Sorry for the wait. I've been busy. -random person- You mean busy as in getting overly obsessed with D Gray Man, Lucky Star and Fullmetal Alchemist? -me- SHUT UP! But honestly, I was a lead in the school play (that's over now, BTW) so that ate up some of my time, and I'm also working on a manga/anime-inspired action story for FictionPress, so yes, technically, I've been busy with more than just getting into fandoms…although that did contribute XD
Lord Tubbington. Lord Freaking Tubbington. Glee writers, do you hate me? One thing that was always awesome was NOT seeing Britt's cat. It made me feel like Catcake was for realsies. When you named the cat Charity, I found a way around it. But now, you're disregarding your OWN continuity, and you scrapped Charity, and came up with a whole new MALE cat named Lord Tubbington. -cries a little- Look, I'll find a way to make this work into the story…somehow. Ugh. Although I will admit, I find Tubbington to be adorable. Fat kitties are the cutest XP
Oh, also about Brittana, you writers made us get excited when Brittany invited Santana on Fondue for Two (OMG, I want that show to be real!) and said that she'd ask her to Prom and all Santana would have to do was say yes. Santana agreed. SHE AGREED! And then you make her a no show, with the only explanation being a short ass text that was OFF SCREEN. Glee writers, you sicken me sometimes.
But the coolest thing happened though: I converted my Dad into a Gleek ^_^ Bestest thing ever. Is your parent/guardian a Gleek? Yeah, DIDN'T THINK SO. lol
Oh, also, thanks for making this story reach over 100,000 hits! That's crazy!
But right now, it's time for Brittana Christmas-y goodness ^_^ Oh, and there's a bit of dirtiness later on, so forgive me lol It's not sex, but…it's close to sex, I guess? So read on, and you'll get cookies!
If there was one thing Santana hated, it was going through malls during Christmas. For one, every fucking store was crowded with hordes of shoppers who, just like Santana had done, waited for the last minute to get presents for friends. Then, there were the little kids. The annoying brats who wanted to hop up on some fat guy's lap and tell him what they want for Christmas. They were loud, obnoxious, and overall, stupid. And the worst thing about shopping for Santana was think about the things to get for people. What would her parents want? She had never really cared for their interests. What would Quinn want? Santana thought and thought, but kept drawing a blank. What would Mike want? Well, all Santana knew about him was that he liked to dance alone in his room sometimes…and he was Asian.
But the hardest part was trying to find something for Brittany. What would she want? Something duck related? But Brittany had millions of things duck related, one more wouldn't be all that special. Something with unicorns? The same dilemma. Santana sauntered around the mall for an hour, but nothing caught her attention that might make Brittany happy. The very worst part of it though, was that tomorrow was Christmas. There was absolutely no time to hold off on buying presents. Santana needed to get a present now, but she couldn't think of anything.
Santana was getting seriously sick of looking around the seemingly endless mall for presents. She couldn't find anything, and her patience was running low. The Latina spun on her heel and began storming through the crowd towards the exit. Just when she pushed her way through the horde of shoppers, a store she hadn't recognized caught her eye. It was a jewelry store. Santana was tired and knew she probably couldn't afford anything in there, but the shiny things captured her attention long enough for her to go in. Santana walked into the store and went immediately to the front desk.
Santana pulled out all of the money she had out of her pocket and handed it to the man behind the counter. "Dude, what can I get for that much?" Santana asked.
The man looked over the cash, counting the amount. "Hm, not a lot of money here. Let's see…yeah, you can't afford anything here. Sorry."
Santana sighed. "Can't you give me a freebie?" The man shook his head. "Thanks so much, dick." Santana, angered and with no presents to give to anyone, stormed out of the jewelry store. Tomorrow was gonna be really fucking annoying.
Santana awoke the next morning, and unlike every other kid who celebrated Christmas, she was not happy about it. She sighed, stumbled out of bed, and lazily slipped on some clothes. Her phone beeped from the dresser. She checked it. It was a text from Brittany.
Santa came and got me presents! Can we hang out later today? You can come over to my house later. I was supposed to spend Christmas with my Grandma like usual, but she's in the Bahamas for the season, so my family has nothing planned. So you should come over ^_^
Santana smiled, both at the invitation and the fact that Brittany apparently still believed in Santa Claus. She quickly texted back.
Sure, Britt. I'll come over at around three or something.
Then, Santana realized something. She still had no present for Brittany. But Brittany had boasted before that she had gotten Santana the coolest thing ever. So Brittany had gotten her a great present, but she had gotten nothing for her in return. "I'm the shittiest girlfriend in the world."
Santana made her way downstairs and went through the whole Christmas routine; greet parents, open presents, thank parents, then check out the presents in more detail. Santana got some cool stuff, but it wasn't anything mind blowing. After unwrapping and opening all of her presents, she went upstairs and flopped down onto her bed, and groaned. It was now two o'clock. One hour until she had to look Brittany in the eye and tell her she had nothing to give to her.
