it's the tenth chapter so i thought in celebration of getting this far i'd do a flashback to when they first got together, except from Brittany's POV, which is all in italics btw.
Sorry for the wait, and there's probably a few mistakes cause i have school tomorrow and i need to go to bed
Brittany was a lonely kid. The only real friend she'd ever had was Mike and in her sixteen years of existence she'd never had anyone to go steady with. Not that she'd actually really tried to find a suitable partner to share her endeavors with, but it's nice to say that it wasn't completely her fault, the world is a cruel mistress, why is she supposed to purposely go looking for the person she wants to eventually and hopefully marry.
But in all fairness she had nothing to compare to this singular lifestyle that's come upon her, and on most days she's happy just knowing she'll come back to a new episode of Adventure Time. And on this particular Friday night it's no different, she hasn't a care in the world. Except maybe that her bike chain was seconds away from snapping into a big rusty mess and the fact that a car could come barreling down the road, knocking down both her and Mike in the process, and they'll be forever doomed to haunt the back roads of Lima.
It's not morbid, it's serious.
Mike, of course, is ever the optimist, swerving to and fro with a childish glint in his eye. Brittany on the other hand squeals like a banshee every time she comes across a deadly crack in the road that could potentially send her careening towards the pavement, laughing it off afterwards like the fear of god wasn't just put in her. He jumps the cracks like they're nothing, smiling at familiar looking shrubs and tipping his imaginary hat at any and all stray cats that happen to be passing by.
Brittany both loved and hated when Mike was like this. Usually he worries about every little detail, questions everyone around him and won't let up until he knows that what he's doing and what the people around him are doing is completely safe. It's sweet in most cases, in others it just grates on Brittany's last nerve.
Mike screeches to a stop, the wheels on his bike breaking so fast they leave tire tracks in their wake "It's a party" he says in awe, gazing in fascination at the bouncing house in front of him. Brittany, struggling to a stop four paces in front of him, leans back on her seat and puts her hands on her hips, looking over the house in front of her.
"Or" she drawls "It's an old house, haunted mysteriously by drunken teenagers"
Mike just rolls his eyes, "You think…" he pauses, biting his lip "You think we should go in"
Brittany, staring at the ground as she moves her red bike back and forth, smiles at the insane ideal "No" she laughs.
He sighs "Why not?"
"There's a lot of reasons why we shouldn't go into that house" she states and he looks at her with a look to go on "For one, we'd get kicked out as soon as we stepped foot inside, two, I'm hardly dressed for it- yes Green Lantern says protecting the galaxy but it hardly says getting your boogey on at a party- and three" she holds up three fingers "I don't want to"
"Well you suck then" he huffs, devoid of anything else to say. He crosses his arms and stares at the house "Come on then" he says, getting back on his bike and pedaling round the corner with Brittany in tow, a hidden smirk playing at his lips.
They come to a stop at the end of a long back road, the back fences of each and every house on the road to both their sides. Brittany turned to Mike with a look of complete discontent "Why did I think, even for a second, that you would drop it that easily?"
Mike grins "Because my acting prowess is equal to that of Meryl Streep" he shrugs, and starts to push his bike down the road, coming to a stop at a random fence "I think this one's the house" he tells her.
"What and now you can tell one fence from a river of identical fences" she murmurs out, moving back so she can get a run up at tackling the high wood fence. Of course she ends up crashing her stomach straight into the rough splintering wood on the top and nearly throws up down the other side "I think I just re-swallowed my spleen" she wails.
Mike shushes her without care, pushing the rest of her body over the fence and she falls in a heap on the other side, clutching her stomach. He runs up and lands it like a pro athlete, practically doing a back flip off the side.
Brittany watches him from the ground with a look of distaste "By the way, no one's acting prowess is equal to Meryl Streep" she grumps, climbing up and walking shakily towards the house.
Mike gasps "Sean Connery" he shouts back at her in defiance.
"Technicalities" she says, not bothering to turn round.
The house is kind of a dump, in Brittany's opinion. Not that she has a lot to compare to, and maybe it's just how a house looks when it's had hundreds of inebriated teenagers passing through and doing god knows what inside. But in all honesty, Brittany wouldn't want to spend the night in the house, at fear of catching a disease of some kind. Mike, in his blurred sense of reality from his extremely rare good mood, doesn't seem to mind the way his shoes are sticky on the linoleum and the constant feeling of something crawling down his back.
