(no subject)
Title: Calm Before the Storm
Chapter: 2
Fandom: Glee
Pairing(s): Santana L + Brittany S
Genre: Friendship, Romance, Angst, Comfort
Rated: K
Word Count: 1700
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of it's characters etc.
Summary: Santana and Brittany's back story from when they met right up to high school.
The following week was an important week for the two girls for several reasons. Firstly they had their first English lesson with Santana's tutor the Monday following the parent-teacher meeting, secondly it was Santana's fourth birthday on the Thursday, and thirdly, though they didn't yet know it, Brittany's little sister would be born on the Saturday.
"Mama, mama! Mi maestro está aquí!" Santana's tutor had arrived a little late and Santana and Brittany had been playing in her room with the door firmly shut. Her mother wondered what on Earth such young children could be doing to warrant the need for privacy, little did she know they had been devising a plan, speaking in quiet Dutch whispers so that no one in the Lopez household could know what they were up to.
Santana had been explaining to Brittany, "We have to keep using your words when the teacher is here."
"But why?"
"Because he is Papa's friend and he knows my family's words"
"Then he wont be able to teach us."
"Duh!"
"Don't you want to learn English?" By this point Brittany looked very confused, not understanding Santana's reluctance to comply with their parents' wishes.
"No, the other kids at preschool are stupid and mean."
"Papa said they wouldn't be as mean if we could speak to them..."
"Brittany" Santana looked the blonde girl straight in the eye as she spoke "I don't care about making friends with any of them, none of them know the dances to Britney Spears songs or how to make a daisy chain without breaking the flowers, or how to pet a kitty without scaring it, so none of them can be as much fun as you." she concluded her speech by extending her pinky towards Brittany as though this settled it, who took it at once in her own with a smile that could light up the world on her face.
It was just then that the sound of the doorbell ringing sounded up the stairs, "I think the teacher is here." and Santana called out to her mother.
Before entering Mr. Lopez's study where they would be tutored, Santana's mama took the two girls aside, "Now girls, especially you Santana, I want you to be on your best behaviour, it's very important that you learn when Mr. Morales is here. If you do not, you will be put in to separate classes at preschool and I will make sure of it that it stays the same when you start kindergarten, you MUST learn to speak English. Now go and be good girls for your mamas yes?"
Brittany and Santana shot each other a quick sideways glance before nodding and pushing the study door open, in the middle of the room two tiny desks had been placed with paper and crayons on them and brightly coloured place cards with their names on either one. The girls couldn't read yet but they both knew their name and took their seats somewhat nervously, Santana had met Mr. Morales before but she was still very shy as she made her way to her seat. Brittany on the other hand, sat down with her usual toothy grin on her face.
"Chicas, buenos días." Mr. Morales had been told that Brittany also spoke Spanish, but needed to learn English and that she would be joining Santana's lessons, he was more than happy to oblige as the last few times he had met Santana she'd been so shy she didn't speak a word, it would be much easier to work around that with a second pupil.
"Today you're going to draw me some pictures, I'd really like to see what your favourite animals are, then I can teach you to say a little about them in English, how does that sound?"
Suddenly the confidence Santana had up in her room returned and she smirked at Brittany before replying completely in Dutch, "That sounds fun Mr. Morales but we can already say plenty about cats and ducks in two different ways." To Santana's horror Mr. Morales simply chuckled, "Kat, eh? Now I'm no expert here but I'm sure Brittany will correct me if I'm wrong when I think that is Dutch for cat? The word is almost the same in English. I already know your favourite animals are ducks Brittany, your mitts are very stylish."
Brittany looked at Santana beaming, evidently happy her recovered mitts had been noticed and complimented, Santana simply gawked at her "Now what?", she whispered urgently. Brittany didn't even hesitate to reply, "Now we speak in your words so he can teach us, I think this might actually be fun!" Santana didn't look convinced but feeling humiliated after her plan backfired, she simply conceded defeat and picked up her red crayon.
