Title: I Love New York part 7
Rating: PG
Length: 3132
Spoilers: AU after 2x16 'Original Song'. I don't like the back 6...
Disclaimer: Glee belongs to RIB
Summary: Faberrittana friendship, eventually Faberrittana romance. Established Brittana romance.
Future!fic. The girls are all headed off to New York for college!
A/N: So, so sorry this took me so
long to post. So, I at least had to try and make it epic (even still,
I had to skip some scenes). This will be the last chapter. But it is
not the end. I am writing 12 one shots as a prequel to this story.
(It's chock full of subtext, if you're worried that there might not
be enough romance.) As of now Miracle (part 1, Pezberry) has been out
for three weeks. (Has it really been that long?) Faith (part 2,
Quitt) and Wonder (part 3, Brittberry) are coming soon (I hope). I am
also writing four one shots set in the future of this story called
the 'Agape' collection. I'm still not sure about a proper sequel.
A/N3: Sorry if there are any
discrepancies with the previous chapters. I wrote this with the
prequels in mind. And I'm too faineant to go back and change the
previous chapters.
Thank you to all who stuck with
this!
International Literacy Day 2
Love.
Brittany didn't
understand a lot of things, but love... love, she knew. To most
people it was a great mystery, something you couldn't quite grasp.
But Brittany wasn't most people. She saw things her own way. She
immersed herself in everything that was important about the world,
not bothering with silly things like math or proper vocabulary, or
even common sense. She didn't care how other people understood her,
only that she understood herself.
And love...
Love.
So many
feelings, so many emotions are evoked by that one word. Hope,
happiness, warmth, fear, despair, agony. Love itself is not an
emotion. It is not a feeling. It is a force. An energy. It pushes us.
It lifts us. It connects us. It changes us.
Love is beyond
our comprehension because it moves through dimensions we are unable
to perceive. It moves all around us, within us and through us. It is
always there. Never-ending. Never-ceasing. Forever. Infinite.
Love.
It is
unconditional. It never needs a reason. You love somebody simply
because you yourself have opened yourself up to love. Love is not
blind, sometimes we just refuse to open our eyes and see it. It is
always waiting. Waiting for us to open our hearts and experience it's
awesome power. And when we do....
Well.
Earlier that morning...
“Brittany, how many times do I have to tell you, a male duck is a
mallard.” Rachel sighed in exasperation. She was sure
Brittany was trying to cover up something. She had caught the blonde
grinning almost maniacally a few minutes earlier. She turned around
to get more syrup for her vegan pancakes.
“Ray-Ray...” Rachel halted in her tracks. Brittany's voice
sounded... different. She swiveled her gaze back toward Brittany. She
caught sight of the expression on Brittany's face. She had seen this
look many times before, it was the look Brittany always had when she
was thinking hard about something, only this time, there was
something that Rachel couldn't quite place.
“Ray, what is it called, when more than two people are in love with
each other?” To say Rachel was shocked would be a huge
understatement. This had come out of nowhere. Or did it? Did she know
something about her and Santana? Was she planning some sort of
threesome? Or foursome?
“P-polya-amory,” Rachel stuttered. “Wh-why do you ask, Britt?”
Brittany didn't answer, instead, she got off her chair and sauntered
over to where Rachel was standing, never breaking her gaze with the
tiny brunette. She didn't stop until she was inches away from
colliding with Rachel. Rachel swallowed hard, unable to tear her eyes
away from those electric baby blues. What was Brittany going to
do?
Then, suddenly, something obscured her vision. Something red and
green. Rachel blinked and pulled her head back, then she frowned as
her brain registered a picture of a red armchair. It was Brittany's
Handy Dandy Notebook straight out of 'Blues Clues'. Rachel had gotten
it for the blonde girl on her birthday last April. Brittany pulled
the notebook back down to chest level and held it out to the shorter
girl. The blonde broke out her sweetest grin, knowing full well that
Rachel couldn't resist it.
