Beautiful Nightmare (1/?)
Title: Beautiful Nightmare
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: NC-17 (just to be safe)
Summary: Is Santana really worth chasing after? (Eventual Brittany/Santana, a bit of FaBerry on the side.)
Spoilers: Season 1, just to be safe.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, unfortunately.
A/N: So this is my first time posting on here, actually one of the first fics I've ever written and actually posted anywhere so, please be nice. :) I have no beta so all mistakes are mine.
1
Brittany is sitting at her desk randomly doodling in her notebook as the teacher as the front of the class is talking about nouns, or sheep or something... she wasn't really listening. All she could think about whilst idly moving her pen across paper, was a certain brunette. Not Rachel Berry though, that would be weird. Not that Brittany doesn't like Rachel. She likes Rachel, even though she talks away too much sometimes and uses words Brittany cant understand. But yes, she definitely likes Rachel - much to Santana's annoyance.
Santana.
The very girl who's been plaguing her mind so much recently. Whatever you could call the 'thing' going on between the two cheerleaders was starting to confuse Brittany, and despite the fact that everyone seemed to think everything confuses Brittany, this confused her on a totally different level. What Santana and her had was something special, so she thought at least anyway. She always got this weird, special feeling whenever they slept together and everything always seemed so tender between them, but then it would always end the same way.
Santana would lie next to her and tell her not to say anything about what they get up to, then she would have to walk around school seeing the brunette eyeing down the next guy she wanted to sleep with. She sighed and started packing up her things as the bell rang, signalling the end of school. She was grabbing her bag out of her locker when she saw the very girl she'd been thinking about all day approaching her with a wave.
“Hey S...” Her voice lacked it's usual brightness. She closed her locker as the other cheerleader looked at her with a confused look before quickly shaking it off. They started talking as they walked down the corridor towards the front of school again, well Santana was talking and Brittany was listening, barely, to her go on about this new guy that was so 'super hot.' They got to the front of the building and Santana waved as she said goodbye. Brittany frowned.
“Are... you not coming over tonight? It's a Friday.” Santana shrugged.
“I've got a date with that guy I was telling you about, so I'll probably be at his tonight.” She turned and started to walk off towards her car.
“I'm sure I'll see you at some point over the weekend though B, have a good one.” She threw over her shoulder as she walked away. Brittany just sighed again and walked towards her car and drove home. When she entered her house she immediately ran upstairs and into her room, throwing herself on the bed. She put her I-pod on as she closed her eyes, just praying that her brain would let her have a few hours off from thinking about Santana.
Unfortunately her brain wasn't doing her any favours tonight and she already found herself thinking about the Latina again, wishing she wasn't on her date with that random guy who she doesn't even know anything about because she couldn't even bear listening to Santana go on and on about him.
She let a small sob out as the tears that had been threatening to fall finally leaked out and left faint tracks on her cheeks.
You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare. Either way I don't wanna wake up from you.
The blonde let out a bitter chuckle as tears continued to trail down her cheeks. It was almost funny just how fitting those simple lyrics were... almost. It basically summed up how Brittany saw Santana. At times she was so loving and tender towards the blonde cheerleader. Whether it was in the bedroom or just in school, when Santana would make sure to watch Brittany's back if anyone dared to call her stupid or insult her any other way.
Then suddenly it would all change.
Just as Brittany would finally think that they were finally moving forwards in their 'relationship,' Santana would suddenly be going on about some new guy who she liked, and that what they were doing wasn't dating.
Of course, because sex isn't dating.
Except Brittany went to bed almost every night wishing that it could be in their case. That she could wake up next to the fiery brunette and kiss her good morning and laugh at her softly as the tanned girl tried to shake herself into the land of the conscious again, mumbling grumpily until she had succeeded.
Because Santana was totally not a morning person.
The thought made the blonde smile briefly until the reality hit her again like a smack in the face. It would never happen, because even if Santana could entertain the thought of giving up all the attention she got by going out with those boys to even remain committed to Brittany, the idea alone of two girls in a relationship would, in Santana's words; “do nothing for her rep.”
Brittany wasn't as stupid as everyone made her out to be. Yes she couldn't work out maths problems too well, and she had to occasionally copy Quinn's work in Spanish, but she was more perceptive than most people gave her credit for. She knew that whilst Santana would flirt with guys left right and centre, she never showed nearly as much compassion or tenderness towards them as she did with Brittany.
The song finished with the same line from before bringing forth a fresh wave of tears.
Either way I don't wanna wake up from you.
