I didn't like the last chapter, it was too serious and tough and i wanna roll my eyes every time i re-read it. But this is light hearted and fluffy and about a road trip so i like it quite a bit.
Mistakes are horrible little bastards that insist on plaguing me so don't think i'm dumb if it says like sag instead of slag, i'm just lazy.
Santana was abnormally cleaning out her locker. Abnormally because not once since she was old enough to have a locker has she ever cleaned one.
But she had all this bundled up nervous energy she needed to get out before this weekend and cleaning her locker was the only available thing right now- since Brittany was stuck in History with Mike and Sam, meaning her usual fix of sex in the janitor's closet was out of the window.
Plus she's pretty sure she left a Pecan Sandie in there a couple weeks ago and that is not a nice smell to be indented to all of your books.
"Boo" is whispered into her ear and a hand is tickling her side before she knows it, making her jump half into her shit smelling locker in the process. She whips round to look at the assailant in outrage, finding Brittany with a cheeky grin and an amused look in her eyes "Did I scare ya?" she drawls, taking a spoon full of pudding from the cup in her hand and shoving it in her mouth.
Santana hides her racing heart and sweaty palms quite expertly, holding her head up high "No" she lies.
"Still trying to find out why your locker smells like death?" Brittany teases, bumping Santana's hip to make room so she can look into her locker "I think I might have left a tube of Rolo's in here the other day" she says, scanning the manic contents of Santana's locker.
Santana dips the tip of her finger into Brittany's pudding, bringing it to her lips in what she believed to be a seductive manner but all it gets out of Brittany is a scrunched up face and a flat "Gross"
"What?"
"You've just been wading through week old Rolo's and rotten flesh, I don't want that crap in my pudding" Brittany explains, pointing to the perfectly fine pudding cup.
Santana rolls her eyes "There is no rotten flesh in my locker"
"Then explain that smell, because that is nothing but the smell of rotting flesh"
Santana placates to just change the subject, knowing full well how Brittany gets when she sets her mind to something- it makes her great in bed but a terror in conversation- "Where did you get the pudding cup from anyway?"
"Mike was handing them out in History" Brittany shrugs "In pre excitement for the road trip; I agreed so much that I had to eat like four before I got here"
Santana nods, knowing full well of Brittany and Mike's excitement for the so called road trip this weekend. Both of them had practically been bouncing of the walls everywhere they went.
In all honesty Santana was dreading the trip, not because she didn't want to spend time with her friends or in turn spend time with Brittany, it's just that she hates being in cars for longer than an hour and the god knows how long Star Wars marathon at the end of it didn't sound so swell either.
It's her own damn fault for being such a supportive girlfriend but what can she do, she was just born that way.
"Check it out" Brittany snaps her out of her daze, moving two lockers down and working on getting the thing open.
"That's not your locker" Santana states with a furrowed brow.
"It is now" Brittany smiles "I traded with a girl in my gym class, she said you have to smack it with your hip to get it to open" she says, doing so "I thought it was win-win because we get to be closer and you get to check out my fine booty every time I open it" she smiles crookedly.
Santana stares all lovey-dovey at Brittany because of it, content to just look at the girl for a moment; she wasn't so much staring at her because staring is creepy, it was more along the lines of gazing in adoration which nowadays she does about three times a day, she was really that sappy.
"Can I wear your hoodie?" she asks still in a daze, watching Brittany go through her locker.
"Only if I can wear your letterman" Brittany bargains.
Santana perks up at the idea, the thought of parading around your girlfriend with your jacket had always been reserved for the dumb jocks in her mind, but the thought of Brittany wearing it was…endearing "Why do you wanna wear my letterman?"
"Don't act like you're not thrilled at the idea" Brittany smirks, making Santana roll her eyes.
Brittany shucks off her hoodie and swaps it for Santana's letterman, quickly slipping it on while Santana does the same with her hoodie.
The first thing Brittany does is look into the tiny mirror in Santana's locker "Oh" she gasps "I look so sexy" she jokes, doing a few over the shoulder poses in front of the mirror to get Santana to laugh.