On the Wednesday it was too cold to go to preschool so Santana woke up to find she had her first snow-day, after a messy breakfast (Her eldest brother had been speaking in English all morning to annoy her because she could only understand little bits of what he was saying, and in her frustration she had thrown her pancake at him, showering the breakfast table with blueberry syrup) she begged her mama to take her to Brittany's house because she'd forgotten to tell her something very important.
"Please Mama! Please!" Mrs. Lopez looked down at her youngest child jumping up and down in urgency with her tiny fists clasped tightly together. "What can possibly be so important that you need to see her at this time in the morning?"
"I forgot to tell her about my birthday party tomorrow!" by now she looked close to tears and her mama couldn't help but laugh, "Oh Santana you are something else, imagine forgetting about your own birthday!" she was about to tell Santana that yes she would take her over to see Brittany but before she could pull her rubber gloves off Santana had already raced out to the car with her mitts in one hand and a folded piece of paper in the other hand.
As her brothers' school wasn't shut that day Santana had to wait an agonizing fifteen minutes while they were dropped off before they began the drive to Brittany's house, to Santana it felt like hours and as soon as the car stopped she struggled to unfasten her seat belt and wriggle out of her booster chair.
"Calm down Santana her house isn't going to grow legs and walk away in the time it takes me to open the child locks." When her door was finally opened Santana jumped down, almost falling over as her feet gripped the snow that lay thick on the ground, "Be careful!" her mama warned before taking her hand and leading her towards the Van Deusens' front door.
Brittany had been watching the snow out the window with longing (she wasn't allowed to go out and play until after lunch) and had seen Santana's car pull up, she had recognized the sticker on the back window instantly ("Baby on board" with a wobbly red cross through the "Baby" which a horrified Santana had scrawled there within an hour of learning what that particular English word meant) and ran down the stairs as fast as she could to open the door for Santana and her mother.
However she was too small to open their front door and had to wait for her mother to open it for her, as soon as she did Santana, who had been facing away from the doorway talking to her mama, turned round a little too quickly and tripped over the threshold. The two parents held their breath while they waited to see if Santana would cry, but she simply scowled at her own feet as though they were at fault as Brittany hauled her friend upright.
"Good morning Mrs. Pierce, sorry to bother you so early but Santana has something important to tell Brittany and I figured you'd be up anyway as the phone call about their preschool being shut today only went out just over an hour ago." She said all this without stopping to breath, clearly worried that she and Santana were intruding on the Dutch family's morning routine in some way. Brittany's mother simply smiled and beckoned them in, "That's quite all right, wont you have a coffee with me? Though I'm afraid all we have is de-caff until after my due date next week. The girls can go up to Brittany's room." Santana's mother smiled, "Yes that would be nice."
As soon as the door was closed the two girls raced up the stairs on all fours, giggling when Santana slipped down a few steps because she still had her mitts on. They burst in to Brittany's room excitedly, Santana tore off her jacket and mitts, impatient to give Brittany the red and pink piece of paper folded up in her hand. "This is for you" She smiled her biggest smile and Brittany couldn't help but smile back even though she had no idea what the other girl was presenting to her.
"What is it?"
"Open it up and see silly!" Santana could barely sit still she was so excited for Brittany to see her special invitation. Carefully Brittany unfolded the paper till she was looking at a red birthday invitation with cats all over it, the kind you buy from the store in packs, but it was obvious Santana had added her own special touches to Brittany's invitation, there were copious amounts of gold and silver glitter sprinkled around Brittany's name (Santana's mama had to help her with that as Santana could barely write her own name let alone anyone else's) with a bright yellow duck underneath over the bit where it previously said "R.S.V.P".
Brittany squealed with delight and hugged Santana fiercely, "I love it!" Santana bared her teeth in a wide grin "I don't know what the all the English words mean.. but it's an invitation to my birthday party tomorrow, my Papi got me these to give to you and my cousins and some kid who is a 'family friend' but none of them got ducks or glitter on theirs because they aren't special like you are."
