Days Like This
A/N: Too busy to update anything, but I bring you a oneshot while I'm working on english. THis is inspired by the insane heat outside -_-;
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Days Like This
Santana was perfectly fine with her skin tone, in fact, she made a lot of other girls jealous with her perfect skin. It was smooth, poreless and perfectly tanned. She made a great note to keep it from getting damaged by the sun. She was waiting in the living room of Brittany's house while putting on sunblock. She wasn't the biggest fan of the smell, but she did what she had to.
It was a saturday and Brittany's family was out. Whenever this happens, Brittany's parents ask Santana to take care of the blonde so the place wouldn't get burned down. And so obviously, any chance to hang out with her best friend was taken without any doubt.
The weather outside was insane. It was slightly cloudy but this was dismissed by the fact that the sun seemed closer than usual. Santana wore a lavender tank top and jean shorts with lavender flip flops, and although she was inside, she was already glistening with sweat.
"Brit, are you done yet?" she calls out, not liking the icky feeling of sweat dripping down her face. She wipes her face with her arm and taps her foot impatiently. What was that blonde doing?
Another 5 minutes pass and Santana decides to check on her best friend, running up the stairs and barging into her room.
"Brit?" she calls out, scanning the room for the blonde. "Brit?--AHH!" the latina is interrupted by a butterfly passing by her face, nearly knocking her over. And in seconds the blonde lands right on top of her.
"San! Why did you get in my way?! I almost got it!"
Santana is not so confused when she realizes that the window is open. Quickly, Brittany gets to her feet and chases after the butterfly like when she was 10. If the sight before her wasn't so innocent and strangely arousing, Santana would've yelled at the girl to hurry up. Instead, she sits up and watches her best friend, dressed only in panties and a bra, running around the room in circles, chasing after a butterfly.
The latina doesn't understand how the heat doesn't get to the blonde, but regardless, she shamelessly gets a show out of this act of childishness (is that even a word?). And, as Santana predicted, the butterfly eventually flew out the window. On reflex, the latina got up and pulled the blue eyed beauty back before she herself flew out the window.
"Brit you have to be careful!" she yelled, annoyance and concern coating her voice at the same time. Brittany simply twirls around having already forgotten the butterfly and pulls Santana into a tight embrace.
"I love days when it's just the two of us," she states excitedly, nuzzling her face into the shorter girl's shoulders. Santana lets out a soft sigh, but smiles nonetheless, patting her best friend on the head.
"Me too," she replies quickly, "Now get dressed." I think it would seem unfair to Santana's libido if they stayed in the position and she DIDN'T get any.
The taller girl obeyed the smaller one right away and quickly put on a yellow tanktop and black shorts. Brittany then takes the sunblock and asks Santana to put it on in the places where she can't reach. The latina has a crooked smile as she admires her best friend's innocence and takes in the pure cuteness from the scene. Of course, it's only cute because Santana is doing a very fair job in not pushing the blonde into the bed and let the sweat speak for itself.
But no, she promised a day out with Brittany, but who knows what could possible come after that.
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The two are holding hands as they walk down the sidewalk, passing by identical looking houses and listening to the sounds of nature.
"Fucking birds are so annoying," Santana comments, frowning at the delightful chirping. Brittany simply smiles at Santana's comment, no one really sure if she was following Santana's mood. All she knew was that Santana's annoyed face was very attractive.
Oh and that she wanted icecream.
The familiar jingle that distinguished the ice cream truck so well from everything else made Brittany's head turn. Santana rolled her eyes, but her face found the smile that always appeared when Brittany was well, Brittany.
"San I want ice cream," the blonde whines, swinging the smaller girl's arm in an attempt to get her attention.
"I know," replied the latina, pulling out the money Brittany's parents gave her. The two walked over to the truck and asked for two vanilla cones.
At this point the two were licking their ice cream happily, Brittany especially happy and especially messy. Santana sighs at her friend's carelessness and insists that they go to the local convenience store before making their final stop at the park.