And that was the problem. No matter how many times Santana dragged Brittany along just to throw her away as soon as another prospective boy came into the picture, Brittany would never give up on Santana. It made her angry, because it made her feel weak and Coach had always told her to not be weak.
Santana had once told her that it was ok to be weak sometimes, and it just meant that she would have to be extra strong for both of them.
It wouldn't really work in this case though.
She jumped slightly as her phone which had been resting on her stomach started to vibrate. She looked at the caller ID and smiled slightly.
“Hey Q.” She wished it had been Santana, but she was pretty glad it was Quinn.
“Hey sweetie. I was just calling to check up on you. You seemed a bit... out of it during last period today. More so than usual.”
Since getting pregnant, the ex cheerleader had become a lot calmer and friendlier since finding out - the hard way - that popularity and being on the Cheerios weren't the most important things in life.
“Yeah I was just... thinking about stuff that's all.” She tried to put on a cheery voice but she knew Quinn would see straight through it.
“By any chance were you thinking about Santana?” Maybe she was psychic... yeah that had to be it.
“Q... are you psychic?” She could hear chuckling from the other line.
“No I'm not psychic Britt, it's just painfully obvious.” She could hear the sympathy in her friend's voice and it made her want to start crying all over again.
“I don't know what to do Quinn...” her voice was small and pitiful but she didn't care. Quinn wouldn't judge her, she wouldn't call her weak.
“Oh Britt. You need to sort things out in that cute head of yours and set Santana straight. You can't let her keep messing you around like this. You don't deserve it, and the way she's acting at the moment, she definitely doesn't deserve to have you.” She knew Quinn was right... she was generally right with things like this after all. It still made her sad for someone to speak of Santana like that.
“Maybe it's best to just not see her this weekend B, have some space from her and collect your thoughts. It's obvious you need to work out whether or not she's worth chasing after.”
“I don't want to chase her, that will scare her wont it? I get scared when people chase me.”
“You wont actually be chasing her B-” Quinn spoke in a soft, patient voice. “-you need to work out whether or not she's worth the hurt that you're feeling right now.” Brittany thought for a few minutes before sighing. Her head was starting to hurt.
“Thanks Q.” She replied simply before wishing Quinn goodnight and hanging up the phone.
She put her phone on her bedside table and took her headphones out just in time to hear her Dad calling her down for dinner.
Quinn's words flashed through her head as she made her way downstairs. She knew she needed to have some space from Santana, just things like that were easier said than done.
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: NC-17 (just to be safe)
Summary: Is Santana really worth chasing after? (Eventual Brittany/Santana, a bit of FaBerry on the side.)
Spoilers: Season 1, just to be safe.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, unfortunately.
A/N: So this is my first time posting on here, actually one of the first fics I've ever written and actually posted anywhere so, please be nice. :) I have no beta so all mistakes are mine.
1
Brittany is sitting at her desk randomly doodling in her notebook as the teacher as the front of the class is talking about nouns, or sheep or something... she wasn't really listening. All she could think about whilst idly moving her pen across paper, was a certain brunette. Not Rachel Berry though, that would be weird. Not that Brittany doesn't like Rachel. She likes Rachel, even though she talks away too much sometimes and uses words Brittany cant understand. But yes, she definitely likes Rachel - much to Santana's annoyance.
Santana.
The very girl who's been plaguing her mind so much recently. Whatever you could call the 'thing' going on between the two cheerleaders was starting to confuse Brittany, and despite the fact that everyone seemed to think everything confuses Brittany, this confused her on a totally different level. What Santana and her had was something special, so she thought at least anyway. She always got this weird, special feeling whenever they slept together and everything always seemed so tender between them, but then it would always end the same way.
Santana would lie next to her and tell her not to say anything about what they get up to, then she would have to walk around school seeing the brunette eyeing down the next guy she wanted to sleep with. She sighed and started packing up her things as the bell rang, signalling the end of school. She was grabbing her bag out of her locker when she saw the very girl she'd been thinking about all day approaching her with a wave.
“Hey S...” Her voice lacked it's usual brightness. She closed her locker as the other cheerleader looked at her with a confused look before quickly shaking it off. They started talking as they walked down the corridor towards the front of school again, well Santana was talking and Brittany was listening, barely, to her go on about this new guy that was so 'super hot.' They got to the front of the building and Santana waved as she said goodbye. Brittany frowned.
“Are... you not coming over tonight? It's a Friday.” Santana shrugged.
“I've got a date with that guy I was telling you about, so I'll probably be at his tonight.” She turned and started to walk off towards her car.
