A/N: so I underwent a little bit of a name change here on ff. I'm now your street serenade which is also my youtube and tumblr name. Links to both are in my profile. If anyone cares to come poke at me feel free, I love a good distraction. :)
Also the original Lover's Spit by Broken Social Scene is amazing and beautiful. If you can listen to the Feist version during Brittana's date scene at the end, you can find it on Youtube. Each version is crazy beautiful, you guys.
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all these people drinking lover's spit
they sit around and clean their face with it
and they listen to teeth to learn how to quit
tied to a night they never met
Broken Social Scene
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''Santana, I need this.''
Santana really should have known that setting Brittany loose in a sex shop was just asking for trouble. Brittany had uttered the same words - ''I need this'' - at least a dozen times already and they hadn't even actually walked all the way in yet.
They were waiting just inside the doors and it was there that the store displayed a few books and silly items that were all rather tame on the scandalous spectrum. If you looked further in, one would notice that the shop was quite large and inside was a vast area of sections and items there to cater to everyone for everything. It was brightly light and organized in a compact, chaotic way that kind of reminded her of a Claire's store.
If Claire's sold dildos.
But there near the front doors and visible to the public were fun little impulse buys and books. Brittany was thoroughly entertained.
''Okay, what did you find now?'' Santana asked, turning around to see what Brittany had in her hands this time.
Brittany held up a red heart shaped box excitedly before flicking the lid off to display tiny little oddly shaped plushies with googly eyes. They were almost like Beanie Babies, but way fucking weirder.
''What, I don't get it? What are these?'' Santana tilted her head in confusion.
''They're in the shape of little microbes! See! Sperm cell, egg cell, HPV, Chlamydia and the Kissing Disease. Look at their little eyes. Aren't they cute?'' Brittany pulled one out and pushed it towards Santana's face in order to boop her nose with it.
''What did you just boop me with?''
Brittany looked to read the plush microbes identification tag. ''The Clap.''
''Babe, no, just no.''
It was then that Santana's phone beeped several times in succession, signalling a new message. She pulled it out, stared down at the screen and grumbled to herself as she tapped on it.
''Are you and Lord Tubbington having a Twitter feud again?'' Brittany asked noting her annoyance as she responded to whatever had been sent to her.
''No, it's Brian,'' Santana answered monotonously.
''Is it now?'' Brittany quirked a brow, looking somewhat smug.
Santana tapped out one final message before putting her cell away. ''What?''
''Nothing, nothing. I just recall someone making a big whoop about how the two of you could never be friends and now you're what? Texting...like friends do.''
''I'm helping him with something but I don't know if I'd go as far as calling us friends, not really. I'm only giving him a hand because it'd give me a chance to lord something over him.''
''Not because you actually enjoy each other's company?''
''Psh.''
''When you two are together it's like watching siblings. Siblings who pretend to hate each other but deep down would go to bat for the other if needed. He tells you to fuck yourself, you tell him to shut his bitch ass up and toss these insanely vulgar insults at each other and it shouldn't be adorable but it is in this funny twisted way.''
''We are not friends and we are not adorable.''
''Whatever you say, San.'' Brittany sighed and set the box of silly plushies aside. ''So why do you think Daphne wanted us to meet her here?'' The blonde made a small gesture with her hand to the store itself.
It was an odd request they had both thought when that morning Brittany had received a text from Justin's BFF, Daphne, asking if she and Santana would care to meet up with her. When Brittany replied yes, Daphne followed it up with a phone call. On speaker phone the young woman had nervously stumbled her way through an awkwardly worded speech that neither Santana nor Brittany understood all that well. Daphne supplied them with an address and after disconnecting the call they googled it. They were both shocked, delighted and tickled when it turned out said address was a sex shop.
They laughed and were immediately in total agreement that they had to go see what this was about and why Daphne sounded so anxious, and why in the world did she request their assistance at such a place.
(Also they had already used and promptly broken the handcuffs they had swiped from Emmett's closet that one night they were over for dinner and Brittany thought it only right they gift him a new, shiny set.)
''You don't think this is her way of like proposing a threesome do you?'' Brittany asked. ''Cause she's cute and all but I'm really not down for that.''
Santana laughed. ''Why, cause Justin tapped that first and you don't want his sloppy seconds?''
''Ew, I didn't even think of that,'' Brittany shivered.
It was then that Daphne walked in and smiled, looking nervous and bashful as she came to stand with them. While she was actually a few years older than both of them she somehow seemed more out of her element than either Brittany or Santana who stood around slurping on Starbucks coffees with an air of nonchalance about them.
''You made it,'' Daphne said in greeting.
''So...why are we here exactly?'' Santana asked.
''Not that we don't want to hang with you,'' said Brittany, ''but when Santana and I usually have a girl's day out with our friend Quinn, it's usually smoothies at the mall and getting manicures.''
''Although,'' Santana shot the blonde a look, ''maybe if we took Q to some place like this and forced her to get herself a little something she wouldn't be such an intolerable wench all the time.''
''Yeah,'' Daphne started, shifting in place as if unsure of herself, ''I know asking you guys to meet me here of all places was a little out of the blue but I don't really have a ton of female friends who would be cool walking into a place like this.''
''And you assumed we would be why?'' Santana wondered.
Daphne chuckled. ''Um hello. The first time I met you two you were both in your underwear, also it was only a couple of nights ago I heard you two going at it outside of Babylon.''
''True and true,'' said Brittany nodding her head along.
''And while I'm no prude I was a little too nervous to come here on my own, I thought it'd be easier for me in a group. I don't know,'' continued Daphne, ''you two just seem to be really comfortable with yourselves so...I thought...well...''
''Unclench, Daphne,'' Santana urged, trying to put the slightly older girl at ease. ''It's okay.''
''It is,'' Brittany assured as well. ''You asked us here for a reason, just go ahead and tell us. We promise not to judge.''
''Well, I'll probably judge but I'll do my absolute best to do it silently,'' Santana teased. Brittany gave her a light shoulder nudge and Santana responded by giving one back. ''Serious, though, you can trust us.''
''Totally,'' Brittany said, ''but just FYI, if you're about to ask us for a threesome, we politely decline. I mean Santana and I might have done that in the past once or twice but we're done with that, not that we aren't flattered or-''
''What?! No!'' Daphne squeaked in amusement at such a thought. ''Why would I ask you for a threesome?''