"Pretty cool, huh?" he smiles at her, gazing in awe at the couples making out in the corners and the dancing in the living room that could easily be compared to that of a stampede of elephants.
Brittany shrugs in slight disgust, going over to the drinks table without a sound, finding that the obnoxious dub step playing was enough.
Quinn Fabray – the girl in Brittany's English class that always has her feet up on the desk and insists on telling the teacher she's thick as pig shit at the start of every lesson- is stood near the table, leant against a wall with two short brunettes at either side of her. "…so I told General Song to quit being a baby and get over his fears" Quinn tells the gasping girls, Brittany blatantly listening to their conversation "And that's how I saved our great nation from falling head first into another war"
Brittany snorts into her cup as the girls gush over Quinn. Quinn gives her a look and Brittany accidently takes a far bigger gulp of whatever she's poured into her cup, the alcohol burning all the way down her throat as she coughs and sputters without abandon.
The cup of questionable alcohol –questionable because it could easily just have been anti-freeze- drops to the floor when her eyes land on the girl leant against the entryway of the living room, staring at the people inside judgmentally.
Brittany's heartbeat starts to beat so fast it feels like she's seconds away from a heart attack. The girl – well not 'the girl' because Brittany knows damn well fine who she is- doesn't notice Brittany's gaze on her, like usual.
Thing is, if the epitome of perfection could be in human form, it would be Santana Lopez. Her eyes, her hair, the way she walks, the way she talks, everything about her made Brittany's heart sore. Sometimes so much it hurt, well it only really hurt when she caught sight of Santana with other people. Usually because other people were huge douchebags, and that wasn't her jealousy getting in the way, they were really just a bunch of douchebags.
The drink in her hand feels heavier in her hand, like a sign from the gods, she grabs another cup and quickly fills it up. Coughing a few times to clear her throat, she moves with careful and precise steps towards the girl of her dreams.
She'd figured, just like every cheesy rom-com ever made, she'd walk up to Santana, tell a funny joke, she'd laugh and Brittany would be well on her way to winning the girls heart.
But like everything in her miserable stinking life, it doesn't go the way she planned. Since her plan actually consisted of talking to Santana and that was out of the question when the girl walked off before she could even get close.
Stung by the bitter taste of rejection, Brittany watched her walk onto the dance floor without any knowledge of the turmoil inside Brittany's head "What do you call a dear with no eye?" she whispers to herself, watching with a painful expression as Santana started to dance with the boy Brittany hated most in the world "No idear" she wanted to laugh so she did, a little bitterly, placing the drink she got for Santana on a nearby table and gearing herself up to walk away.
She turns to walk away and a girl bumps straight into her shoulder, making her turn back the other way. The half assed apology from the girl falls on deaf ears, Brittany's attention centered on the look on Santana's face. Her jaw is set firm, her eyes cold and annoyed as she pushes the boys hand up from where it's trying to cop a feel.
All the pent up aggression Brittany has ever felt comes rushing back and she's blinded with rage, she watches him push Santana away and his face scrunch up with the horrible insult he's about to hurl at her, and it's the last straw.
She's pushes past dancing couples and isolated teens, her hands clenched into fists so tight her knuckles turn white.
It's all just a blur after that. Her arm cocking back and then the pain striking across her knuckles as her fist connects brutally with his left eye. Funnily enough the only thing she really cared about was the fact that the first words she ever spoke to Santana Lopez were asking her if she was okay. How lame was that.
So then she's sprinting down the street with three football players quick on her tale, the only coherent thought in her head of how Santana finally noticed her, in shock yes but, finally after so long of longing and wishing, she'd finally done the impossible. She runs with a huge smile on her face after that.
"There's a-" her mom starts when she gets home, out of breath and sweating. She waves her off before she can finish, thinking she was going to shout at her for being out so late and drags herself upstairs.
What she finds when she opens her bedroom door is completely the opposite of what she was expecting "What are you doing here?" she whispered in shock.
Santana stands from the bed, taking a step closer that makes Brittany's heart beat a mile a minute "I wanted to say thank you"
Brittany stares at the ground, finally noticing the state of undress her room was in "Why would you come all the way across town to say thank you to someone?"
"Why would you hit a guy over a girl you don't even know?"
She's got to give her that "I know who you are" Brittany says, finally getting up the courage to look her in the eye "You practically rule the school"
Santana laughs at that and it's like angels singing, –if that didn't sound creepy- and Brittany grins.
Santana steps closer until they're face to face "You shouldn't have done what you did" she says, holding Brittany's bruising hand between both of hers and pretending not to notice the way Brittany's breath hitches.
