Forsaking all the rest (season 2)
By HeartofSummer
Genre: Brittany and Santana romance
Copyright: ...Let's just say they were mine. I would make sure I brainwashed Naya and Heya to become their characters and marry me. Seriously.
Which is proof enough: I don't own them. A Blaine lover does. *sigh*
Chapter 1 – Santana
"I don't wanna do Britney." Everyone stops mid-celebration, looking at her. That sweet face, those blue almond eyes that belongs to my best friend… The best friend who has over the last few weeks once again proved that she is the best friend anyone could ever have.
She has brought me Silke's homemade cupcakes, the ones with Chocolate middle and Nutella frosting, participated in a marathon of cheerleading films, including all of the Bring it on's and But I'm a cheerleader, which got us both to share looks and giggle until our cheeks felt sore and we had to do face masks. When she didn't come over I stayed at her place for days on end. The summer had been all about her taking care of me, and me being a mixture of confused, snappy and a bundle of mother issues. Every waking moment, and well almost every sleeping, we were next to each other. It had been like all those years ago, when we were nine. And just as platonic.
But that week she went away to Germany, I couldn't dodge her anymore… Not Cruella, the real evil witch. I'm talking fully fledged crazy-bat evil. She was the female Dracula. My biological mom.
She did offer (after all that constant trying to reach me, and even my dad growing fed up with me playing hard to get and just to go ahead and talk to her) to give me anything I wanted. So I told her to let me have the one thing that my dad would never let me and no one else in school had… A boob job.
My dad got furious with my mom. Yeah, he blamed it all on her. Me? I was already kind of starting to regret it, but…
Britt told me she liked me just the way I was – even after I'd done it. Truth is she'd noticed at once without me saying anything. She's started looking really shy, refusing to look at them and whispering to me "how did they get there?" like they could hear her and get angry. When I'd asked her (probably a little too flirtatious) if she wanted to touch them she'd grown bright red and shaken her head furiously. It's been hilarious, catching her staring at them now and then. But well, now she'd gotten used to them.
"Why no Britney Brittany?" Kurt asked slightly frowning.
"Because my name is also Britney Spears." Every single person in the room turned their heads to look at her. I'd heard this before, when we were younger. She'd been obsessed with it, probably because all of our friends loved Britney Spears. Heck, we did as well. She never told anyone else, but she could be really sad, telling me that Brittany Spears had stolen her chance to become famous. This was the first time I heard her say it out loud to other people. Somehow, I felt a little proud.
"Wha-What?" Will choked on his words. Mercedes, the typical girl to run to call anyone on their shit, went:
"What the hell's she talking about?"
"My middle name is Susan; my last name is Pierce. That makes me… Brittany. S. Pierce. Brittany Spierce. I've lived my entire in Britney Spears' shadow. I will never be as talented or as famous. I hope you'll all respect that I want Glee club to remain a place where I, Brittany S. Pierce, can escape the torment of Britney Spears."
Mr. Schue looks incredibly satisfied.
"Well, there you have it guys. It's been decided, no Britney. Sorry."
Kurt bitches up with one of his snarky, gay comments. Usually I would scratch his eyes out, but instead I mildly give him a telling off.
"Leave Brittany alone." Then I look at her, putting a hand on her back and sucking my upper lip.
"Thank you for understanding." She half whispers to me, looking away. "It's been a hard road."
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"Can I just say that you're the hottest dentist I've ever seen?"
"Yeah, I get that all the time."
"No like seriously, you can totally drill me whenever-"
"Santana!" Miss Pillsbury breaks me off, slapping her hands together. Like I'm a disobedient dog chewing on her favorite pair of frilly blouses. "Okay, let's stay focused."
He continues talking, and just to annoy Emma some more I give him my sexy eyes look, hearing Brittany whisper behind me.
"Hooot..." I turn back to meet her gaze. She smiles and winks at me. I nod as a reply, letting my eyes go up and down her legs before turning back to the hot dentist guy. Yummy.
We all chew our capsules, Miss Pillsbury cheering us on. Wow, she really is the guidance counselor.
"I think I'd might be better at brushing and flossing if I could see myself in the mirror." I laugh at Artie.
"Well there you go, Bluetooth."
"I don't brush my teeth."
I look at Brittany. Wow. Rachel is way worse, but Britt is a close second. Okay, Britt love, that's a total lie. You do. Every night. I know your parents. And not to be like that, but when we used to kiss she always tasted really sweet and fresh. I think about that and smile a little to myself. And I don't think she suddenly stopped…?
"I rinse my mouth out with soda after I eat. I was pretty sure Dr. Pepper was a dentist." She does drink a lot of Dr. Peppers though. Way too much. And uses A LOT of tic-tac's. Like tons. But she brushes her teeth every morning... when I'm around. I smile a little at her. This must be one of her jokes, it would be hilarious if I was sure.
