You know, a couple months ago (when most of my stories didn't have above ten reviews and I didn't watch Glee) if someone told me I'd have a Glee fic with seventy two reviews, I'd laugh, punch them, steal their wallet and other valuables, then I'd slap them to wake up, then run away before the cops arrived. Anyways, I just wanted to thank everyone who's reviewed, and for making this my most reviewed story…I could cry. But I won't because I'm a big tough manly man that kills aliens for a living… -sniffle- XD
Christmas is coming soon. My Christmas wish list: a new computer, a puppy, and for Brittany and Artie to leave each other (on good terms, because I still love Brittie ALMOST as much as Brittana) so Brittany can go back to her one true love. And I'm sure you all know her one true love. -random girl- IS IT KURT? -I proceed to throw a shoe at her-
Anyhoozel, time for adorable fluffy chapter! (At least, kinda fluffy, but I'm sure once you guys read it you'll flip your shit in a good way :D )
Brittany desperately needed some advice. Specifically, relationship advice.
Brittany had never been in a relationship before (technically, she still wasn't in one) so she didn't know how to fix things with Santana so they could get together as girlfriends. That was all Brittany wanted, for her to be Santana's girlfriend. She'd give up to years worth of birthday presents and write a letter to Santa to say that all she wanted for Christmas was Santana. Brittany wondered if Santa could manage the Latina to sit under Brittany's Christmas tree later in the year. Could he? Brittany shook her head. Now wasn't the time to think of Santana as a Christmas present, it was summer anyways.
Brittany was flopped down onto her bed, deep in thought, which wasn't usual for her, but the situation she was in called for intense thinking. She had been thinking a lot lately, about Santana. They kissed accidentally, and now Santana hadn't spoken to Brittany in a month. Summer was almost over, and Brittany didn't think she could handle going back to school without a single friend by her side to protect her. Without Santana, Brittany would be bullied mercilessly just like she had before Santana moved to Lima. The very thought made Brittany blink back tears as her mind swam back to when everyday, Puck and a bunch of other jerks would pick on her.
"She's a dumb blonde."
"I think she thinks unicorns are real. What a loser."
"Ugh, she cries like a baby."
"Did she seriously just misspell her own name?"
"I heard she's retarded or something."
Brittany tried to block out all of their hateful words. Her mother and father had done everything they could to protect Brittany, but they never had the right approach. When the bullying first started, Brittany's mother and father gave her advice. Mrs. Pierce always told her to tell a teacher, which never worked, because when Brittany did tell, she was made fun of for being a snitch. After the teacher told the kids who were picking on her to stop it, they would stop, then start back up again. Mr. Pierce then told Brittany the same thing, and if that didn't work, kick them. He made it especially clear to kick the boys between the legs (Brittany didn't know why this would be so effective). But whenever Brittany thought about kicking them, she got scared because she thought she would get in trouble, or worse, they might've hit back.
When advising their daughter didn't work, Mr. and Mrs. Pierce took it to the school principal. They walked into the office one day with Brittany by their side and complained on how their precious daughter was being picked on everyday. When the principal tried to assure her parents that the teachers would be able to stop this easily, Mrs. Pierce then started shouting that they hadn't done a damn thing. Mr. Pierce tried to stop Mrs. Pierce from yelling, and she did after three minutes of ranting. Brittany couldn't help but begin to cry, since she hated to see her mom so angry.
After the direct approach failed, her parents did their best to keep advising Brittany on what to do, but like last time, it never worked. Brittany came home everyday in tears, and she always asked her mother, "Why won't they stop?"
The answer became apparent with the arrival of Santana Lopez.
When Santana arrived, she arrived with an attitude, and instantly, everyone feared her. All the students knew she could beat them up easily, even Noah Puckerman, and that was saying something. Then, they became friends over something so simple as crayons. At that moment, when Santana stomped on Noah's foot so hard that he shut up, Brittany knew that she was finally safe. Safe from all the jerks, the meanies, the douchenozzles (Santana had yet to tell Brittany what that word meant). Whatever they were called, she was safe from them.
Then Brittany had to fall in love.
