Okay, so time for an update for all my gushing fans XD Now, I was going to update sooner, but my wonderful funderful comp decided "I'm going to get cyber herpes!" That means a virus , Luckily, no files were lost, just took the Comcast guy a long ass time to remotely fix it from Los Angeles. BUT I'M HERE NOW :D
This chapter will be their first duet ^_^ Or first time they sang or whatever you want to call it. I got this idea from reviewer Kenwoody, who gave me TONS of ideas XP Like, a boatload. So, I'm using one.
I actually did research for this…well, if searching a bunch of Britney Spears songs is research :/
Read on, and get a little of that Brittana goodness into your soul!
Brittany was sad.
For starters, her first two months of fifth grade had been hell, with a mean new teacher, and Noah finally getting his beloved Mohawk and changing his name (unofficially) to Puck. Apparently, this made him even more of a meanie face (Brittany's word choice) than before. The only thing that made things a little better was Santana.
Santana was always there for Brittany, no matter what. She treated her like a friend, not just some dumb blonde like all the other mean kids. They pointed and laughed at her for being stupid, but she wasn't! Honest! But now, they never laughed for long, because Santana would always be there in a flash to save Brittany and give her tormentors an atomic wedgie. Then, after school, Santana would get Brittany some ice cream if she had cried. It was perfect.
Brittany sat on her bed, petting her cat which she had names Catcake. The cat meowed happily at the wonderful treatment.
Brittany looked down at Catcake. "Catcake, I'm sad."
Catcake gave a loud meow.
"I don't know why, either," Brittany mumbled sadly. "I mean, I thought it was because of the bullies, but Santana always punches them or kicks them in the groin…Catcake…what's a groin?"
Catcake replied with another meow.
Brittany gasped. "That's dirty!" Brittany groaned. "I think it's because I like Santana."
Catcake craned its head up to Brittany. "Meow?"
"No, as more of just a friend…" Brittany admitted. "You're the first person I've told. You can keep a secret, right?"
Catcake purred and rubbed her head against Brittany's stomach.
"Okay, good." Brittany laid back on the bed, pulling Catcake to her chest. "I just think she's pretty, and smart, and nicer to me than any other boy has ever been. Catcake, can a girl and another girl like each other as more than just friends?"
Catcake stared deeply into Brittany's eyes, giving no response.
"Oh come on, you're supposed to know everything!" Brittany cried.
Catcake gave a lazy meow and hopped off her chest, running out of the room.
Brittany sighed, turning over in bed. "I don't care if girls are supposed to like boys. I can like a girl if I want!" Brittany said defiantly. But then a thought hit her. What if she doesn't like me back?
Brittany became even sadder. So much so, that tears began to fall from her cheeks. Why couldn't Santana like her back?
"Life is stupid!" Brittany groaned, trying to wipe the tears away to no avail.
Brittany thought of ways to make herself feel better. Go get Catcake? No, she wasn't much help lately. Call Santana? No, she couldn't know why Brittany was sad. Call her parents? No, they were at work and she couldn't let them know either. Brittany stared at the wall of her room, when a poster caught her eye. A Britney Spears poster. Brittany had become obsessed with the pop star a couple weeks ago, and would always sing her songs in her room. They were never as good as the real thing, so it just made Brittany sadder.
But maybe this time… Brittany thought, I will sound as good as Britney!
It was worth a shot. If Brittany found she was as good as Britney, then she'd be the happiest girl in the world!
Brittany began to sing. "Baby, I'm so into you, you got that something, what can I do? Baby, you spin me around, the earth is moving but I can't feel the ground." Brittany sighed. It still wasn't as good as the real Britney.
"Fudge," Brittany muttered sadly.
"That was pretty."
Brittany shot up and looked over towards the door to her bedroom. There stood none other than Santana Lopez, a small smile on her face.
"H-How'd you get in?" Brittany asked quickly. Her heart thudded inside her chest and her stomach fluttered with butterflies. Santana was the first person to ever hear her sing. Brittany usually kept it to herself, since she never believed herself to be any good.
"You have a key under the mat, 'member?" Santana explained, and Brittany in return nodded. Santana stepped deeper into the room, and sat next to Brittany. "You never told me you could sing." Santana was very surprised at Brittany's voice. She never knew the girl had it in her, which was weird since they told each other everything.
"I suck," Brittany sniffled. "I suck eggs. On a Saturday."
