A/N: Wayyy to long, I know. Sorry! Just started studying to become a teacher ;P lots of homework and stuff. Will keep writing, just be patient with me!

Chapter 17

Theatricality

(Brittany)

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"OH SWEET JESUS!"

"Oh my!"

Mr Schuester looks at everyone like we've just announced that the school is made out of gingerbread. I wish.

"Wait, what?" Kurt speaks up to clear up his confusion.

"They're doing Gaga!" Mercedes whines;

"Oh, I'll say! It's over!"

"Exactly!" Rachel agrees. It's all such confusion - all I know is that Lady Gaga is the queen of it all. Everyone knows it. And we haven't paid our respects to her yet. Her little monsters might come and gobble us all up.

"We should have guessed it!" Kurt said. "They're going full out theatricality!" Here I tune out, starting to pick with my earring, turning it around inside its hole. We all know this has to end up with us worshipping her, like it should be.

I could care less about how we get there. How I will get anywhere with Santana though, that's what's really bothering me. She can be so sweet, but sometimes I just loose it with her. She drives me crazy sometimes. Don't ask me why I blurted out that part about kissing Kurt. It's not like I cared that much.

I know he's gay. But better he'd make the discovery with me, than with some other clingy or bitchy cheerleader. Besides, it gave me the perfect score - I'd mentioned it to him before. Well, everyone in school knew about it, but still.

I didn't dare tease him about his ridiculous, manly behavior. He was like an alien wearing someone else's skin.

"LADY GAGA IS A WOMAN!" Kurt blurts out and I am back to listening.

I sigh.

"She's only the greatest pop-act to come along in decades! She's boundary crushing! The most theatrical performer of our generation! And she changes her look fast than Brittany changes sexual partners!"

"That's true."

And there we are. The resolution to it all is that we're doing Gaga.

I put my headphones in as everyone start to leave and find "Bad Romance" on my phone. I wonder if the glee clubbers would agree that it's one of the best. And well, let's face it; it reminds me of me and Santana. A little bit. A lot. I don't really care what happens, I just... wanna be with her.

Ugh. I sigh deeply again, filling my head up with a dance routine based on all that is Gaga. I slide my feet across the floor in one fluid motion, shake my skirt absentmindedly, humming along.

"I want your love-"

Just then someone takes a hold of my arm and accidently pulls out my earpieces. I twist to catch them and am met by Santana's fumbling fingers.

Her dark skin, the almost invisible scar across her thumb and index finger, her nails that today have a dark red color. Unusual, since she doesn't really wear nail polish. Oh, how music can have such perfect timing in real life situations.

I look up into her eyes. She smiles at me a little, and it's hard to smile back because for me in this moment, she kind of makes it hard to breathe.

"Sorry about that." She's her normal, self-confident, non-apologizing self. Well, non-apologizing about the important stuff. I nod, turn away a little. I don't know how to act about it, even though I can already feel my walls caving in.

"Soo, what are you listening to?" I shrug my shoulders and hold out an earpiece to her. She meets my gaze with something I mistake for longing, which disappears the second she accepts it and her fingers brush against mine.

She takes a few seconds to listen, and then her smile is there again, lazily spreading across her lips.

"I love this song. We've got to do it." She leans in closer, because well, the chord is not that long. I catch her cinnamony smell and look into her warm coke eyes.

"I was hoping you'd say that. I was gonna talk to the others about it."

"Britt, it's the perfect song. Seriously." And well, just like that, she's off the hook. She doesn't really have to apologize. My heart flutters like hummingbird wings, and I smile right back at her.

She hooks her pinky to mine and we walk with the song still in our ears, echoing in the air between us.

"You know that I want you,

and you know that I need you..."

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I glance over at Santana where she's sitting, quietly cursing in Spanish as she stings herself on the needle. And I can't stop the smile that is creeping up on me.

This is one of the funniest things ever.

We've got every empty surface covered with old clothes, party hats, shoes, stamps, stickers, sweetie wrappers, you name it. I dive back into the bag I am rummaging through at the moment, and pick out a huge, silvery, sparkly lobster. I stare at it with wide eyes.

"Perfect...!" Santana's laugh breaks the spell.

"BrittBritt, that's the weirdest thing I've seen." A tiny sting, almost as if she stung me with the needle. Then she goes: "How will you wear it?" That's when I realize: Weird is good. We are going Gaga, after all.

"Hmmm… On my head!" I press it to my forehead, and she laugh again.

"Maybe put them on some glasses or somethin'?" I look down into the bag.

"Ooooh, there are some blue ones. Except they've got Happy Birthday on top of them." Santana leans over.

"Don't worry, we can just cut that off." I let it slide down, letting the claws form holes for me to look through – like through glasses.

"That's awesome! Let's just use the claws and cut away that happy birthday!"

I smile at her, intoxicated by her genialness.

Then she turns quiet. Studying me. I feel my tummy fluttering with hummingbirds.

"Look…" she finally says. "Kurt's gay. You okay?" I smile lazily.

"I know. And that totally rhymed." She smiles back.