''Uhhhh, why wouldn't you ask us for a threesome? Look at us,'' Santana said playfully offended at Daphne's reaction. ''Not that we're remotely interested, but come on, who wouldn't want all up on us?''
''Yeah, Daphne, what's so wrong with us?''
''Nothing, I just don't want a threesome is all,'' Daphne chuckled and relaxed slightly at their joshing around with her. ''So, here we go, the truth. What I'm about to tell you two is something I've not told anyone else before, not even Justin.''
''Oh my god, she's coming out to us,'' Santana whispered to Brittany in a giggle.
''I think she is,'' replied Brittany.
''Stop teasing,'' Daphne pleaded with a smile and then continued on, ''Okay, I've been in a relationship for awhile now. We've been together for a year and things are great, he's great. He gets me, he gets my humor, he gets my weird and I get him too. We have fun and we laugh and also manage to have these amazing conversations. We work in a lot of ways, only...''
''Only what?'' Brittany asked.
''Only I've sortaaaaaaa never had a… you know… with him,'' Daphne confessed with a funny little wince on her face.
Santana and Brittany blinked at each other in silence for several long moments before their faces cracked and they began to sputter and snicker. They tried their best to hold it in for Daphne's benefit but they were quite obviously amused. Not so much at her problem, but at the fact that she was actually turning to them for help.
Santana shook with laughter. ''Oh my god, your boyfriend can't get you off and you want sex advice from us? Aren't you like five years older than us or something?''
''Four,'' Daphne corrected her with a blush.
''Why us?'' Brittany asked, getting serious.
''Well, Justin might be my oldest and best friend and we've never had a problem talking about sex stuff before but I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask you two because you'd get it in a way he wouldn't because we're all women. And because as a couple you two actually seem really in sync with each other in an intense way.''
Brittany looked pleased with the older girl's acknowledgement of her and Santana's amazing and obvious chemistry. ''We are awesome.''
Santana lifted a shoulder, conceding to the fact that they did have a fantastic sex life, the kind that most would aspire to but never actually obtain. ''And we have pretty much done everything...twice...sometimes upside down...once in water...''
''Sometimes wearing cowboy hats,'' Brittany threw in helpfully.
''Huh?'' Santana squinted.
Brittany nodded. ''Remember that one number glee club did with April Rhodes? We snuck off for a bit before Somebody To Love, remember. You told me to keep the hat on.''
''Oh yeeaaaahhhhh,'' Santana hummed as the pleasant memories of Brittany dressed as a cowgirl flooded her memory. ''Man, I am so gay.''
The three of them started walking forward further into the building and through the aisles of items, occasionally stopping to inspect and play with something. From restraints to dildos to ridiculous underwear, to plugs to vibrators to naughty nurse uniforms, as they ambled through they passed items ranging from silly to the extreme.
''I have experience,'' Daphne continued to speak, ''I know how to do the nitty-gritty of it and I've totally had great, fulfilling experiences with other people I've been with. But with my current boyfriend it just… it never quite happened for some reason.''
''Listen if we're going to talk about this, you're actually going to have to say it - orgasms.'' Santana instructed the older girl.
Daphne cleared her throat and with a shaky nod spoke. ''Orgasms.''
''Good,'' Brittany said.
''So what do you want to know?'' Santana asked.
''Cause we're all for helping people have orgasms but what works and is true for one couple might not be right for another,'' Brittany supplied thoughtfully.
''I know,'' Daphne admitted. ''I guess my question is how do you find the passion in a relationship?''
''Well, if you're looking for passion the first thing you should know is you're not going to find it here,'' Brittany made a wave to the shop. ''This stuff can be fun and something different to try with your partner, sure, there's nothing wrong with any of this, but it's not the key to having a great sex life.''
''Then what is?'' Daphne questioned.
''Well, being really flexible helps,'' Santana said, glancing over at Brittany's body with a wicked appreciative grin.
''It does, but even more than that you gotta be honest,'' Brittany said, ''like this one time Santana asked me if I'd do something different in bed and-''
''Do not tell her that story,'' Santana pleaded quietly under her breath.
Brittany looked to her and squeezed her upper arm as if to say don't worry, ''-and it was something neither of us had done before but she wanted to try it and so we did. And guess what?''
''You both ended up really liking it?'' Daphne asked.
''Not really, actually,'' Brittany resumed, ''like I mean we totally got the job done on both our ends if you know what I mean but it wasn't something that worked for either of us in a big way ya know? But afterwards we laughed about it and moved on and this is going to sound weird but the thing that actually most turned me on was that she trusted me enough to ask me to do something that she'd never done before. Never mind that neither of us ended up liking that something, the fact that she was open and brave enough to ask for it - it was and is a total turn on.''
''And on my end it was way hot that she trusted me back enough to be open to doing something new just because I wanted to.''
Brittany affirmed. ''You have to be honest and open in bed.''
''Otherwise you'll be doomed to super lame, boring sex,'' Santana laughed, ''and frankly there is no greater tragedy. Tis a fate I wouldn't wish on anyone, even heteros. You're going to have to tell him that it isn't happening for you between the sheets.''
''But,'' Daphne interjected, ''what if he thinks that I think he's bad at it, what if I hurt his ego?''
''Who cares about his ego?'' Santana moaned. ''If he's seriously all about you, he's going to want to make sure that you're happy. Because making you happy should make him happy.''
''And vice-versa too,'' Brittany insisted, ''if you talk about trying new things and get on the same page you're both going to get something great out of it.''
''If he starts crying and makes this all about his wounded pride or whatever the hell, then you need to shut it down and get out of there. Don't ever waste your time with someone who can't see beyond themselves.''
''I don't see him being that way about it,'' Daphne shook her head at that, ''I just don't want to make him sad.''
''Then you could pick up a few things here and surprise him,'' Brittany said as she popped open a couple of packages of ben wa balls and began juggling them briefly before tossing them back.
''Or you could actually have some balls so to speak,'' Santana said, reaching over to nab one of the balls, causing Brittany to lose her rhythm and drop them all, ''and bring him here yourself. Trust me it's way more fun shopping together than it is solo.''
''But whatever you do, don't forget to actually talk it out. Don't use these things,'' Brittany paused and nodded to the array of toys surrounding them, ''as a crutch or a band-aid or whatever. Actually have a conversation about what you both want, and don't want for that matter.''
''So you're saying communication is the key to good passionate sex?'' Daphne squeaked.