They were going to have a picnic you know.
At the store, Santana escorts Brittany to the washroom, asking her to wash her hands. Of course, although slow and sometimes rather unintelligent, Brittany was still 16 and completely capable of washing her hands. Still, Santana found it completely necessary to watch over her while she did it.
The blonde learned not to be lazy when washing her hands, for Santana wouldn't hug her if she was dirty. Pushing the soap onto her hands, Brittany thoroughly cleansed her hand of the sticky ice cream, and once she finished drying her hands, the two walked out of the washroom.
As they walked out of the store, something caught Brittany's eye. The latina hoped to God that it wouldn't hurt her wallet, and then she finally saw what the blonde did.
"You off to feed the ducks again my dear? It's been such a long time since you've been here! My oh my, you've grown up well," the cashier goes on and on about the old days, and Santana can't help but remember them as well.
As the two finished paying for the paper bag of bread crumbs, Brittany runs immediately over to the duck pond, and a smile graces the features of Santana as she remembers the good old days.
When they were in kindergarden, every saturday she and Brittany would go out to feed the ducks. It stopped when the two moved away from each other, and when they met each other again those two years ago, they still haven't gone, until today that is.
When Santana finally reaches the pond, Brittany is happily throwing the crumbs at the hungry ducks. The latina laces her hand around the other girl's and watches as the ducks feed on the crumbs.
"I miss doing this with you San," the blonde murmers while squeezing the other girl's hand. "I'm so happy Daddy made us move back."
"I missed you Brit," Santana replies, giving a soft kiss onto the taller girl's hand.
The two spent the next 20 minutes feeding the ducks, remembering why they were there together at that moment.
"I love you San," Brittany exclaimed, kissing the now blushing girl on the cheeks.
"Love you too Brit," replied Santana, kissing the blonde back on the lips. "Now let's go eat."
"What kind of meat is in the sandwiches today?"
"Duck meat."
"Huh?"
"Turkey."
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Days Like This
Santana was perfectly fine with her skin tone, in fact, she made a lot of other girls jealous with her perfect skin. It was smooth, poreless and perfectly tanned. She made a great note to keep it from getting damaged by the sun. She was waiting in the living room of Brittany's house while putting on sunblock. She wasn't the biggest fan of the smell, but she did what she had to.
It was a saturday and Brittany's family was out. Whenever this happens, Brittany's parents ask Santana to take care of the blonde so the place wouldn't get burned down. And so obviously, any chance to hang out with her best friend was taken without any doubt.
The weather outside was insane. It was slightly cloudy but this was dismissed by the fact that the sun seemed closer than usual. Santana wore a lavender tank top and jean shorts with lavender flip flops, and although she was inside, she was already glistening with sweat.
"Brit, are you done yet?" she calls out, not liking the icky feeling of sweat dripping down her face. She wipes her face with her arm and taps her foot impatiently. What was that blonde doing?
Another 5 minutes pass and Santana decides to check on her best friend, running up the stairs and barging into her room.
"Brit?" she calls out, scanning the room for the blonde. "Brit?--AHH!" the latina is interrupted by a butterfly passing by her face, nearly knocking her over. And in seconds the blonde lands right on top of her.
"San! Why did you get in my way?! I almost got it!"
Santana is not so confused when she realizes that the window is open. Quickly, Brittany gets to her feet and chases after the butterfly like when she was 10. If the sight before her wasn't so innocent and strangely arousing, Santana would've yelled at the girl to hurry up. Instead, she sits up and watches her best friend, dressed only in panties and a bra, running around the room in circles, chasing after a butterfly.
The latina doesn't understand how the heat doesn't get to the blonde, but regardless, she shamelessly gets a show out of this act of childishness (is that even a word?). And, as Santana predicted, the butterfly eventually flew out the window. On reflex, the latina got up and pulled the blue eyed beauty back before she herself flew out the window.
