AU Brittana Ficlet: Come On Over Valerie (1/?)
AU Brittana Ficlet: Come On Over Valerie
Totally AU. Based on the clothing they wear during Valerie on Glee Live Tour. It’s 1952. It’s Santana’s POV. I’m writing about something that totally isn’t my style and it’s out of my comfort zone. If you like it, let me know! :)
(I accidentally deleted this the first time.)
She closed her cold razor blade and stuck it back into her jeans pocket. She looked down at her mangled locks in the bathroom sink. She sighed deeply. She really didn’t want to cut her gorgeous hair, but if it meant that she could be with Brittany in public, she would do it a thousand times over. She took the ace bandage lying on the sink and bound her breasts as much as she could, she didn’t exactly have mosquito bites. She slipped on a white t-shirt, one size too large.
She dipped her hand into a large tub of gel and ran it through her hair. She took her comb and slicked her hair back on both sides, making a sort of fauxhawk. She tousled the front of her hair into curls, a bit like that kid Danny Zuko at their rival high school Rydel. She stuck her comb in her back pocket and pulled a leather jacket on. One last look in the mirror and she was outta there.
She crossed the street and noticed a bunch of girls leering and giggling. She was flattered, but her eyes were only focused on the beautiful blonde girl standing by the corner store. Brittany was wearing a yellow poodle skirt with a fitted white blouse. Her hair was pulled back, showcasing her beautiful smile that made her eyes shine. Brittany did a double take when she spotted Santana. Santana walked up with much swagger and wrapped her arm around Brittany.
“Hey, Brittany, who’s the guy?” asked Rachel curiously.
“The guy? Oh. Uhm. The guy. Her-his name is Sam,” said Brittany, swatting Santana’s wandering hand away.
“Sam. Sure. Anyway, I’ve gotta scidaddle. My guy Finn is taking me to the drive-in. He’s so romantic,” said Rachel.
“I bet, see ya,” muttered Santana in a fake-male voice. Rachel rounded the corner and Santana ushered Brittany into the nearest alleyway. She picked Brittany up and pushed her against the brick wall. Brittany wrapped her long legs around Santana and pushed herself against Santana. Brittany’s skirt was pushed up and Santana could feel the blonde’s wetness against her abdomen. It turned her into overdrive. Santana was sucking Brittany’s neck like it was going out of style. Brittany was furiously grabbing at Santana’s neck and shoulders. Santana snaked her hand down between Brittany’s legs and began pumping furiously. Too bad she wouldn’t get to finish her off.
“Hey! You kids! Whaddya think you’re doing?” screamed the local store manager. “This is public. Son, you should be making an honest woman out of her. Get outta here, scram!”
Santana grabbed Brittany’s hand and started running. The two girls were laughing intensely, running towards Makeout Cove where they could finish what they started. They stopped running when they reached a tiny restaurant to catch their breath. Nat King Cole’s “Unforgettable” was playing out of the jukebox. They clung to each other, laughing and kissing gently. Santana was disappointed at being interrupted, but at least her disguise was successful. Now, she could finally take Brittany on real dates, spending real money, and making her an honest woman.