Chapter: 2
Fandom: Glee
Pairing(s): Santana L + Brittany S
Genre: Friendship, Romance, Angst, Comfort
Rated: K
Word Count: 1700
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of it's characters etc.
Summary: Santana and Brittany's back story from when they met right up to high school.
The following week was an important week for the two girls for several reasons. Firstly they had their first English lesson with Santana's tutor the Monday following the parent-teacher meeting, secondly it was Santana's fourth birthday on the Thursday, and thirdly, though they didn't yet know it, Brittany's little sister would be born on the Saturday.
"Mama, mama! Mi maestro está aquí!" Santana's tutor had arrived a little late and Santana and Brittany had been playing in her room with the door firmly shut. Her mother wondered what on Earth such young children could be doing to warrant the need for privacy, little did she know they had been devising a plan, speaking in quiet Dutch whispers so that no one in the Lopez household could know what they were up to.
Santana had been explaining to Brittany, "We have to keep using your words when the teacher is here."
"But why?"
"Because he is Papa's friend and he knows my family's words"
"Then he wont be able to teach us."
"Duh!"
"Don't you want to learn English?" By this point Brittany looked very confused, not understanding Santana's reluctance to comply with their parents' wishes.
"No, the other kids at preschool are stupid and mean."
"Papa said they wouldn't be as mean if we could speak to them..."
"Brittany" Santana looked the blonde girl straight in the eye as she spoke "I don't care about making friends with any of them, none of them know the dances to Britney Spears songs or how to make a daisy chain without breaking the flowers, or how to pet a kitty without scaring it, so none of them can be as much fun as you." she concluded her speech by extending her pinky towards Brittany as though this settled it, who took it at once in her own with a smile that could light up the world on her face.
It was just then that the sound of the doorbell ringing sounded up the stairs, "I think the teacher is here." and Santana called out to her mother.
Before entering Mr. Lopez's study where they would be tutored, Santana's mama took the two girls aside, "Now girls, especially you Santana, I want you to be on your best behaviour, it's very important that you learn when Mr. Morales is here. If you do not, you will be put in to separate classes at preschool and I will make sure of it that it stays the same when you start kindergarten, you MUST learn to speak English. Now go and be good girls for your mamas yes?"
Brittany and Santana shot each other a quick sideways glance before nodding and pushing the study door open, in the middle of the room two tiny desks had been placed with paper and crayons on them and brightly coloured place cards with their names on either one. The girls couldn't read yet but they both knew their name and took their seats somewhat nervously, Santana had met Mr. Morales before but she was still very shy as she made her way to her seat. Brittany on the other hand, sat down with her usual toothy grin on her face.
"Chicas, buenos días." Mr. Morales had been told that Brittany also spoke Spanish, but needed to learn English and that she would be joining Santana's lessons, he was more than happy to oblige as the last few times he had met Santana she'd been so shy she didn't speak a word, it would be much easier to work around that with a second pupil.
"Today you're going to draw me some pictures, I'd really like to see what your favourite animals are, then I can teach you to say a little about them in English, how does that sound?"
Suddenly the confidence Santana had up in her room returned and she smirked at Brittany before replying completely in Dutch, "That sounds fun Mr. Morales but we can already say plenty about cats and ducks in two different ways." To Santana's horror Mr. Morales simply chuckled, "Kat, eh? Now I'm no expert here but I'm sure Brittany will correct me if I'm wrong when I think that is Dutch for cat? The word is almost the same in English. I already know your favourite animals are ducks Brittany, your mitts are very stylish."
Brittany looked at Santana beaming, evidently happy her recovered mitts had been noticed and complimented, Santana simply gawked at her "Now what?", she whispered urgently. Brittany didn't even hesitate to reply, "Now we speak in your words so he can teach us, I think this might actually be fun!" Santana didn't look convinced but feeling humiliated after her plan backfired, she simply conceded defeat and picked up her red crayon.