"Stupid love," Brittany muttered out loud in between her thoughts.
Then Santana avoided her like moldy old cheese. The thought of moldy cheese made Brittany scrunch up her nose in disgust. It went on for months, and then the dance happened, and then, the kiss happened. It was one of Brittany's happiest and saddest moments. Finally! She kissed Santana, but then Santana ran away, scared. All because of Catcake.
Brittany shot a glare at Catcake. "Thanks a lot."
The cat gave a hiss at Brittany, then skittered out of the room.
"Oh yeah?" Brittany called. "Well you're stupider!"
Brittany sniffled, feeling the tears come back. She'd been crying a lot lately. She felt like some kind of human fountain. Right when Brittany was about to begin sobbing, just as she had done every night since the kiss, her cell phone lit up and beeped, telling her she received a text. Brittany grabbed her phone, flipped it open. Her heart fluttered inside her ribcage when she saw who it was from.
meet me at my house
Brittany didn't need to be told twice. With that, she hopped off her bed, checked her hair, slipped on her shoes, ran downstairs, got her bike and pedaled as hard as she could towards Santana's house.
As soon as Santana hit send, a chill ran down her spine. Brittany would be here in no time, and Santana had nothing planned. In hindsight, that was pretty stupid. She should've come up with some kind of plan, some kind of speech to explain things. But she had nothing. Santana wished she had a set of cue cards so she could make sure her words were precise and perfect, but she didn't. She was going to have wing it.
Santana sat up in her room, staring at her phone. She sighed, mentally kicking herself. "Apologizing to her shouldn't be this hard."
It had happened three days ago.
Santana was driving home from the mall with her mother when she turned the radio on. Then, without warning, Britney Spears's "You Drive Me Crazy" blared out of the stereo. Santana instantly thought of Brittany. She hadn't thought of the blonde since the kiss, pushing the girl out of her head. But now that she had thought of Brittany, she couldn't keep the girl out of her mind. Every thought included Brittany, and when it didn't, the thought reminded her of Brittany.
Even after the car ride was over and the song had ended, Santana still kept thinking about Brittany. Inevitably, she began to think more and more about their kiss. The kiss she actually liked. Santana was more confused than ever. Why did she like the kiss? Was she a lesbian? Was she bisexual? Should she tell anyone? Should she try to just forget about it? But Santana couldn't forget about it. Because she had had her first kiss with a girl. And not just any girl, Brittany S. Pierce, dancing unicorn lover extraordinaire. Santana remembered giggling when Brittany's mother had joked that was Brittany true full name.
This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. She was supposed to kiss guys, she was supposed to date guys, she was supposed to marry guys, she was supposed to love guys. Not girls. But right now all she could think about was a girl she liked.
"Do I like her?" Santana questioned herself. Santana had enjoyed their kiss, and they'd always been close. It was totally possible that Santana, after that kiss, had began to feel the same things for Brittany that Brittany felt for her. Santana tried to think of ways that explained how she couldn't like Brittany. They could only just be friends? Santana threw that one out because she realized that anyone could decide to forget about friendship and date their friends. Maybe she only liked the kiss because it was her first? Santana realized that just because it was her first kiss, didn't mean she had to like it. She had to bet there were millions of people out there who's first kisses sucked. Santana kept on racking her brain for explanations as to why she and Brittany could not be together as more than friends.
Santana came up with nothing.
"Fuck," Santana muttered, lying on her bed. "I might actually like her."
That was three days ago, then the day after that, Santana thought about it some more. Soon enough, her brain had figured out that it was totally logical for Santana to like Brittany back. Brittany didn't fear her like everyone else. Brittany was one of her closest friends. Santana could talk to Brittany when she was sad or angry and instantly feel better. It soon became a shock a to Santana how she and Brittany hadn't liked each other sooner.
"Fuck. I actually like her," Santana said, just like the day before.
The next day after that, Santana spent the entire day thinking of ways to apologize to Brittany, patch things up, and finally tell her she liked her back. Santana was still surprised she actually felt that way about a girl, but she was at least glad that girl was Brittany. Santana couldn't come up with a solid speech or the proper words to explain how sorry she was and how she felt. Santana went to sleep that night still thinking of some kind of a plan for her apology, but she still didn't have one.