This wasn't going to end well.
Brittany, who was currently playing with Catcake in the living room, heard a knock on the door. She stood up and walked away towards the door.
Catcake gave a hiss of disgust. "Who told you to stop rubbing my belly? My belly needs rubbing!" Catcake sobbed irritably.
Brittany ignored her cat's meows and opened the door. A cool breeze rolled inside and there stood Santana. Brittany grinned and hugged her girlfriend, inviting her inside and out of the cold. Santana thanked her with a kiss, then pulled back quickly, thinking one of her parents might be home.
Brittany took notice of this. "Oh it's fine. Mom and Dad are out hanging with my cousins in the next town over. I told them I couldn't go 'cause you were coming over. So we're alone. Nobody to bother us." Brittany gave Santana a little wink, probably insinuating something along the lines of a really hot make out session on the couch.
"Alone?" Catcake groaned. "I'm right here you know." Neither girls responded to the cat's meows. "You know, sometimes it's like you guys don't even understand me…oh, wait…shit."
Brittany suddenly bounced up and down with excitement. "Oh, I almost forgot! Your present!" Brittany then burst out of the room and up the stairway. Santana could hear shuffling feet from above, indicating Brittany was probably looking around for something frantically. A few moments later, the blonde returned back down with a piece of paper. "Here!"
Santana took the paper from Brittany's hand. "What is it?" Santana inquired.
"Open it, you goose," Brittany said obviously.
Santana rolled her eyes. She opened up the neatly folded paper and looked inside. It was a picture, a picture drawn by Brittany. It showed two stick figures (labeled "Britt" and "San") with blonde and black hair running along some grass. An odd looking creature that apparently was Catcake was running behind them.
"I'm sorry if I'm not a good drawer or whatever," Brittany said. "I only had crayons with me and most of them were old and sucky, and I've never taken an art class, so it probably sucks a lo- - -"
"I love it," Santana said, grinning. She didn't love it because the art was good, and she didn't love it because she thought it was cutesy or adorable. She loved it because Brittany made it for her. Brittany actually sat down and put some effort into a picture just for Santana, and that made her feel great. "It's awesome, Britt." Santana then remembered why she was dreading this encounter. "Uh, Brittany? I have to tell you something."
Brittany tilted her head. "Hm? What?"
Santana sighed. "I…I didn't get you a present for Christmas. I tried to find one, but I waited too long to buy one, and when I did go looking, I couldn't find one. I tried to get something from a jewelry store, but the guy was an asshole and I couldn't afford anything. And I wanted to make you something, but I thought whatever I would've made you wouldn't have liked. So now I don't have anything for you. And I know I suck, and I'm terrible, and I- - -"
Brittany just giggled. "Psh, I don't care! Santa got me plenty of presents anyway!"
Santana stared at her incredulously. "Um…what?"
"I said I don't care," Brittany said happily. "I mean, I like getting presents, but I wouldn't be mad at you for not getting me one." Santana was about to say something, but Brittany quickly cut her off. "But now that I think about it, I did really want a present from you. So now, I guess you'll have to repay me."
"How?" Santana asked, confused.
Brittany laughed and tugged Santana along over to an archway that led to the kitchen. She pointed upwards. Santana looked up and groaned in disgust. "That is so fucking cheesy."
"I know, but it's Christmas," Brittany said.
Santana smiled, and before she knew it, Brittany's lips were connected with hers. Brittany cupped Santana's face and deepened the kiss, taking control of the situation. Santana moaned in surprise at the kiss, but quickly got over her shock and began kissing back. Not one to be taken control of, Santana soon pushed Brittany against the archway and became the dominant force behind the kissing instead of the blonde. Even though it was Winter, the room seemed to be getting hotter and hotter by the second.
Catcake, who had been groaned all along about not being rubbed, walked over to the archway and looked up at the two girls. "Oh, so you two find being sexy lesbians better than petting me? You perverted bitches! Don't you even care about me? I saved your lives once…in a dream…but still!" Catcake, angered and unsatisfied, skittered off out of the room, giving an angry hiss as she did.
As usual, the girls took no notice of the cat and continued their activities. Santana, still in control, began rubbing Brittany's breasts with her hands, earning a muffled moan from Brittany. Santana then reached down and tugged on the hem of Brittany's shirt. Brittany pulled away and nodded, silently telling her girlfriend it was okay. Santana couldn't help but giggle in excitement. She leaned back in and continued hungrily kissing the blonde, as her hands slid up Brittany's shirt. She then began kneading Brittany's breast a bit harder, loving the feel of them within her hands. Brittany continued moaning, getting more turned on each passing second. Her cheeks grew hot as she realized she was getting wet. She hoped it didn't show through her jeans and she really hoped that if it did, Santana wouldn't notice. But right now, Santana was luckily focusing more on Brittany's upper half.