It's the kisses she blows to her reflection that get Santana to finally crack up, teamed with the "You must be so attracted to me right now because I'm finding it hard to control myself and I'm me" she gasps out when she pulls the hood over her head with a super model pout.
She pulls Brittany down for a kiss just because and Brittany smiles big into the kiss, working her arm around Santana's shoulders and shutting both their lockers easily.
"People are gonna think we've switched" Santana smiled once they broke the kiss, "Though the blonde hair and Superman t-shirt might give it away"
"They'll just think you got even more awesome" Brittany shrugs as they walk down the hall together, Santana leaning into her side.
Sam never wanted to be considered a white van man. It was tacky and so not his style, plus the whole big white van didn't exactly have any nice stereotypes to go with it.
He stared at his early birthday present, parked on the curb outside his house, hands on his hips and expression less than satisfactory. He'd wanted a new robe – Egyptian cotton, 400 thread count – and a nice pair of dress pants. But no, apparently they weren't masculine enough and his father handed him the keys to the pervert machine.
Apparently men have to be uncomfortable all the time, god forbid he feel like a tiny baby bear was hugging him every time he slipped on his robe.
"Well we can't drive it half way across the country looking like that" Quinn says to him, pulling herself up off the grass, and he looked at her with a look that clearly said 'No shit'. She pulled a cigarette out of her back pocket and lit it "I got an idea" she mumbles, cigarette hanging loosely on her bottom lip.
Sam closes his eyes and shakes his head at her, missing the vital seconds in which Quinn grabs the paintbrush his Dad was using to paint the house and starts writing on the side of the van.
He looks up to find her staring at him with a triumphant smile, actually proud of what she'd achieved.
"It's better right? All nerdy and shit like you" she beams even brighter, dropping the paintbrush and taking a drag of the cigarette.
Sam just stares at her "Are you serious? How is that even remotely better?!" he shouts, Quinn looks back at the big red dripping letters that read The Mystery Machine and shrugs "It looks like it's written in blood!"
"Well…" she starts, trying to wipe some of it away with the palm of her hand; Sam struts towards her and slaps her hand away.
"You're making it worse" he scolds and walks up to the driver's seat "Come on get in, we have people to pick up" he calls behind his shoulder "And try not to do anything else to convince people that we should be put on a list"
She rolls her eyes, grabbing her duffel bag off the grass, opening the sliding door and throwing it into the back of the truck before waving to Sam's mom and getting into the passenger's side door.
"We should totally go round scaring old ladies in this thing" Santana comments when she practically falls into the mini water bed the last owners put in. "You two look like twin serial killers sat in the front, we were about five seconds away from calling the Po-Po"
Brittany's busy loading both their bags into the van but Sam can hear her snickering just fine.
He doesn't appreciate it.
Both of them slide around the waterbed the entire way to Rachel's house, giggling and cracking jokes about the zebra print sheets while Quinn blasts The Beastie Boys out of the vans stereos.
Sam jerks up to the curb in front of Rachel's house, Quinn rolling down her window to shout "Did you get dressed in the dark?" at the girl stood on the curb.
"Nope" she holds her head up high, picking up her two pink suit cases in both hands "Did you get dressed in the eighties?" Rachel smiles at her "Nice shades, Elton John"
Quinn's smirk turns into a stony expression and Sam cracks up beside her "Shut up" she snaps, despite the smile fighting its way to the surface at the banter she's now become familiar with.
Rachel shucks down on one of the many lime green sofas in the back, Brittany taking her bags and shoving them into the small unused space behind the waterbed.
Mike is quickly picked up and falling into place beside Rachel with an "I brought sandwiches" to make them all extremely happy to see him.
Rachel and Quinn swapped seats three hours in because Rachel complained about being car sick for two of those three hours and Quinn was seconds away from pulling her own hair out. Mike didn't really enjoy the fact that they switched, mainly because he didn't get the choice to move – which he would've taken up because he's had to stare at Brittany and Santana flirting for three hours and his bitter single side was staring to kick in- but also because Rachel generally kept to herself, Quinn however did not.
"If we were Mystery Incorporated" Quinn wonders aloud, lying across the seats with her feet in Mikes lap, most of her attention on the cigarette (Mike hopes) she's rolling in her lap "Who do you think would be who?"
