Fic: Tea
Title: Tea
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: G-PG
Summary: "Britt...tea kettles don't actually sing, it's a figure of speech."
Spoilers: none!
"Do you think Mr. Shue likes tea?"
An eyebrow rose and the girl sitting between Brittany's legs leaned back "I don't know. That's kind of a weird question, B. Why do you want to know?"
The blonde curled her fingers in Santana's hair, kicking one of her legs absentmindedly and answered "'Cause, tea kettles sing, and Mr. Shue likes singing."
Santana tilted her head back and stared at the girl who continued twining her pale fingers in dark hair. The Latina girl gave the odd blonde a strange look and smiled slightly in amusement.
"Britt...tea kettles don't actually sing, it's a figure of speech."
A small “Oh” was heard and the relaxing lull of stroking fingers stopped. The darker girl pouted slightly at the loss of contact.
“Hey, what's up?” Santana poked Brittany's knee lightly, putting down the magazine she was reading, “Why'd ya stop?”
Brittany looked down from her perch on the bed and smirked, snapping out of her daze “Stop what, babe?” she asked pulling her legs up to sit cross legged on Santana's comforter. All she got was a light glare in return as Santana got up off the floor, only to settle herself on the taller girl's lap and brushing their cheeks together as she leaned in to whisper in the dancer's ear.
“You know very well what you stopped, you brat.” Brittany inhaled sharply as Santana's breath ghosted lightly over her ear. “So, why'd you stop?” the smirk was audible.
Brittany swallowed slightly and grinned,resting her hands on the Latina girl's waist , “You mean me petting your hair? I knew you liked it, San, but I didn't know you liked it THAT much.” The blonde laughed and Santana pouted again.
“I don't like it that much” she mumbled, looking as pissed as possible while Brittany continued laughing.
“Ok, if you say so, S.”
“you're a devious little monster, Britt, you know that? I just wanted to know why you stopped.” Brittany blinked and smiled lightly again.
“I was just wondering why they would say tea kettles sing when they really don't.” the blonde drifted off again, obviously thinking about how strange the phrase was while the shorter girl just looked mildly put out. Santana snapped her fingers in the other girl's face to pull her out of her thoughts.
“You stopped playing with my hair because people make up weird sayings?”
Brittany looked confused for a second before kissing Santana gently. “I guess I did, my bad, S.” Santana just sighed in response and smiled fondly at the girl.
“S'ok, B.” she said before leaning down and grabbing her magazine off the floor.
“Hey, Santana?”
Dark eyes looked up from the page they had settled on, “What, Britt?”
“Can we go make some tea?”
Santana sighed again, “Sure, B, let's go make some tea.”
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: G-PG
Summary: "Britt...tea kettles don't actually sing, it's a figure of speech."
Spoilers: none!
"Do you think Mr. Shue likes tea?"
An eyebrow rose and the girl sitting between Brittany's legs leaned back "I don't know. That's kind of a weird question, B. Why do you want to know?"
The blonde curled her fingers in Santana's hair, kicking one of her legs absentmindedly and answered "'Cause, tea kettles sing, and Mr. Shue likes singing."
Santana tilted her head back and stared at the girl who continued twining her pale fingers in dark hair. The Latina girl gave the odd blonde a strange look and smiled slightly in amusement.
"Britt...tea kettles don't actually sing, it's a figure of speech."
A small “Oh” was heard and the relaxing lull of stroking fingers stopped. The darker girl pouted slightly at the loss of contact.
“Hey, what's up?” Santana poked Brittany's knee lightly, putting down the magazine she was reading, “Why'd ya stop?”
Brittany looked down from her perch on the bed and smirked, snapping out of her daze “Stop what, babe?” she asked pulling her legs up to sit cross legged on Santana's comforter. All she got was a light glare in return as Santana got up off the floor, only to settle herself on the taller girl's lap and brushing their cheeks together as she leaned in to whisper in the dancer's ear.
“You know very well what you stopped, you brat.” Brittany inhaled sharply as Santana's breath ghosted lightly over her ear. “So, why'd you stop?” the smirk was audible.
Brittany swallowed slightly and grinned,resting her hands on the Latina girl's waist , “You mean me petting your hair? I knew you liked it, San, but I didn't know you liked it THAT much.” The blonde laughed and Santana pouted again.
“I don't like it that much” she mumbled, looking as pissed as possible while Brittany continued laughing.
“Ok, if you say so, S.”
“you're a devious little monster, Britt, you know that? I just wanted to know why you stopped.” Brittany blinked and smiled lightly again.
“I was just wondering why they would say tea kettles sing when they really don't.” the blonde drifted off again, obviously thinking about how strange the phrase was while the shorter girl just looked mildly put out. Santana snapped her fingers in the other girl's face to pull her out of her thoughts.
“You stopped playing with my hair because people make up weird sayings?”
Brittany looked confused for a second before kissing Santana gently. “I guess I did, my bad, S.” Santana just sighed in response and smiled fondly at the girl.
“S'ok, B.” she said before leaning down and grabbing her magazine off the floor.
“Hey, Santana?”
Dark eyes looked up from the page they had settled on, “What, Britt?”
“Can we go make some tea?”
Santana sighed again, “Sure, B, let's go make some tea.”