Haha, I did write Brittany/Santana fic! Sadly, it's not in posting-quality yet as I started writing it pre-hiatus, and have only really just started looking at it again. The quality of the stuff out there (and glee fic generally unfortunately) is pretty sub-par. I mean, there are a couple of gems, but like you said, it's limited. I really do want to finish this one though. I'm finding Glee fun to write for since there's so many lapses in canon, lol. It makes me feel like I have greater creative license.
But hey! Have a very short and raw snippet from my epic brittany/santana fic. Emphasis on the raw.
“You and Brittany?” Quinn asks, eyebrows escaping up her forehead. Santana rolls her eyes, “Keep up with it, Quinn, Jesus.”
Quinn just snorts. She’s working her way through a tub of ice-cream, spoon tight between her fingers. It’s totally going to go straight to her waistline, but it’s not like it wasn’t already growing quick anyway. Santana just hopes that Quinn realises the more she eats now, the harder she’s going to have to work to get the weight off again when she pops the thing out. She fiddles with her own shirt subconsciously, flattens it at her own belly.
“Do you like her?”
“Duh,” Santana says, “She’s like, my best friend.”
“You know what I meant, S, don’t even pretend like you didn’t.”
Santana rolls her eyes, scowls, looks out the window. She’s starting to wish they weren’t at her house. There’s nowhere to escape to here.
Quinn just looks at her, stands up, and shoves Santana over. “Move,” she says, and Santana sighs, but pushes over until they’re both lying down in her bed.
“I’m not sure what you want me to say.” Quinn mumbles, but she puts her arms around Santana’s skinny frame, tight enough that Santana can feel Quinn’s belly pushing against her back. It’s hard, and kind of weird. Santana’s sister never let her get this close when she was pregnant. Something about osmosis and Santana being too mean.
“Nothing. You’re hardly the right person to go to for romantic advice.”
Quinn sighs, strained. Santana doesn’t mean to be such a bitch all the time, not really.
Haha, thank you! It's really rough still, but I am liking the direction it's heading in, so that's a good sign. I'm probably going to start work again on it soon. I have 4 massive assignments for uni due in the next two weeks though, so it might have to wait. :)
But hey! Have a very short and raw snippet from my epic brittany/santana fic. Emphasis on the raw.
“You and Brittany?” Quinn asks, eyebrows escaping up her forehead. Santana rolls her eyes, “Keep up with it, Quinn, Jesus.”
Quinn just snorts. She’s working her way through a tub of ice-cream, spoon tight between her fingers. It’s totally going to go straight to her waistline, but it’s not like it wasn’t already growing quick anyway. Santana just hopes that Quinn realises the more she eats now, the harder she’s going to have to work to get the weight off again when she pops the thing out. She fiddles with her own shirt subconsciously, flattens it at her own belly.
“Do you like her?”
“Duh,” Santana says, “She’s like, my best friend.”
“You know what I meant, S, don’t even pretend like you didn’t.”
Santana rolls her eyes, scowls, looks out the window. She’s starting to wish they weren’t at her house. There’s nowhere to escape to here.
Quinn just looks at her, stands up, and shoves Santana over. “Move,” she says, and Santana sighs, but pushes over until they’re both lying down in her bed.
“I’m not sure what you want me to say.” Quinn mumbles, but she puts her arms around Santana’s skinny frame, tight enough that Santana can feel Quinn’s belly pushing against her back. It’s hard, and kind of weird. Santana’s sister never let her get this close when she was pregnant. Something about osmosis and Santana being too mean.
“Nothing. You’re hardly the right person to go to for romantic advice.”
Quinn sighs, strained. Santana doesn’t mean to be such a bitch all the time, not really.
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You should definitely fix it up and post! I like it already :D
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