On the Wednesday it was too cold to go to preschool so Santana woke up to find she had her first snow-day, after a messy breakfast (Her eldest brother had been speaking in English all morning to annoy her because she could only understand little bits of what he was saying, and in her frustration she had thrown her pancake at him, showering the breakfast table with blueberry syrup) she begged her mama to take her to Brittany's house because she'd forgotten to tell her something very important.
"Please Mama! Please!" Mrs. Lopez looked down at her youngest child jumping up and down in urgency with her tiny fists clasped tightly together. "What can possibly be so important that you need to see her at this time in the morning?"
"I forgot to tell her about my birthday party tomorrow!" by now she looked close to tears and her mama couldn't help but laugh, "Oh Santana you are something else, imagine forgetting about your own birthday!" she was about to tell Santana that yes she would take her over to see Brittany but before she could pull her rubber gloves off Santana had already raced out to the car with her mitts in one hand and a folded piece of paper in the other hand.
As her brothers' school wasn't shut that day Santana had to wait an agonizing fifteen minutes while they were dropped off before they began the drive to Brittany's house, to Santana it felt like hours and as soon as the car stopped she struggled to unfasten her seat belt and wriggle out of her booster chair.
"Calm down Santana her house isn't going to grow legs and walk away in the time it takes me to open the child locks." When her door was finally opened Santana jumped down, almost falling over as her feet gripped the snow that lay thick on the ground, "Be careful!" her mama warned before taking her hand and leading her towards the Van Deusens' front door.
Brittany had been watching the snow out the window with longing (she wasn't allowed to go out and play until after lunch) and had seen Santana's car pull up, she had recognized the sticker on the back window instantly ("Baby on board" with a wobbly red cross through the "Baby" which a horrified Santana had scrawled there within an hour of learning what that particular English word meant) and ran down the stairs as fast as she could to open the door for Santana and her mother.
However she was too small to open their front door and had to wait for her mother to open it for her, as soon as she did Santana, who had been facing away from the doorway talking to her mama, turned round a little too quickly and tripped over the threshold. The two parents held their breath while they waited to see if Santana would cry, but she simply scowled at her own feet as though they were at fault as Brittany hauled her friend upright.
"Good morning Mrs. Pierce, sorry to bother you so early but Santana has something important to tell Brittany and I figured you'd be up anyway as the phone call about their preschool being shut today only went out just over an hour ago." She said all this without stopping to breath, clearly worried that she and Santana were intruding on the Dutch family's morning routine in some way. Brittany's mother simply smiled and beckoned them in, "That's quite all right, wont you have a coffee with me? Though I'm afraid all we have is de-caff until after my due date next week. The girls can go up to Brittany's room." Santana's mother smiled, "Yes that would be nice."
As soon as the door was closed the two girls raced up the stairs on all fours, giggling when Santana slipped down a few steps because she still had her mitts on. They burst in to Brittany's room excitedly, Santana tore off her jacket and mitts, impatient to give Brittany the red and pink piece of paper folded up in her hand. "This is for you" She smiled her biggest smile and Brittany couldn't help but smile back even though she had no idea what the other girl was presenting to her.
"What is it?"
"Open it up and see silly!" Santana could barely sit still she was so excited for Brittany to see her special invitation. Carefully Brittany unfolded the paper till she was looking at a red birthday invitation with cats all over it, the kind you buy from the store in packs, but it was obvious Santana had added her own special touches to Brittany's invitation, there were copious amounts of gold and silver glitter sprinkled around Brittany's name (Santana's mama had to help her with that as Santana could barely write her own name let alone anyone else's) with a bright yellow duck underneath over the bit where it previously said "R.S.V.P".
Brittany squealed with delight and hugged Santana fiercely, "I love it!" Santana bared her teeth in a wide grin "I don't know what the all the English words mean.. but it's an invitation to my birthday party tomorrow, my Papi got me these to give to you and my cousins and some kid who is a 'family friend' but none of them got ducks or glitter on theirs because they aren't special like you are."