Double-drabble: Always the Bridesmaid
Written for becca_radcgg
Always the bridesmaid
Santana/Brittany
Rated R
200 words
Prompt: Overused cliche always the bridesmaid, never the bride.
To the surprise of absolutely no one, Finn and Quinn get engaged right out of high school.
"Do you think you'll ever get married?" Brittany asks Santana in the dressing room of the bridal shop, zipping up the back of her friend's bridesmaid's dress with a hum.
"Fuck that noise," Santana mutters back, wiggling slightly to let the dress fall around her, "I'll take being a bridesmaid any day. Bangin' party, pretty dress and the all the champagne you can drink, without hassle of the husband. Sounds like my kind of deal, y'know?"
"That's too bad," Brittany breathes, fingering the zipper of Santana's dress gingerly, "I think you'd make a really pretty bride."
"You also think my car is a Transformer. Turn around." Brittany obliges, and she feels Santana undoing the back of her dress, dragging her lips across her shoulder as her hands work their way under the silky peach-colored material. "Chicks like you and I, we don't get married, B."
"We don't?"
"No we don't, but fuck it." Santana licks the soft skin behind Brittany's earlobe as she works her fingers past the elastic band of her panties. "Who needs some cheap fuckin' wedding when I got you?"
Always the bridesmaid
Santana/Brittany
Rated R
200 words
Prompt: Overused cliche always the bridesmaid, never the bride.
To the surprise of absolutely no one, Finn and Quinn get engaged right out of high school.
"Do you think you'll ever get married?" Brittany asks Santana in the dressing room of the bridal shop, zipping up the back of her friend's bridesmaid's dress with a hum.
"Fuck that noise," Santana mutters back, wiggling slightly to let the dress fall around her, "I'll take being a bridesmaid any day. Bangin' party, pretty dress and the all the champagne you can drink, without hassle of the husband. Sounds like my kind of deal, y'know?"
"That's too bad," Brittany breathes, fingering the zipper of Santana's dress gingerly, "I think you'd make a really pretty bride."
"You also think my car is a Transformer. Turn around." Brittany obliges, and she feels Santana undoing the back of her dress, dragging her lips across her shoulder as her hands work their way under the silky peach-colored material. "Chicks like you and I, we don't get married, B."
"We don't?"
"No we don't, but fuck it." Santana licks the soft skin behind Brittany's earlobe as she works her fingers past the elastic band of her panties. "Who needs some cheap fuckin' wedding when I got you?"