"Yeah well I guess I'm a sucker for big dramatic introductions" she smiles and Santana laughs "But" she looks into her eyes "No one should treat you like that, like you're nothing, someone as awesome and as great as you should never have to feel like-"
She doesn't get a chance to finish; Santana's lips are on hers like white on rice and it's overwhelming. Like if all your dreams came true in one moment.
Her shirts being pulled over her head and thrown on the floor and Santana's hands are skirting down her bare stomach before she can even come up with conscious thought, and when her brain finally does catch up the only thought running through her head is 'Crap on a cracker and call me Shirley, I'm about to have sex for the first time and it's with Santana Lopez of all people'
It's like an out of body experience, her hand is on the zipper of Santana's dress and her lips are on the girl's neck, her heart beating against her ribcage like it wants to break free. Santana's dress falls to the floor carelessly and she's pushing Brittany backwards towards the bed as Brittany struggles to catch her breath, eyes focused in on the newly exposed assets on display.
The back of her legs hit the bed and she sits down with about as much grace as a blind rhinoceros. She stares up at Santana, out of breath and half naked, as the girl of her dreams stares down at her with affection in her eyes, her hand coming up to run through Brittany's hair. "You're cute" she tells her, without the usual condescending tone that tags along when people tell her that. Which believe it or not is about three times a week, as a way of dismissal more than anything, they'll say it so she'll stop talking about how Charmed was the best TV show ever or they'll throw it in there when she gets a head of herself and thinks she's capable of an opinion about something.
The way Santana says it is different, there's no false smile, no pitying look, and she just says it because she wants to say it, not because it filled the silence or because she felt obliged to say it, she just says it and it takes away all the nagging thoughts running through Brittany's mind about what they're about to do.
Even if the only knowledge of sex she has is the glimpses of porn she's caught over Quinn Fabray's shoulder in home room.
"And you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my entire life" Brittany finally says back to her, gulping down her apprehension at the bold statement.
Santana's eyes soften and a shy smile lights up her features –at least Brittany thinks it's a shy smile, she's never actually seen Santana smile unless it was a smirk "You don't have to say that" she murmurs, not meeting her eyes as she straddles Brittany.
Brittany frowns, noticing the insecure face Santana's trying to hide "I know" she says, placing both hands on Santana's waist "I wanted to say it"
Santana trades in the words she was trying to form for kisses, lots and lots of kisses. And then sex, lots and lots and lots of sex.
Chez Laurence wasn't the typical place to have a date in Lima. Unless of course you were middle aged and it was on your weekly date night, then of course it would be fine, but when you're seventeen and still living off of the allowance your parents give you, it wasn't the typical place to go for a date.
Santana thought anyway, as she tucked into her dessert, but then again nothing with Brittany was typical.
Her point proven as she watches Brittany stare conspiratorially at a woman sat at another table, the blonde's dark blue jumper, Santana bought her at the mall yesterday, rolled up at the sleeves to stop the fabric going into her dessert.
"What are you looking at?" Santana whispers conspiratorially, leaning forward in her seat.
Brittany eyes flicker to hers and then back to the other table "That woman has the same dessert as me"
Santana looks over, as discreetly as she can, at the lavish woman devouring her cake "So…?"
"It looks like her slice is bigger than mine" Brittany explains like it's the most obvious thing in the world, her attention returning to her own dessert "Is yours nice?" she asks, her eyes still occasionally darting over to the other table.
"Orgasmic" Santana smirks, watching the deep blush that comes over Brittany's cheeks in glee.
"Santana" she blushes, head facing the table, her fork picking at her cake for something to do.
Santana, being the ever kind person she is, kicks off her high heel and slowly drags her foot up Brittany's leg from across the table. "What?" she says in complete innocence, eating her Crème Brule like she wasn't doing anything wrong.
Brittany huffs out a breath of air, her leg shooting up and banging on the bottom of the table when Santana reached a certain sweet spot, everyone in the restaurant turned to look at them "Can we-" Brittany starts abruptly but stops to cough away the sudden deepness of her voice "Can we get the cheque?" she asks no one in particular, leaning her head on her hand to seem nonchalant though it comes out so high pitched that she has to roll her eyes at herself.
"You handled that well" Santana jokes, laughing at Brittany's reaction.
Brittany glares at her, a small smile trying to fight its way to the surface "That was very mean, Santana Lopez" she declares, and Santana nods through her chuckles "I'm in the right mind to call your mother"
"Please she's done worse" Santana smirks into her drink, sipping from the glass before taking the last bite of her dessert.
