Log: Cuddles - Brittana
WHO: Brittany Pierce and Santana Lopez
WHAT: What it says on the tin.
WHERE: Santana's House
WHEN: Wednesday, January 18, 2012
A big blanket and a bunch of movies? Good. Cuddling with Santana? Even better. Brittany had to plead with her mother to leave the house, but once she said she was going to Santana’s it got easier. Her mom really liked the way Santana stood up for her, she’d said once. So, she didn’t mind that she was going over even in the aftermath of the blackout. Her little sister made a stink about staying home, but then mom promised to make cookies with her, and Brittany was off the hook. She grabbed her jacket and shoes, and dad drove her all the way to Santana’s front door.
She bounced up the step and rang the doorbell, bouncing up and down on her feet as she waited for her to answer. The world seemed strange - everyone was walking around looking a little confused, a little distracted. They were all thinking about their dreams, their blackouts, everything except what was going on around them. Brittany couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t doing the same thing, really. She was thinking of the sad feeling, the one that had permeated her dream. She wanted to forget it - she just wanted to pretend she’d never felt like that.
Santana called out that she would get it. She’d been going a little nuts waiting for Brittany to arrive. Both her abuela and her abuelita were over and they’d been fighting for like the last thirty minutes. She bound over to the door and opened it. “Hey, B,” she said with a soft smile, though it immediately fell when the yelling behind her escalated. She saw Brittany’s face wrinkle in confusion, though she wasn’t sure if it was just in general or because the women were speaking in Spanish. She grabbed the blonde’s hand and pulled her inside. “Come on.”
No matter how many times Santana had tried to teach her words in Spanish, she still forgot most of it. And listening to the yelling from in the house, she was actually grateful for once. She was always uncomfortable around people who were fighting, and even without knowing the language it still sounded pretty serious. She was happy to take Santana’s hand and be led inside, away from the source of the noise. “Is everything okay?” she asked, wincing a little as the shouts hit a new volume. “Did I come at a bad time?”
Pulling Brittany towards the stairs, she glanced into the kitchen. “Anytime those two are together is a bad time. So, don’t worry about it, okay? Come on,” she said again, tugging her up the stairs. They walked down the hall to her room and she shut the door loudly.
“Okay,” Brittany nodded. She didn’t really want to know any more than that, she was just anxious to be away from the yelling. Once she was in Santana’s room she felt more at home, and she bounced eagerly on the balls of her feet. She looked at the TV, already on and waiting. “So, what are we gonna watch?” she was hoping for something animated, at least, but she’d take anything as long as it meant she was snuggled up to Santana.
Santana climbed onto her bed and grabbed the remote. “I’m kinda in the mood to watch some stuff from when we were little. So, I thought we could start with Harriet the Spy.” She patted the bed and smiled up at Brittany.
“Ooh!” Brittany smiled excitedly. They hadn’t watched that in years, and she could hardly remember how it went, which made it so much more fun to watch again. Not having to be asked twice, she double-checked that she’d taken her shoes off and climbed into bed beside Santana before pulling the giant blanket up over them. “Thanks, San,” she murmured. “I really needed some cuddles today.”
Me too, Santana thought. She didn’t say anything at all, just pulled Brittany into her arms and settled against her. She let her fingers rub lightly against B’s side and brushed her lips across her warm, pale cheek. Her mind briefly drifted to New Years and their kiss, but she quickly pushed the thoughts aside. “Comfy?” She asked instead.
Brittany sighed happily as warm arms enveloped her. The kiss on the cheek was achingly close to what she really wanted, what she couldn’t ask for. Another kiss - another real kiss. This wasn’t the moment to press her on that. She didn’t want to upset her best friend, not when she needed cuddling so badly. She would press the issue at some point, just not now. “Very comfy,” she smiled. “This is my favorite place in the whole world, you know. Right here, under this blanket, with you.”
