Fic: Blessing in Disguise
Title: “Blessing in Disguise”
Author: mallardeer
Pairing: Brittany/Santana (brief mentions of Santana/Puck, Santana/spoiler)
Rating: PG
Length: 670 words
Author’s Note: Okay, as soon as I finished the first one I posted, I wrote this. This one’s about Santana coming to a decision. Fluff-tastic.
Spoilers: Serious ones, for the Madonna episode. Don’t read further if you don’t wanna know anything.
This was ridiculous. Sleeping with guys she didn’t want. She couldn’t even think of anyone she wanted less than Finn Hudson. Maybe Rachel Berry. Maybe. Sick of berating herself, she got off her bed, pulled on sneakers and her Cheerios jacket, and walked the half block to Brittany’s house. She knocked, still slightly intimidated by her parents, and fortunately Brittany answered. “Hey,” she said, with a smile. “What’re you doing here?”
“Not happy to see me?” Santana asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“I’m always happy to see you, silly,” Brittany grinned, pulling her inside. “But what is the occasion?” she asked flirtily, and Santana felt her knees wobble.
“I wanted to talk to you,” she said, almost breathless. Brittany was still grinning at her, those open blue eyes shining, and her heart started to pound.
“You sound serious,” Brittany worried, frowning. “Did I do something?”
“No!” Santana blurted forcefully, and Brittany just kept frowning. “Look, can we go upstairs or something?” she asked, uncomfortable.
“Okay,” Brittany said, and Santana followed her up to her bedroom. Brittany sat on the edge of her bed, and Santana perched nervously on the desk chair.
“What am I even doing here?” she asked herself, but then she looked at Brittany again, watching her patiently, if a little bemusedly, and she calmed. “I slept with Finn,” she confessed, and Brittany just nodded.
“I know. Everyone knows, San.”
Santana laughed and rolled her eyes. “Of course they do.”
“What? You’re hot. Why wouldn’t Finn brag?” Brittany teased, and Santana felt heat on the back of her neck.
“It doesn’t bother you?” she asked hesitantly, and Brittany shrugged.
“Sex isn’t dating, right?” she said, and Santana had really never regretted saying anything more.
“Well. Not necessarily. Definitely not with Finn.”
“Right.” Brittany kept watching her, and Santana started to fidget.
“What if it was?” she asked.
“What if what was what? Santana-” she sighed.
“What if sex was dating?” she asked, the words tumbling out before she could stop them.
Brittany raised her eyebrows. “With Finn?”
“No! I just said not with Finn,” Santana muttered, frustrated.
“Puck?”
“Of course not Puck!”
“Then-wh-me?” Brittany asked, and the disbelief in her voice nearly shattered Santana’s heart.
“Yeah. You,” she said gruffly, staring intently at the carpet.
“You. Want to date me?” Brittany’s voice was little more than a squeak, and Santana got up abruptly.
“I’m sorry. Look, I thought this-that you felt it… I’m sorry, Britt. Forget I said anything,” she said, heading for the door, but before she could take a step Brittany’s hand was around her wrist.
“Don’t leave,” Brittany said softly.
Santana stood still, head hanging, refusing to turn back to her best friend. “Santana, can you look at me, please? I don’t like talking to your back.”
That got the smallest of smiles out of Santana, and she shifted so that the other girl could see her face. “I didn’t expect you to ever say that,” Brittany said quietly. “I thought we were just having fun.”
“Oh.” Santana felt like she couldn’t breathe. If this was what being honest with her feelings got her, then she might as well just stick to sleeping with guys she didn’t want.
“Hey, don’t look like that,” Brittany reproached. “I like you, Santana. I’d really like to try to date you.”
“Really?” Santana asked, unable to hide the desperate hope in her voice.
Brittany tugged on her wrist till she was sitting on the bed beside her. “Of course,” she whispered, and Santana let her head fall to the taller girl’s shoulder. “Did Finn finally put you off guys forever?” she couldn’t help but tease, and Santana groaned, laughing into Brittany’s hair.
“You could say that,” she murmured, and Brittany grinned and kissed her.
“I’ll have to thank him, then,” she said, watching those dark eyes she knew so well, and Santana just groaned again and hid her face in Brittany’s neck.
“Send him a muffin basket,” she suggested, and the two girls collapsed in helpless laughter.