Santana laughed. "Why do you think that? You didn't suck."
Brittany wiped her nose with her bed sheets. "Because I'll never be as good…as her." Brittany pointed a finger towards the poster of Brittany Spears, posing provocatively for the picture.
Santana began to affectionately rub Brittany's back, since sometimes that'd make the girl feel better. Santana's lips pulled into a smile as it looked as though it helped. "Brittany, a couple things: one, you were amazing. You don't need to compare yourself to some celebrity to think you're good. And two: I prefer your version to hers."
Brittany looked up at Santana and smiled her biggest possible smile. "Really?" she asked. Santana nodded. "No way! Maybe I am that good…maybe on day, I should sing a bunch of songs by other people, and make it sound better."
Santana put her arm around Brittany's shoulders. "I'm sure you'd do great. You'd probably kick Britney's butt."
Brittany's smile faded a little. "But…what about right now? I know you think I'm just as good, but…there's something…missing." Brittany said the words slowly, not knowing what she meant. She didn't know what was missing, or what she was talking about, like usual.
Santana shrugged. "Why do you think that?"
Brittany frowned. "'Cause I don't sound good alone."
"Yes you do! I heard you myself, you were great."
"Yeah, but…I don't know, another voice would help. But Britney doesn't need another voice."
Brittany fell back onto her bed sadly. Santana followed in suit, and Brittany began to blush. She was laying in a bed with Santana. But…Brittany thought only grown ups went to bed with people they liked, right? Brittany was confused about her feelings enough, this didn't help her emotions at all.
"So? Who gives a damn about Britney? And who cares if you need a little extra voice to help? We all need help sometimes," Santana assured, but to her disappointment, Brittany looked disbelieving, and…why was she blushing? "You need help? I'll help. Sing the first verse again, we'll switch off each verse, and both sing the chorus." Santana sat up, and so did Brittany.
"What?" Brittany looked confused.
"Do it. You needed help, so I'm helping you. Don't question it, just do it," Santana said with finality hinted in her voice, telling Brittany "Shut it and do it" in the nicest way possible.
"Baby, I'm so into you, you got that something, what can I do? Baby, you spin me around, the earth is moving but I can't feel the ground," Brittany sang.
Santana jumped in, standing up and looking at Brittany. Santana usually would've been hesitant, what with her not singing much, but for Brittany there was no hesitation, because she knew her friend wouldn't judge her voice like someone else might. "Every time you look at me, my heart is jumpin', it's easy to see. Loving you means so much more, more than I ever felt before."
Brittany hopped up, standing. She looked into Santana's eyes and they began to sing the chorus together, all the while never unlocking their gazes towards each other. "You drive me crazy, I just can't sleep, I'm so excited, I'm in too deep. Oh…crazy but it feels alright, thinking of you keeps me up at night."
As Brittany sang, she took notice of how pretty Santana's eyes were when you really looked into them. They were nice, and very different from the rest of Santana. Her eyes were soft and welcoming, the rest of her was a tough shell to keep everyone away and tell people not to mess with her. At least Brittany didn't have to deal with her shell too often.
Brittany and Santana continued the song until the very end, and when they finished their duet, they could do nothing but smile at each other.
"See? Now wasn't that good?" Santana said, trying to catch her breath. She used up a lot of it with the singing. Singing was unfamiliar to her, thus the lack of breath control.
"We're so awesome! Let's start a band! I'll be the lead singer, you be the lead singer, that kid…Artie, yeah him, he could be a back up dancer, and Puck could be our janitor!" Brittany cried happily.
Santana only grinned and hugged her best friend, not having the heart to tell her Artie couldn't dance or that bands don't need janitors. "Sounds like a great plan, Brit."
Brittany, without thinking, whispered in Santana's ear, "I love you."
Santana smirked, taking it as merely a sign of their friendship. "Love you too, B."
If only Santana knew what Brittany really meant with those three little words.
Happy happy joy joy happy happy joy joy I FINISHED IT!
So, did you like it?
I didn't write the whole song, since it'd become boring and repetitive, but it fits, right?
It's been revealed that Brittany now has developed feelings for Santana…YAY!
Also, this is the last chapter. I hate this story now. It's boring and stupid and I'm going to delete it now…I'M JOKING YOU SILLY GOOSES! XD
Also, a little dedication to Catcake, AKA hup123hup123slapslap, the lovely girl who got me into Glee! LOVE YOU HUP ^_^
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