Hey everyone! Ok so here's another chapter! I'm not really happy with how it turned out but I wanted to get a chapter up today so here it is!
To my anonymous reviewer Dianna: Thanks very much for pointing out that error! :) As I live in Ireland, I'm not familiar with the climate of Lima, Ohio so my deepest apologies! Hopefully i can make amends with this chapter and let me know if there's anything else that doesn't quite fit! :) Thanks again! :)
Chapter 5
"San! Wake up! Wake up! Wake UP!" Santana groaned loudly as she was awoken by a pair of strong hands shaking her by the shoulders and Brittany practically screaming in her ear and bouncing up and down manically. Santana cracked her eyes open, immediately shielding them from the sun's rays, blinding her from the window. She could just make out Brittany sitting beside her, grinning widely.
Santana could recall being woken up in a similar way a few days ago, although for a completely different reason.
"San look!" Santana had just been awoken by Brittany, who had since jumped off the bed and was now standing in front of the window, staring out at something awe, bouncing with excitement.
Santana pushed herself into a sitting position, more than a little annoyed at being woken up so early. She struggled to keep her voice even as she addressed the blonde, "What is it Britt?" Brittany turned around swiftly, pointing out the window.
"It's SNOWING!" Brittany began running aimlessly around the room and Santana barely stopped herself from rolling her eyes and letting out a frustrated sigh. It snowed every year in Lima, Ohio and just because it came a bit later this year, Brittany had completely lost it. Not to mention, she had woken Santana up extra early for something that was as common as rain during a hurricane. She was not pleased.
Her bad feelings were quickly removed when Brittany was all dressed up in various layers and a furry hat with a bobble on top, looking positively adorable. Brittany caught her girlfriend staring at her and couldn't help but blush.
"Come on, San" she said after a few moments, her previous excitement returning, "I wanna build a snowman that looks like you!" She grinned wickedly, before pouncing on her girlfriend.
Santana was brought back to the present by Brittany pulling gently on her arm, trying to get her out of the bed.
"Woah Britt! Calm down!" Santana grinned playfully before turning serious, "And watch my arm, it's still a bit sore." The Latina flexed her arm slightly at these words. She had taken off the sling and cast the night before, delighted to finally be rid of them after having them for such a long period of time. Brittany quickly dropped her arm and shrugged apologetically.
Santana felt like a weight had been lifted off here shoulders when she removed the cast that had covered her arm for so long. It felt like so much more than a cast was being removed, though. It seemed that somehow, the cast was symbolising something else, something she couldn't quite put her finger on, but she felt lighter and she felt like she had more freedom. That night, she had a nightmare-less sleep and she was incredibly grateful, especially since she was now awake at a criminally early hour.
"Merry Christmas, babe," Brittany murmured, as she finally began to calm down and crawled behind her girlfriend, giving her a gentle massage, "And look, it's snowing."
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Brittany began to sing softly into the Latina's ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
Where the treetops glisten,
And children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow
Santana closed her eyes, taking in the blonde's beautiful voice and immersing herself in this intimate moment.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white
This was the first time Santana had ever heard her sing and she never wanted it to end. She wanted to hear it again and again.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white
The blonde finished the song, holding the last note a little longer than the rest and finishing in a whisper. Santana opened her eyes and turned towards the other girl, looking adoringly into her eyes.
"That was beautiful," she whispered, "You have an amazing voice, B." Brittany began to blush and looked away bashfully. Santana continued to look at here, admiring how beautiful she was, even when she was blushing so furiously. If anything, that made her more beautiful. Eventually Brittany looked at Santana again and broke the silence.
"So do you," she said, smiling. Santana looked confused, so she continued, "I've heard you in the shower a few times," Santana opened her mouth to speak but was cut off, "I think we should join Glee club," Brittany rushed out, not sure how Santana would take it. When the Latina didn't reply, she decided to speak again, "Quinn says it's really fun! She said all they do is sing and dance all the time and they're like a big family! And Mr Schuester is sooo nice and we could just relax and have fun!" Brittany smiled widely as she finished, but abruptly stopped when she saw the mixed emotions on the Latina's face.
"Wait, who the hell is Quinn?" Santana asked after a few moments of silence.
"She's my friend from Cheerios" Brittany grinned, "She's awesome! She's in Glee club and she's so good at singing and dancing!" Then, the realisation hit Santana.
"Wait, you mean Quinn Fabray?" Brittany nodded, smiling, "Head cheerleader, Quinn Fabray?" The blonde simply nodded again. Santana was worried. She had heard about Quinn Fabray. She was the HBIC of McKinley High, throwing slushies and putting the fear of God into most other students had become a daily occurrence for her. Luckily, the Latina had managed to mostly avoid her so far, apart from a few death glares that had been sent her way, which had absolutely no effect on her because she knew she could take the blonde any day. "Brittany, why are you friends with her? She's a complete bitch!" Santana's protective side was taking over.
"No she isn't!" Brittany shot back, more than a little annoyed at Santana for insulting her friend, "Everyone thinks she's a bad person, but she's not! I want you to meet her, San! Then you'll know what I mean." Santana was about to object, until Brittany put on her best pout and she knew it was a lost cause.
"Fine!" Santana growled, less than pleased. Brittany clapped her hands excitedly, before turning back to the Latina. Seemingly, she wasn't finished.
"So, will you join Glee club with me? We both like to sing and I love dancing obviously, and I've heard music can really help with…" Brittany trailed off, knowing that what she could have said next would probably not be the smartest idea, "So yeah," she continued awkwardly, trying to gloss over the momentary silence, "will you please? For me?" Santana was incredibly reluctant to agree to this request. She hadn't sang in public since her old school and when her father found out he wasn't exactly happy. Then again, she had really loved it and her father couldn't really stop her now. Then she saw the blonde giving her puppy dog eyes and she couldn't resist.
"Yeah okay, whatever," Santana rolled her eyes and shrugged in defeat. There really was no saying 'no' to the blonde. Brittany squealed in utter delight and enveloped Santana in a bone-crushing hug, just as her mother walked into the room, looking exhausted and not fully awake. The two girls broke their hug to turn around and smile up at the older blonde.
"Morning girls," Susan said, eyeing the two teens suspiciously, "Happy Christmas!"
"Happy Christmas!" The two girls cried in unison, turning and bursting into a fit of uncontrollable giggles as they did so. Susan rolled her eyes at the two girls' antics, before turning towards the door.
"I'll make us some waffles for breakfast! She threw back over her shoulder, before disappearing into the kitchen.
"Come on!" Brittany cried, after finally managing to get her giggles under control, "Let's open some presents!"
TBC
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