"I got this thing." Dr. McHottie goes up to Britt, to take a better look. "Some deep bleaching, scaling… You'll be as good as new. Alright, open up." She closes her eyes and opens her mouth.
The hottie laughs and tells her to close it. Britt looks at him, and obviously can't help but smile again. I don't blame her one bit. Mr. Schuester looks like he's in shock and tells us to all get to class. I laugh and turn around as Britt comes up to me.
Kurt walks by, shaking his head at Britt.
"Brittany, you should know better. Black teeth does not look good on stage." He tromps off, that diva. Brittany just snickers.
"What?" I ask her, raised eyebrow.
"Got a tic tac? I'm out again. I was in such a rush for school this morning I forgot to brush my teeth." I start grabbing for the packet in my bag, shaking my head.
"So all that was a joke? You do brush them." Brittany hold out her hand and I shake out two in her hand.
"Duh. You should know, we've been spending so much time together over the summer. I know everyone else are supposed to think I was in the sewers, but I only said that to protect them from finding out about your… infestation problem." Infestation. That's what we had decided to call my mom. I smile. And here I thought that was a weird joke. My heart swelled at the thought of her insane logic.
"Umm, but why did you make everyone think you were not taking care of your mouth? I've been macking on that," I say, looking away from her while putting tic-tacs back in my bag. "and I wouldn't have if your breath reeked, no matter how cute you look." She snickered again, sneakily, grabbing my pinky with hers.
"Well, I hadn't done it this morning and… You know I only do it like once a day. I eat a lot of tic tacs and other sweet things, and drink a lot of Dr. Peppers, so it's kind of the truth. Mum stuffs me with sweets, and I always dose off when she lectures me and Daph about brushing and flossing. It's not like my teeth will go whiter!" She shakes her head at the very idea of that. I stand there, slightly baffled.
"Besides, I thought I might as well make the best of the situation. If I made it sound like I was a really urgent case, he would defiantly take me in first and I can seduce him before anyone else in Glee club does." She smiles at me as I stare at her, dumbfounded. "It's not rocket science, Santana. You taught me this." Then she pulls me with her pinky out of the classroom, and even though she just said she was going to try and sleep with that totally hot dentist my heart skips a beat and I feel like I've never liked her more. I like her despite her apparently half rotten teeth.
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"So, Santana I'm looking at your charts and your… X-rays." Dr. McHottie, or as Brittany likes to call him; the real Dr. Pepper, turns to me in my comfy dentist chair. "Your teeth are perfect." I study my nails, not surprised the least.
"That's riiight."
"Well, I can't just put you under." I cross my arms and give him my frown-bitch look. "Anesthesia isn't something to joke about, it's serious."
"Okay listen. My dad's a doctor. And not a tooth doctor…" I make quotations with my fingers. "A real one. He like, went to collage or something."
At this McHottie turns to Britt, and she gives him a smile. When she came running to me after her appointment, an hour later than I'd expected her, I though she'd gotten him to do her, right in that dentist chair. Like Rachel in Friends when she does her ex-fiancé/the guy she left at the altar/her best friend's new fiancé… I braced myself for the worst when I opened the door, and she was jumping up and down, all excited, saying I just HAD to come with her to her next appointment tomorrow. I took her into the kitchen, poured her some milk (I was never, EVER letting her drink soda on my watch again) and all the while she talked about snakes, Britney's diamond suit and that red, leathery body suit… also about 10 year old boys, which kind of freaked me out. But in the end I realized she hadn't had sex with him. She hadn't even tried because apparently the anesthesia was just like roofies but better. And well, how could I say no? Honestly, to Brittany, how could I ever say no?
"Which means I have a killer health care plan that pretty much pays for everything. So get up in my grill!" I show him my teeth and my attitude. He's not denying me to share this with Brittany. She needed me for once, and so, she would have me. "'Cuss Britt and I wants-" Pause for dramatic effect. "-to get our anesthesia on!"
"It's totally cool." Brittany looks happily at me. Then she gives Dr. McHottie her sweet look. We had played the good cheerleader, bad cheerleader move and well, it seemed to be working.
"Okay, I can give you a super strong bleaching."
"Hmmm." I smile, satisfied.
"Should I turn the radio on?" We look at each other, putting in our earplugs.
"We got it covered."
"All my people in the crowd,
grab a partner take it down."
I wasn't expecting my subconscious self to feel this strongly. I was really not expecting to be turned into Madonna. But she is the sex godess of all living things, and it somehow made sense that Britt turned into my younger (in mind), sexy Britney.
This song… All of my repressed feelings for Britt, that I hadn't even thought of while picking out this song with her, somehow flowed through my veins and my heart banged against my ribs even though I was not actually aware, I knew.
It was like… girls, boys, everyone. Even Puck was there for a short while. I realized, to my astonishment, all of the boys I'd had a thing for… or with, was there.