"That's a very disturbing thought" Brittany says, just as the waitress sets the bill down on the table, she smiles at the brunette girl, saying thank you to her.
Santana gets that look in her eye, and unfortunately Brittany misses it "God why don't you just have sex with her!" she snips in a scolding and very put on voice.
Brittany looks at her like she's just grown a third head and the waitress quickly hurry's away with a deep blush.
"What was that?!"
Santana shrugs with a smirk "She had a crush on you"
Brittany's face scrunches up in confusion "No she didn't"
"She's been eyeing you all night" she says plainly "And I just proved it, look" Brittany turns around in her seat to find the waitress still blushing and practically bumping into everything she came anywhere near. "Anyone else, that didn't want to jump your bones, would have bitched me out"
Brittany pays for the meal before Santana can protest, grabbing the other girls hand "Come on" she says, standing up.
Santana follows her lead "Are we leaving so soon?"
"I'm getting you out of here before you cause any more trouble"
"You knew before we started this relationship that I was jail bait, you've only got yourself to blame" Santana explains, winking and blowing a kiss to the waitress as Brittany half leads her half pulls her out of the restaurant.
Brittany smiles back at her like she's trying to hold back giggles "What was in that drink?"
"Nothing" she says, linking her fingers with Brittany's as they walk through the night air "We're on our first date that didn't have anything to do with either of our backyards so I don't know; I guess I'm kinda sort of happy"
"Kinda sort of happy?" Brittany laughs, her arm coming around Santana's shoulders "Alright I'll take it, even if being kinda sort of happy leads you to verbally assault random waitresses" Santana rolls her eyes, hand coming around Brittany's waist to cuddle into her side as they walk
Brittany kisses the top of her head "I'm trying to find a way to say I'm happy too without it being really cheesy" she sighs, careening past a pile of dog crap on the side walk, which could of potentially ruined the moment but she diverted the situation with her awesome diversion technique of distracting Santana by bursting into song, this time Delilah by Tom Jones.
Santana smiles up at her like she's just found the extra layer in a box of chocolates she didn't know was there, unbeknownst to Brittany –as she's still very much occupied with her third repetition of 'Why, Why Delilah' – it's the defining moment in Santana's life when she realizes Brittany's the love of her life.
Santana sat on Brittany's couch, still fully dressed from their date, leering at Brittany's ass as she bent over to put the DVD on. Tonight's pick: Never Been Kissed with Drew Barrymore- Brittany borrowed it off Sam to see what all the fuss is about, since both him and Rachel wouldn't stop talking about it for two weeks. Santana agreed just on the principle that she could make fun of it and get them to shut up. Seriously, if she heard "I'm not Josie Grossie anymore!" one more time she was gone flip her shit
"Do you think Rachel's ever been kissed?" Santana wondered aloud, still staring at Brittany's ass.
Brittany paused on route to the play button, eyes wide "Uh" she croaks "Why do you ask?"
"I don't know I was just wondering"
"Yeah I think- I think umm she kissed Quinn" Brittany bluffs, staring down at the buttons on her remote.
Santana, oblivious, raises her eyebrows "When did she kiss Quinn?"
Brittany bursts "Alright fine I kissed Rachel before we were together and I was really drunk and I didn't tell you because the moment never came up and I love you and please don't hurt me" she rushes out in practically one breath, red faced and sweating.
Santana stares at her blankly "What?" she looks around the room with a 'what the fuck' look, as if there were other people there that heard her "When did you kiss Rachel?"
Brittany looks up from the remote, surprised "You're not mad?"
"No"
"Oh well, that's fantastic then" she smiles, flopping down on the couch next to her and finally pressing play. Santana looks at her expectantly "Oh right, we were at the cast party for Bugsy Malone, I was a gangster by the way, got four stars in the local newspaper" she rambles off track, focused on the TV "Anyway, someone spiked the fruit punch and we all got wasted in like five minutes, it was really funny actually cause Mike fell into the fountain and I had to call his mom to fish him out" Santana huffs for her to continue "Anyway, I was drunk and she was drunk so we ended up kissing, there was no tongue or anything"
"Oh" Santana laughs "Well as long as there was no tongue"
Brittany shuffles around so she's facing her, playing with her fingers where they rest on her thigh "Are you sure you're not mad?"
Santana shrugs, turning to look at her "Should I be?"