"Mystery Incorporated?" Rachel looks back at them "What's that? Scooby Doo?"
"Duh" Quinn huffs "Did you not check the wicked street art on the side of the van?"
"That is not street art that is an insult to the eyes" Sam scolds and Quinn sticks her middle finger up at him, making Rachel gasp in outrage "If we were Mystery Incorporated" Sam answers like he's in the know, undeterred by Quinn's rude behavior "Obviously Britt and 'Tana would be Fred and Daphne, everybody knows Fred and Daphne had a little something on the side" he explains, winking at Rachel who's too busy staring out at the scenery whizzing by to catch it.
"I would make a good Fred" Brittany nods in agreement, propped up on a pillow at the back of the waterbed.
Santana looks up from playing block breaker on her phone "Daphne's hot right?" she asks and they all nod vigorously "Alright then I'm game"
"Quinn would be Shaggy" Mike states the obvious, laughing when Quinn kicks him for it.
"If Quinn's Shaggy then Sam's Scooby" Brittany smiles, watching Quinn's pissed off face turn into one of approval.
"Mike's Velma" Santana adds and they all laugh while Mike sulks in his corner.
Quinn's laughs turn uncontrollable "And Rachel's Scrappy" she wheezes out, banging her hand on the back of the seat.
"I resent that" Rachel glares back at her.
Quinn rolls her eyes "At least you're not Shaggy"
Rachel turns back to the front, making sure to flick her hair back when she does "At least you're not the one everyone hates"
It's another hour into the drive. A Spice Girls song plays through the speakers,- courtesy of Sam, though he lied and said it was Rachel's- Mike was bored out of his mind and Santana was trying to count how many brightly colored flowers were painted on the walls.
She was counting, until Brittany cuddled up to her side, rubbing the side of her face into Santana's right boob.
"Your boobs are so soft" Brittany says slowly, eyes closed with a dreamy smile "They're like two big human clouds…of love" she hums.
Santana watches her, skeptically – normally Brittany likes her boobs (maybe a little more than the average person likes boobs) but now she was looking like she wanted to take them out to a fancy steak dinner- "Are you okay?"
"Me and your boobs are more than okay" she slurred before cracking up "Boobs is a funny word" she laughs.
"I'm so hungry" Mike declared loudly, staring up at the ceiling in wonderment "I could eat like a… a cat… no, no wait cats are cool…" he stops, looking over at a smiling Quinn "I could eat a dragon… those fuckers are scary"
"Michael don't swear" Rachel scolded, half assed as she stared out the window.
"Why?" he shouted, making Brittany groan against Santana's boobs.
Rachel looks around for a few seconds "I don't remember" she says slowly, eyes hooded.
"That dog is glaring at me" Sam strains out, hands flexing on the steering wheel as he stared out onto the intersection "It's taunting me with its eyes"
"What dog?" Rachel gasps dramatically, eyes bloodshot.
"The dog in that car" he explains, eyes darting between the road and the happily panting Labrador in the blue Prius next to them.
"You're…" she trails off to look out the window "You're crazy"
"No" he states "You know what's crazy?" very slowly they all turn to him, save for Brittany – busy tracing invisible lines on Santana's chest- "None of you invited me to watch The Amazing Spiderman with you last weekend" he wails "And you know how much I love Andrew Garfield"
"I called you like five times man" Mike says, watching his hand as it floats magically through the air.
"Yeah and I faxed you" Rachel breathes.
"Faxed me?!" he gawps "Faxed me?! It's not the fucking nineties! No one faxes anymore Rachel! You all hate me! You didn't invite me because you hate me!"
"No, no…. no" Rachel reaches across the console, getting tired half way and resolving to just sit there, leant against the middle seat "You're being silly"
"You know what's silly?" Quinn chips in with a lazy smile. Santana looks away from the flowers that have now turned into huge robot elephant bumblebees that she was slowly and admirably fighting, to set her bleary eyes on Quinn. "This thing has been lit for half an hour and I completely forgot" she giggles, holding up the lit joint she was rolling before.
Gradually each one of them falls into fits of laughter at the revelation.