By the time we were actually dancing together I had built up so much sexual energy I didn't know what to do but dance, dance, dance with her. I don't know why, but it felt so incredibly real to me. I guess I'd been missing her way more in that way than I had let myself believe.
"Come on Brittany, loose control,
watch you take it down…"
I woke up to Brittany's amazing little giggling. And felt more unsure and naked than ever. Awesome was replaced with fear as soon as Dr. Peppers Roofies ran out and reality poured into me.
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She'd pulled her hat off, and now she let go off my hand, letting her hair down. We'd stopped in the middle of the empty hallway. All lights were out and only the late summer sun was shining through the windows as light.
"Britt, that was the fire alarm." I was breathing a little heavily. "We should really get out of school."
She shook her blonde hair out, directing her almond eyes on me. I stopped with my hand mid air, on its way up to my hat.
"Do you smell anything?" I smelled the air, scrunching up my nose.
"Umm, no. Nothing."
"Then I think we should assume it's Sue. She likes doing it, right?" I sighed, smiling. Truth be told, Sue used that fire alarm like once a month, to make the Cheerios panic and realize they were so bad she wished they'd all burn to a crisp in the gym. But we'd all gotten kind of used to it by now.
"I guess you're right. I was expecting it really, even before we started singing. She did have that sly look on her face." I got my hand moving again, taking of my hat and using it as a fan, looked at her as she moved her hair away from her neck. Some strands were plastered against her wet skin. I felt my cheeks grow little hot and swallowed hard.
"Did you see how happy the crowd was? That felt amazing! I can't believe how good I sounded!" She was smiling, eyes gleaming at me. I couldn't help but smile back.
She quickly corrected herself.
"Well, I mean, we, but…!" I reached out and put my hand on her arm.
"No, that was pretty much all you Britt. It was amazing." She smiled even bigger at that, which I thought was close to impossible.
"All thanks to the real life Dr. Pepper." I laughed slightly, leaning in to give her a peck on the cheek, because I just couldn't help myself. Then I stopped, before doing it, my smile disappearing. She turned her head slightly to stare at me innocently. It was a bad idea. I don't think I could do it. I just swallowed hard, let my fingers trail gently down her arm before sighing and leaning back. That was when she grabbed my arm and leaned in, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
"I didn't want to miss out." She half smiled, looking a little sad. She'd figured me all out. My heart skipped a beat, and I suddenly felt like running home crying.
We were all alone in that hallway. The shadows of the morning sun were making the hallway look light blue. Not a single footstep was heard, besides the muffled cries of people out in the courtyard. I could kiss her now. I could push her up against those lockers and just kiss her. There was nothing I wanted more, except… I couldn't do it. I didn't want to hurt her. She was my best friend in the whole world, and kissing her… it would somehow change us again. Like it did before.
I couldn't do that to her. And let's face it, I couldn't do that to me. I was way too selfish than to risk losing her.
So instead I whispered a small:
"Thanks," took her pinky in mine and led her out to all the others, to reality, not daring to look back at her. I just heard her steady breathing and felt her tiny finger tremble together with mine.
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A/N: I know I haven't written in quite a while. I'll be honest. First of all, my school is killing me. Second, I need to get to know my new classmates. Third, I need to keep up with my old friends. Fourth, I've fallen deeply in love with a new couple: Sleeping Warrior. It's the name for Mulan/Aurora from Once upon a time. They're amazing, not as good as Brittana, but they are so lovely. Fifth is the hardest one to admit but… I haven't really had any time or inspiration. I got blocked. But hey, as soon as I saw Santana back this season, I started crying. Then, they broke up. I cried for a week. Then, Santana sang "there are worse things I could do" – and let's admit it, I am a tiny bit awesome for writing that in my fic BEFORE it even happened! XD
And now… this last episode… I just, I just CAN'T! I want my Brittana! I love Sam, but not with Britt like THAT, and they are making Britt so DAMN DUMB that I don't know what to make of her character anymore. She's not dumb. She thinks in her own way, she moves to another beat and her logic is not very real life logical, but she is not dumb. She's smarter than that. And seeing her marry Sam without any thoughts of San. Fuck this. Don't worry. WHEN I WRITE IT SHE WILL CALL SANTANA MULTIPLE TIMES etc. And Santana will try to calm her down…AND Britt will do all this with Sam to get San's attention and Jealousy! Yeah? I'll fix something.
Anyway, Brittana is forever. And well, they have to. They just, have to! They are the couple that makes me believe in love. I'm not giving up on this… Murphy, Britt was correct. There will be many violent, angry Brittana shippers out there. And yes, we don't mind getting violent with you. And I would never personally hit Sam, I love the guy. But… ehum… I don't mind Santana going ALL LIMA HEIGHTS on his ass.