What It Feels Like
Title: What It Feels Like
Author: blueowls
Pairing: Brittana
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Summary: There are things about Brittany that make Santana distinctly uneasy-sometimes they’re good things, sometimes they’re bad things.
There are things about Brittany that make Santana distinctly uneasy-sometimes they’re good things, sometimes they’re bad things. There’s a whole list of things that makes Santana squirm in her seat in Spanish or glee thinking about, one of them being the way Brittany can roll her hips during dancing or sex.
But sometimes, Brittany can make her feel like someone kicked in her in the stomach, although it’s usually Santana’s who’s caused whatever it is to happen, so she can’t really blame that on Brittany. It’s a feeling that’s usually followed by about a day and a half’s worth of silent treatment-because neither of them can go any longer without the other-or awkward apology texts sent at three in the morning.
Or when they’re walking together in the hall only a few weeks after sectionals and they both see Karofsky turn a corner and lumber toward them with a dim-witted grin on his face and a jumbo slushie cup in his meaty hand. They skid to a stop as the space around them in the hall clears, Santana inhaling sharply as kids scatter and run for cover or hide behind hastily opened locker doors.
He’s about three steps away from them and raising the cup when Brittany steps toward Karofsky and her hand flicks out, smacking the bottom of the slushie cup back up toward Karofsky. A violently green lime-flavored slushie-the Tuesday special-explodes out of the cup and hits him right in the face, and he stops dead in his tracks, clutching at empty space as the plastic cup clatters to the floor, knocked right out of his hand.
A deathly silence falls over the entire hall as Santana and the rest of the student body gape open-mouthed as clumps of icy crystals slide down his face slowly and he blinks twice, stunned.
And then Brittany grabs Santana’s hand and they’re flat-out running, a roar of rage echoing in the hall behind them as they race through the crowd, nearly knocking Sylvester down as she steps out of her office to yell at people and they hurtle towards glee, laughing the whole way.
Author: blueowls
Pairing: Brittana
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Summary: There are things about Brittany that make Santana distinctly uneasy-sometimes they’re good things, sometimes they’re bad things.
There are things about Brittany that make Santana distinctly uneasy-sometimes they’re good things, sometimes they’re bad things. There’s a whole list of things that makes Santana squirm in her seat in Spanish or glee thinking about, one of them being the way Brittany can roll her hips during dancing or sex.
But sometimes, Brittany can make her feel like someone kicked in her in the stomach, although it’s usually Santana’s who’s caused whatever it is to happen, so she can’t really blame that on Brittany. It’s a feeling that’s usually followed by about a day and a half’s worth of silent treatment-because neither of them can go any longer without the other-or awkward apology texts sent at three in the morning.
Or when they’re walking together in the hall only a few weeks after sectionals and they both see Karofsky turn a corner and lumber toward them with a dim-witted grin on his face and a jumbo slushie cup in his meaty hand. They skid to a stop as the space around them in the hall clears, Santana inhaling sharply as kids scatter and run for cover or hide behind hastily opened locker doors.
He’s about three steps away from them and raising the cup when Brittany steps toward Karofsky and her hand flicks out, smacking the bottom of the slushie cup back up toward Karofsky. A violently green lime-flavored slushie-the Tuesday special-explodes out of the cup and hits him right in the face, and he stops dead in his tracks, clutching at empty space as the plastic cup clatters to the floor, knocked right out of his hand.
A deathly silence falls over the entire hall as Santana and the rest of the student body gape open-mouthed as clumps of icy crystals slide down his face slowly and he blinks twice, stunned.
And then Brittany grabs Santana’s hand and they’re flat-out running, a roar of rage echoing in the hall behind them as they race through the crowd, nearly knocking Sylvester down as she steps out of her office to yell at people and they hurtle towards glee, laughing the whole way.