There was something in her chest. A fluttery something or other that dipped into her stomach and made warmth spread throughout her body at the words. She smiled a little and pulled Brittany’s head to her shoulder. “It’s kind of my favorite place too,” she whispered back. It was weird to think that Brittany really, honestly, loved her as much as she did. Like only moms were supposed to feel like that about people, right? Santana was sure her mom hadn’t actually felt like that in a long time. Her abuelita did, but she was also kind of a bitch like Santana. It was the reason they were so close. And Santana guessed she felt that way about Brittany. Like, if she had to pick a person, it would be her, but there was something about it that still made Santana feel hesitant. Something that kind of scared her. So, she pushed it aside and snuggled in.
Resting her head on Santana’s shoulder felt warm and comfortable - felt like home. The blanket they’d snuggled under together so many times still smelled like them, no matter how many times it had been washed, and she hoped it always would. She always knew that no matter what was going on in her life, there was nothing that a long cuddle under that blanket couldn’t solve. She watched the movie half-heartedly, but most of her attention was still focused on the warm body pressed against hers. “San?” she asked quietly. “Did you...did you dream? Like other people did? See the future, or whatever it was? Quinn said something about the dreams being...a message. Something about god - I got kind of lost when she tried to explain it. Did you have one?”
Santana froze. She had been stealthily trying to forget about what she’d seen, but she still dreamed about it last night. “I did have one...” she said slowly because she didn’t want to lie to Brittany. “But I don’t want to talk about it. Don’t listen to Quinn. She’s always going on and on about God, but she doesn’t know anything just like the people on t.v. don’t.”
“Oh,” Brittany nodded. “Okay - we don’t have to talk about them.” She wasn’t sure if it was because Santana’s dream was like Quinn’s, a bad one that she didn’t want to talk about, or if she just didn’t believe that they were the future, or what - but if she didn’t want to talk about it then they wouldn’t. “I’m glad,” she murmured softly. “None of the things she said about God made any sense to me. I mean - why would he...or she...or it, or whatever, do something like that?” It was comforting to know that she was just making it up, like all the people using big words on television.
“No one knows the answers yet. It’s all a bunch of bullshit theories and a lot of people talking about stuff they don’t know anything about,” Santana said with a shrug. “If it is the future,” and Santana had a hard time believing it was despite the date and time stamped on the screen of her phone. “Then we are all kind of fucked, I guess.” She sighed and rubbed her forehead. “Why? What did you see?” In the last twenty-four hours she’d just been freaking out. It never occurred to her that maybe what Brittany had seen might have been worse. She hadn’t even really thought about Brittany seeing anything at all.
It had definitely been something bad, then, if Santana was talking about it like that. “I was at dance camp, actually,” Brittany smiled a little. “I was teaching a class. I even brought Lord Tubbs with me, and he was sitting in the corner watching. I told one girl that she could go and pet him...no, cuddle him, after we were done, because she was doing really well.” Her brow crinkled a little as she thought. “The only part that wasn’t good was that I was...really sad. I don’t know what I was sad about, I just...I could feel it.” She didn’t even like thinking about it, really. She didn’t really understand why she’d have felt sad in the middle of something she enjoyed so much.
At least she hadn’t been pregnant, Santana thought sourly. Then she mentally frowned at herself. It wasn’t Brittany’s fault what she saw. She needed to calm down before she ended up taking her bad mood out on the blonde and that wasn’t something she wanted to do. Anyone else she wouldn’t care about. “Hey, you’re not sad now, are you?”
“No,” Brittany shook her head. “I’m happy right now. But if what we saw is going to happen, does that mean I’m going to get sad? I don’t want that.” The whole idea of seeing the future made her brain hurt, honestly. Her time machine was only going to the past, she decided right then and there. The future was confusing.
“I don’t know,” Santana said quietly, looking back at the screen. The idea of either of their dreams being real made her stomach knot. “Let’s just stop thinking about it, okay? The movie’s almost over. We can go down and sneak cookies and then watch Matilda,” she suggested.
“That sounds like a really good idea,” Brittany nodded happily. “And cookies would be pretty good. We haven’t watched that one in a really long time.” She wasn’t going to be sad. She made her decision right then and there. If she was really sad in the future, then she’d just have to change it somehow. She didn’t want to be sad. She’d make herself happy.
