Frailty : Chapter 10- Invitation
Title: Frailty
Chapter: 10 - Invitation
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Brittana
Summary: AU Racer!Britt Lawyer!Santana. It has crossed her mind once or twice that what she’s experiencing is actual honest to god love, and then she panics and tries to convince herself otherwise {because she’s certain that Brittany will never love Santana the way she loves her, and it kill’s her.}
A/N: Plot not mine. Originally came from brittana.livejournal.com/481869.html. UnBeta'd as always, so appologies for any mistakes. I promise to correct them when i'm more awake. Short chapter, and were back to the present, before the accident.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9A | Part 9B
Santana’s been sat in her office for the best part of an hour, and the huge pile of stuff on her desk is actually begging to be completed, but she’s comfy here in Quinn’s chair {and her lips still tingling from her encounter with Brittany.} She’s hiding out because it’s the only place she’s sure Brittany can’t reach her, even if she’s done nothing but think of the blonde in the numerous hours she’s been here.
She can’t think of much right now, but she wants to so badly, she want’s to know why she’s behaving like this, it’s obviously not that Brittany’s a girl {maybe if she were back in high school, where her inability to admit she was gay led to her highly promiscuous behaviour then that could be it, but she’s long since come to terms with it} and so she can only conclude that it’s because Brittany is Brittany {she has no idea what that means, but it’s the only explanation that makes sense.}
It has crossed her mind once or twice that what she’s experiencing is actual honest to god love, and then she panics and tries to convince herself otherwise {because she’s certain that Brittany will never love Santana the way she loves her, and it kill’s her.} She resigns herself to the familiarity of containing her feelings and moves to the familiarity of her own desk just in time for the phone to ring with an invitation to her father’s congratulatory party in Brittany’s honour {Santana won’t be attending.}
Brittany’s not handling things any better, it stung to watch Santana run away from her and it stings to think that maybe Santana doesn’t believe in a person’s ability to love anybody {Brittany doesn’t really believe in it, loving everyone has always been easy for her irrespective of gender, race, religion or other, and she can’t quite believe that lots of people can’t see that simple fact.} She want’s Santana to love her and she’s not sure how she feels about that, because Brittany loves everyone except sometimes Santana.
Puck’s the one that comes to her rescue, because she’s been thinking too hard for too long {she’s not acting like Brittany and it’s worrying him because his plan failed and now his friend his hurting because of it.} He doesn’t know how to take her mind off of Santana, so he takes her to the local street race where they can both just drive because at the end of the day driving is the one thing they can always count on {and the aggression and excitement of street races is the only cure for everything.} And it works; sort of, because while they’re there Brittany thinks of nothing but the thrills and the occasional scantily clad woman draped over the vehicles belonging to the ripped drivers who don’t believe in wearing shirts. It’s only when there disbanding and the two are leaving with more cash than they’ve ever had that Brittany finds herself thinking of Santana and a way to find a middle ground, because even if Santana couldn’t love her maybe they could be the best sort of friends.
When she’s back in her run down, sorry little excuse for a flat and Puck’s taken his place on the couch with a cold beer does she check her messages, and along with her own bottle of beer and a couple of glasses of whisky she receives an invitation to a party in her honour. She’s never had a party in her honour before and she can’t wait to go, it’s much later and she’s half asleep when she realises Santana will be there too, and she drifts of to sleep with a satisfied smile on her face and a silent promise that by the time the party ends, she’s going to figure out how to be friends with that Latina, or if she can manage it, straight into her heart.
Chapter: 10 - Invitation
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Brittana
Summary: AU Racer!Britt Lawyer!Santana. It has crossed her mind once or twice that what she’s experiencing is actual honest to god love, and then she panics and tries to convince herself otherwise {because she’s certain that Brittany will never love Santana the way she loves her, and it kill’s her.}
A/N: Plot not mine. Originally came from brittana.livejournal.com/481869.html. UnBeta'd as always, so appologies for any mistakes. I promise to correct them when i'm more awake. Short chapter, and were back to the present, before the accident.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9A | Part 9B
Santana’s been sat in her office for the best part of an hour, and the huge pile of stuff on her desk is actually begging to be completed, but she’s comfy here in Quinn’s chair {and her lips still tingling from her encounter with Brittany.} She’s hiding out because it’s the only place she’s sure Brittany can’t reach her, even if she’s done nothing but think of the blonde in the numerous hours she’s been here.
She can’t think of much right now, but she wants to so badly, she want’s to know why she’s behaving like this, it’s obviously not that Brittany’s a girl {maybe if she were back in high school, where her inability to admit she was gay led to her highly promiscuous behaviour then that could be it, but she’s long since come to terms with it} and so she can only conclude that it’s because Brittany is Brittany {she has no idea what that means, but it’s the only explanation that makes sense.}
It has crossed her mind once or twice that what she’s experiencing is actual honest to god love, and then she panics and tries to convince herself otherwise {because she’s certain that Brittany will never love Santana the way she loves her, and it kill’s her.} She resigns herself to the familiarity of containing her feelings and moves to the familiarity of her own desk just in time for the phone to ring with an invitation to her father’s congratulatory party in Brittany’s honour {Santana won’t be attending.}
Brittany’s not handling things any better, it stung to watch Santana run away from her and it stings to think that maybe Santana doesn’t believe in a person’s ability to love anybody {Brittany doesn’t really believe in it, loving everyone has always been easy for her irrespective of gender, race, religion or other, and she can’t quite believe that lots of people can’t see that simple fact.} She want’s Santana to love her and she’s not sure how she feels about that, because Brittany loves everyone except sometimes Santana.
Puck’s the one that comes to her rescue, because she’s been thinking too hard for too long {she’s not acting like Brittany and it’s worrying him because his plan failed and now his friend his hurting because of it.} He doesn’t know how to take her mind off of Santana, so he takes her to the local street race where they can both just drive because at the end of the day driving is the one thing they can always count on {and the aggression and excitement of street races is the only cure for everything.} And it works; sort of, because while they’re there Brittany thinks of nothing but the thrills and the occasional scantily clad woman draped over the vehicles belonging to the ripped drivers who don’t believe in wearing shirts. It’s only when there disbanding and the two are leaving with more cash than they’ve ever had that Brittany finds herself thinking of Santana and a way to find a middle ground, because even if Santana couldn’t love her maybe they could be the best sort of friends.
When she’s back in her run down, sorry little excuse for a flat and Puck’s taken his place on the couch with a cold beer does she check her messages, and along with her own bottle of beer and a couple of glasses of whisky she receives an invitation to a party in her honour. She’s never had a party in her honour before and she can’t wait to go, it’s much later and she’s half asleep when she realises Santana will be there too, and she drifts of to sleep with a satisfied smile on her face and a silent promise that by the time the party ends, she’s going to figure out how to be friends with that Latina, or if she can manage it, straight into her heart.