Santana and Brittany nodded in silence and Daphne scrunched up her face as if she had expected something else, something more left of center, more wild, more depraved and not something so...sensible.
''Who would have thought...'' Daphne grabbed a weird looking pump contraption and began fiddling with it absentmindedly, making weird noises as air filled it. ''Have you two ever had to work on, ya know, the bedroom area?''
Brittany and Santana smiled confidently and shook their heads in the negative, looking at Daphne as if she were a little, innocent girl.
''Oh Daphne, Daphne, Daphne, dear sweet innocent Daphne...no,'' Brittany sighed in a playfully pitying tone.
''Yeah, this particular issue has never been a problem for Britt and I,'' Santana said.
Daphne bobbed her head about slowly as if digesting all of their words and three continued walking until Brittany emitted a tiny high pitched squeal of excitement.
''Santana, I need this!'' the blonde said, adorably hopping foot to foot and looking jazzed at her latest find.
Santana turned to her, not even knowing what to expect from the girl this time. ''Okay, let's see it.''
Brittany held out a small book titled The Cookie Sutra and flicked through a few pages for her benefit. It appeared to be the Kama Sutra, only with cute smiley cartoony little gingerbread men and women being used to demonstrate each sexual position. It was somehow both adorable and obscene.
''I don't even know what to say to this,'' Santana sighed.
''Say we can buy it,'' Brittany pleaded.
''Fine...but I get to pick any position in that book to do tonight.''
''Sweet. And can we find a place that makes gingerbread people cookies after this? This thing has totally put me in the mood for them.''
''You just want to find some so you can make them have cookie sex, don't you?''
''Duh.''
Daphne smiled at their playful back and forth and again they walked on as the three continued to goof and laugh and in a small but significant way connect. They found that the slightly older girl was actually a lot of fun and once loosened up a little sassy as well. It was nice to just have it be just the girls.
Despite Daphne having a few years on them, it didn't feel all that odd or unbalanced. She didn't look to them as children. If anything she was a tiny bit thrilled by their companionship for the afternoon as she admitted to them that as a teenager herself she had always wondered what it would be like to hang out with ''the popular girls''.
It was then that Santana and Brittany decided that it was only right they subject Daphne to that lame high school movie tradition: a makeover. Daphne squeaked a few half-hearted protests but gave in rather quickly. After making a few purchases at the shop they moved on down the block to a rather nice clothing boutique. There they grabbed a handful of outfits and made for the back fitting room, urging Daphne to take the clothing into a changing stall as they came to sit on a bench in the center of the room.
''You're totally hot Daphne and frankly those jeans aren't doing your ass any favors,'' Santana said loudly so as to be heard through the partition.
''What Santana means is you should try a different jean cut,'' Brittany added more gently. ''Maybe add a little more color into the mix too.''
As Daphne busied herself they took a moment for themselves. Santana lightly bumped her head against Brittany's and planted a kiss just beneath her ear.
''Hey.''
''Hey.''
''What are you thinking?'' Brittany asked softly.
''I'm thinking we should totally have a quickie in one of those changing stalls,'' Santana suggested, only half jokingly. ''I'm also thinking I can't believe someone actually came to us for relationship advice.''
''Why is that so unbelievable?''
Santana shrugged as she breathed against Brittany's neck. ''Because I didn't think anyone ever saw us like that, ya know? The kind of couple you go to for answers when you want to know how your own jacked up relationship. It's weird that Daphne thought to come to us with questions.''
''Hey, who says we have to be traditional in order to be helpful? If you ask me more people should ask us for help, and I'm not even talking about the sex stuff...''
''You really think?''
''You don't?''
''It's not that I don't think we're amazing together. I just never really saw us like that.''
''We're not perfect but I do think what makes us a lot more awesome than most is that we're not like your average couple. There are no people like us.''
''You do realize that since the day we got here people have been telling us we're the female version of Brian and Justin, right, and that they're the male versions of us?''
''Well, yeah, but my point is me and you have never done anything the 'right' way or in any kind of order. Me and you? We live….out of sequence with the rest of the world and because of that we forgive things others might fall apart over and we understand things that others fail to notice. The reason we work so well in bed is because we work so well out of bed.''
Brittany reached her hand around to stroke the back of Santana's head tenderly and allowed the girl to sink into her side further.
''I don't think we could ever be just friends or even just girlfriends,'' Brittany said. ''Me and you are so far beyond those words. It's like we discovered this entirely new territory that nobody who came before us has ever seen. Beyond tradition, beyond convention there's just me and just you.''
Santana smiled at this quietly profound thought, marveling at Brittany's unwavering faith in them as a unit and how Santana herself understood exactly what she meant and where she was coming from but would never in a million years thing to phrase it like that. So beautiful in it's perfect simplicity.
Feeling that wonderful ache to show her own affection Santana pulled away slightly to bend over and dig through one of their shopping bags at their feet. With a silly flourish of her hand she displayed an item to Brittany. A small fluffy pink plushie with cute giant eyes and long dark lashes. A plushie in the shape of a microbe. She had planned to save it and make it a surprise later on, but suddenly couldn't wait to see Brittany melt at the sight of it.
''The Kissing Disease,'' Santana said as she bashfully offered it to her. ''It was the cutest one I thought.''
Brittany opened her mouth but no sound came out, though it was clear she was overjoyed at the tiny gift. It was a silly and ridiculous toy plushie but it was the kind of silly and ridiculous that Brittany loved and appreciated, and because of that Santana couldn't pass it up. Or rather, she couldn't pass up the opportunity to see that smile take over the blonde's face.
That smile that could kill her and bring her back to life at the same time.
Brittany took the toy in one hand and used her other to pull Santana into a sweet kiss. ''Baaaaby,'' she said, dragging out the word with affection.
''I picked it when we were checking out and you and Daphne were taking a selfie together with that Rabbit vibrator,'' Santana explained and bite down on her bottom lip. ''I knew you really loved those plushies, so. I had to.''
''Thank you so, so, so much.'' Brittany punctuated each word with a peck on the lips.
The blonde then took the toy and booped Santana on the nose lightly once again, Santana responded with a cute little nose scrunch.
Daphne shouted to them from within the changing stall. ''What are you guys doing out there?''
''Santana just gave me the cutest STI ever!'' Brittany happily announced.
''I don't even want to know,'' Daphne replied before quieting herself again.
Back on the bench Santana got Brittany's attention once more, locking eyes with her and leaning in…
''Would you go out with me?'' Santana asked, her voice soft as her heart skipped a beat.