“Could you write down that word for me, please?” Rachel nodded
dumbly, stricken speechless by Brittany's irresistible smile. Still
in somewhat of a daze, Rachel took the notebook from Brittany's
hands, slid out the green crayon and wrote down the word. Polyamory.
As soon as she was done, Brittany deftly took the notebook from
her fingers, slid the crayon back into place and tucked it back into
the pocket of her shorts. It took a few moments for Rachel to come
back to her senses.
“Britt? Why are you asking about... about... that?”
Brittany's smile softened. She reached out and tucked back a stray
lock of hair behind Rachel's ear. Rachel shuddered slightly, as a
tingly feeling shot through her when Brittany's fingertips came into
contact with her skin. Brittany gazed into Rachel's eyes with an
almost unbearable softness.
“Santana's in love with you.” Rachel squirmed.
“I-,” Rachel started, but was almost immediately stopped when
Brittany laid a finger on the diva's lips.
“Me too,” the blonde girl whispered. And then all of a sudden,
Rachel felt Brittany's finger release her lips only to be captured
once again by the blonde's own.
Kissing Brittany (again) made her feel like she was floating on a
cloud. She felt light, as if she had shot up to the heavens and
nothing could bring her down. Not even gravity. Rachel moaned as she
fell deeper into the kiss. It was as if the world had slipped away
and nothing remained but this. This moment that would last for all
eternity. It was very much different from kissing Quinn. Quinn!
Rachel's eyes widened as her mind came crashing back down to
reality. She couldn't do this! She had a girlfriend! And
she was just right upstairs! She quickly pushed herself off of
Brittany.
“Brittany! I... I... I can't. This is wrong. Quinn--” she
started, but Brittany cut her off.
“Rachel, just stop for a minute. The four of us here at the
apartment are all in love with each other. Yes. Even Quinn.
And it's about time we all opened our eyes and embraced something
that would make us all even happier than before. Don't worry about
Quinn. I have a plan. Just stay quiet for now, okay?”
Rachel just stood there. This was too much to take. Polyamory? Was
it even possible? But before Rachel could collect her thoughts,
Brittany had dashed off racing up the stairs in a hurry. The brunette
slumped in her seat.
She had a lot to think about.
Two hours later...
“Look, Quinn!” Brittany yelled excitedly. “It's another
horsie!”
“Brittany,” Quinn began sternly. “We are not going on another
carriage ride.” Brittany stuck out her lower lip and turned her
puppy dog eyes on Quinn.
“Please, Quinn?” she whined. ”We haven't had one since you and
Rachel first moved in.” There was no way Quinn could stand up to
that look. Her knees turned to jelly every time Brittany used it on
her. Her shoulders slumped in defeat.
“Fine,” she said as she went off to get the attention of the
driver.
“Good morning, sir,” Quinn called out. “Could you take us to
West 97th and Broadway? And could you pass through the
park as well?”
“Sure thing, missy,” the man answered. He shot a glance at
Brittany who was now petting the horse, and then turned his attention
back to Quinn. “Young love, eh?”
Quinn blushed and started to protest, but before she could say
anything, Brittany had grabbed her hand and was pulling her onto the
carriage.
“Yay!” Brittany was ecstatic.
Quinn went to sit at the far end of the carriage seat, but Brittany
plopped herself straight down the middle and sidled right up against
Quinn, laying her head on the short-haired girl's shoulder.
Quinn could barely breathe. The scent of honey and clover coming off
the taller blonde was intoxicating. And she didn't know why, but
being so close in proximity to Brittany was... confusing. Her mind
kept shooting back to that day at Nationals last year when they...
Quinn shook her head. That had just been a one time thing. It had
helped her realize who she was and she would always be grateful to
Brittany and Santana for that. But now she had what she'd always
wanted. Rachel. Right?
At the apartment...
Santana's heart was pounding. Something was up. Rachel had been
acting weird at breakfast earlier. She seemed a little bit too
cheery, as if she was trying very hard to hide something. But for the
life of her, she couldn't quite figure it out.