"Brit you have to be careful!" she yelled, annoyance and concern coating her voice at the same time. Brittany simply twirls around having already forgotten the butterfly and pulls Santana into a tight embrace.
"I love days when it's just the two of us," she states excitedly, nuzzling her face into the shorter girl's shoulders. Santana lets out a soft sigh, but smiles nonetheless, patting her best friend on the head.
"Me too," she replies quickly, "Now get dressed." I think it would seem unfair to Santana's libido if they stayed in the position and she DIDN'T get any.
The taller girl obeyed the smaller one right away and quickly put on a yellow tanktop and black shorts. Brittany then takes the sunblock and asks Santana to put it on in the places where she can't reach. The latina has a crooked smile as she admires her best friend's innocence and takes in the pure cuteness from the scene. Of course, it's only cute because Santana is doing a very fair job in not pushing the blonde into the bed and let the sweat speak for itself.
But no, she promised a day out with Brittany, but who knows what could possible come after that.
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The two are holding hands as they walk down the sidewalk, passing by identical looking houses and listening to the sounds of nature.
"Fucking birds are so annoying," Santana comments, frowning at the delightful chirping. Brittany simply smiles at Santana's comment, no one really sure if she was following Santana's mood. All she knew was that Santana's annoyed face was very attractive.
Oh and that she wanted icecream.
The familiar jingle that distinguished the ice cream truck so well from everything else made Brittany's head turn. Santana rolled her eyes, but her face found the smile that always appeared when Brittany was well, Brittany.
"San I want ice cream," the blonde whines, swinging the smaller girl's arm in an attempt to get her attention.
"I know," replied the latina, pulling out the money Brittany's parents gave her. The two walked over to the truck and asked for two vanilla cones.
At this point the two were licking their ice cream happily, Brittany especially happy and especially messy. Santana sighs at her friend's carelessness and insists that they go to the local convenience store before making their final stop at the park.
They were going to have a picnic you know.
At the store, Santana escorts Brittany to the washroom, asking her to wash her hands. Of course, although slow and sometimes rather unintelligent, Brittany was still 16 and completely capable of washing her hands. Still, Santana found it completely necessary to watch over her while she did it.
The blonde learned not to be lazy when washing her hands, for Santana wouldn't hug her if she was dirty. Pushing the soap onto her hands, Brittany thoroughly cleansed her hand of the sticky ice cream, and once she finished drying her hands, the two walked out of the washroom.
As they walked out of the store, something caught Brittany's eye. The latina hoped to God that it wouldn't hurt her wallet, and then she finally saw what the blonde did.
"You off to feed the ducks again my dear? It's been such a long time since you've been here! My oh my, you've grown up well," the cashier goes on and on about the old days, and Santana can't help but remember them as well.
As the two finished paying for the paper bag of bread crumbs, Brittany runs immediately over to the duck pond, and a smile graces the features of Santana as she remembers the good old days.
When they were in kindergarden, every saturday she and Brittany would go out to feed the ducks. It stopped when the two moved away from each other, and when they met each other again those two years ago, they still haven't gone, until today that is.
When Santana finally reaches the pond, Brittany is happily throwing the crumbs at the hungry ducks. The latina laces her hand around the other girl's and watches as the ducks feed on the crumbs.
"I miss doing this with you San," the blonde murmers while squeezing the other girl's hand. "I'm so happy Daddy made us move back."
"I missed you Brit," Santana replies, giving a soft kiss onto the taller girl's hand.
The two spent the next 20 minutes feeding the ducks, remembering why they were there together at that moment.
"I love you San," Brittany exclaimed, kissing the now blushing girl on the cheeks.
"Love you too Brit," replied Santana, kissing the blonde back on the lips. "Now let's go eat."
"What kind of meat is in the sandwiches today?"
"Duck meat."
"Huh?"
"Turkey."