This in turn, causes them to find themselves in line at a truck stop McDonalds; high as kites with no recollection of how they got there, only that the van was parked across three spots outside.
Rachel steps forward, going to lean against the counter but slipping off "Good Morning" she hums, staring at the short haired blonde woman in front of her for a long time, trying to work out what her nametag says "Sue" she works out, tapping the woman's hat for good measure.
Sue's nostrils flair "It's five o'clock" she says evenly.
"I don't know what you mean Sue, you'll have to explain" Rachel replies after a long moment of silence, so long that Quinn had time to drag her hand down the front of Sue's work vest, giggling hysterically as she does.
"Have you kids been smoking anything?" Sue asks, not very nicely in Rachel's opinion, even though right now she didn't even know what an opinion was let alone how to have one.
"Have we?" Rachel throws out there; bumping into Mike as he quietly hums to him-self and stares at the menu's in need.
"Have we what?!" Sam practically screams, watching the patrons of the McDonalds in intense paranoia.
"Ask…" Quinn starts, finding the feeling of her face against her fingertips extremely interesting for a moment "Ask Brittany, she's Fred"
Rachel looks back at the girl currently leant heavily on a giggling Santana "Brittany…" she calls without any real effort, Brittany doesn't look up from the tile flooring and Rachel nearly falls asleep before trying again "….Brittany"
Brittany's head turns to her, her eyes following afterwards and Rachel extends her hand in a grand fashion towards Sue.
"Have you kids been smoking weed?" Sue barks.
There's an extremely heavily pregnant pause "….no" Brittany says clearly, not even sure if she understood the question "Are we ordering food?" she asks, just now realizing where she is "Cause I want a Big Mac"
"Me too" Santana sings, laughing at herself "Except with chicken, everything's better with chicken"
Rachel waves her hand to say she's got it, leaning over the counter towards Sue "Can we have five Big Macs-
"I want two"
"-Six Big Macs, one chicken, with extra fries, five large chocolate milkshakes and a salad with water because I'm vegan and I don't eat that nasty crap" Rachel asks her voice slurring and body moving like it's beating out a samba, she holds out her hand and Quinn's wallet falls into it "With this money please" she grins, pulling out a wad of cash.
Sue rings them up with a snarl, Rachel smiling at her the entire time.
"Hey" Santana calls to the boy preparing their order, he looks up at her in confusion "This is my girlfriend" she points to Brittany on her shoulder, the blonde currently staring into space with a lazy smirk "She's cute isn't she?"
"Uh I don't-"
"Say she's cute" she demands.
"She- she's cute" he blabbers, scared for his life.
"Hey man, hey" she holds a hand out to stop him from doing absolutely nothing, almost falling over in the process "Not cool, that's my girlfriend you're talking about"
"But you said-"
She cuts him off with a hand, moving forward for Brittany to grab the first prepared tray and looking at him like everything he did was a disgrace.
"What are you looking at little girl!" Sam shouts, a small child in the corner turning away from him in distaste "I saw you wipe that booger on the back of your pants! Not so high and mighty now are we?!"
Rachel ushers him away as he continues to glare at the little girl, sitting him down on the table and falling tiredly into his lap. Mike plops down next to them, ripping into the boxes of his two big macs like his life depended on it.
Across them Santana laughs hysterically at Brittany, who, sporting a chocolate milk moustache, is currently pouring the rest of her milkshake over her entire meal, before taking the biggest bite Santana has ever seen and chewing loudly.
"I could be a drummer" Quinn says through a mouth full of food "I mean… look" she beats out a small, uncoordinated tune on the counter top.
"I know someone that plays drums" Rachel says, head resting on top of Sam's head and arm around his shoulders as he eats his fries and glares at people "Who do I know who plays drums?" she ponders, letting out a frustrated sigh "It's at the tip of my tongue"
"You look so sexy" Santana giggles, hands spreading the chocolate milk around Brittany's face, Brittany resides to stare down at Santana's boobs while she chews, a hand slowly making its way to land calmly on her left breast.
"This is a family restaurant" the woman behind them declares and Quinn turns round quick as a shot and shouts:
"Then why are you here!" into her face.
