Turn Around Bright Eyes [1/9]
Title: Turn Around Bright Eyes
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: PG13
Summary: She stared at her hand, wondering why it felt so cold.
Spoilers: 1.16
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING.
A/N: Ah, it's been a while since I wrote fic, but I wanted to tackle this pairing for the longest time, So here I go!
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Chapter 1: Remember Back When...
It was a rather sunny day when the two first met. Brittany was running around the playground chasing after a butterfly when she happened to trip and fall. She managed to scrape her knee and in a matter of 5 seconds she finally felt the sting of the blow. Her eyes were ready to water when she held her knees close to her chest.
It was actually getting late around this time. The majority of the children had left for home and the sun made the sky a mixture of purple and orange. Brittany sat there craddling her knee and sniffling through her tears, unsure of what was to happen next. Being 7, and her house being just around the corner, she was at the playground on her own...of course, she thought she was allowed to.
"You okay?" came a rather soft voice. The blonde turned up to meet brown eyes looking down on her with blatant concern. Brittany concluded that she had never seen this girl before, and she also concluded that she had really pretty hair. The pain almost disappeared for a moment.
"I don't think so," the blonde responds quite unsurely. This makes the brown eyed one giggle.
Now trecking behind the brown eyed girl were Brittany's parents along with another set of adults that she did not recognize.
"Thank you Santana for telling us about Brittany still being here," commented Brittany's father.
Santana offered her hand and the blonde accepted it, gently getting up. The two were finally on eye level, Brittany now concluding that Santana was shorter than her and that her hand was very warm.
"It was nice meeting you," said the adults to one another. Brittany took to this example and said the same to Santana.
"Let's play together tomorrow," the brown eyed one insists, giving her a small smile. Brittany concluded from then that she was going to enjoy Santana's company.
It's only 9 years later and the two manage to become tied to the hip.
Glee club has become more and more interesting as the days pass by. And yet, with all the drama going on between the other members, Brittany and Santana find themselves talking in the corner about nothing and everything at the same time.
They're close, so close that skin contact has become nothing but a minor detail. The two look like a newlywed couple in love, or maybe just what they are, best friends. They giggle into each other's hair and their hands tickle each other's arms in sweet affection. It's funny to imagine that Santana was bullying a freshman only 5 minutes ago. The two are entrapped in their own little world, and no one seems to mind.
"Hey I have a small question," and there chimes in the legendary vocal power box.
"What do you want Rachel?" asks Santana in a rather cross tone, opposite to how she just sounded with Brittany.
"Are you two dating?"
There's a silence that goes across the room and Santana finds herself at a loss for words, finding it strange that she couldn't just say 'no'. Brittany looks at her for a moment before answering, Santana interrupts.
"Of course not."
With that everyone returns to their own business and Santana feels the sweat down her neck disappear. She rubs her arm and turns to see Brittany staring at her.
"Like we've said before," she says in a hushed voice, "sex isn't dating." Her throat felt a little dry, and her eyes felt like wandering away from the deep blue ones she was most familiar with.
Brittany simply nods. Not sure what to think.
The man with the margarine filled hair walks in and everyone focuses their attention on the Shuester. Santana reaches for Brittany's pinky but doesn't feel a response.
"Oh whoops," muttered the blonde, she just wasn't paying attention.
Their fingers interlock and are hidden between their chairs. Santana feels safe again, but a little unsure.