Brittany blinked. ''Hm?''
''On a date. A real one. Just me, just you.''
''Really? A date-date? Us?''
''That is if you're available.''
''For you, always. Yes. Of course. Of course I'd love to go out on a date with you.''
''You said that we're beyond a lot of things and maybe we are but I want to. I want this. I want this with you.''
Brittany linked her arms around Santana's neck and pulled her into a warm hug. Sinking her face into her neck. ''Then it's a date.''
By the end of the hour they had helped Daphne assemble a few new outfits that were still very much Daphne in style but managed to add a dash of color and hipness to her usual slightly muted tones. After putting those in the yes pile they all ventured into the lingerie section. Santana was in the process of trying to talk Daphne into buying herself something more colorful and adventurous, not for her boyfriend Santana insisted, but rather for herself. Daphne smiled and tilted her head in consideration as she began to browse for herself.
They were interrupted when from several feet away Brittany popped her head up and whisper-shouted ''Santana, I need this!''
Santana threw a grin in Daphne's direction before she started walking backwards, towards Brittany and whatever interesting piece of underwear she had in her hands. ''Sorry, uh, I have to check on something with Britt real quick.''
The older girl shook her head as if fully aware of what was most likely about to happen. She didn't bat an eye when she saw them sprinting off to the back room and slamming a door to a changing stall behind them. Nor did she bat an eye when she heard the sound of zippers coming down and the slight rustling of clothing being shed.
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They spent another hour browsing around until the three eventually came to stand about on the sidewalk outside. They thanked Daphne for inviting them out for the day and the older girl thanked them back. Brittany assured her that all would be okay and Santana told her they were only a text away if she wanted to hang out and talk again. With a smile and a nod Daphne was off, her own shopping bags in tow.
Santana and Brittany then began to leisurely walk the neighborhood. Occasionally they peeked into shops here and there that ranged from selling candles to books to vintage clothing. Anything and everything. Eventually though they parted ways.
Santana was off to meet Brian for their first official music session where she would assess his level of ability and help him work from there. For her part Brittany didn't seem to mind as she herself had actually made plans to hang with Emmett and get pedicures together.
They agreed to meet back at the loft in a couple of hours, at which point they'd finally have their first official-official date. With a kiss and several happy loaded glances between them they said goodbye for the afternoon.
It was twenty minutes later that Santana was standing in the Kinnetic building.
The entire place was very modern and minimalist, especially Brian's office. The room was quite large and open, aside from his desk there were a few chairs and a single couch and coffee table.
Rather than rest in any of the seats provided she found herself standing and studying a piece of art hanging up. It was the first thing one noticed when walking in and almost worked as a sort of focal point to the design of the room.
''It's Justin's,'' a casually dressed Brian said, entering the room and coming to stand beside her.
''Hm?''
''The painting,'' he explained, nodding to the piece of abstract art.
She raised her chin in acknowledgement. ''It's good.''
''He's kind of a genius if I do say so myself.''
''So...where do we start?''
Brian swallowed. ''Right. Well, everyone in the building is gone for the day so I figured we could use my office. If we went to the loft or my house we'd run the risk of Justin coming along and figuring it out and I'm just not there yet.''
''This works for me.''
He walked them over to a tucked away corner of his office where near a set of trendy little chairs a guitar and keyboard were already plugged in and set up for them. ''I got my assistant Cynthia to set this up. I know the guitar but I don't really know how to play the piano, I gave her money and she just bought it.''
''Mmm, my friend Tina and I worked on a song together once. She taught me a few things. I can fake my way through a few songs,'' Santana said, pressing down on a couple of keys and toying with the instrument before. ''Alright, let's hear it. Play me something.''
Brian tensed at her words, hesitating.
''Look, if you're just going to waste my time I got better things to do,'' she said with a hint of aggravation in her tone. She was willing to help him, but he was really going to need to have some balls because she wasn't about to hold anyone's hand.
''Better things to do like what?'' Brian asked, out of anxiety he quickly reverted to his obnoxious attitude, ''Be face down in Brittany?''
''Actually yes, so either get to it or I'm out of here. If you want my help you have to show me what you can do. Sing me something, asshole.''
Brian grabbed his Fender, slide the strap around him, flicked on the small amp nearby and took a seat and one final deep breath. ''This is the one I want to do. I don't think my voice is there yet and I definitely need to brush up on the chords, but this is the one I want to sing to Justin.''
And so as she stood with her arms crossed in observation, he began to strum, to play, to sing. She took it in, studying him. His voice was okay, nothing magnetic or off the charts amazing but decent, though with some work she could see it becoming a bit stronger and more solid, full. His guitar playing on the other hand was more sure. There were a few tiny flubs but overall he appeared to be more confident and more capable on his instrument. Still, she noticed a few nervous beads of sweat form on his forehead. He quickly wiped them away when he finished his tune.
He was going to need some work she deduced from his little performance.
The first thing she had him do was stand up and there she demonstrated simple breathing exercises that she hoped would help him sustain notes as well as relax. They were all actually simple techniques and tricks that Schuester had the glee club do in its early days. They weren't overly complicated for an amateur and Brian thankfully didn't but up too much off a huff over following her instructions.
She pushed him when he needed to be pushed, she stood back when she needed to stand back and let him figure something out on his own. She corrected when he needed corrected and encouraged when he needed encouragement.
Their session lasted for an hour and a half and while she felt he had made some progress he was still a little ways off from being able to stand and sing confidently on his own. By the end of it they had come to relax on the couch in the center of his office space. He plucked at the strings of his now unplugged guitar while she sifted through a stack of sheet music on her lap.
''I went and Youtube'd a bunch of your glee clubs competition performances,'' he said, looking slightly uncomfortable with the admittance that he sought out footage of her. ''I know I gave you shit for it but after watching a lot of them and seeing some of your competition, I gotta say you should be fucking leading a lot more than you are.''
She smiled sadly and nodded in agreement. ''Yeah, I know.''
''And that tie your club had with the Cock Gobblers-''
''Warblers.''
''-was bullshit. You owned Valerie and that spotlight and Brittany and her dancing partner were fucking epic during the number. How that tied with a bunch of boring little robots doing the white boy shuffle is beyond me, and don't even get me started on that lead Cock Gobbler-''
''Again, Warbler,'' Santana said, trying best not to crack up in laughter at his reference to Blaine.
