fic: stupid way of showing it
Title: Stupid Way of Showing It
Pairing: Brittana
Rating: PG
Summary: On the outside cover is a picture of a sad looking dog in a doghouse, and printed on the inside are the words “I deserve to be in the doghouse. I’m sorry. Forgive me?”
Spoilers: This awful, awful spoiler here. Don't read it! Seriously. Don't.
A/N: If you've already read the spoiler, I wrote this to cheer myself up. Hopefully it'll cheer you up too. The second section is unadulterated fluff-for-the-sake-of-fluff.
Brittany does her Spanish homework without getting distracted, without asking any questions, without drawing any pictures, and without looking up at Santana -who sighs and scoots her chair closer to the blonde’s. They’re in the back of the library, so (theoretically) anyone could walk in and see them, but Santana feels bold enough to lean forward and start trailing kisses up Brittany’s neck.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, nipping the patch of skin just under Brittany’s earlobe, and Brittany’s usual response to this is to giggle and drag Santana to the nearest moderately private space to have her way with her, but today all Brittany does is push Santana away and frown.
“Stop it. I’m trying to concentrate.”
“Here,” Santana scowls and snatches the pencil out of Brittany’s hand and slides her worksheet over, “I can have this done for you in, like, two minutes.”
Brittany crosses her arms over her chest and furrows her eyebrows, in an attempt to look angry. However, when she’s really angry, she has a habit of scrunching up her nose, too, and she ends up just looking ridiculously adorable. (Santana makes a note-to-self to remember to teach Brittany how to scowl properly.)
Santana’s expression softens a little, and she sets the pencil down, and tries again to get Brittany to explain to her what, exactly, she did wrong (this time). “Come on, B, really. Why are you mad at me?”
“I’m not,” Brittany answers curtly.
“Yes. You are,” Santana retorts. “You’re barely talking to me and you’ve been, like, avoiding eye contact. You’re mad at me.”
“Wow,” Brittany turns to Santana for a moment, “I’m surprised you were able to stop thinking about yourself long enough to consider someone else’s feelings.”
Ouch.
Okay, so Santana wasn’t really expecting that (because, although she knows Brittany isn’t the angelic retard most people think she is, she never thought Brittany could say something that biting to her). It takes Santana a moment to recover, but as soon as she does, she places a hand on Brittany’s shoulder.
“Hey, I…” she starts, addressing the back of Brittany’s head because Brittany has her eyes fixed firmly on the opposite side of the room. “I’m sorry, okay? Just tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it.”
Brittany doesn’t respond right away, but her shoulders relax a little. She sighs after a minute or two, and she turns to face Santana again, but she stares down at her Spanish worksheet rather than look up.
“You had sex with Finn.” Brittany’s voice is soft, and pained, when she says it, and Santana feels like a bit of jackass hearing it.
So, naturally, she tries to defend herself.
“It… I…” Santana moves her hand off of Brittany and starts playing with her pencil. “Look, it’s not like it was a big deal. I was just helping out a friend, you know that.”
Brittany snatches her pencil back from Santana and grabs her worksheet, and starts filling it out again (or trying to, at least). “Whatever.”
“Seriously, B, sex is- “
“Just sex. Yeah, whatever.”
They sit in silence for a while after that. Santana stares down at her hands, not sure what to do, and Brittany writes “sombrero” as the answer to every question on her worksheet because it’s the only Spanish word she can remember and spell correctly when she’s upset. By the time Santana figures out something to say, Brittany is already shoving her homework into her backpack.
“Seriously, B, really? Don't be like this. It was just Finn. I didn’t think you’d care.” Brittany gets up to leave, and Santana shoots up as well, holding onto Brittany’s arm to keep her from leaving. “Britt, please. I mean, if I would’ve known that you’d care… You should’ve told me you weren’t okay with it. I mean, it’s not like I have feelings for Finn or anything.” Santana pauses for a moment before adding, softly, almost inaudibly, “I love you.”
She lets go of Brittany’s arm, then, hoping that her words will be enough to make Brittany stay, but Brittany frowns (not that Santana can see anything other than a blonde ponytail) and takes a few steps forward.
“Yeah, well, you have a stupid way of showing it,” she says before she walks off.
…
The next morning, Brittany gets a ride from Mike to school. She walks to her locker and frowns when she sees Santana standing beside it. She ignores the other girl, who’s blatantly staring at her, as she enters in her locker combination. When she gets her locker open (after two tries -she has trouble keeping the order of the numbers straight), she’s surprised to see a stuffed animal sitting inside.