Author: mallardeer
Pairing: Brittany/Santana (brief mentions of Santana/Puck, Santana/spoiler)
Rating: PG
Length: 670 words
Author’s Note: Okay, as soon as I finished the first one I posted, I wrote this. This one’s about Santana coming to a decision. Fluff-tastic.
Spoilers: Serious ones, for the Madonna episode. Don’t read further if you don’t wanna know anything.
This was ridiculous. Sleeping with guys she didn’t want. She couldn’t even think of anyone she wanted less than Finn Hudson. Maybe Rachel Berry. Maybe. Sick of berating herself, she got off her bed, pulled on sneakers and her Cheerios jacket, and walked the half block to Brittany’s house. She knocked, still slightly intimidated by her parents, and fortunately Brittany answered. “Hey,” she said, with a smile. “What’re you doing here?”
“Not happy to see me?” Santana asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“I’m always happy to see you, silly,” Brittany grinned, pulling her inside. “But what is the occasion?” she asked flirtily, and Santana felt her knees wobble.
“I wanted to talk to you,” she said, almost breathless. Brittany was still grinning at her, those open blue eyes shining, and her heart started to pound.
“You sound serious,” Brittany worried, frowning. “Did I do something?”
“No!” Santana blurted forcefully, and Brittany just kept frowning. “Look, can we go upstairs or something?” she asked, uncomfortable.
“Okay,” Brittany said, and Santana followed her up to her bedroom. Brittany sat on the edge of her bed, and Santana perched nervously on the desk chair.
“What am I even doing here?” she asked herself, but then she looked at Brittany again, watching her patiently, if a little bemusedly, and she calmed. “I slept with Finn,” she confessed, and Brittany just nodded.
“I know. Everyone knows, San.”
Santana laughed and rolled her eyes. “Of course they do.”
“What? You’re hot. Why wouldn’t Finn brag?” Brittany teased, and Santana felt heat on the back of her neck.
“It doesn’t bother you?” she asked hesitantly, and Brittany shrugged.
“Sex isn’t dating, right?” she said, and Santana had really never regretted saying anything more.
“Well. Not necessarily. Definitely not with Finn.”
“Right.” Brittany kept watching her, and Santana started to fidget.
“What if it was?” she asked.
“What if what was what? Santana-” she sighed.
“What if sex was dating?” she asked, the words tumbling out before she could stop them.
Brittany raised her eyebrows. “With Finn?”
“No! I just said not with Finn,” Santana muttered, frustrated.
“Puck?”
“Of course not Puck!”
“Then-wh-me?” Brittany asked, and the disbelief in her voice nearly shattered Santana’s heart.
“Yeah. You,” she said gruffly, staring intently at the carpet.
“You. Want to date me?” Brittany’s voice was little more than a squeak, and Santana got up abruptly.
“I’m sorry. Look, I thought this-that you felt it… I’m sorry, Britt. Forget I said anything,” she said, heading for the door, but before she could take a step Brittany’s hand was around her wrist.
“Don’t leave,” Brittany said softly.
Santana stood still, head hanging, refusing to turn back to her best friend. “Santana, can you look at me, please? I don’t like talking to your back.”
That got the smallest of smiles out of Santana, and she shifted so that the other girl could see her face. “I didn’t expect you to ever say that,” Brittany said quietly. “I thought we were just having fun.”
“Oh.” Santana felt like she couldn’t breathe. If this was what being honest with her feelings got her, then she might as well just stick to sleeping with guys she didn’t want.
“Hey, don’t look like that,” Brittany reproached. “I like you, Santana. I’d really like to try to date you.”
“Really?” Santana asked, unable to hide the desperate hope in her voice.
Brittany tugged on her wrist till she was sitting on the bed beside her. “Of course,” she whispered, and Santana let her head fall to the taller girl’s shoulder. “Did Finn finally put you off guys forever?” she couldn’t help but tease, and Santana groaned, laughing into Brittany’s hair.
“You could say that,” she murmured, and Brittany grinned and kissed her.
“I’ll have to thank him, then,” she said, watching those dark eyes she knew so well, and Santana just groaned again and hid her face in Brittany’s neck.
“Send him a muffin basket,” she suggested, and the two girls collapsed in helpless laughter.