The woman, horrified, grabs her fillet-o-fish sandwich and high tails her way out of there without looking back, Quinn shrugging the encounter off like it was nothing.
"I can't believe we're on a road trip" Mike giggles, on to his second burger "How funny is that? It's like what cool people do; travel across America"
They all nod like it's the biggest and most life altering news they have ever heard, until Brittany slams the hand that isn't on Santana's boob on the table, shouting out "MANIFEST DESTINY" in her best worldly voice.
All of them are pretty much cracking up after that.
"If we keep driving I'm gonna throw up" Mike struggles out, face pale and brow sweaty.
"Then you shouldn't of eaten three Big Macs and all of my fries" Santana tells him, filing her nails with Brittany's sleeping head in her lap.
Mike holds his stomach "Can we please pull over? I can't be in this car anymore"
"We've already had one unscheduled stop" Rachel chimes, glaring back at Quinn, sober as a judge "We're supposed to get their tonight, walk around a bit and then sleep in the van. We won't be there on time if we stop"
"There's a motel right there" he points out onto the road at the sign pointing to the next exit "Can't we stay the night there and get up really early in the morning?"
Rachel mulls the idea over for a moment, she'd get to have a shower and wouldn't be sharing an uncomfortable water bed with five other people, before shaking her head "We don't have the money"
"Yeah and I don't want to die in a creepy motel"
Rachel's head snaps round to burn Quinn with her eyes "You don't get to have an opinion right now"
Quinn slumps down in her seat as Mike dry heaves.
Santana watches him with a disgusted expression "Can we just go to the motel?" she asks "It's bad enough I'm in a cramped van, I don't wanna be in one that stinks of puke"
"Please" Mike begs "I'll pay"
"He says he'll pay" Santana pleads, stroking Brittany's hair when she starts to stir.
Rachel huffs "Fine" she says, nudging Sam, who shrugs and takes the exit, swerving the van back and forth as he makes his way down the road, quickly approaching the old motel and parking outside.
Mike is out like a shot, shoving his way past Quinn and ignoring normal formalities to lay face up on the ground.
"What's up with you?" Brittany asks him, groggily, when she gets out, rubbing her eyes and yawning.
"I nearly died"
Brittany frowns, turning to a tired Santana "What did you do?"
"Why do you automatically assume I did something?" Santana gapes and Brittany raises her eyebrows in that look that plainly says really? "I didn't do anything" she grumps because really who was she kidding, if any of them got hurt nine times out of ten it would be from her doing "It's not my fault he eats like a starving chinchilla"
Brittany smiles "Chinchilla?"
"I'm tired"
They all shuffle into the tiny little office inside the motel, Rachel leading with Sam next to her.
"How can I help you?" the weathered old man behind the counter asks them, his hair slicked back and pure white, a black shirt setting off from his kind face.
Rachel smiles warmly at him, hoping beyond all hope that he doesn't smell what's been plaguing their lungs and the breathable air in the van "We'd like three rooms, please, if it isn't too much to ask"
"Not a problem, little lady" he grins at her politeness, fishing out three room keys for them "It's twenty five for the night, so that's seventy five for three rooms"
They all look over to Mike; he grumbles something they couldn't hear and fishes the money out of his pocket, planting it flat on the counter in front of the man.
The man hands over the keys to Rachel "Now I don't want any of you boys sneaking out in the middle of night for any hanky panky with these nice young girls" he warns, to Sam particularly for some reason.
Sam holds back a laugh "If you say so, sir" he complies, while the rest of them shudder at the thought.
Quinn grumbles the entire way to her room about having to share with Rachel, even as said girl leads the way. Mike was scared the man was going to come up and check they weren't in the other girls rooms so he stays in the confines of his bed, even as Sam comes and goes as he pleases, talking about everything and anything as he does.
Let's just say that Brittany was a lot more psyched about who she got to share her room with, especially now that she was fully awake from her nap and especially since said roommate was walking around the room in just a towel.
"Did you have a good shower?" Brittany asks, sat at the edge of the bed, The Evil Dead playing on the TV now completely forgotten as Brittany's attention shifts to the baby blue underwear making its way up tanned legs.