Brittany was getting lost in the feeling of Santana's lips on hers and her hands roaming her chest. The kisses were becoming more heated, and the rubbing of her breasts was becoming more fervent. It was all becoming too much for Brittany. An intense feeling was building up within her, and at first she couldn't put her finger on what it was, but then she knew. She wanted to push Santana away and stop herself, but the feeling of ecstasy was clouding her mind of rational thought. And then, all of a sudden, she came. She cried out, and this time, Santana knew it was different from Brittany's normal moans. Santana pulled away and removed her hands. She was about to ask what was wrong, but it was clear enough to the Latina when she saw the wet spot on Brittany's jeans.
"Oh shit," Santana muttered stupidly, unable to know what to say.
Brittany began blushing furiously. She closed her eyes tight, hoping this would all be just some bad dream. Only it wasn't a dream, and even she was smart enough to realize that this was real life. Brittany, embarrassed beyond belief, panicked and ran out into the hallway, and ducked into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She held back the tears that were inevitably going to fall from her eyes. She expected the worst. Santana would think she was some kind pervy freak and dump her. No, Santana wouldn't do that! Brittany thought. But what is she going to do?
A moment later, there was a knock on the bathroom door. Brittany jumped in shock at the sudden noise.
"Britt, it's me. Are you okay?" Santana asked through the door.
Brittany tried to hide the sadness in her voice, and ultimately failed. "I-I'm fine!"
"Britt, you don't sound fine," Santana said, sighing.
Brittany sniffled, wiping her eyes. "I'm so embarrassed."
Santana thought about what to say next and chose her words carefully. "Brittany, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. It was…just an accident. You didn't mean to. Hell, it's more of my fault than yours."
"Do you think I'm a freak for what happened?" Brittany questioned hesitantly.
Santana shook her head, even though the blonde couldn't possibly see through the door. "Of course not, Britt! I'm not mad, or disgusted or any of that stuff. And I would never think you were a freak. Please come out. You shouldn't be ashamed…or something." Santana was feeling more uncomfortable as the conversation went on. She was running out of stuff to say, and she didn't completely know how to handle this.
Suddenly, the doorknob turned and the door swung open. In a second, a blonde was hugging the hell out of the Latina. "Thank you," Brittany whispered. "This is why I love you. You always understand…stuff. Ya know?"
Santana nodded. "I guess. So, do you feel better now?"
Brittany gave a small smile. "I really do." She then remembered her accident. "Oh…um…I should probably go clean up." Brittany released Santana from her grip and began walked out of the hall and up the stairs. "I'll be back in a second."
Santana nodded, understanding. "Kay," she said.
Santana sighed, leaned back against the wall, and began thinking about the day's events. Wasn't the Christmas I was expecting, Santana thought. Then again, everything's a surprise with Britt around. Guess that's why I love her.
Wait, what? Santana blinked. Did she just tell herself she love-loved Brittany? Santana's head began to spin with thoughts. Wait, do I love her like that, or was it just a slip of the tongue…er, mind? Have I fallen in love with her over the years without really knowing it? Santana tried to block it out of her mind, but it was impossible. The question was now burnt into her memory.
Do I love Brittany S. Pierce?
Cliffhanga, BIATCH!
Also, I had trouble uploading this due to FF glitches, so I had to replace an old file with this one. This caused problems, such as changing back italics to regular, leaving two spaces between paragraphs instead of one, and changing bold back to regular. Basically, it caused problems. So if there was a problem I missed, and you find something that looks like a problem in here, as in, a thought that's in regular font other than italics or a deletion of a word, it's not me, it's FF's fuckery.
So, this originally had NOTHING to do with the whole Britt's accident thing, but without that, this chapter was pretty boring and standard, so I added that and the love angle. So, does Santana truly love Britt? Who knows. -shrugs-
OMG HAVE YOU HEARD GLEE'S VERSION OF FRIDAY? Guh, Puck, why are you so sexy dude? XP
Anyone know what was above Britt and San when they kissed? Kinda obvious :P
Poor Catcake, she just wanted a belly rub. But she can't have one because Brittany and Santana were being lesbians. That kitty goes through so much. :'( IDK why, but I just wondered if there would ever be fanart of Catcake. lmao That'd be awesomesauce.
And before anyone says anything, yes, I know San is a lesbian and Britt's bi, but I say lesbians for both of them because I feel like it. So don't leave some comment like "Broseph, Britt's bi, not a lesbian", because I know. IDK, I just think someone'll say it if I don't point it out.
Next chapter, First Adventure: a stray cat sneaks through the window of Brittany's house, and once Brittany realizes it has no owner, she declares that she wants to find it and keep it. Bringing Santana into the mix, Britt and San go on an 'adventure' through Brittany's house to find the cat.
Yep, next chapter, new character added to the mythos. And you'll prolly know who it is :/ So that should be funzies.
Anyhoozel, I gotta get back to reading my D Gray Man manga, laterz ya'll.