"No idea" Brittany smiles "I've never done this whole relationship thing before so…"
"Neither have I" she squeaks out "Why should I know about all this relationship stuff?"
Brittany looks to the ceiling and ponders "Because you're really hot" she says slowly, breaking out into a smile.
"True" she agrees, leaning up to kiss Brittany with a giddy smile on her face before falling carelessly back so she's lying length ways on the couch, smiling up at Brittany.
Brittany's hands go to the legs now splayed on her lap, drawing lazy patterns over Santana's skin "Your dress has risen up" she states the obvious, eyes racking over the extra exposed flesh "I can see your underwear" she says, trying extremely hard not to sound like a horny fourteen year old.
"That's weird" Santana says, distracted by Brittany's hands on her legs "I was about ninety six percent sure I wasn't wearing any"
Brittany raises her eyebrows, delicately lifting the fabric of Santana's dress to check "No you are" she says, staring a little longer then is needed "They're purple… oh and lace, very sexy"
"I try" she grins.
There's an extremely long and tension (of the sexual kind) filled pause, Brittany stares at Santana's underwear and Santana stares at Brittany staring at her underwear.
Brittany shakes her head to clear her thoughts, smiling at Santana when she catches her wiggling her eyebrows in a suggestive manner. "You know what?"
"What?"
"If we weren't so young and if it was actually legal" she looks down shyly at Santana's legs "I'd ask you to marry me" she says, looking up at Santana through her eyelashes.
A smile slowly creeps over Santana's face, she sits up, lifting Brittany's chin up to look in her eyes, before kissing her until she's breathless and holding onto her waist like it was her last saving grace "Well if it's coming from you then I guess I'd just have to say yes"
Brittany stood on what was hopefully Santana Lopez's front lawn (the 'Bitch' license plate on the car in the driveway was a tad giveaway) a rose she'd spent her entire allowance on clasped between her fingers and her mouth was poised with the words she'd been practicing all day.
It might be quite presumptuous to ask Santana to marry her right on the spot.
It might be.
She gets that it's just her emotional side coming out because well she did lose her virginity to the girl so shouldn't she ask Santana to marry her?
She decides against it, mainly because it would freak the girl out and really, the sting of rejection was still fresh in her mind so she wasn't about to confess her undying love for the girl.
In due time she would- over a bottle of wine and a box of Ferrero Rocher, the sun setting across the skyline as they recline in their easy chairs- but for now she'll just walk those few steps towards the front door and hope beyond all hope that she doesn't fall on her ass in the process.
She clears her throat, runs a hand through her hair and knocks on the wood door. It's a while before the door swings open and Santana's stood there, messy hair, baggy sweats and all.
Brittany smiles her best smile "Hi"
"Hi" Santana says back, a little surprised.
"Look, me standing here might be dumb and…stupid, but I want to say something and it's important for my peace of mind that I do say it, finally" she shifts the rose from her her right hand to her left, waiting for the subtle and barely noticeable nod Santana gives for her to continue "I know earlier you said that nothing could happen between us" she starts, fighting off the urge to bite her lip "But I think you said it for all the wrong reasons" Santana crosses her arms and raises her eyebrows, Brittany's heart beats even faster than before "I know that I'm no one and I have no right to tell you what's good for you and what's not, and no way in hell is some random stranger meant to make you happy but… I know that you're lonely; I see it every day in the stern way you walk and the way your smile never reaches your eyes. I think you want someone to love you" she gets down on both knees, holding out the rose "And honestly I don't see why that someone can't be me"
Santana stares at her for a long moment, seemingly thinking. It's like waiting those final moments before the blade of the guillotine drops. Comparing the wait to a form of execution isn't particularly pleasant but it's the only thing that comes to Brittany's mind, the book she's reading about the French revolution has nothing to do with it.
Santana plucks the rose from her fingers "You're cute" she smiles, smelling the flower.
Brittany grins ear to ear, knowing that's she's done it, finally got the girl of her dreams, and it's the happiest Brittany's felt in very long time.
"And you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my entire life."
if this isn't coming on too strong, i'd marry every single one of you. i'd probably marry and then divorce and then marry you all again actually. i'm trying not to get all mushy here but all the reviews and the alerts and stuff really do mean the world to me so thank you.
Anyway, it's Halloween in like three weeks so get ready for the next chapter to be spooky as hell, hopefully you'll shit yourself laughing and be scared shitless (there's an image) Halloween is my favorite holiday and i love scary stuff so it should be pretty awesome, even though i haven't written it yet