WHAT: What it says on the tin.
WHERE: Santana's House
WHEN: Wednesday, January 18, 2012
A big blanket and a bunch of movies? Good. Cuddling with Santana? Even better. Brittany had to plead with her mother to leave the house, but once she said she was going to Santana’s it got easier. Her mom really liked the way Santana stood up for her, she’d said once. So, she didn’t mind that she was going over even in the aftermath of the blackout. Her little sister made a stink about staying home, but then mom promised to make cookies with her, and Brittany was off the hook. She grabbed her jacket and shoes, and dad drove her all the way to Santana’s front door.
She bounced up the step and rang the doorbell, bouncing up and down on her feet as she waited for her to answer. The world seemed strange - everyone was walking around looking a little confused, a little distracted. They were all thinking about their dreams, their blackouts, everything except what was going on around them. Brittany couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t doing the same thing, really. She was thinking of the sad feeling, the one that had permeated her dream. She wanted to forget it - she just wanted to pretend she’d never felt like that.
Santana called out that she would get it. She’d been going a little nuts waiting for Brittany to arrive. Both her abuela and her abuelita were over and they’d been fighting for like the last thirty minutes. She bound over to the door and opened it. “Hey, B,” she said with a soft smile, though it immediately fell when the yelling behind her escalated. She saw Brittany’s face wrinkle in confusion, though she wasn’t sure if it was just in general or because the women were speaking in Spanish. She grabbed the blonde’s hand and pulled her inside. “Come on.”
No matter how many times Santana had tried to teach her words in Spanish, she still forgot most of it. And listening to the yelling from in the house, she was actually grateful for once. She was always uncomfortable around people who were fighting, and even without knowing the language it still sounded pretty serious. She was happy to take Santana’s hand and be led inside, away from the source of the noise. “Is everything okay?” she asked, wincing a little as the shouts hit a new volume. “Did I come at a bad time?”
Pulling Brittany towards the stairs, she glanced into the kitchen. “Anytime those two are together is a bad time. So, don’t worry about it, okay? Come on,” she said again, tugging her up the stairs. They walked down the hall to her room and she shut the door loudly.
“Okay,” Brittany nodded. She didn’t really want to know any more than that, she was just anxious to be away from the yelling. Once she was in Santana’s room she felt more at home, and she bounced eagerly on the balls of her feet. She looked at the TV, already on and waiting. “So, what are we gonna watch?” she was hoping for something animated, at least, but she’d take anything as long as it meant she was snuggled up to Santana.
Santana climbed onto her bed and grabbed the remote. “I’m kinda in the mood to watch some stuff from when we were little. So, I thought we could start with Harriet the Spy.” She patted the bed and smiled up at Brittany.
“Ooh!” Brittany smiled excitedly. They hadn’t watched that in years, and she could hardly remember how it went, which made it so much more fun to watch again. Not having to be asked twice, she double-checked that she’d taken her shoes off and climbed into bed beside Santana before pulling the giant blanket up over them. “Thanks, San,” she murmured. “I really needed some cuddles today.”
Me too, Santana thought. She didn’t say anything at all, just pulled Brittany into her arms and settled against her. She let her fingers rub lightly against B’s side and brushed her lips across her warm, pale cheek. Her mind briefly drifted to New Years and their kiss, but she quickly pushed the thoughts aside. “Comfy?” She asked instead.
Brittany sighed happily as warm arms enveloped her. The kiss on the cheek was achingly close to what she really wanted, what she couldn’t ask for. Another kiss - another real kiss. This wasn’t the moment to press her on that. She didn’t want to upset her best friend, not when she needed cuddling so badly. She would press the issue at some point, just not now. “Very comfy,” she smiled. “This is my favorite place in the whole world, you know. Right here, under this blanket, with you.”