''Who could barely carry the tune and had zero fucking stage presence.'' Brian wrinkled his face up as if annoyed and disgusted by the thought. ''You and Brittany were better. You both made your team better.''
He looked serious, his unabashed and honest praise kind of threw her for a loop. Brian didn't seem the type to kiss anyone's ass which in turn had to mean that he meant what he was saying. It was a small but oddly sincere moment they shared, before they continued on talking about music. What they liked, what they didn't, what was in their current rotation.
''Metric. Broken Social Scene. Muse,'' Brian was in the middle of listing his current music obsessions, ''…and Rihanna's We Found Love, which is my club jam this summer.''
''Oh my god, right!'' she said. ''That single is everywhere and I can't get enough of it.''
''There's nothing more liberating than a fucking amazing dance beat,'' Brian continued, loosening up and even laughing along with her. ''What about you?''
''Well, I mean if we're talking pop, then yeah. Beyonce, Rihanna, Gaga, a little Lana Del Rey. But also Adele and I've just started getting into Florence and the Machine. There's something about her voice that feels pure and...holy, you know?'' Santana rested her head back and looked to the high ceiling, relaxing within the conversation.
''Florence Welch feels like she's from another era.''
''Exactly. That whole Ceremonials album feels like it's from another era. Like it could have been made 30 years ago, but it doesn't feel dated, it feels organic and ethereal. She didn't create an album of songs, they feel like hymns. Loud painful heartbreaking hymns.''
Brian nodded in silence, appreciating the depth of her thoughts and her ability to feel music on a far deeper level than he imagined most people her age would.
''And then this summer I've sort of been on a little bit of an Amy Winehouse bend...since she...'' Santana made a gesture with her hand, unable to say it.
Since that specific music idol of hers had passed away a mere two weeks ago, right in the middle of what had already been a trying year.
Since the moment she had first discovered Amy Winehouse she had felt some cosmic connection to the singer. Santana had adopted her as her musical spirit animal. She admired the performer's attitude and bite and charisma and sway. But most of all, she admired her voice. If Amy could make it, so could she, she wanted to believe. So when she woke up that morning she didn't learn of it from the tv or internet. Instead she had she had looked at her phone and found a slew of text messages waiting for her.
Rachel, Quinn, Tina and Mercedes had each sent her a short but thoughtful message. Santana, she was an incredible performer with immense talent. I can't fathom what you must be feeling, I'm so sorry, Rachel's message had said. I know how much she meant to you, we shouldn't have lost her like that, Tina's said. I'm sorry, S, I'm just so, so sorry, Quinn's had said. You know if you want to come over and put one of her records on and just chill I'm down with that, we lost one of our own, Mercedes had kindly offered in her message.
All petty differences and squabbles were put aside when they thought to send her those messages because she knew that they knew what it was to look to someone, to feel a deep and profound connection to their music, to their voice. If any one of them had lost someone they admired in that way she would've done the same and offered her condolences in some small but meaningful way.
She appreciated that.
But when she clicked onto a news story and understood fully why they were reaching out and who the world had lost she felt a tiny part of her heart shatter.
The only reason it didn't fall apart all together is that not twenty minutes later Brittany showed up at her house, racing inside and up the stairs and once at her side pulling her into a hug. ''I'm so sorry baby,'' Brittany had whispered into her hair.
It was the blonde's embrace that held her together when the world lost Amy Winehouse.
''She passed away earlier this summer didn't she?'' Brian asked quietly, bringing Santana back to the moment as they sat side by side.
''She did...although I still don't entirely want to believe it,'' Santana sighed deeply and bowed her head to study the notes on the piece of paper in front of her, running her hands over them as if they were braile. ''She wasn't like the others, you know? She was different, she looked different, she played by different rules. And her sound? She exposed an entirely new generation to that classic sound, to the kind of music that got into your soul. A lot of people can sing, but not all of them have passion. She did though...she did.''
Brian swallowed and looked down at his instrument briefly and as if sensing her sorrow he said, ''At least she's in good company.''
''What?''
''Amy. She's in good company...wherever she is...she's not alone.''
''What are you talking about? She's dead, Brian. And if you're about to say some smart ass remark about her and make some fucking joke out of it you can just shut the hell up now.''
He shook his head and touched her shoulder. ''I'm not. I swear. I just meant that she's not really gone. None of them are.''
''None of who?'' she asked.
''Club 27,'' he answered and looked her straight in the eye. ''Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, Kurt Cobain...Amy Winehouse. Club 27. They all set the world on fire and they gave their souls to music and then they gave that music to us...and then they left. At 27. All of them.''
Santana considered this. She had of course heard of Club 27, having read several books about the music scene but it hadn't actually dawned on her that Amy was now a part of it.
''They burned bright and gloriously,'' Brian said, speaking quietly and sincerely. ''When they passed away they took a lot of passion with them, who knows what they would have went on to make but just because she's gone doesn't mean it's the end of her. Amy belongs with them, with all of the greats. They will always be young and they will always be beautiful.In that way she'll live forever, Santana.''
Brian looked to her with understanding and maybe even just a sliver of compassion in his eyes. He had always had a sort of reverence for Club 27 and what they gave to the world and how they had given it so fully and passionately as if their souls had been too much for this world, too deep, too wild, too complex that their only conclusion was to burn out in a blaze of glory.
He knew he perhaps idealized and romanticized their deaths and made it more than it was but he always liked the idea, the notion that some souls were only put on earth briefly to share something great and powerful and intense before they were called back to some otherworldly place to remain young and beautiful for all of eternity. Club 27 was significant to him because he'd always sought to live every single day of his life as if he was forever young and forever beautiful. Just like them.
And it appeared someone she greatly respected had recently been inducted into that club. He took no joy in knowing that, but he hoped that maybe if she saw that Amy Winehouse's legacy would never dim or diminish it might be of some small comfort.
At his side she nodded, understanding that this was his way of being kind, of attempting to connect.
He lifted a shoulder as if it was nothing and hugged his guitar.
''I better get going.'' Santana started to stand and placed the sheet music on his coffee table. ''Practice those exercises I showed you and keep at it, we'll do this again soon.''
She was almost out of the door when he called her name, causing her to pause and raise a questioning eyebrow at him.
''I'm not very good at making friends,'' he began.
''Obviously.''