A loud knocking from downstairs signaled Brittany's arrival. Santana stiffened.
"She's here," Santana whispered to herself. "Oh shit she's here."
Santana reluctantly left her room and walked downstairs, her breath coming out in short little gasps. She was scared out of her mind. How do you make it up to your best friend for being a jerk, then tell them you like them? Santana groaned internally at the crappy situation she was caught in. Santana made her way to the door, reached for the doorknob and stopped. She gave a deep breath and was silently grateful her parents were out shopping. Then, reaching the point of no return, Santana turned the doorknob and opened the door.
Instead of being attacked by a hug like last time (Santana would've preferred that), Brittany was just standing there awkwardly, smiling. "Hi, Santana."
Santana shifted her weight to one leg, wishing the awkward tension in the air would go to hell right now. "Hey, Brittany."
After that, silence fell over them, and to Santana's anger, it became more awkward than before.
"Want to come inside?" Santana finally managed.
Brittany's face lit up and she nodded, her ponytail bobbing up and down behind her. Santana couldn't help but find it adorable. Now that Santana had come to terms (mostly) with her liking Brittany, when she thought about it, everything about the blonde was adorable. Her many, many phrases ("No Santana, cats can fly. Catcake told me so."), her mannerisms, the way she would get really happy whenever she got ice cream. It was all adorable, and Santana couldn't even try to suppress the smile that was forming on her face.
Brittany walked into the living room and plopped down onto the couch. Santana followed in suit, sitting down next to Brittany. They both were looking at other things, Brittany at her hands and Santana at the fireplace. It was clear that eye contact was hard for them, after they had kissed.
Brittany unexpectedly spoke up. "I'm sorry." When Santana turned and looked at her, confused, Brittany began to elaborate. "I mean, I'm sorry about…the kiss." Brittany flinched as soon as she mentioned the kiss. "It shouldn't have happened. I'm so sorry, I know it was an accident, but I'm still sorry. I know you probably hate me and think I'm a freak and that I'm stupid and…"
"Brittany!" Santana interrupted. "I don't hate you. I don't think you're a freak. You're not stupid, don't ever say that about yourself."
Brittany looked into Santana's eyes, and it was obvious the blonde was grateful to hear those words. "Okay," Brittany choked out, close to tears. "I'm sorry."
"And stop apologizing," Santana said softly. "You have nothing to be sorry about. I'm the one who's been an asshole to you. I'm the one who's ignored you when you needed me the most. I'm the one who should be saying sorry." Santana gave a deep breath. This is it. "And I am saying sorry. I'm sorry for abandoning you. I'm sorry for treating you like shit. I'm sorry for yelling at you at the park. I'm sorry I freaked out about our kiss. I'm sorry for everything, every single dumb thing I did that hurt you, I'm sorry Brittany."
Brittany's eyes welled up, and small tears were falling down her cheeks. She sniffled loudly. "Really?"
"Yes, Brit." Santana nodded. "I'm sorry I was mean to you."
Brittany sniffled again, and then she gave her widest smile yet. "So you don't hate me?"
"I couldn't hate you if I tried," Santana admitted honestly.
With a squeal of happiness, Brittany leapt forward and wrapped Santana in a bear hug. Santana couldn't help but hug her best friend back. But now it was time for the second part of her apology, her confession.
"Brittany?"
"Hm?"
Santana tried to think of some kind of build up, an opening to what she was going to say. When she came up with nothing, she instead blurted it out. "I like you."
Brittany let go, backed up and stared at her from her seat on the couch. "What?"
Santana sighed. There was no point in trying to lie her way out of it. "I like you. As in, like like you."
Brittany's heart pounded in her chest. "Like…love?"
Santana shrugged. "I don't know about love, but I do like you, as more than a friend. I figured it out, like, three days ago."