There was something in her chest. A fluttery something or other that dipped into her stomach and made warmth spread throughout her body at the words. She smiled a little and pulled Brittany’s head to her shoulder. “It’s kind of my favorite place too,” she whispered back. It was weird to think that Brittany really, honestly, loved her as much as she did. Like only moms were supposed to feel like that about people, right? Santana was sure her mom hadn’t actually felt like that in a long time. Her abuelita did, but she was also kind of a bitch like Santana. It was the reason they were so close. And Santana guessed she felt that way about Brittany. Like, if she had to pick a person, it would be her, but there was something about it that still made Santana feel hesitant. Something that kind of scared her. So, she pushed it aside and snuggled in.
Resting her head on Santana’s shoulder felt warm and comfortable - felt like home. The blanket they’d snuggled under together so many times still smelled like them, no matter how many times it had been washed, and she hoped it always would. She always knew that no matter what was going on in her life, there was nothing that a long cuddle under that blanket couldn’t solve. She watched the movie half-heartedly, but most of her attention was still focused on the warm body pressed against hers. “San?” she asked quietly. “Did you...did you dream? Like other people did? See the future, or whatever it was? Quinn said something about the dreams being...a message. Something about god - I got kind of lost when she tried to explain it. Did you have one?”
Santana froze. She had been stealthily trying to forget about what she’d seen, but she still dreamed about it last night. “I did have one...” she said slowly because she didn’t want to lie to Brittany. “But I don’t want to talk about it. Don’t listen to Quinn. She’s always going on and on about God, but she doesn’t know anything just like the people on t.v. don’t.”
“Oh,” Brittany nodded. “Okay - we don’t have to talk about them.” She wasn’t sure if it was because Santana’s dream was like Quinn’s, a bad one that she didn’t want to talk about, or if she just didn’t believe that they were the future, or what - but if she didn’t want to talk about it then they wouldn’t. “I’m glad,” she murmured softly. “None of the things she said about God made any sense to me. I mean - why would he...or she...or it, or whatever, do something like that?” It was comforting to know that she was just making it up, like all the people using big words on television.
“No one knows the answers yet. It’s all a bunch of bullshit theories and a lot of people talking about stuff they don’t know anything about,” Santana said with a shrug. “If it is the future,” and Santana had a hard time believing it was despite the date and time stamped on the screen of her phone. “Then we are all kind of fucked, I guess.” She sighed and rubbed her forehead. “Why? What did you see?” In the last twenty-four hours she’d just been freaking out. It never occurred to her that maybe what Brittany had seen might have been worse. She hadn’t even really thought about Brittany seeing anything at all.
It had definitely been something bad, then, if Santana was talking about it like that. “I was at dance camp, actually,” Brittany smiled a little. “I was teaching a class. I even brought Lord Tubbs with me, and he was sitting in the corner watching. I told one girl that she could go and pet him...no, cuddle him, after we were done, because she was doing really well.” Her brow crinkled a little as she thought. “The only part that wasn’t good was that I was...really sad. I don’t know what I was sad about, I just...I could feel it.” She didn’t even like thinking about it, really. She didn’t really understand why she’d have felt sad in the middle of something she enjoyed so much.
At least she hadn’t been pregnant, Santana thought sourly. Then she mentally frowned at herself. It wasn’t Brittany’s fault what she saw. She needed to calm down before she ended up taking her bad mood out on the blonde and that wasn’t something she wanted to do. Anyone else she wouldn’t care about. “Hey, you’re not sad now, are you?”
“No,” Brittany shook her head. “I’m happy right now. But if what we saw is going to happen, does that mean I’m going to get sad? I don’t want that.” The whole idea of seeing the future made her brain hurt, honestly. Her time machine was only going to the past, she decided right then and there. The future was confusing.
“I don’t know,” Santana said quietly, looking back at the screen. The idea of either of their dreams being real made her stomach knot. “Let’s just stop thinking about it, okay? The movie’s almost over. We can go down and sneak cookies and then watch Matilda,” she suggested.
“That sounds like a really good idea,” Brittany nodded happily. “And cookies would be pretty good. We haven’t watched that one in a really long time.” She wasn’t going to be sad. She made her decision right then and there. If she was really sad in the future, then she’d just have to change it somehow. She didn’t want to be sad. She’d make herself happy.