winter meme uh...because it's worth it
In the tradition of the Halloween meme I did last month, I've decided to do a similar meme for the winter season as it's my second favorite time of year after autumn. So let's get it on like Donkey Kong.
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“You know she’ll come back if we don’t go down there, and I really do have to get Lord Tubbington ready for his meeting. I’m sure the roads are getting dangerous out there with the snow storm.”
“Tubbs will be fine,” Santana laughs. “And your sister is going to raid the kitchen for the next twenty minutes. That’s totally enough time.”
“Santana,” Brittany warns, but she’s laughing and blushing. Brittany always pretends like she doesn’t want it just as much as Santana which would be adorable if it wasn’t like...getting in the way of things.
“Just kiss me a little,” Santana whispers, brushing her nose lightly against Brittany’s and smiling.
Lips spreading into a grin, Brittany holds her tongue between her teeth for a few seconds before pushing upward just enough to hover her lips over Santana’s and pauses there, their breath mingling hotly for a few seconds.
Santana licks her lips, locks her eyes with the blue ones below hers and murmurs, “You’re so hot,” as she runs her hand up Brittany’s side.
“Love you,” Brittany whispers back, her hands finding their place in Santana’s hair.
They put their lips together for maybe two seconds when a loud crash breaks the moment, and Santana’s looking over her shoulder at the open door, peering out into the upstairs hallway.
“We should go check on her. I promised a fort anyway.”
Santana’s about to reassure Brittany that her sister is fine, but just ends up groaning when a shouted, “BeeBee!” reaches their ears, and she gives up, rolling off her girl to sit up and search the floor for her clothes.
“Your sister is a twatblock,” Santana grumbles as she picks her sweatpants up off the floor and steps into them, walking over to Brittany’s dresser to pull out a worn gray t-shirt.
Standing up and getting dressed as well, Brittany just laughs.
“Stop laughing,” Santana whines, pulling her hair up into a ponytail.
“Come on, it’ll be fun. You used to love making pillow forts.”
“Yeah when I was like four.”
“And when you were twelve,” Brittany points out, pulling a tank top over her head.
“That was before I saw you naked,” Santana says, pulling her girlfriend closer by the fabric over her stomach.
Brittany loops her arms around Santana’s neck and grins. “It’ll be fun, promise.”
“It’s a snow day, Britt,” Santana says, her lower lip jutting out against her will. “Your parents aren’t home. Why would I want to spend this day anywhere but in that bed with you?”
Leaning in, Brittany hums a kiss against Santana’s lips. “Because forts are cool. And my little sister is downstairs.”
“Let’s just lock your sister in a closet for a few hours and then we can build a fort this afternoon.”
“Come downstairs, make a pillow fort with me, and then when Audrey gets bored and like goes to sleep or something, I’ll totally go down on you in it.”
Swallowing thickly at the image, Santana just nods dumbly and lets Brittany pull her downstairs.
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Audrey’s in the middle of the kitchen chewing on a string of red liquorice gleefully. Santana looks to an overturned chair and picks it up, realizing it was probably the cause of the crash they heard.
“You can’t have candy for breakfast, brat,” she says, walking over and ripping the liquorice out of Audrey’s mouth. Smirking, she takes a bite out of it and laughs at Audrey’s indignant expression.
The gasp Audrey lets out draws Brittany’s attention, but her girlfriend just laughs and walks over to Santana, grabbing the candy from Santana and transferring it to her own mouth.
“Santana’s totally right,” Brittany tells her little sister even as she chews on the red string in her mouth. “Mom and Dad would be super pissed if I fed you candy for breakfast.”
Santana walks over the to coffee machine in the corner of the kitchen and grabs a mug, pressing a few buttons to get it started.
“Come on,” she hears Brittany say. “Let’s go get all the pillows and stuff for our fort and Santana will makes us waffles.”
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She hears Brittany whisper something to Audrey, and then the sound of scampering feet and turns just as Audrey is whipping around the corner of the kitchen and into the living room.
Brittany stalks forward and plucks the cup out of Santana’s hand, bringing it up to her mouth. “You hate coffee,” Santana reminds her.
“I just want to smell it,” Brittany says with an impish grin. She sets the cup down and puts her hand on Santana’s hips. “There are waffles in the freezer.”
“Britt,” Santana laughs. “You know I have like less than zero domestic skills. I can’t make waffles.”
“It’s super easy,” Brittany says, kissing her quickly, thumbs rubbing lightly at Santana’s hips, right under her t-shirt. “You just like put them in the toaster for a minute or whatever.”
“So then you make them.”
“Okay,” Brittany shrugs. “Will you watch Audrey?”
Santana weighs her options, neither of them really desirable. There are no parents in the house and there’s a bed. Why are they in the kitchen? “We are so getting servants when we grow up,” Santana tells her, moving away to walk towards the living room where Audrey is. That option at least requires less like manual labor than cooking or whatever.
“Can we have elves?” Brittany asks, and when Santana turns she’s got this gorgeous smile on her face that Santana just has to kiss. She walks back over.
“Yeah, Britt,” Santana murmurs against her. “We can have elves.” They can have anything as long as Brittany keeps referring to them as a we, keeps latching on to their future like Santana has.
“Don’t forget your coffee,” Brittany says, handing her the cup after they break apart.
There’s something warmly domestic about the moment and it makes Santana equal parts eager to spend the day doing stupid shit like build a pillow fort and desperate to drag Brittany upstairs and put her mouth against all that skin.
Brittany winks at her with this smirk on her face that has promise written all over it, so Santana just sips at her coffee and walks out of the kitchen and into the living room where Audrey has dragged probably every pillow and cushion in the Pierce house.
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She sits down in one of the armchairs and crosses her legs, picking at her nails while she watches Audrey struggle to build the fort.
“Tanaaaaa,” Audrey whines after her cushion wall falls over pitifully. Kid always had trouble with full names.
“What?” Santana laughs.
“Help,” Audrey demands, stomping her foot a little and pouting.
“I’m good.”
“Please,” Audrey draws out, blinking pleading blue eyes up at her and looking entirely too much like her older sister.
“Fine,” Santana sighs, standing up.
They spend the next few minutes constructing an elaborate fort, sheets drawn up over couch cushions and pillows spread over the ground. The smell of cooking food wafts in from the kitchen, and despite the chilling snow storm Santana can see out the living room window, she feels warm all over.
Brittany walks in just as they’ve finished and wraps her arms around Santana from behind, observing their work.
“Looks awesome, guys,” Brittany says, chin resting on Santana’s shoulder.
“I did it all by myself,” Audrey tells her, standing up proudly.
Santana gives her a pointed look. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Audrey says defiantly, sticking her tongue out at Santana.
There’s really no other choice but to break away from Brittany and pick the smaller girl up, throwing her towards the fort and completely destroying all the work they just did.
Audrey screams out, and Santana just smirks, Brittany laughing behind her, coming up to loop her arm through Santana’s as they watch Audrey get tangled in the sheets of their ruined fort.
“You’re going to have to rebuild that when she gets out of there,” Brittany whispers.
Santana shrugs. “S’okay,” she says. “I like building forts.”
Brittany grins, eyes shining. “I’m going to kiss you all over in it later,” she says lowly.
Flushing a little, Santana returns the smile, and even though Audrey’s letting out this high pitched, “Grosssssssss,” Santana kisses Brittany, soft and sure.
“Happy snow day,” Brittany says quietly.
“Best day ever,” Santana replies before tugging Brittany towards the fort and throwing them both into the pile of cushions, both Pierce girls giggling happily.
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I mean. False. This wasn't even a little bit cute.
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both so freakin cute <3
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