fic: pretending
Title: Pretending
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Kurt, Brittany, one-sided Brittany/Santana
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I (obviously) don’t own Glee.
Summary: “You know, you kind of have to kiss me back,” Brittany explains, as if he just doesn’t quite grasp the concept of what they’re doing, “That’s, like, how making out works.”
Spoilers: the promo for 1x18
A/N: ~350 word drabble. This came out angstier than I thought it would.
She pulls away from the kiss. Lips slightly swollen and red, blonde hair cascading downwards, she hovers over him with a frown on her face.
“You know, you kind of have to kiss me back,” Brittany explains, as if he just doesn’t quite grasp the concept of what they’re doing, “That’s, like, how making out works.”
Kurt sighs. Because he understands -he gets this, in theory- really, he does. That’s his problem.
He tries to wriggle out from under Brittany, because he knows the whole thing is hopeless, but she pins him down. She stares at him. Blue eyes that should make his heart flutter or make his knees weak or… no. Blue eyes, blonde hair, and a body that should make him want to, like, bang her or something. (God, he can’t even get straight guy right rhetorically.)
“You know,” she says, ushering him back out of his head, “you can pretend I’m a guy if you want.”
Kurt lets out an indelicate snort, and the frown on Brittany’s face that was once confused turns hurt -no doubt from her idea being scoffed at. “I’m pretending that you’re Santana,” she defends. “It’s not like it’s that hard.”
Now it’s Kurt’s turn to frown, eyebrows furrowed and jaw slack. “Are you and her…” he starts (he doesn’t finish because he doesn’t have to).
"No," Brittany shakes her head. “She’s not…" Brittany sighs. "I mean, I’m not even…" she looks away, "I can’t be until after graduation because of Coach, you know?”
Kurt nods because he does know, and Brittany cups his cheek and kisses him sweetly on the lips in a move that’s meant to be comforting. Though, at this point, Kurt doesn’t know which one of them she’s trying to comfort.
“Here, so,” Brittany sits up for a moment to sweep her hair into a bun before she leans back down, careful to keep a thin layer of air between their bodies. “I’ll just make sure my boobs don’t touch you so you can pretend I’m, like, Finn or something. Okay?”
No, not really.
“Okay.”
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Kurt, Brittany, one-sided Brittany/Santana
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I (obviously) don’t own Glee.
Summary: “You know, you kind of have to kiss me back,” Brittany explains, as if he just doesn’t quite grasp the concept of what they’re doing, “That’s, like, how making out works.”
Spoilers: the promo for 1x18
A/N: ~350 word drabble. This came out angstier than I thought it would.
She pulls away from the kiss. Lips slightly swollen and red, blonde hair cascading downwards, she hovers over him with a frown on her face.
“You know, you kind of have to kiss me back,” Brittany explains, as if he just doesn’t quite grasp the concept of what they’re doing, “That’s, like, how making out works.”
Kurt sighs. Because he understands -he gets this, in theory- really, he does. That’s his problem.
He tries to wriggle out from under Brittany, because he knows the whole thing is hopeless, but she pins him down. She stares at him. Blue eyes that should make his heart flutter or make his knees weak or… no. Blue eyes, blonde hair, and a body that should make him want to, like, bang her or something. (God, he can’t even get straight guy right rhetorically.)
“You know,” she says, ushering him back out of his head, “you can pretend I’m a guy if you want.”
Kurt lets out an indelicate snort, and the frown on Brittany’s face that was once confused turns hurt -no doubt from her idea being scoffed at. “I’m pretending that you’re Santana,” she defends. “It’s not like it’s that hard.”
Now it’s Kurt’s turn to frown, eyebrows furrowed and jaw slack. “Are you and her…” he starts (he doesn’t finish because he doesn’t have to).
"No," Brittany shakes her head. “She’s not…" Brittany sighs. "I mean, I’m not even…" she looks away, "I can’t be until after graduation because of Coach, you know?”
Kurt nods because he does know, and Brittany cups his cheek and kisses him sweetly on the lips in a move that’s meant to be comforting. Though, at this point, Kurt doesn’t know which one of them she’s trying to comfort.
“Here, so,” Brittany sits up for a moment to sweep her hair into a bun before she leans back down, careful to keep a thin layer of air between their bodies. “I’ll just make sure my boobs don’t touch you so you can pretend I’m, like, Finn or something. Okay?”
No, not really.
“Okay.”