fic: pinky promise
Title: Pinky Promise
Pairing: Santana/Brittany, Rachel/Quinn
Rating: G
Summary: Taking a break from angst and going for pure, unadulterated fluff. Enter Little!Brittana and side Little!Faberry. Here be the tale (as I imagine it) of the origin of the pinky holding.
Spoilers: Someone’s eggo is preggo.
It starts, as many things do, with an argument.
For the third time this week, Rachel has refused to slide down the twisty slide with Quinn, arguing “if I wanted a surprise at the end of the ride, I’d wear a blindfold.” Quinn had given Rachel the cold shoulder, and it was becoming a full blown battle as Rachel starts screaming at Quinn to turn around as Quinn turns to slide down the twisty slide for the fifth time in a row while ignoring Rachel. Santana turns to Brittany on the swings.
“Are you sure they like each other?” Santana asks, removing the green apple lollipop from her mouth for a moment before popping it back in. Brittany nods as she twists her swing counterclockwise, preparing for a momentous release.
“They don’t look like it,” Santana frowns, watching as Rachel purposefully shoves Quinn down the slide as Quinn braces herself with her arms, climbs back up the slide, and drags Rachel down with her. Brittany smiles as she lifts her feet off the ground and spins in circles.
“I know ‘cause Rachel told me so at dance class yesterday,” Brittany reveals, her head tilted towards the sky. Santana watches Rachel and Quinn push each other back and forth until Finn and Noah finally pull them off each other and can not help but not be convinced by Brittany’s assurance.
“Britt?” she asks, pulling her lollipop from her mouth. Brittany turns toward her, blue eyes big and shiny.
“Yeah?” She grins.
“Can we not be like them? Can we not fight? And be best friends forever?” Santana asks. Brittany flashes a big, toothy smile.
“Of course!” She replies. Santana holds out her hand, her fist closed except her pinky.
“You have to pinky promise me we’ll always be together.” Santana demands. Brittany smiles and locks her pinky with Santana’s.
“Okay,” she replies as she deftly uses her other hand to pull Santana’s lollipop from her mouth and pop it into her own. Her eyes light up as she rolls the lollipop around in her mouth.
“Green apple! My favorite!” she exclaims excitedly. Santana opens her mouth to protest this blatant lollipop stealing, but when Brittany giggles with glee, Santana shuts her mouth and smiles.
“I know,” she replies, “That’s why I got that one.” Brittany grins, the lollipop stick nearly poking her in the face.
“That’s why you’re my best friend,” Brittany answers. Mrs. Kennan calls the class from the playground and Santana pops off of the swing in perfect synch with Brittany as they head towards the line. Santana is five steps in when she realizes Brittany’s pinky is still tightly locked with hers.
“Uhm, Britt? The pinky promise is over.” Santana murmurs quietly, fighting back a blush as the blonde leans into her, her pinky still clenched tightly with Santana’s. Brittany frowns.
“Why? I thought we were going to be best friends forever,” she pouts.
“We are!” Santana promises.
“But you just said it’s over,” Brittany replies.
“Not the promise, silly, just the part where we hold pinkies,” Santana explains. Brittany frowns.
“I don’t get it,” she states. Santana sighs and smiles.
“It’s okay, me neither,” she admits. Brittany looks at her, her cheek still bulging with Santana’s her lollipop.
“Well, I promised we’d always be together, right?” Brittany says. Santana nods. Brittany holds up their linked hands.
“This way, we’ll always be together, right?” Brittany continues. Santana nods.
“Yeah. Best friends forever.” Santana responds. Brittany gives Santana a big smile and plants a sloppy, sticky kiss on her cheek.
“Yeah. Best friends forever.”
---
“Rachel, stop talking. Your voice is grossing out my baby,” Quinn says, rolling her eyes. Rachel’s nostrils flare.
“I have had it up to here with you, Quinn!” Rachel snaps. “You are so negative about everything!”
“At least I know how to dress myself,” Quinn snaps right back. Brittany lets out a sigh as she and Santana (as well as the rest of Glee) watch the two girls fire insults back and forth.
“You’re positive of what you saw?” Santana asks, raising her eyebrow at the scene. Brittany leans against her.
“Yup. It was definitely the two of them I saw making out in the choir room last week,” Brittany confirms, “I know because you can still see the hickey on Quinn’s neck if you squint.” Santana lets out a chuckle and offers her pinky to Brittany.
“Promise me we’ll never be that crazy?” she asks. Brittany grins and, in a motion that has become all too familiar to them both, locks her pinky with Santana’s.
“Always,” she replies. She pauses for a moment.
“But I can’t promise I won’t make out with you in the choir room,” she adds. Santana laughs.
“Good.” She roots through her backpack with her free hand and pulls out two lollipops.
“Green apple?” Brittany asks, her eyes lighting up. Santana smiles.
