Turn Around Bright Eyes [7/9]
Chapter 7: Face
A/N: 8D
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Their pinkies are interlocked and the both of them are talking and giggling about nothing and everything at the same time. A hobby they both thoroughly enjoyed. And a practice that will never become tiring.
The two decided to stop being dramatic and focus on the more important things in life, that being Brittany's inability to hold in her pee. Santana knew from experience that this could turn ugly, so the two go back to Brittany's house and quietly enter the facility. It feels a little dangerous sneaking in like that which makes the event even more exciting. The two forget that they were just crying for a moment and go on a mission to Brittany's room.
Once they reached their destination, Brittany runs to her bathroom and quickly releases herself from the prison of her bladder.
Santana finds herself alone in the blonde's room and examines the walls. It hasn't actually been too long since she's last been there. THe walls are still covered with posters of the latest pop stars and old posters of Nsync and the Backstreet Boys, unerasable crayon drawings from when Brit was a kid, and 2 weeks ago, and what was Santana's favourite part, the wall covered in photos of the two of them.
It was a little shameful, but the two were complete cam whores.
Santana wanders over to the wall and examines the photos closely. While staring at these it's hard to remember a time when brittany wasn't in her life.
Thin arms wrap around her waist and Santana sinks her body into these arms, absorbing the warmth from Brittany's body.
"Can you be my pillow tonight?" the blonde asks bluntly, her warm breath leaving only small goosebumps all over the latina's skin. She nodded her head and the two change into their pajamas, and sink into bed.
The rest of the night is silent and Brittany is spooning the smaller girl. Brittany finds sleep easily and Santana finds herself staring into the dark, thinking. Maybe she should take chances. It was only for a day and both of them were a mess. They needed each other, that much was easy to see. And despite their differences, Brittany being a sweet heart and Santana a cold hearted mean girl, they were like one person when together (especially when alone) As cheesy as it sounds, the two did in fact complete each other and no where outside each other's arms does she feel safe.
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"Where do you live?" asks the reincarnate of Babra Streisand. The two were out on a walk for the past 3 hours talking about girl stuff. You wouldn't really want to know. Somehow they managed to bond as friends without biting each other's heads off. Turns out that when Rachel isn't in front of a huge crowd that she had to impress, she isn't half bad. And it turns out that Quinn is actually perfect in every way.
The blonde didn't really want to answer, but when she turned to face her car Rachel understood.
"What about Puck?" Rachel asks, knowing it was best to avoid mentioning Finn.
"His parents won't let me," she sighs, the two now walking towards the car.
Rachel takes a moment to think about this opportunity. Actually, why shouldn't she just jump on it? Quinn was a good person who is actually keeping her teen baby. There's a lot of respect to come from that and she bets that her dads won't mind a bit.
"You can stay with me," Rachel insists as Quinn begins to drive her home.
Quinn turns to Rachel with her mouth open, ready to say something but nothing coming out in the end. She's a little more than shocked.
"But we're barely friends," the blonde responds, focusing her eyes on the road.
The singer sighs, and takes in the other's response.
"You think that at least," Rachel responds, staring out the window, "You may have hated me all this time but I actually liked you in one way or another."
She wans't implying anything at all.
Quinn sighs and feels the urge to pounce on her offer.
"Just for tonight," she replies, of course she wants to stay. She needs a secure home. Something she hasn't had in ages.
"We'll see about that," the Berry replies, a smirk on her face, "My dads are going to love you!"
A/N: 8D
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Their pinkies are interlocked and the both of them are talking and giggling about nothing and everything at the same time. A hobby they both thoroughly enjoyed. And a practice that will never become tiring.
The two decided to stop being dramatic and focus on the more important things in life, that being Brittany's inability to hold in her pee. Santana knew from experience that this could turn ugly, so the two go back to Brittany's house and quietly enter the facility. It feels a little dangerous sneaking in like that which makes the event even more exciting. The two forget that they were just crying for a moment and go on a mission to Brittany's room.
Once they reached their destination, Brittany runs to her bathroom and quickly releases herself from the prison of her bladder.
Santana finds herself alone in the blonde's room and examines the walls. It hasn't actually been too long since she's last been there. THe walls are still covered with posters of the latest pop stars and old posters of Nsync and the Backstreet Boys, unerasable crayon drawings from when Brit was a kid, and 2 weeks ago, and what was Santana's favourite part, the wall covered in photos of the two of them.
It was a little shameful, but the two were complete cam whores.
Santana wanders over to the wall and examines the photos closely. While staring at these it's hard to remember a time when brittany wasn't in her life.
Thin arms wrap around her waist and Santana sinks her body into these arms, absorbing the warmth from Brittany's body.
"Can you be my pillow tonight?" the blonde asks bluntly, her warm breath leaving only small goosebumps all over the latina's skin. She nodded her head and the two change into their pajamas, and sink into bed.
The rest of the night is silent and Brittany is spooning the smaller girl. Brittany finds sleep easily and Santana finds herself staring into the dark, thinking. Maybe she should take chances. It was only for a day and both of them were a mess. They needed each other, that much was easy to see. And despite their differences, Brittany being a sweet heart and Santana a cold hearted mean girl, they were like one person when together (especially when alone) As cheesy as it sounds, the two did in fact complete each other and no where outside each other's arms does she feel safe.
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"Where do you live?" asks the reincarnate of Babra Streisand. The two were out on a walk for the past 3 hours talking about girl stuff. You wouldn't really want to know. Somehow they managed to bond as friends without biting each other's heads off. Turns out that when Rachel isn't in front of a huge crowd that she had to impress, she isn't half bad. And it turns out that Quinn is actually perfect in every way.
The blonde didn't really want to answer, but when she turned to face her car Rachel understood.
"What about Puck?" Rachel asks, knowing it was best to avoid mentioning Finn.
"His parents won't let me," she sighs, the two now walking towards the car.
Rachel takes a moment to think about this opportunity. Actually, why shouldn't she just jump on it? Quinn was a good person who is actually keeping her teen baby. There's a lot of respect to come from that and she bets that her dads won't mind a bit.
"You can stay with me," Rachel insists as Quinn begins to drive her home.
Quinn turns to Rachel with her mouth open, ready to say something but nothing coming out in the end. She's a little more than shocked.
"But we're barely friends," the blonde responds, focusing her eyes on the road.
The singer sighs, and takes in the other's response.
"You think that at least," Rachel responds, staring out the window, "You may have hated me all this time but I actually liked you in one way or another."
She wans't implying anything at all.
Quinn sighs and feels the urge to pounce on her offer.
"Just for tonight," she replies, of course she wants to stay. She needs a secure home. Something she hasn't had in ages.
"We'll see about that," the Berry replies, a smirk on her face, "My dads are going to love you!"