They had just finished grocery shopping and now, she was stocking the
shelves, while Rachel put away the stuff that needed to be
refrigerated.
“Rachel?”
“Hmm?” The diva made a moue as she tried to figure out how to
make space in the fridge for her barbecue tempeh.
“Is there something wrong?”
“What do you mean?”
“Come on, Rach. It's always obvious when you're trying to hide
something.” Rachel sighed and she closed the door of the
refrigerator, turning to face Santana.
“Could we go to the living room? You might want to be sitting down
for this.”
“Oookay... I don't know if I'm supposed to be scared or whatever.”
But she gamely followed Rachel out to the living room anyway.
Once they were both situated on the couch, Rachel took a deep breath,
trying to get up the courage to tell Santana what was going on.
“Brittany kissed me.”
“Uhh...” Santana wasn't quite sure how she felt about that. To be
honest, though she was confused as hell, she didn't feel even a shred
of jealousy. Maybe it was love blinding her, but sometimes she just
wished... “Do you know why?”
Rachel swallowed hard, becoming increasingly nervous at Santana's
unexpected display of calmness.
“She's got an idea that we should all be together. She was
asking about polyamory, then she kissed me, said we were all in love
with each other and then next thing I knew, she was gone, off to
fetch you guys.” Santana was thinking hard. Could they all be... ?
Hope suddenly sprang deep in her heart.
“Rachel. I don't know about you but.... I am.” Rachel's face took
on a puzzled look.
“You are... what?”
“I'm in love with all three of you.”
Then the elevator dinged.
Back to our favorite blondes...
Quinn was standing just inside the entrance of the bookstore. She had
lost track of Brittany as soon as they entered the store, the taller
blonde seeming to have vanished into the stacks. She wondered about
what kind of book Brittany was looking for. She questioned her on the
way over, but Brittany kept deflecting the conversation with random
comments.
“Quinn?” Quinn whirled around and saw a black beanie in front of
her. She turned her gaze a little more south and her eyes settled on
the face of Sunshine Corazon.
“Sunshine!” Quinn exclaimed leaning forward to give the tiny girl
a hug. “What are you doing here?”
“I needed a book on classic films and most of the bookstores around
campus have been cleaned out of the good stuff. You?”
“I'm supposed to help Brittany buy a book, but I seem to have lost
her.” Sunshine quirked an eyebrow and pointed off to Quinn's side.
“She's right there.”
Brittany was already at the cash register, her book wrapped in brown
paper. Nothing seemed strange about that. Although the cashier seemed
to be giving Brittany a very weird look. Brittany turned away
from the register once she completed her purchase and spotted
Sunshine and Quinn. She hurried over excitedly, sweeping the Filipina
into a warm hug, lifting the smaller girl a few inches off the
ground..
“Sunshine!” Quinn giggled at the sight. That joyous energy was
one of the things she loved about Brittany.
“Okay, okay. You can put me down now.” Brittany gently set
Sunshine back down and then calmly slipped her arm into Quinn's.
Sunshine raised an eyebrow.
“So, what are you doing here?” Brittany asked.
“I was looking for a book.”
“So did I!” Sunshine eyed the brown wrapping.
“What is it?” Brittany glanced shiftily at Quinn.
“It's a surprise. I'll tell you next time, okay?” Now,
Quinn was curious. What kind of book was it?
“Well,” Quinn said, stepping forward. “We have to get going
now. See you on Monday?” Sunshine nodded and they all exchanged
goodbye hugs.
“You know,” Sunshine remarked right before they parted. “If I
didn't know any better, I'd have thought you two were together.”
Brittany just grinned and hailed a cab as Quinn blushed furiously.
Half an hour later...
Quinn and Brittany were going through the entrance of the building
that housed their apartment. Quinn had tried every sort of tactic to
find out what it was that got Brittany to go out on a Saturday
morning in such a hurry.
“Just stop asking questions, Quinn, you'll find out soon enough.”
Brittany said sternly as she pushed the button for the elevator.