It’s a little pink bear, holding a heart with the words “I love you” printed on it. Brittany bites her lip to try to stop herself, but she can’t help but smile when she sees it. She turns to Santana, who’s looking at her hopefully, and Brittany knows she shouldn’t let Santana off the hook this easily. (She’s talked to Kurt about Santana, and he thinks she should just dump her altogether because “sure, I suppose she’s attractive, but, honey, you can so do better than that.”)
But, still, the bear is just so sweet. So, Brittany doesn’t hide her grin when she looks at Santana. “From you?” she asks, and she knows Santana has to try really hard not to respond to that sarcastically -and that’s kind of sweet, too.
“Yeah,” Santana answers. “And there’s a card,” she points out, nodding towards Brittany’s locker.
Sure enough, there’s a card lying just under the teddy bear, and Brittany pulls it out of her locker and opens it. On the outside cover is a picture of a sad looking dog in a doghouse, and printed on the inside are the words “I deserve to be in the doghouse. I’m sorry. Forgive me?” Underneath that, Santana had written a message:
B-
Sorry for being stupid. And for being a jackass. I promise I won’t help any more pathetic boys with their virginity problem, or like have sex with anyone else in general. I figure that’s what got you upset, and I hate when you’re upset. But apparently, I’m emotionally retarded. So the next time I decide to do something stupid that you don’t like, could you tell me you don’t want me to do it before I do it? I promise I won’t do it then (pun intended, I guess).
So, I’m sorry and I love you,
-S
By the time she’s done reading, all thoughts of Kurt and breaking up whatever’s going on between herself and Santana are gone, and she envelopes Santana in a hug (with the card still in her hand).
“I forgive you for being dumb,” Brittany says quietly into Santana’s ear.
Santana smiles (relieved), and wraps her arms around Brittany’s waist, and doesn’t let go (not that Brittany’s complaining). She relaxes into Brittany, and scowls at anyone who dares to give them a funny look.
When they do finally pull away from one another, Brittany grins at Santana before taking the books she doesn’t need out of her backpack and setting them in her locker. “Walk you to first period?” she asks as she shuts her locker door.
Santana shakes her head and offers Brittany her arm. “I’m walking you to class today.”
Brittany loops her arm through Santana’s and giggles, because it doesn’t make a difference -they have the same first period anyway. “Okay.”
Pairing: Brittana
Rating: PG
Summary: On the outside cover is a picture of a sad looking dog in a doghouse, and printed on the inside are the words “I deserve to be in the doghouse. I’m sorry. Forgive me?”
Spoilers: This awful, awful spoiler here. Don't read it! Seriously. Don't.
A/N: If you've already read the spoiler, I wrote this to cheer myself up. Hopefully it'll cheer you up too. The second section is unadulterated fluff-for-the-sake-of-fluff.
Brittany does her Spanish homework without getting distracted, without asking any questions, without drawing any pictures, and without looking up at Santana -who sighs and scoots her chair closer to the blonde’s. They’re in the back of the library, so (theoretically) anyone could walk in and see them, but Santana feels bold enough to lean forward and start trailing kisses up Brittany’s neck.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, nipping the patch of skin just under Brittany’s earlobe, and Brittany’s usual response to this is to giggle and drag Santana to the nearest moderately private space to have her way with her, but today all Brittany does is push Santana away and frown.
“Stop it. I’m trying to concentrate.”
“Here,” Santana scowls and snatches the pencil out of Brittany’s hand and slides her worksheet over, “I can have this done for you in, like, two minutes.”
Brittany crosses her arms over her chest and furrows her eyebrows, in an attempt to look angry. However, when she’s really angry, she has a habit of scrunching up her nose, too, and she ends up just looking ridiculously adorable. (Santana makes a note-to-self to remember to teach Brittany how to scowl properly.)
Santana’s expression softens a little, and she sets the pencil down, and tries again to get Brittany to explain to her what, exactly, she did wrong (this time). “Come on, B, really. Why are you mad at me?”
“I’m not,” Brittany answers curtly.
“Yes. You are,” Santana retorts. “You’re barely talking to me and you’ve been, like, avoiding eye contact. You’re mad at me.”
“Wow,” Brittany turns to Santana for a moment, “I’m surprised you were able to stop thinking about yourself long enough to consider someone else’s feelings.”
Ouch.
Okay, so Santana wasn’t really expecting that (because, although she knows Brittany isn’t the angelic retard most people think she is, she never thought Brittany could say something that biting to her). It takes Santana a moment to recover, but as soon as she does, she places a hand on Brittany’s shoulder.