''To be honest I'm not even sure why the ones I do have stick around. I've screwed them all over at least once at some point in time. I'm just not a very good people person, and the whole human emotions thing is kind of foreign to me. Justin's the only one who ever really got in under the wire. Aside from him I'm just generally shitty in most social interactions, especially when they require me to give a damn and… I guess what I'm trying to say...I don't like thanking people...but thank you.''
She looked him straight in the eye, felt his genuine appreciation and saw the effort he was putting forth and how difficult he must have found it and replied the only way she knew how. ''Whatever, Kinney, don't start crying all over the place. No big deal.''
He grinned. ''You're such a shit.''
''Takes one to know one.''
X
Brittany was walking in slow, lazy circles around the sitting area of the loft as Michael sat on the main couch jotting down notes. As she spoke she gently tossed the tiny Kissing Disease plushie into the air. Catching it, throwing it back up, catching it, throwing it.
''No, but see Snix wouldn't say that,'' she said to the comic book owner as they discussed the progression of the story they were working on.
''Why?'' he asked.
''Cause Snix doesn't take anyone's shit, that's why,'' she answered. ''When she and Rage meet they're going to have an underlying layer of respect for each other sure but they're going to butt heads. Rage thinks there's only room for one superhero in Gayopolis, so he's totally resistant to this new mysterious figure on what he views as his territory. It's later in the story after they trade a few barbs and after Rage gets his cocky dumb ass captured and Snix has to save him that they realize that they both have a duty to the world at large.''
''That makes sense,'' Michael nodded thoughtfully, accepting her views. ''Alright, so after Snix saves Rage they have a moment of mutual respect.''
''Right.''
''And then after that she still manages to change out of her costume and speed across town just in time to 'accidentally' bump into her on again off again love interest Bethany-''
''Yeah, except they're not 'on again off again'. Even when they're apart, no matter what, they're always on,'' Brittany said in clarification. ''Like. It's never a question.''
''Noted and noted,'' he laughed in understanding and wrote it down on his notepad as she came around to plop herself down on the other side of the couch. ''You know...this is really fun, Brittany.''
''What is?''
''This.'' Michael motioned to his notebook and a few wadded up pieces of paper on the coffee table. ''Bouncing ideas off each other. It really takes me back to when Justin and I first started Rage. He and I used to do this kind of thing all the time, these brainstorming sessions. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad he moved on to bigger things, but it's nice to have a writing partner again. Even if it's only for one issue.''
Brittany placed her arm against the back panel of the couch and propped her head up with her palm as she studied him for a quiet moment.
''Can I ask you a question?'' she began.
''Shoot.''
''When Justin first met you...from how he used to talk about you...how you guys didn't always see eye to eye...I got the feeling you two didn't always have the best friendship.''
Michael inhaled and nodded sadly as he turned to face her so they were both sitting sideways on the piece of furniture. He looked regretful and remorseful of his less than kind treatment of Justin once upon a time. ''We didn't in the beginning. I admit when Justin came on the scene and Brian slowly started to be all about this cute blonde twink who would not stop smiling or go away, it got under my skin that I had to share my friend.''
''And it had nothing to do with the fact that you had a crush on Brian at the time?''
''How did you know about that?''
''Justin and I are blonde - we can totally read each other's minds. That and he tells me everything.''
He laughed along, realizing how ridiculous his slight adolescent infatuation with Brian in the past sounded now. ''Well, it might have a little, but I always knew my crush on Brian was always going to be just that and nothing more. Even if I hadn't it was abundantly clear when he met Justin. Brian has been with a lot of people but he has never looked at anyone like he looks at your cousin. I think it took our coming up with the Rage comic that made me and Justin bond and realize if we spent half the energy we use to squabble and put it to something else, we could make something awesome together.''
''Hmmm.''
''Why do you ask?''
''No reason.''
Michael made a funny noise with his mouth and threw a tiny throw pillow at her lap. ''Oh come on, tell me.''
''You remind me of someone. This girl I know. Rachel Berry. She's pretty much you, like, tiny in stature but exceedingly annoying-''
''Hey!'' he chuckled at her funny dig at him.
''Except she's obsessed with Broadway not comics, and her dads are gay, not a drag queen like yours, but. Anyhow, she's forever treating me like a toddler...''
He winced. ''Kind of like I used to treat Justin.''
''And I'm glad you two got to a good place in your relationship, though I do kind of wonder how, I mean, without either one of you bitch-slapping the other.''
''Yeah, it never came to that thankfully. Like I said, a part of us getting over our stuff was creating Rage together, but another part of it was Justin always called me on my shitty behavior. He got some stuff over on me, believe me. I might have treated him like an infant way back when but he always stood up for himself. He put me in my place on more than a few occasions and I really had to respect that. You probably know him in ways I never will, but if you ask me he has the biggest balls of anyone I've ever met.''
''Ew, but yeah.''
''It took me a couple of years to get my head out of my ass, but I'm glad I did. I don't know this Rachel girl, but I'm sure she will too. She has to and if she doesn't then her loss,'' Michael raised his notepad up, indicating their notes for the comic, ''you pretty much wrote this story by yourself and sold it to me, you do your own web series - I subscribed to your channel this morning by the way - and you told me how you want to run for senior class president and bust up that stuffy institution. You and your cousin don't see the world like everyone else and you never let anyone stand or get in your way...and if they do, you just troll the hell out of them which Justin did to me a lot, do you do that to that Rachel?''
''All the time,'' Brittany admitted through laughter. ''Last school year I conned her out of two hundred dollars and convinced her that the ballad she wrote about her hair accessories was brilliant. I also got the entire female population of our high school to dress exactly like her while giving me all the credit for the style - that one was really a team effort though.''
''Okay, you're worse than Justin and I mean that in a good way,'' Michael admitted with a tiny chuckle, impressed with her adorably wicked method of dealing.
It was at this moment Santana appeared, sliding the steel door open, stepping inside and closing it behind her. She smiled and raised her eyebrows at Brittany, who raised hers back in greeting. Michael turned his body to give her a little wave in greeting.
Santana approached them, eyeing their notes as she leaned down to give Brittany a tiny peck on the cheek.
''Hey Britt,'' Santana said to her, then turned to acknowledge Michael, ''hey dwarf.''
Michael smiled at that and as if sensing it was time to make his exit began to rise and gather his things. ''Well, I'll leave you two, was a good writing session Brittany, I'll catch you later Santana,'' he said before leaving the loft.
Once the comic book store owner was gone, Brittany attempted to pull Santana down for another kiss, a much deeper, intimate kiss. Santana gave in to it but pulled back to murmur. ''Save that for later...we have a date to get ready for.''
