Wow. I actually got reviews for this story :3 that's pretty boss. I originally wrote this just because I was bored and I love me some Brittana, hahaha I was reading a lot of fan fiction and just decided that while I was here I might as well upload this story. Well anyways, thanks guys it's really cool that you took the time to comment, it's always welcome. :D
Brittany was lying on her stomach staring down at the English homework she had been given that day. Her brow was furrowed in confusion. Find the alliteration? What's an alliteration? She finally settled on calling Santana and asking her to help. San was always doing nice things like that for her. Unlike Artie, San didn't just do the work for her; she would patiently explain what things meant and gradually show Brittany how to solve the problem.
Now that Britt thought about it a lot of things were better with Santana. They could do each other's nails and hair, and San was so much softer than any boy. She was so gentle and Britt loved that about her. Santana might seem like an ice-queen bitch but she always treated the blonde with affection and caring. What was even better was that Santana never treated Brittany like she was dumb.
After realizing that she had gotten distracted by thoughts of beautiful Latinas Britt remembered to call said Latina. After a few rings Santana picked up her home-phone.
"Hello, you have reached the Lopez residence; may I ask who's speaking?" Santana sounded slightly grumpy but Brittany giggled at her business-like greeting. "Britt?"
"Yup, watcha doin'?" Brittany replied happily.
"Ugh, just had an argument with the 'rents. What are you doing?" Santana asked.
"Is everything alright? And just trying to do the homework Mr Blue set us." Britt said sadly.
"It's Mr Green, Britt. And yeah everything's okay, just the same old shit."
"You wanna come over and help me out with my English?" Brittany asked hopefully, knowing that if San came over she would forget about her argument with her parents and be all happy again.
"I thought you'd never ask. I'll be there soon." Santana replied.
"Okay, love you." Britt said, and she heard San laugh softly on the other end of the phone.
"I love you too, Britt-Britt. See you in a minute." Santana said before hanging up and getting ready to go over to Britt's.
When Santana knocked on Brittany's door it was answered almost immediately by her ceaselessly happy younger sister.
"Santana!" She squealed before launching herself at Santana's legs for a hug. She then grabbed Santana's hand and dragged her inside. "Brittany's upstairs in her room. Do you want to see a drawing I did at school today?" The young girl chirped quickly.
Santana smiled at the girl and told her that she would love to see her picture, but maybe after she went and said hello to Brittany. The girl agreed and skipped into the lounge-room. The Latina chuckled and shook her head as she made her way to the stairs leading up to the second floor and Britt's bedroom. She said a quick hello to Britt's mom who was busily working in the kitchen, like she was most times Santana came over. She thought it would be weird to have parents home to actually do things in the house. Sometimes she thought she was the only one living at her place.
Brittany's bedroom door was painted bright pink and had stars at the corners. San knocked quietly before entering. Brittany was sprawled across her bed staring intently at some papers in front of her. She had the most gorgeous frown on her face. Santana watched her for a second, taking in every little thing about the blonde, before she made her way over to sit next to Britt on the bed.
"Hey, pretty girl." She said, tucking a strand of golden hair behind one of Britt's ears.
"Hi, San." Brittany replied with a grin. She pushed herself up into a sitting position so she could give Santana a hug. After she leant back on her heels Britt took the brunette's chin in her hand tilted her head up so their eyes met. "Are you okay?" She asked softly.
Santana leant forward and quickly kissed the tip of Britt's nose. "Always." She replied.
"What did you guys fight about?" Brittany asked, concerned for her best friend.
Santana rolled her eyes. "You know, just the same stuff we always do. 'Santana you aren't doing well enough in school. How are you going to get into a good college if you can't even do well in high school?' Oh God, and the; 'Santana why haven't you found a nice boy?'" She mocked with a frustrated look on her pretty face. "Like they're even there enough to care."
"I'm sure they do care, San," Brittany offered a dazzling smile, "how could anyone not care about you? You're kind of awesome." She frowned then. "And aren't you doing well in all of your subjects?"
Santana's smile at Britt's sweet words fell at her concluding question. "Yeah I am," she replied, "they're getting my grades confused with my behaviour. Stupid Figgins. They know nothing about me Britt-Britt. They stopped being parents to me a long time ago." She laughed bitterly before adding, "They didn't even notice my new boobs."
Brittany winced at that. She never knew why Santana had gotten the boob job. Quinn had once said she thought it was because San didn't like herself. But that couldn't be right, could it? How could she not like Santana? Santana is totally awesome! Not to mention super pretty. Besides, Brittany had liked San's boobs before the surgery, not that she thought they weren't nice now. Because they were really great just like the rest of Santa—
"Britt? Where'd you go?" Santana asked softly trying to catch Brittany's gaze which had wondered off to the far corner of the room. "What's going through that head of yours?"
"I was just thinking about your boobs," the blonde replied dreamily. Santana blinked at her a couple times before smiling saucily.
"Oh really?" She leant forward to capture Brittany's lips in her own.
After they got their sweet lady kisses on for a while, Brittany's mom interrupted them for dinner. She assumed that Santana would be staying the night and was right. The girls often had sleep overs to do homework and gossip and all the other things teenage girls liked to do. Not that Brittany's mom was stupid. She knew there was something going on between her daughter and the well-mannered Latina girl. She always noticed the red cheeks when they would come downstairs from Brittany's room or the way the girls would look at each other when the other wasn't looking. She wondered if it was just teenage experimentation or if the girls were actually in a relationship. She wouldn't care either way. Less chance of teenage pregnancy in her eyes. Besides she thought it was better for her daughter to be with someone that she had known for most of her life. It was plain to see that Santana was good for Brittany. The blonde's smiles were always that much brighter after seeing Santana and her face would always light up when she talked about her – which she did a lot.
Once they had finished dinner and had helped Britt's mom do the dishes Santana and Brittany made their way upstairs again, this time to actually do homework. The brunette explained to the blonde that alliteration was the repetition of a particular letter or sound at the beginning of words that are close together. This was confusing to Britt at first but after showing her examples and helping her find alliteration used in a poem, Santana was able to help her understand. Brittany gave Santana a grateful smile and a soft kiss on the cheek as a thank you for helping her.
It would never cease to amaze her that someone so smart would want to be with someone as stupid as her. She had told Santana this once only to be scolded.
"Don't say stuff like that Brittany. You aren't stupid, and if anyone ever says you are, you tell me and I will go all Lima Heights on their asses, okay? You just see things different to other people and that's totally a good thing. I like the way you view the world. It just makes me love you more." She had said in a gentle but commanding tone.
Britt giggled at the memory.
"What's so funny?" Santana asked.
Brittany informed her of to where her thoughts had strayed. That began a conversation about past times that continued until late in the evening when Britt's mom had to come into the room and tell them they had to quieten down a bit because their laughter was keeping up Britt's sister. Santana and Brittany fell asleep soon after, wrapped in each other's arms.