Fic: I Don't Understand Your Need For Boys
Title: I Don't Understand Your Need For Boys
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: PG-13/M (not sure)
Summary: All Brittany ever wanted was Santana. She didn't understand why Santana needs boys.
Spoilers: None
AN: 1st time posting a fic ever! This is un-betaed because i don't have a beta. I hope its ok.
Brittany knew she wasn’t very smart. Sometimes she didn’t understand what was going on. Sometimes people would give her a look. Most of the time she got really bad grades even when she really tried hard. One thing Brittney always knew was that Santana was there for her. They were best friends. They had always been best friends.
They had met in grade school. Everything was so easy back then. They had worried about wether their parents would let them have a play date this weekend, or if they had enough coins to bye an ice cream from the cafeteria.
When middle school came around Brittany was so happy that Santana was going to the same school. They had both made cheerleading team. That’s when she had found her passion for dance. She could tell Santana didn’t quite share the passion but enjoyed it anyway. All that mattered to Brittney was dancing and Santana.
~~
Brittany remembers the day when Santana ran up to her grin on her face.
“Britt” Santana grinned ear-to-ear “you know Tony Walker! He asked me out.”
“Oh” Brittney had responded not understanding why this would bring such happiness “so?”
“So?!” Santana gaped at her “his a footballer! His cute! And his my boyfriend!”
Santana had spent the next month clinging on to Tony. She would cancel last minute on Brittany just to spend time with him. Brittney didn’t understand why Santana would choose some boy over her. Santana was all she needed, that was enough for her, why wasn’t it enough for Santana.
Santana called her in tears
“He broke up with me”
“Oh”
“He said, Emily was prettier”
“Then his a liar” Brittney Informed “your much prettier than Emily”
Things had returned to normal. It was Santana and Brittney again.
~~
“Joey asked me out”
“Luke said I was cute”
“Don’t you like Pete? His hottie. I think I’ll ask him out”
Every time Brittney’s heart ached. Why did Santana need boys. Why was Santana not content to spend time with her.
~~
“Brittany?” called the voice of a boy. Brittany turned around to see James “Your… er.. Your very pretty”
“Thank you” Brittany smiled, it was always nice to be complemented.
“I was… er… I was wondering if you.. if you wanted to… be my girlfriend?”
“N..” she was going to tell him no because well she didn’t want to be his girlfriend. But she had thought of Santana and her string of boys. Maybe she should get a boyfriend. If she had a boyfriend she would be like Santana. “yes” Brittany replied with a smile “I will be your girlfriend”
She had told Santana later who and smiled and told her how James was a good chose because he was cute and on the football team.
There had been many of boys throughout middle school. Brittany had cared about each of them in a way. There where memories first dates and movies, handholding and awkward kisses.
~~
High school brought new challengers. Classes were harder and Brittney just didn’t understand them. Cheerleading meant more that just having fun it meant hard work. Popularity seemed more important than it ever had before. Boys needed more than just kisses.
Santana was in love. In love with a boy on the football team named Harry. Santana told Brittany about him for hours every day. He was by all accounts the perfect boyfriend. Brittany hoped Santana would talk about her like this. Was she the perfect best friend? Santana had called her on the phone and gushed over how she had done it with the boy. How she had lost her virginity. How he had been a gentleman. How it had been perfect. Two weeks latter they had broken up and he was the scum of the earth.
As their first year of high school came to an end there were lots of parties. They were full of football players, cheerleaders and more alcohol than Brittany had ever seen before. Santana had spent the entire party with her mouth attached to some boy. Brittany didn’t even know his name. She wasn’t sure why her chest hurt the way it did as she watched her friend straddle some boy in the middle of the football field.
“Hey” she herd as someone sat next to her on the bleachers. She turned to see Puck sitting there, grinning. She can’t exactly remember why she had followed him behind the bleachers. Why she had been kissing him. All she remembers is how it had hurt as he pushed into her. How she had smiled. She was like Santana. No longer a virgin.
~~
Brittany isn’t sure why she doesn’t tell Santana about Puck. She somehow feels she should have when a few weeks latter Santana is telling her about how he is the best boyfriend because his super hot and such a badass. Brittany wonders if she could be a badass. She doesn’t think she would be good at it.
~~
Santana broke up with Puck. Something about a credit score. Brittany doesn’t understand.
~~
The bottle spins round and round. She watches it enchanted wondering whom it will land on. It stops and she looks up to see Santana sitting there. They slowly crawl into the middle of the circle. Lips are toughing. It’s slow and soft and not like kissing any boy Brittany has ever kissed. It’s warm and sweat, she can faintly taste the cherry chap stick Santana had borrowed. She can feel Santana’s tongue slid across her bottom lip. Its tongue and lips and soft and cherry and something Brittany cant put a name to. Its Brittany and Santana and somehow it seems right.