"Hmm…?" Santana hums like she has no idea what she's doing, ringing out her hair and letting it fall to her left shoulder as her towel slips down slightly.
"You're shower" Brittany croaks, line of vision just south of Santana's eyes.
"Oh" Santana says, pulling a t-shirt out of her bag and slipping it over her head "It was the best, nice and hot"
Brittany's cloudy brain clears at the sight of her favorite t-shirt "That's mine" she proclaims "I thought I lost it"
Santana shrugs, pulling on the green fabric "I borrowed it ages ago, I sleep in it like every night, how did you not now by now?"
"You're usually not wearing any clothes when I stay the night" Brittany says, a little smugly and Santana rolls her eyes "I must have gone through the entire contents of my room looking for that"
"It had sentimental value to me" Santana explains, walking over to sit on the bed next to Brittany.
Brittany frowns with a small smile "What and it doesn't to me?"
"I didn't think you'd remember"
"Of course I remember" she says, smiling like even the thought of her not remembering was the silliest thing on earth "I can remember every tiny little detail" she states, eyes raking over the Green Lantern symbol on the shirt, thinking back to the first time they got together "You were wearing a red dress with black high heels and you smelled like strawberry's but that isn't really hard to remember because you always smell like strawberries, it's like the best thing about you. I also remember that I hit my head on the wall half way through and hoped you didn't notice"
"I noticed" Santana laughs, remembering back to the way Brittany swore under her breath and avoided eye contact for a good ten minutes.
"Damn" Brittany grins, shaking her fist playfully "So much for being a cool stud on my first time"
Santana's eyes go wide, staring in shock at Brittany "First time?" she exclaims and Brittany nods "The first time me and you had sex was the first time you ever had sex?"
"Yeah" Brittany shrugs "Who else am I gonna have sex with?"
Santana nearly goes on a tangent about that bitch at the supermarket that's always got her shirt a little too low, or you know Rachel but stops her-self, realizing there's more pressing matters at hand "But we hardly knew each other and you just handed me your virginity without second thought"
"I knew that I wanted to lose it with you, if I didn't want to I would've stopped it"
"Yeah but…" Santana's eyes fall guiltily to the ground "I was a bitch back then, I rejected you"
"You weren't a bitch" Brittany shakes her head, grabbing Santana's hand and intertwining their fingers "You were just scared, and I mean" she shrugs "I got you in the end didn't I"
"I guess" Santana sighs "But what if you'd never shown up on my doorstep and I'd just gone on thinking it was a drunken hookup when it was probably one of the biggest moments in your life"
Brittany gulps, looking Santana in the eyes "Then I would have carried on loving you until you saw sense" she says plainly.
Santana tugs on her- well Brittany's- Green Lantern shirt insecurely, shaking her head "You can't say that, you don't know what you would've done"
"Neither do you" Brittany comebacks with, scratching the back of her head "Look, I knocked on your door in the middle of the day and asked you to be my boo, you said yes and the rest is history. I don't care about what might've been because it doesn't matter to me. All I know and all I wanna know is that we're together and that makes me extremely happy, alright?"
Santana finally smiles "Alright" she says and Brittany fist pumps, leaning down to kiss her with a laugh playing at both of their lips "I love you" Santana utters just before their lips touch, her hand nestled in Brittany's hair "Like a lot"
Brittany kisses her with a smile on her face, hands resting contently on her waist "I love you like a lot too" she whispers, tugging Santana closer towards her and deepening the kiss.
"Oh" Santana gasps in recognition when Brittany's lips move to her neck "Are we having cute comforting sex or hot hotel room sex?" she grins.
"Both" Brittany growls playfully into her neck, setting off a bout of giggles when her hot breath tickles its way over Santana's neck, erupting in a crescendo of laughter when Brittany pushes her back so hard that she nearly rolls off the bed.
The next day when she wakes up to Brittany on her knees, dressed rather suspiciously, begging for her to be "The Princess Leia to my Han Solo" she disagrees for all of five minutes. The tight pants and cute little vest she has on cutting straight to the part of her that would do anything to make Brittany happy, plus she still felt a little guilty about Quinn's birthday party and to be honest Princess Leia was kind of hot in a weird way.
Who was going to be there to see her anyway?
