Grave
Title: Grave
Pairing: Santana Lopez/Brittany Pierce
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Glee. But if I did, I would let people on my list write it.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: It’s over Santana’s grave that she’s standing.
A/N: I killed two birds with one stone :D
"If you had to be a flower, which one would you like to be and why?"
"If you could be laid to rest anywhere, where would it be? Why?"
It’s drizzling, raindrops falling from the sky like the grains of sand one does his best to hold on to. It falls on a figure with an umbrella, someone standing over a grave.
The gold of Brittany’s hair has faded over time into a beautiful white, and her skin has wrinkled up slightly; though still quite tall, she is slightly bent, but even as the rest of her has clearly aged, her smile is just as bright, her eyes still as blue.
It’s over Santana’s grave that she’s standing.
Her best friend. Her lover. Her girlfriend. Her wife.
Her soulmate.
It’s been three years since the good Lord took her from Brittany’s arms, but Brittany tries not to remember that. Instead, she remembers why Santana chose this place to be laid to rest.
Brittany takes out from her purse a laminated card. In it is a dried up daisy, the one which Santana gave to her just before Brittany first told her that she loved her.
Brittany still remembers.
There were no graves back then. It was all blue skies and green grass, several miles away from the nearest town. Their dads went off hunting in the nearby forest, so they were alone. As soon as they left, Santana gave her the flower.
Brittany still remembers; how she’d averted her eyes as she handed it to Brittany, how her foot made circles in the grass, how she mumbled when she started talking about the daisy’s meaning, about patience and simplicity and cheer and how it reminded Santana of her. Honestly, Brittany couldn’t have prevented those three words from pouring out of her mouth.
I love you.
She was surprised when Santana didn’t retract, even though she had before with much smaller actions. Instead, she smiled shyly.
That was also the day Brittany began to hope.
And it was good that she did so.
She fingers the card, stroking its plastic edges with her fingers. The daisy, also a symbol of loyal love. It was given to her the first time she told her she loved Santana. More than sixty years later, she said the same words, just before she took her final breath.
She pockets the card, before water seeps into its edges.
She steps forward to the grave, and lays down a red rose, Santana’s favorite flower.
A symbol of beauty, passion; deep love, immortal love.
She allows a tear to fall; it mingles with water from the heavens, on top of the ground where Santana laid. She does not allow any other tears. What’s the use of crying?
She says goodbye, the words lost as they are carried by the breeze.
It won’t be too long before it’s her time.
Finally, she’ll meet her, once again.