“I'm sure I'll see you at some point over the weekend though B, have a good one.” She threw over her shoulder as she walked away. Brittany just sighed again and walked towards her car and drove home. When she entered her house she immediately ran upstairs and into her room, throwing herself on the bed. She put her I-pod on as she closed her eyes, just praying that her brain would let her have a few hours off from thinking about Santana.
Unfortunately her brain wasn't doing her any favours tonight and she already found herself thinking about the Latina again, wishing she wasn't on her date with that random guy who she doesn't even know anything about because she couldn't even bear listening to Santana go on and on about him.
She let a small sob out as the tears that had been threatening to fall finally leaked out and left faint tracks on her cheeks.
You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare. Either way I don't wanna wake up from you.
The blonde let out a bitter chuckle as tears continued to trail down her cheeks. It was almost funny just how fitting those simple lyrics were... almost. It basically summed up how Brittany saw Santana. At times she was so loving and tender towards the blonde cheerleader. Whether it was in the bedroom or just in school, when Santana would make sure to watch Brittany's back if anyone dared to call her stupid or insult her any other way.
Then suddenly it would all change.
Just as Brittany would finally think that they were finally moving forwards in their 'relationship,' Santana would suddenly be going on about some new guy who she liked, and that what they were doing wasn't dating.
Of course, because sex isn't dating.
Except Brittany went to bed almost every night wishing that it could be in their case. That she could wake up next to the fiery brunette and kiss her good morning and laugh at her softly as the tanned girl tried to shake herself into the land of the conscious again, mumbling grumpily until she had succeeded.
Because Santana was totally not a morning person.
The thought made the blonde smile briefly until the reality hit her again like a smack in the face. It would never happen, because even if Santana could entertain the thought of giving up all the attention she got by going out with those boys to even remain committed to Brittany, the idea alone of two girls in a relationship would, in Santana's words; “do nothing for her rep.”
Brittany wasn't as stupid as everyone made her out to be. Yes she couldn't work out maths problems too well, and she had to occasionally copy Quinn's work in Spanish, but she was more perceptive than most people gave her credit for. She knew that whilst Santana would flirt with guys left right and centre, she never showed nearly as much compassion or tenderness towards them as she did with Brittany.
The song finished with the same line from before bringing forth a fresh wave of tears.
Either way I don't wanna wake up from you.
And that was the problem. No matter how many times Santana dragged Brittany along just to throw her away as soon as another prospective boy came into the picture, Brittany would never give up on Santana. It made her angry, because it made her feel weak and Coach had always told her to not be weak.
Santana had once told her that it was ok to be weak sometimes, and it just meant that she would have to be extra strong for both of them.
It wouldn't really work in this case though.
She jumped slightly as her phone which had been resting on her stomach started to vibrate. She looked at the caller ID and smiled slightly.
“Hey Q.” She wished it had been Santana, but she was pretty glad it was Quinn.
“Hey sweetie. I was just calling to check up on you. You seemed a bit... out of it during last period today. More so than usual.”
Since getting pregnant, the ex cheerleader had become a lot calmer and friendlier since finding out - the hard way - that popularity and being on the Cheerios weren't the most important things in life.
“Yeah I was just... thinking about stuff that's all.” She tried to put on a cheery voice but she knew Quinn would see straight through it.
“By any chance were you thinking about Santana?” Maybe she was psychic... yeah that had to be it.
“Q... are you psychic?” She could hear chuckling from the other line.
“No I'm not psychic Britt, it's just painfully obvious.” She could hear the sympathy in her friend's voice and it made her want to start crying all over again.
“I don't know what to do Quinn...” her voice was small and pitiful but she didn't care. Quinn wouldn't judge her, she wouldn't call her weak.
“Oh Britt. You need to sort things out in that cute head of yours and set Santana straight. You can't let her keep messing you around like this. You don't deserve it, and the way she's acting at the moment, she definitely doesn't deserve to have you.” She knew Quinn was right... she was generally right with things like this after all. It still made her sad for someone to speak of Santana like that.
“Maybe it's best to just not see her this weekend B, have some space from her and collect your thoughts. It's obvious you need to work out whether or not she's worth chasing after.”
“I don't want to chase her, that will scare her wont it? I get scared when people chase me.”
“You wont actually be chasing her B-” Quinn spoke in a soft, patient voice. “-you need to work out whether or not she's worth the hurt that you're feeling right now.” Brittany thought for a few minutes before sighing. Her head was starting to hurt.
“Thanks Q.” She replied simply before wishing Quinn goodnight and hanging up the phone.
She put her phone on her bedside table and took her headphones out just in time to hear her Dad calling her down for dinner.
Quinn's words flashed through her head as she made her way downstairs. She knew she needed to have some space from Santana, just things like that were easier said than done.