Don't You Remember 1/3
Title: Don't You Remember (1/3)
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: PG-13 now, may bump up to R later
Summary: Just how did they get to this point? A series of short fics about how Brittana got their start and how they got to where they are now.
Disclaimer: Not mine, though I wish they were.
Spoilers: Up until 2x15, "Sexy," I suppose. Disregarding everything from 2x16 "Original Song" through spoilers about their future :)
A/N: So, this is my first attempt at Brittana fic, or Brittana anything for that matter. Fic just about 100% inspired by Adele's entire album "21" in bits and pieces. Enjoy, & comments are always appreciated!
Friday nights were always Brittany and Santana's nights. They would watch some bad TV and get their sweet lady kisses on during the boring parts, or during the commercials, or whenever, really. Santana didn't care when, as long as it happened. There had only been a handful of times since their freshman year when Brittany hadn't been able to make a Friday night, and Santana always felt lonely when she couldn't come. Tonight was no different. After three weeks of no Brittany, Santana was starting to go a little crazy.
The idea hadn't always been "let's get together and make out." That had come later. Santana had been the new girl when high school started, and Brittany had been the quiet, dumb one. They latched onto each other instantly and had been joined at the hip ever since. Santana would try patiently explaining to Brittany her science homework and Brittany…well, she was just Brittany. She was sweet with no strings attached, and while Santana gave off the aura of being the Queen Bitch who didn't give a damn what anyone thought, she really envied Brittany. But of course, she would never tell anyone that.
Freshman year went with seemingly inhuman speed, and over that summer, they somehow ended up spending every waking moment together. Santana all but moved into Brittany’s house; It was just Santana and her father at home, and his crazy work schedule left her alone much of the time. To be at Brittany’s house, with its warm charm and Brittany’s mother feeding them every five minutes, made Santana feel like she was really part of a family.
That first summer ended with Santana accompanying Brittany to a Pierce family reunion. Santana felt a little odd bring the only brunette in a backyard full of blondes who looked like Brittany, but she relaxed once introductions had been made and she found that Brittany’s extended family was just like her immediate family: warm and loving and damn good dancers, all of them. Santana was welcomed like one of the family, even though nobody outside Brittany’s immediate family had ever met her. As they were leaving at the end of the day, Brittany and Santana fell behind Brittany’s parents. Walking side by side, Santana reached over and linked her left pinky through Brittany’s right. Brittany jumped a little, then looked down and smiled, giving Santana’s finger a little squeeze.
Sophomore year started, a little more difficult than freshman year. Between Cheerios practice and the always-snowballing piles of homework, Brittany and Santana weren’t able to make as much time for each other as they had the year before. However, once Coach Sylvester charged them with the task of spying on Glee Club, they were both relatively excited, though they would never let Coach Sylvester know. They quickly saw Glee as the chance to be with each other they hadn’t gotten since school started. Although they would link pinkies and walk through the halls every now and again like they had started doing at the end of the summer, neither girl thought about their friendship turning into anything more.
The first time they experimented, it was an accident. Well, sort of. Santana had had what was probably the worst week ever, and by that Friday she was so tired, she could just cry. And cry she did, in the privacy of her bedroom and the security of Brittany’s shoulder later that night. Right in the middle of her rant about how her biology teacher had made her feel like a total moron in front of everyone, Brittany leaned over suddenly and kissed her cheek ever so lightly, blushing fiercely and pulling back instantly.
"Sorry," she said, "you just looked like you needed it."
Santana didn't say anything for a moment. She briefly considered her options: either pretend it hadn't happened or kiss Brittany back.
"Fuck it," she murmured to herself. She reached for Brittany and pulled her in. Their lips met, and Santana felt her entire week just melt away. They melted into each other and the kisses naturally grew more intense, but Santana pushed away from Brittany before they could do anything further.
"Santana, are you all right?" Brittany looked a little more confused than usual.
"Yeah, Britt, I'm fine. It's just…let's not go too fast here. We don’t know what we are, or if we even want to be more than what we are."
"Okay…" Brittany looked a little sad. "Does that mean…we can't do that again?"
"No," said Santana, and she pulled Brittany in again. “We can do this as much as we want…this is not dating, nor does it ever have to be.”
“What isn’t dating? Making out? Because I already knew that…”
Santana laid Brittany down so she was on top of the tall blonde. She dropped a light kiss on her neck and watched Brittany shiver.
“Sex.” She watched Brittany’s eyes widen and a smile slowly spread across the blonde’s face. “Sex is not dating.”