"It did. Totally cool." Then she turns serious. "Seriously though." I nod, still smiling, looking into her eyes.

"I know. I wanted the perfect score. And well… better he makes the mistake with me than with someone else." I hold up my fingers. "Perfect score," then point at myself; "perfect whore." She looks taken aback. Then she smiles.

"That totally rhymed as well."

"I know, right?"

We spend the next half hour drawing with my rainbow crayons how we'd like to look. Santana helps me a bit – I suck at drawing. She says she's just as bad but at least she draws more human like than my stick figures. When the superglue has dried on the glasses and lobster, we use paint brushes to cover the whole thing in glue, before sticking glitter on it. I feel very lucky that Santana came up with the idea of doing it outside… otherwise my whole floor would be covered in it. I wouldn't mind, really. But Lord Tubbington would. And my mom.

"Oh girls, you better get upstairs and scrub it off. It's dinner in half an hour. Chop, chop!"

As you say, speak of the dingo. The moment she's finished she sticks her head inside of the kitchen window again. Santana smiles, shaking her head.

"Let's hurry, so that we can try it all on!" I clap my hands together happily. Bailey barks as I do, and I give her a pat as we run upstairs, dog as always at my heels.

In the bathroom, I throw my t-shirt over my head, putting hot water and soap on a towel and start to rub hard on my neck. Santana looks in another direction, and I point at another towel.

"That's mine over there, you can use that." I can see her nodding in the corner of my eye. When she runs the water, I catch her staring at me in the mirror. I smile, and her cheeks defiantly turn a deeper shade. I wonder…?

Then I wink. She looks down, fumbles with the soap that flies away across the floor. Bailey is there in a second, and out the door goes the dog with the soap bar in her mouth.

"Crap! That crazy dog!" Santana shouts, as we both start running after her.

"Bailey, stop!" I call, as we all tumble down the stairs. She gallops into the living room, stumbles over a pillow as Santana uses her cheerio skills to leap over the armchair, blocking Bailey's way. My dear dog leans down, sticking her butt up in the air, tail wagging like crazy. She thinks we're playing. I can't believe she has that soap in her mouth. When I was younger I had a thing about soap. But no matter how nice it smelled, it never did taste very good.

Santana's eyes grow thinner, then my mom calls from the kitchen why we're making such a racket, and Bailey turns around, makes a snake-like turn and runs under the table, aiming for the kitchen.

Santana and I run into each other. I catch her by the waist; she puts up her hands to her chest, which is pressed against mine. She looks down and we freeze for a moment, before she shakes her head and stumbles away.

"Oops!" We both run out into the kitchen, me only to crash into Santana as she stops abruptly.

Bailey is on the floor, on her back, while my mom picks up the soap from the floor, the other hand on her hip. She raises an eyebrow at us.

"Now, Bailey and Brittany, what have I told you two about playing with the soap!" Santana looks back over her shoulder at me, and suddenly she bursts out laughing. I soon follow, Bailey barking and rolling around on the floor, and my mom is left to look at us in disbelief, shaking her head.

"You girls are absolutely out of your minds", she smiles and looks at Bailey. "All three of you."

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My dad has made his famous hot chocolate "with a small spoon of Whiskey in for the sleepy effect", he whispered to me and Santana. "Don't tell Daphne. Or Silke!" We giggled happily, as Santana shook her head in disbelief.

"I started drinking earlier than I thought was possible then!" My dad started laughing very hard at that, nearly dropping too much cinnamon in the pot. Mom, who had been whipping the cream, turned to us with wondering eyes.

Before she could even ask the question though, daddy had said:

"She's a firecracker, this girl. Hold on to her even tighter this time." Then he winked at us, and I took Santana's pinky in mine, dragging her to the cupboard to get cups.

"I will, daddy!" I reached up and handed Santana two cups, and she absentmindedly whispered to herself:

"Sometimes I wonder if he knows…" I smiled innocently.

"Know what?" When she looked up, I giggled, pulled her arm as I twirled away, almost crashing into Daphne with the marshmallows.

"Watch it! You're like Lyra!" Santana raised an eyebrow.

"Lyra who?"

"Lyra Heartstrings," Daphne explains.

"Hey, and you said it wasn't you who'd been borrowing those DVDs!"

"Well, I didn't. Not really. It was already in the DVD player!"

"What are we talking about?" Santana asks, even more confused. Daddy laughs.

"My little pony," I say.

"My little pony? Seriously?"

"Yeah. But if I'm Lyra, you're, you're… Spike!" Daphne shrugs her shoulders.

"Definatly. And Santana is your BonBon!" I blush.

"Okay, you guys… I'm so not getting involved." Santana holds the cups out in front of her like protection, before going up to dad to get them filled up to the brim with hot chocolate.

"Oh, basically I'm a turquoise unicorn, and you're a normal pony with candies on your butt."

"Sounds lovely, dears, but please don't talk about butts at the dinner table," my mom says, scooping up whipped cream on top of the hot chocolate.