“Hey, I…” she starts, addressing the back of Brittany’s head because Brittany has her eyes fixed firmly on the opposite side of the room. “I’m sorry, okay? Just tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it.”
Brittany doesn’t respond right away, but her shoulders relax a little. She sighs after a minute or two, and she turns to face Santana again, but she stares down at her Spanish worksheet rather than look up.
“You had sex with Finn.” Brittany’s voice is soft, and pained, when she says it, and Santana feels like a bit of jackass hearing it.
So, naturally, she tries to defend herself.
“It… I…” Santana moves her hand off of Brittany and starts playing with her pencil. “Look, it’s not like it was a big deal. I was just helping out a friend, you know that.”
Brittany snatches her pencil back from Santana and grabs her worksheet, and starts filling it out again (or trying to, at least). “Whatever.”
“Seriously, B, sex is- “
“Just sex. Yeah, whatever.”
They sit in silence for a while after that. Santana stares down at her hands, not sure what to do, and Brittany writes “sombrero” as the answer to every question on her worksheet because it’s the only Spanish word she can remember and spell correctly when she’s upset. By the time Santana figures out something to say, Brittany is already shoving her homework into her backpack.
“Seriously, B, really? Don't be like this. It was just Finn. I didn’t think you’d care.” Brittany gets up to leave, and Santana shoots up as well, holding onto Brittany’s arm to keep her from leaving. “Britt, please. I mean, if I would’ve known that you’d care… You should’ve told me you weren’t okay with it. I mean, it’s not like I have feelings for Finn or anything.” Santana pauses for a moment before adding, softly, almost inaudibly, “I love you.”
She lets go of Brittany’s arm, then, hoping that her words will be enough to make Brittany stay, but Brittany frowns (not that Santana can see anything other than a blonde ponytail) and takes a few steps forward.
“Yeah, well, you have a stupid way of showing it,” she says before she walks off.
…
The next morning, Brittany gets a ride from Mike to school. She walks to her locker and frowns when she sees Santana standing beside it. She ignores the other girl, who’s blatantly staring at her, as she enters in her locker combination. When she gets her locker open (after two tries -she has trouble keeping the order of the numbers straight), she’s surprised to see a stuffed animal sitting inside.
It’s a little pink bear, holding a heart with the words “I love you” printed on it. Brittany bites her lip to try to stop herself, but she can’t help but smile when she sees it. She turns to Santana, who’s looking at her hopefully, and Brittany knows she shouldn’t let Santana off the hook this easily. (She’s talked to Kurt about Santana, and he thinks she should just dump her altogether because “sure, I suppose she’s attractive, but, honey, you can so do better than that.”)
But, still, the bear is just so sweet. So, Brittany doesn’t hide her grin when she looks at Santana. “From you?” she asks, and she knows Santana has to try really hard not to respond to that sarcastically -and that’s kind of sweet, too.
“Yeah,” Santana answers. “And there’s a card,” she points out, nodding towards Brittany’s locker.
Sure enough, there’s a card lying just under the teddy bear, and Brittany pulls it out of her locker and opens it. On the outside cover is a picture of a sad looking dog in a doghouse, and printed on the inside are the words “I deserve to be in the doghouse. I’m sorry. Forgive me?” Underneath that, Santana had written a message:
B-
Sorry for being stupid. And for being a jackass. I promise I won’t help any more pathetic boys with their virginity problem, or like have sex with anyone else in general. I figure that’s what got you upset, and I hate when you’re upset. But apparently, I’m emotionally retarded. So the next time I decide to do something stupid that you don’t like, could you tell me you don’t want me to do it before I do it? I promise I won’t do it then (pun intended, I guess).
So, I’m sorry and I love you,
-S
By the time she’s done reading, all thoughts of Kurt and breaking up whatever’s going on between herself and Santana are gone, and she envelopes Santana in a hug (with the card still in her hand).
“I forgive you for being dumb,” Brittany says quietly into Santana’s ear.
Santana smiles (relieved), and wraps her arms around Brittany’s waist, and doesn’t let go (not that Brittany’s complaining). She relaxes into Brittany, and scowls at anyone who dares to give them a funny look.
When they do finally pull away from one another, Brittany grins at Santana before taking the books she doesn’t need out of her backpack and setting them in her locker. “Walk you to first period?” she asks as she shuts her locker door.
Santana shakes her head and offers Brittany her arm. “I’m walking you to class today.”
Brittany loops her arm through Santana’s and giggles, because it doesn’t make a difference -they have the same first period anyway. “Okay.”