Silence filled the room. Neither of them knew what to say after that. Brittany's mind was racing with the thought of Santana actually liking her back as more than a friend. Was it a trick? A joke? Maybe this was all a dream. Maybe Brittany didn't hear her correctly. But Brittany knew she had heard her loud and clear. It was a dream come true, and she desperately hoped that she wouldn't screw it up.
"So…does this make us…girlfriends?" Brittany asked, hesitant, fearing Santana's answer.
Santana thought for a moment. If Brittany liked her and she liked her back, why the hell not? "I guess so. Do you want to be girlfriends?"
Brittany grinned and nodded. "I really do!"
Santana smirked. Then she thought about something else. How would other people react? The kids at school would make fun of them, and then, how would their parents react? Santana realized they might freak out, or worse, hate their kids. It was a drastic thought, but Santana had heard about kids who's parents hated them because they liked the same gender. Santana didn't want her to be one of those kids, and she didn't want Brittany to be one either.
"We have to keep it a secret," Santana insisted. "I mean, we have to keep it secret, if we're going to be girlfriends."
Brittany's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Why?"
"Because other kids might make fun of us," Santana explained. She didn't mention the whole parents thing because she knew that could upset Brittany to tears at the thought of her parents hating her.
"Other kids are stupid," Brittany huffed. Then she grinned. "So we'd be like, secret girlfriends?"
Santana nodded.
"I love secrets!" Brittany exclaimed.
Santana laughed at Brittany's enthusiasm. Brittany started laughing too, and soon the whole room was filled with their laughter. Then, Brittany stopped laughing abruptly and asked Santana what was so funny. Then Santana stopped, stared, and started laughing again at Brittany's confusion. "Seriously, what's so funny?" Brittany asked frantically. Santana stopped laughing, but couldn't help but continue giggling a bit.
"Nothing, Britt," Santana assured.
The silence returned.
"Soooooo…" Brittany trailed off. "Can we…um…kiss now?"
Santana frowned. She wasn't used to kissing girls, or kissing in general. It's not that she felt uncomfortable, it was just that it was so new to her, and she wasn't all that ready to go around kissing Brittany all the time, although the thought was tempting. Brittany was really pretty, and Santana thought it might be nice to kiss her, but for now, she wasn't all too ready.
"I don't know. I mean…we'll kiss eventually, but I just…uh…shit…don't think I'm ready," Santana said. She hoped Brittany wouldn't be disappointed.
To Santana's relief, Brittany wasn't. She just gave the Latina a little smile. "That's okay, we can kiss later, when you're ready."
Santana smiled at her friend's understanding. This was turning out better than Santana ever expected it would. There was no fighting, there was hugs, and now she had probably the coolest girlfriend in the world. Santana couldn't think of anything better.
"So, now what do we do?" Brittany questioned.
"Um…" Santana thought for a moment. "We could…watch TV?"
Brittany giggled happily. "Okay!"
With that, Santana turned on the TV, flipped to a channel she liked, plopped down on the couch, and sat next to Brittany. She felt a familiar pinky wrap its way around her own and at that moment, Santana felt complete. She had her best friend back, her pinky didn't feel lonely anymore, Brittany was now her girlfriend, and they were now watching Pokemon as Brittany pointed out and squealed at Pikachu every second it was on screen.
Santana wouldn't have it any other way.
Early Christmas present for you guys :D And if you don't celebrate Christmas, this is just a gift of awesomeness out of the kindness of my giant heart XP
I know, I know, "FINALLY! IT TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH!" lols They're finally together! And they're watching Pokemon as a couple. It doesn't get much cuter than that folks. -ish secretly an obsessed Pokemon fan who has all the games- WHATWHOSAIDTHAT?
So now, I bid you farewell, as I ride off into the night on my unicorn (fuck anyone who says unicorns suck, they are the manliest horse ever and you fucking know it) with a big ass shield and a big ass sword as I travel to Ryan Murphy's house to yell at him for A) Giving Santana no reaction to Brittany and Artie's relationship, B) Sending Kurt over to those STUPID Warblers, C) Not having enough Kurt/Karofsky stuff because that ship friggin PWNS, and D) a whole bunch of other stuff. Wish me luck! And review while you're at it :D