So that's how she ended up stood in the hotel bathroom dressed in a gold bikini with her hair braided on her right shoulder. Brittany had given her the choice of Princess Leia in A New Hope or Princess Leia in Return of the Jedi , whatever that meant, but really, when faced between a gold bikini and that boxy old white thing, what was she going to choose?
Brittany looking at her like she was in the middle of a wet dream was also one of the plusses of her preferred costume.
"Do we have time to have sex?" Brittany questions franticly, checking her watch while Santana cocks her hip and smirks.
The steady knock on the door answers for them and when the door swings open – really Santana should have known – Mike is stood there with Sam in tow, both of them in costumes, Mike as Chewbacca and Sam as Luke Skywalker.
It doesn't quite sink in that this was all planned weeks in advance until Quinn emerges from her room dressed as Darth Vader, her cape snagging on the door when she slams it on a Padme costume wearing Rachel.
Santana gives Brittany a look "Why didn't you tell me this was all planned?"
Brittany shrugs uneasily "Because you would have never agreed"
She has to give her that. If Brittany had even mentioned the word costume she would of straight up called the "You made me sing 'If It Makes You Happy' to your little brother on his birthday" card and the topic would have been dropped in a second.
(Yes, apparently even gangsters could get down to a bit of Sheryl Crow)
The entire car ride there they sing along to every song of Quinn's choosing, – Sam didn't have anything that wasn't Mariah Carey or the Spice Girls so his picks were vetoed pretty quickly- which of course caused Quinn to get over excited and turn the music up obnoxiously loud, head banging all over the place while the rest of them fought to keep up with the fast paced lyrics. Every available window was open as they blasted out OutKast, Metallica, Alicia Keys, AWOLNATION and Justin Timberlake.
You know, all the classics.
If there was ever an entrance worthy of a slow motion sequence it was theirs.
A huge white van with The Mystery Machine spray painted on the side barreling into the cinema car park, Whiskey in the Jar blasting out its speakers, then outstepping from the already sweet ride is the hottest Princess Leia any of the fanboys and fangirls had ever seen, a bumbling blonde Han Solo falling out behind her as Chewbacca and Luke Skywalker skitter out behind. Then to top it all off Padme rounds the corner, a smug Darth Vader's arm around her shoulders. (all for show of course)
Seeing the awestruck faces of all those equally dressed fans, had to be one of the best moments in all of their lives to date.
Especially the unmistakable look of nerdgasm when Brittany flicks her hair back and confidently picks Santana up bridal style, strutting past them as Santana aims her blaster at them and pretends to shoot them with an exaggerated silent bang.
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In the end Santana ends up falling asleep halfway through A New Hope, tucked into Brittany's side while the girl stares in complete focus at the screen, occasionally throwing a hand full of popcorn into her mouth for sustenance. She wakes up at the end of The Empire Strikes Back to find Brittany had not moved an inch, Santana still steals her coke and half her popcorn all the same as she at least tries to follow the plot of the movie. Doing that whole supportive girlfriend thing she's got so good at again.
Yet she falls asleep again ten minutes later just as the robot is checking the feeling in Luke's hand and only wakes up when they're all taking a break for lunch. She doesn't know why she's so surprised to find out it's already five o'clock when Brittany tells her over a jumbo hotdog, and then she's shocked all over again when she finds out there's another three movies to watch.
Let's just say, that while Rachel and Quinn are throwing popcorn at each other, Mike and Brittany are entrapped by the movies and Sam is busy talking to an Ewok about where he got the fabric for his costume, Santana is snoring her head off on Brittany's shoulder.
I'm running out of creative terms of flattery, but here goes: you're all amazing awesome sexy bitches that i'm gradually falling in love with every time i update and you don't think i'm insane from some of the weird crap i put in these little author note things.
I'd add in a really creative emoticon to express my love for you all but i don't know any past a smiley face and a winky face (forever a 1950's kid, i know)
if by any chance you listened to If it makes you Happy by Sheryl Crow and didn't scream the chorus then you should be ashamed of yourself.
Btw I've never been high (I'm straight edge. lol no i'm not) so none of that came from personal experience though it'd be awesome if it did