X
They spent the next hour cleaning up and putting their outfits together and then they were out with Santana leading the way.
Once upon a time a mere generation ago Pittsburgh was known for it's industrial sectors, but had since revitalized itself and become quite a hip, eclectic city, with buildings old and new. Even beyond the scope of Liberty Avenue there were many trendy bars and restaurants and establishments but on this evening Santana led them through all of that .
She and Brittany found themselves near Pittsburgh's famous three rivers. The city itself was located on the confluence of the Allegheny and the Monongahela Rivers which together formed the Ohio River. Due to this the area had an abundance of bridges, more than even Venice Justin had explained to them on one of their previous outings. There in the core of the downtown area they hopped a train to cross one of the bridges.
Once on the other side dusk settled and turned to night and the city and its many skyscrapers lit up. It was tempting to stop, pause and enjoy the view from across the river as it's surface reflected light but Santana kept walking them until they eventually came to stand in front of a red brick building with blue doors.
''What is this place?'' Brittany asked, looking around in the darkness.
Santana took a deep breath before answering. ''The Mon Incline.''
Brittany tilted her head, looking a bit confused.
''This,'' Santana lifted her head, gesturing to the building and more specifically the impressively large, foresty hill located behind it, ''is the steepest point in all of the U.S. Er, at least that's what everyone says. The view from the top is supposed to be amazing, especially at night.''
''You want us to climb a mountain?''
''What? No,'' Santana laughed at the thought. ''Not in these shoes. We take a special trolley up there. Come on.''
Santana opened the door and led them into the small building which ended up being empty of other people, except for a single attendant. She spoke to a woman there for a few moments, whispering out the details of a prearranged deal they'd discussed over the phone. Once they'd gotten it worked out she and Brittany walked through another set of doors that lead to a pair of trolleys and stepped into one.
It was basically a small cab that followed an incredibly steep rail along the severe incline to the top of the imposing hill. There were seats inside as well as windows that allowed occupants to look out at the city as the trolley made its journey up.
It was a gorgeous cityscape and Brittany would have perhaps gotten lost in the view had she not felt Santana's hand find hers in the dim trolley.
''Are you afraid of heights?'' Brittany asked.
''What? No. I just...I just want to hold your hand.''
Brittany grinned in silence and squeezed Santana's hand with her own as the trolley began to jerk into movement, moving them upwards. Other than the initial pull the ride became smooth with the trip from the bottom to the summit being less than five minutes.
Finally at the top Santana guided Brittany into the dark, deserted observation deck. No other tourists, no employees and no weak fluorescent lighting. It was just them in a dark room that painted everything in shadows. The large glass wall allowing the moonlight to be their only real source of light.
It was more than enough to see what was really on display.
There in the middle of the floor were a few throw pillows, a large blanket where dishes and glasses were neatly placed, as well as a fancy looking stainless steel food cover and a matching bucket of ice with something chilling inside of it.
''What is…?'' Brittany shook her head, delighted and taken back by what was before her.
''I pulled a few strings, sweet talked a few people and uh, got us a couple of hours up here alone. I thought we could have a nice quiet dinner with the river and the lights...Here.''
Santana took her by the hand and together they went to sit on the blanket. She made sure Brittany was comfortable before moving to settle opposite her. Once they were down Santana lifted the food cover up to reveal what they were going to feast on. Their romantic first date had to be special after all. Not just anything would do so in all her preparations for the evening made sure that it was Brittany's most favorite meal that would be served.
With a grin Santana lifted the food cover up to display peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, several of them in fact and all cut in perfect triangles. Brittany couldn't help but laugh at the wonderfully whimsical reveal.
''And!'' Santana held up her index finger briefly before pulling a glass carafe from the nearby bucket of ice. Instead of being filled with alcohol however it was filled with milk. She pulled the top and began to pour into champagne glasses.
But her mirth faded when she went to offer it to Brittany only to notice tears forming and the slight tremble of her jaw. A deep and sudden panic set in within Santana. Brittany's tears always did that to her, made her ache with hurt. She hated seeing tears in the other girl's eyes so much so that it physically pained her.
''Hey, hey, what's wrong? Don't cry...Britt?'' Santana's voice immediately softened and she went to place the items in her hand aside in order to move herself closer to Brittany. ''Is this...is this not okay?''
Brittany sank both of her hands into dark hair and despite her tears pulled Santana into the sweetest, softest of kisses that made her melt and her worry disappear.
These weren't sad tears. They were happy.
''I know a lot of people don't think you have a heart...I know sometimes you don't even think you have a heart...but you do and it is the biggest, most amazing, most passionate one I've ever known. Will ever know. This is more than okay,'' Brittany said, moved by all that Santana had done for their first official date.
''This is nothing.''
''You shut down one of Pittsburgh's biggest tourist attractions for our first date.''
Santana smiled shyly, downplaying it all. ''It's how I roll.''
Brittany laughed and Santana gently wiped away each teardrop away with the pad of her thumb and kissed the trails of them away from her pale cheeks.
''You are ridiculously romantic, Santana Lopez.''
''Only for you.''
Once Brittany had recovered from her tiny moment of emotion they began to dig into dinner and and conversation. Enjoying the view of the night as they laughed and goofed and hopped from topic to topic. Their back and forth only halting briefly when Santana said that making the first move between them the first summer they met was the best decision she had ever made.
Brittany stopped chewing at that remark which Santana noticed.
''What? I did make the first move,'' Santana said proudly.
Brittany took a nice long sip of milk from her glass and snickered. ''Ah, you think you made the first move.''
''I did make the first move. Trust me, I have the memory of that night burned in my brain. I kissed you first, I touched you first, I had you naked in my bed.''
''Yeah, because I planned it all that way.''
Santana wasn't about to admit defeat. ''Just admit that I made your panties drop first with my smoldering good looks and amazing charm.''
Brittany pssshhh'd at that cocky statement. ''You really think that?''
Santana pulled her sandwich away from her mouth, a tiny dab of jelly rested at the corner of her lips. ''What? You don't find me smoldering and charming?''
''Of course I do,'' Brittany replied, reaching over to wipe the grape concoction from Santana's face. ''I mean you really think that you made the first move between us?''
''Well yeah. It took me some time to get here and I might have resisted my feelings along the way, but that first time? That was all me.''