Quinn huffed and crossed her arms.
“It's just a book. What's the big secret?” The doors to the
elevator opened and they stepped inside. Not long after the doors
closed, Quinn noticed Brittany was staring at her with an unreadable
expression on her face. Not only that but the taller blonde seemed to
be drawing closer to her.
“Britt?” Brittany's face was literally inches away from hers.
“The secret is that I love you, Quinn.” Brittany whispered, right
before capturing Quinn's lips with her own.
Quinn was astonished at the suddenness of Brittany's action. But
Brittany's lips were so soft and sweet that Quinn couldn't help but
kiss her back. It all just exploded into a world of passion and
desire as both girls fell deeper into each other.
When they finally parted, both girls were gasping for air, feeling as
though they had just gotten off a rollercoaster. They didn't realize
that the elevator doors were already open, and Rachel and Santana
were in the living room, with a clear view of the two of them. Rachel
cleared her throat.
“What is going on?”
“Uhh...” Quinn was at a loss for words. What could you say, if
you got caught kissing your bestfriend by your girlfriend and her
girlfriend? Brittany stepped forward into the apartment pulling Quinn
with her.
“I have something to say. ” Brittany took a deep breath before
continuing. “We have all been hiding in one way or another ever
since we moved in together. And it's time we stopped. Santana and
Rachel, I'm sure you've talked by now and you know what I'm talking
about. Quinn, just listen for a moment.
“Love is something we all have. And love lasts forever. We can
never run out of it. So, what's wrong about loving more than one
person? Why should we just choose one when we have so much love to
give? I can see it, even if you can't. We all love one another. And
it makes us unhappy if we can't show that love. I want us all to be
happy. We just have to accept it and let love make us happy. With
love, anything is possible.”
Silence fell as the others pondered. It really wasn't a question of
whether or not they were in love with each other. It was the truth, a
truth that none of them were willing to deny to themselves anymore.
The only real question was: Could they do this? Were they ready for a
relationship of this magnitude? Of this complexity? Quinn couldn't
help but feel a little bit hesitant.
“Isn't this all a little sudden? I mean, Rachel and I only came out
last Tuesday, and now, out of the blue, we're all in love with each
other?” Brittany frowned, her eyes darting all around her.
“Out of the blue what? I don't see anything blue” Santana sighed
and laid a hand on Brittany's arm.
“It's just a figure of speech, Britt.”
“Is it though?” Rachel blurted out “Is it really all that
sudden? Hasn't this been building up since last year?” She looked
at each of them in turn, as realization crept onto their faces.
They all just stood there, eyes continually shifting glances from one
to the other. Waiting for someone else to speak first. It was Quinn
who broke the silence yet again.
“Can we really do this?” Brittany smirked, unwrapped her book and
held it up.
Polyamory for Dummies
A beat passed and then the other three girls all collapsed to the
floor in a fit of laughter, leaving Brittany slightly confused.
“I think Brittany's right though,” Rachel said as she picked
herself up from the floor, still wiping tears of mirth from her eyes.
“Nothing's impossible when it comes to love.” She raised her arms
and beckoned them toward her.
“Come here.” And they all closed in on her, enveloping her in a
group hug.
This was insane. Four girls in a committed relationship? None
of them knew how this was all going to work out, but they were more
than willing to take the risk. And now, as they all looked into each
other's eyes, this felt good. This felt great. This felt right.
They all stayed in the group embrace. Alternating kisses between each
of the other girls.
Brittany grinned, taking in the smiles on the faces of the girls she
loved. She was overjoyed. She was ecstatic. She was happy. She was
really and truly home.
“I love New York.”
A/N: Lol. My bad
habit seems to have struck once again. I tend to get impatient and
rush myself when I get near the ending. Nevertheless, I hoped you all
enjoyed it! And I hope you follow the 'Believe' series, my prequel
for this, where I tread the fine line between romance and friendship!
(Though I will be occasionally straying past the line from time to
time, if you've gotten my little hints from this chapter and the
previous one!)