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: PG-13/M (not sure)
Summary: All Brittany ever wanted was Santana. She didn't understand why Santana needs boys.
Spoilers: None
AN: 1st time posting a fic ever! This is un-betaed because i don't have a beta. I hope its ok.
Brittany knew she wasn’t very smart. Sometimes she didn’t understand what was going on. Sometimes people would give her a look. Most of the time she got really bad grades even when she really tried hard. One thing Brittney always knew was that Santana was there for her. They were best friends. They had always been best friends.
They had met in grade school. Everything was so easy back then. They had worried about wether their parents would let them have a play date this weekend, or if they had enough coins to bye an ice cream from the cafeteria.
When middle school came around Brittany was so happy that Santana was going to the same school. They had both made cheerleading team. That’s when she had found her passion for dance. She could tell Santana didn’t quite share the passion but enjoyed it anyway. All that mattered to Brittney was dancing and Santana.
~~
Brittany remembers the day when Santana ran up to her grin on her face.
“Britt” Santana grinned ear-to-ear “you know Tony Walker! He asked me out.”
“Oh” Brittney had responded not understanding why this would bring such happiness “so?”
“So?!” Santana gaped at her “his a footballer! His cute! And his my boyfriend!”
Santana had spent the next month clinging on to Tony. She would cancel last minute on Brittany just to spend time with him. Brittney didn’t understand why Santana would choose some boy over her. Santana was all she needed, that was enough for her, why wasn’t it enough for Santana.
Santana called her in tears
“He broke up with me”
“Oh”
“He said, Emily was prettier”
“Then his a liar” Brittney Informed “your much prettier than Emily”
Things had returned to normal. It was Santana and Brittney again.
~~
“Joey asked me out”
“Luke said I was cute”
“Don’t you like Pete? His hottie. I think I’ll ask him out”
Every time Brittney’s heart ached. Why did Santana need boys. Why was Santana not content to spend time with her.
~~
“Brittany?” called the voice of a boy. Brittany turned around to see James “Your… er.. Your very pretty”
“Thank you” Brittany smiled, it was always nice to be complemented.
“I was… er… I was wondering if you.. if you wanted to… be my girlfriend?”
“N..” she was going to tell him no because well she didn’t want to be his girlfriend. But she had thought of Santana and her string of boys. Maybe she should get a boyfriend. If she had a boyfriend she would be like Santana. “yes” Brittany replied with a smile “I will be your girlfriend”
She had told Santana later who and smiled and told her how James was a good chose because he was cute and on the football team.
There had been many of boys throughout middle school. Brittany had cared about each of them in a way. There where memories first dates and movies, handholding and awkward kisses.
~~
High school brought new challengers. Classes were harder and Brittney just didn’t understand them. Cheerleading meant more that just having fun it meant hard work. Popularity seemed more important than it ever had before. Boys needed more than just kisses.
Santana was in love. In love with a boy on the football team named Harry. Santana told Brittany about him for hours every day. He was by all accounts the perfect boyfriend. Brittany hoped Santana would talk about her like this. Was she the perfect best friend? Santana had called her on the phone and gushed over how she had done it with the boy. How she had lost her virginity. How he had been a gentleman. How it had been perfect. Two weeks latter they had broken up and he was the scum of the earth.
As their first year of high school came to an end there were lots of parties. They were full of football players, cheerleaders and more alcohol than Brittany had ever seen before. Santana had spent the entire party with her mouth attached to some boy. Brittany didn’t even know his name. She wasn’t sure why her chest hurt the way it did as she watched her friend straddle some boy in the middle of the football field.
“Hey” she herd as someone sat next to her on the bleachers. She turned to see Puck sitting there, grinning. She can’t exactly remember why she had followed him behind the bleachers. Why she had been kissing him. All she remembers is how it had hurt as he pushed into her. How she had smiled. She was like Santana. No longer a virgin.
~~
Brittany isn’t sure why she doesn’t tell Santana about Puck. She somehow feels she should have when a few weeks latter Santana is telling her about how he is the best boyfriend because his super hot and such a badass. Brittany wonders if she could be a badass. She doesn’t think she would be good at it.
~~
Santana broke up with Puck. Something about a credit score. Brittany doesn’t understand.
~~
The bottle spins round and round. She watches it enchanted wondering whom it will land on. It stops and she looks up to see Santana sitting there. They slowly crawl into the middle of the circle. Lips are toughing. It’s slow and soft and not like kissing any boy Brittany has ever kissed. It’s warm and sweat, she can faintly taste the cherry chap stick Santana had borrowed. She can feel Santana’s tongue slid across her bottom lip. Its tongue and lips and soft and cherry and something Brittany cant put a name to. Its Brittany and Santana and somehow it seems right.