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: PG-13 now, may bump up to R later
Summary: Just how did they get to this point? A series of short fics about how Brittana got their start and how they got to where they are now.
Disclaimer: Not mine, though I wish they were.
Spoilers: Up until 2x15, "Sexy," I suppose. Disregarding everything from 2x16 "Original Song" through spoilers about their future :)
A/N: So, this is my first attempt at Brittana fic, or Brittana anything for that matter. Fic just about 100% inspired by Adele's entire album "21" in bits and pieces. Enjoy, & comments are always appreciated!
Friday nights were always Brittany and Santana's nights. They would watch some bad TV and get their sweet lady kisses on during the boring parts, or during the commercials, or whenever, really. Santana didn't care when, as long as it happened. There had only been a handful of times since their freshman year when Brittany hadn't been able to make a Friday night, and Santana always felt lonely when she couldn't come. Tonight was no different. After three weeks of no Brittany, Santana was starting to go a little crazy.
The idea hadn't always been "let's get together and make out." That had come later. Santana had been the new girl when high school started, and Brittany had been the quiet, dumb one. They latched onto each other instantly and had been joined at the hip ever since. Santana would try patiently explaining to Brittany her science homework and Brittany…well, she was just Brittany. She was sweet with no strings attached, and while Santana gave off the aura of being the Queen Bitch who didn't give a damn what anyone thought, she really envied Brittany. But of course, she would never tell anyone that.
Freshman year went with seemingly inhuman speed, and over that summer, they somehow ended up spending every waking moment together. Santana all but moved into Brittany’s house; It was just Santana and her father at home, and his crazy work schedule left her alone much of the time. To be at Brittany’s house, with its warm charm and Brittany’s mother feeding them every five minutes, made Santana feel like she was really part of a family.
That first summer ended with Santana accompanying Brittany to a Pierce family reunion. Santana felt a little odd bring the only brunette in a backyard full of blondes who looked like Brittany, but she relaxed once introductions had been made and she found that Brittany’s extended family was just like her immediate family: warm and loving and damn good dancers, all of them. Santana was welcomed like one of the family, even though nobody outside Brittany’s immediate family had ever met her. As they were leaving at the end of the day, Brittany and Santana fell behind Brittany’s parents. Walking side by side, Santana reached over and linked her left pinky through Brittany’s right. Brittany jumped a little, then looked down and smiled, giving Santana’s finger a little squeeze.
Sophomore year started, a little more difficult than freshman year. Between Cheerios practice and the always-snowballing piles of homework, Brittany and Santana weren’t able to make as much time for each other as they had the year before. However, once Coach Sylvester charged them with the task of spying on Glee Club, they were both relatively excited, though they would never let Coach Sylvester know. They quickly saw Glee as the chance to be with each other they hadn’t gotten since school started. Although they would link pinkies and walk through the halls every now and again like they had started doing at the end of the summer, neither girl thought about their friendship turning into anything more.
The first time they experimented, it was an accident. Well, sort of. Santana had had what was probably the worst week ever, and by that Friday she was so tired, she could just cry. And cry she did, in the privacy of her bedroom and the security of Brittany’s shoulder later that night. Right in the middle of her rant about how her biology teacher had made her feel like a total moron in front of everyone, Brittany leaned over suddenly and kissed her cheek ever so lightly, blushing fiercely and pulling back instantly.
"Sorry," she said, "you just looked like you needed it."
Santana didn't say anything for a moment. She briefly considered her options: either pretend it hadn't happened or kiss Brittany back.
"Fuck it," she murmured to herself. She reached for Brittany and pulled her in. Their lips met, and Santana felt her entire week just melt away. They melted into each other and the kisses naturally grew more intense, but Santana pushed away from Brittany before they could do anything further.
"Santana, are you all right?" Brittany looked a little more confused than usual.
"Yeah, Britt, I'm fine. It's just…let's not go too fast here. We don’t know what we are, or if we even want to be more than what we are."
"Okay…" Brittany looked a little sad. "Does that mean…we can't do that again?"
"No," said Santana, and she pulled Brittany in again. “We can do this as much as we want…this is not dating, nor does it ever have to be.”
“What isn’t dating? Making out? Because I already knew that…”
Santana laid Brittany down so she was on top of the tall blonde. She dropped a light kiss on her neck and watched Brittany shiver.
“Sex.” She watched Brittany’s eyes widen and a smile slowly spread across the blonde’s face. “Sex is not dating.”