“Always,” she replies.
Pairing: Santana/Brittany, Rachel/Quinn
Rating: G
Summary: Taking a break from angst and going for pure, unadulterated fluff. Enter Little!Brittana and side Little!Faberry. Here be the tale (as I imagine it) of the origin of the pinky holding.
Spoilers: Someone’s eggo is preggo.
It starts, as many things do, with an argument.
For the third time this week, Rachel has refused to slide down the twisty slide with Quinn, arguing “if I wanted a surprise at the end of the ride, I’d wear a blindfold.” Quinn had given Rachel the cold shoulder, and it was becoming a full blown battle as Rachel starts screaming at Quinn to turn around as Quinn turns to slide down the twisty slide for the fifth time in a row while ignoring Rachel. Santana turns to Brittany on the swings.
“Are you sure they like each other?” Santana asks, removing the green apple lollipop from her mouth for a moment before popping it back in. Brittany nods as she twists her swing counterclockwise, preparing for a momentous release.
“They don’t look like it,” Santana frowns, watching as Rachel purposefully shoves Quinn down the slide as Quinn braces herself with her arms, climbs back up the slide, and drags Rachel down with her. Brittany smiles as she lifts her feet off the ground and spins in circles.
“I know ‘cause Rachel told me so at dance class yesterday,” Brittany reveals, her head tilted towards the sky. Santana watches Rachel and Quinn push each other back and forth until Finn and Noah finally pull them off each other and can not help but not be convinced by Brittany’s assurance.
“Britt?” she asks, pulling her lollipop from her mouth. Brittany turns toward her, blue eyes big and shiny.
“Yeah?” She grins.
“Can we not be like them? Can we not fight? And be best friends forever?” Santana asks. Brittany flashes a big, toothy smile.
“Of course!” She replies. Santana holds out her hand, her fist closed except her pinky.
“You have to pinky promise me we’ll always be together.” Santana demands. Brittany smiles and locks her pinky with Santana’s.
“Okay,” she replies as she deftly uses her other hand to pull Santana’s lollipop from her mouth and pop it into her own. Her eyes light up as she rolls the lollipop around in her mouth.
“Green apple! My favorite!” she exclaims excitedly. Santana opens her mouth to protest this blatant lollipop stealing, but when Brittany giggles with glee, Santana shuts her mouth and smiles.
“I know,” she replies, “That’s why I got that one.” Brittany grins, the lollipop stick nearly poking her in the face.
“That’s why you’re my best friend,” Brittany answers. Mrs. Kennan calls the class from the playground and Santana pops off of the swing in perfect synch with Brittany as they head towards the line. Santana is five steps in when she realizes Brittany’s pinky is still tightly locked with hers.
“Uhm, Britt? The pinky promise is over.” Santana murmurs quietly, fighting back a blush as the blonde leans into her, her pinky still clenched tightly with Santana’s. Brittany frowns.
“Why? I thought we were going to be best friends forever,” she pouts.
“We are!” Santana promises.
“But you just said it’s over,” Brittany replies.
“Not the promise, silly, just the part where we hold pinkies,” Santana explains. Brittany frowns.
“I don’t get it,” she states. Santana sighs and smiles.
“It’s okay, me neither,” she admits. Brittany looks at her, her cheek still bulging with Santana’s her lollipop.
“Well, I promised we’d always be together, right?” Brittany says. Santana nods. Brittany holds up their linked hands.
“This way, we’ll always be together, right?” Brittany continues. Santana nods.
“Yeah. Best friends forever.” Santana responds. Brittany gives Santana a big smile and plants a sloppy, sticky kiss on her cheek.
“Yeah. Best friends forever.”
---
“Rachel, stop talking. Your voice is grossing out my baby,” Quinn says, rolling her eyes. Rachel’s nostrils flare.
“I have had it up to here with you, Quinn!” Rachel snaps. “You are so negative about everything!”
“At least I know how to dress myself,” Quinn snaps right back. Brittany lets out a sigh as she and Santana (as well as the rest of Glee) watch the two girls fire insults back and forth.
“You’re positive of what you saw?” Santana asks, raising her eyebrow at the scene. Brittany leans against her.
“Yup. It was definitely the two of them I saw making out in the choir room last week,” Brittany confirms, “I know because you can still see the hickey on Quinn’s neck if you squint.” Santana lets out a chuckle and offers her pinky to Brittany.
“Promise me we’ll never be that crazy?” she asks. Brittany grins and, in a motion that has become all too familiar to them both, locks her pinky with Santana’s.
“Always,” she replies. She pauses for a moment.
“But I can’t promise I won’t make out with you in the choir room,” she adds. Santana laughs.
“Good.” She roots through her backpack with her free hand and pulls out two lollipops.
“Green apple?” Brittany asks, her eyes lighting up. Santana smiles.
“Always,” she replies.