Brittany lifted her shoulders in an amused but nonchalant manner, as if she knew something and was simply indulging Santana.
The truth of the matter was it had been Brittany to make that first move.
Sort of.
Santana might have made the first move, technically speaking, but it was really Brittany who had masterminded it all, so to speak.
As cliche as it sounded, it all happened at cheerleading camp.
There was at least a half dozen girls assigned to each cabin but when Santana Lopez walked onto the scene she made it known she wasn't down with that. By the first night she had mocked, teased and intimidated nearly all of her bunkmates who one by by one had gathered their things and made a swift exit, opting to seek shelter elsewhere than stay and deal.
The only person who hadn't been scared away that first night was Brittany, who just smiled at Santana and said ''you have really cute dimples''.
And that was that. Something was born the day they met. Some link, some bond that could never be completely categorized because it, they, were unlike any others.
There was no awkward getting to know each other, no weird figuring each other out. They just were, they just clicked. They somehow made sense in the most nonsensical way. Like it had been inside of them all along, lying dormant until they finally came face to face for the first time. Like they'd known each other from some other existence.
They pretty much did everything together those first few days. Whereas Santana warned everyone off with one of her patented sneers, she drew Brittany in closer, letting her see all of her parts underneath that smug exterior. The silly, goofy, nerdy bashful parts that she had worked so hard to conceal. And as for Brittany, she had never been one to hold back who she was, but what made Santana's companionship unlike any others was that somehow Santana heard her and connected the dots where no one else could. She read between the lines and understood Brittany and her wonderfully whimsical ways and thoughts. Not only did she understand them, she appreciated them, marveled at them.
It was after one week of countless flirtatious moments and glances and lingering touches that Brittany had decided what she wanted and who she wanted it with.
One night Brittany crawled out of her bed and into Santana's and it happened, they happened. She had murmured something about Keebler elves commandeering her own bed. Seeing as how Santana had scared off their other bunkmates at the beginning of summer there were several other available mattresses, but Santana didn't think to comment on that. Not when Brittany stripped down to a t-shirt and panties and slipped in beneath the sheets and sighed contently snuggling against her.
What came after that, neither of them could control even if they had wanted to. Their pull to each other was unavoidable.
Back on the blanket Brittany just chuckled at Santana's confused expression.
''Obviously there was no Keebler elves in my bed, Santana, I just wanted to be close to you. I knew if I could manage that you wouldn't be able to resist me and I was right, you couldn't. You may have made the first move but only cause I wanted you to.''
Santana wrinkled her brow in thought. ''Wait, what?''
''There was like four other empty beds in that room and I crawled into yours because we were dancing around this thing between us and as much I love dancing, I wanted something else with you.''
Recalling the events again it finally dawned on Santana. ''Oh my god...oh my god. Everyone thinks I'm the evil genius, but it's really you! I can't believe you did that. You seduced me!''
''Like a boss I did.''
They both vibrated with silent laughter for a long, quiet moment. When their snickering faded and they finished their meal they pushed everything aside and came to lay on the blanket and propped their heads up with the pillows that had been placed nearby for them.
It was when the settled their bodies side by side and allowed their breathing to become relaxed that Santana had to ask...
''Why me?''
''Hm?''
''Why me?'' Santana repeated softly. ''I mean there were tons of girls and a few guys at that camp, out of everyone...why did you chose me?''
Brittany gave her a funny look, as if the answer was obvious. ''You saw me. You saw me wholly and completely and you didn't even bat an eye. When you looked at me you weren't seeing that doofy blonde girl everyone else did. You saw me and all of my pieces and even though you were a long ways from being able to say it I knew you could love those pieces - love me - harder, deeper than anyone else ever could or would.''
''I do...you know that right? I love you and all of your pieces. All the funny and the brilliant and the strange, all of it. Everything that makes up who you are.''
''I love you and all of your pieces too,'' Brittany whispered.
''Britt, if I could rewind time, if I could go back to that day when you asked me to sing a song with you in glee and brushed you off like you were nothing...I'd take everything back and I'd sing with you. Any song. Every song.''
''I know.''
''I can't erase that though.''
''You don't have to, because it happened and it's over and we're good now.''
''Yeah but I want to make up for it. I want to show you.''
''You don't have to show me anything.''
Santana shrugged. ''Then maybe I want to show me... What do you say to singing a duet together?''
''In front of everyone?''
''In front of everyone. You're effing awesome voice, plus my effing awesome voice, it's bound to be epic.''
''What would we sing?'' Brittany moved to bump her head against Santana's.
''Anything you want, as long as it's together. I think...I think me and you...me and you were supposed to be singing together all along.''
Brittany pursed her lips as she gave it thought and then in the blink of an eye, she lit up as a sudden idea came to her. ''I know just the song...''
X
A/N: just FYI the book Brittany finds actually exists, it's The Cookie Sutra by Edward Jaye. I found it a few years back in a bookstore and had to have it. You should check out the samples as well as the cute plush microbes on Amazon, they're all pretty adorable and they make fun silly gag gifts!
Also, I've never been to Pittsburgh so if I got anything wrong when the girls go on their date to the Mon Incline, my apologies. Its kind of hard to find photos of the set up up there so I kinda fudged some stuff.
An interesting little tidbit: on QaF Brian has spoken of the members of Club 27 a few times. He tends to idealize them and their deaths and sees them as these beautiful otherworldly beings almost. ''You will always be young and you will always be beautiful'' is a running line within the show, and it ties into Club 27 a little bit. So I thought it interesting that Amy in a sense was Santana's musical spirit animal. Brian's reverence to Club 27 and the fact that one of Santana's idols recently became ''inducted'' into it. It felt weird and eerie but oddly fitting to put that in, if that makes any sense.
Again QaF's Michael is very much the Rachel of the series. Don't get me wrong, I love and appreciate them both as characters but they both treated Justin and Brittany like toddlers a lot of the time, which I didn't care for. Much like Rachel gets criticism for her treatment of Brittana, Michael gets a lot of hate for his treatment of Britin. It's weird when you stack the Michael-Brian feud of QaF Season 5 against the Rachel-Santana feud of Glee Season 5...
Finally, I just wanted to say thank you to those who keep coming back to the story and giving it your time and attention. As you can tell I'm a very talky person so, it kind of translates to my fic in that it's loaded with lengthy dialogue, sometimes unnecessarily. I want to apologize sometimes because I feel like this story might be a chore to read. So if you're here thank you for sticking around.
Later lovelies!