"It is!" Daph and I say at the same time. Santana just rolls her eyes, and my dad laughs as he takes the bowl from my mom and puts it on the floor for Bailey to finish.

With my family, Santana's always got this comfortable smile plastered on her face. She's in the chair that's hers, and everyone sits down around the table.

Mum brings a plate full of mini cupcakes with different colored icing, and tells us to dig in. As we eat and drink and smile, mum and dad start telling us about the memories they had of us as children. I guess the My Little Pony part reminded them.

"I remember that time when Daphne decided that Bailey was a hoarse!" My mom laughed. "You two girls went along with her crazy idea, and kept Bailey tied up outside all day. Bailey does let you do a lot of things to her, but riding her is not one of them!"

My dad's laugh echoed in the kitchen. It was deep and strong, and always made me think of Santa Clause, for some reason. Lord Tubbington leaped up into my lap, standing up to lick the cream off of my hot chocolate. I was too lazy to stop him, and nobody else protested.

"She buckled just like a hoarse though! And you flew straight into a bush, do you girls remember?" Daph looked embarrassed, and Santana thrilled.

"She hit her head pretty hard from what I can remember," she said. My mom nodded.

"She sure did. We had to go and get stitches for her, didn't we, love?" Dad nods.

"Speaking of stitches… remember that time we woke up early in the morning from Brittany jumping on us?" Silke smiles.

"Oh, you mean the time Santana climbed that tree outside of Britt's window, fell down and broke her arm?" I grinned at Santana at the memory.

"And it hurt so much!" Santana agreed. "That branch always used to hold me!"

"Well, you were getting older and heavier!" Daph giggled. Santana nodded.

"I'll say! My mom was furious! She blamed all of the sweet things you were feeding me," she said, talking to my mom who's smile hardened a little.

"Oh dear. It was only doing you girls good. Why stop children from enjoying food before they start thinking too much about it? The branch was rotten straight through, and that was that."

It was such a nice feeling. Just having Santana here, enjoying my family. I didn't get a lot of time to do that, and it was… really nice. That's the best word for it. Lord Tubbington's purring was like a tiny lawn mower against my thighs as I patted him. Bailey had her head in my dad's lap. Santana held her cup as if her fingers were cold.

She leaned back in her chair, joking around, her ponytail a little bit of a mess… a drop of hot chocolate on her shirt. Her dark eyes turning to me for a second to smile, before continuing to listen. I leaned over to her and put my head on her shoulder.

My mom titled her head and smiled.

"I think it's time for bed, everyone."

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I woke up, moved around in my bed, and curled into myself.

Nothing's happened in so long.

We were just laying there, me by her feet. Our legs entangled, my fingers on top of her knee that was draped across my stomach. Her fingernails are now tracing patterns along my legs, making me shiver and a big lump forms in my throat.

Her fingers are in my hair, slowly swirling it. She puts it across my face and we giggle quietly.

I want to reach out, but all I dare to do is to lightly pat her hand.

I can't go further. None of us do. I look up, into her eyes, and I don't know WHY I can't I just know I CAN'T.

Our friendship is fragile and strong, and the tension between us is like a tightly stretched rubber band, just waiting to snap back into place - or snap off.

I look away, closing my eyes and sighing as her nails traces down across my throat. I swallow.

"Breakfast is a really good idea," I mumble. She stops, humming an agreement. We're so close to something that I can't handle it. Tears burn in my eyes out of sorrow and happiness and most of all frustration as she gets off the bed to get dressed. I bite the back of my hand lightly, pretending to be stretching, then I shake my head and get up right after, heart slamming violently against my ribs as if trying to escape it's ebony cage.

"I'm sexy and I know it," starts shouting from her phone somewhere in her bag. She runs to it, swearing under her breath as she rummages through it. I turn around to put on a bra and some is looking for a shirt when she finally answers.

"Hello?" I wait as I look. Hmm, what shirt? Maybe the blue, stripy one from H&M…? Santana is still quiet. Then she breathes in very quickly, her next word is shaking with something I've never heard before and can't begin to try and explain.

"Mom?"

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A/N: Just exciting enough for… season 2! I'll drop the funk episode, and the finale. Not much to write about really. Except the "clinging to each other when they win the trophy part", which is totally HOT but not… relevant. And I don't know how to get into the whole Sue issue in that episode either… hope that's okay!
I don't know if any of you guys get the My little Pony reference! Basically, it's from the "My little pony show", well, the new one. I did, like everyone else, love MLP when I was younger. So the idea of comparing them to a MLP "couple" was just perfect. I kinda wanted to make Brittany into Rainbow Dash because of the name, but then I realized Santana is nowhere near like Fluttershy – the pony people like best with RD. Sooo, I swapped to BonBon and Lyra – full name apparently Lyra Heartstrings. Best friends. Are in the beginning mostly in the background. Always together… remind you of any other couple? ;P Lyra is crazy, energetic and… a unicorn! Future Brittany reference, teeheee! XD

Okay… I'm 21, but HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE PONIES? Have a look at them, and you'll know what I mean. CUUUTE!

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