I Love New York 6/7
Title: I Love New York part 6
Rating: R
Length: 2056
Spoilers: AU after 2x16 'Original Song'. I don't like the back 6...
Disclaimer: Glee belongs to RIB
Summary: Faberrittana friendship, eventually Faberrittana romance. Established Brittana romance.
Future!fic. The girls are all headed off to New York for college!
International Literacy Day part 1
Brittany was laying in bed thinking with Santana right beside her, still sleeping. She had known since junior year in high school that Santana liked Rachel. After all, Rachel was the one responsible for getting Santana and her back together. But it was only recently that she learned that there was actually... something more there.
Last Tuesday...
Quinn turned to Santana and Brittany. “And you two,” she said, pointing at them. “Can you please get dressed?”
“We could,” Santana replied. “But now that we know that you two are into chicks, how about that foursome?” Quinn's mouth opened and closed repeatedly but no sound came out. Sunshine waved her arms.
“Hey, guys. I'm still here, you know.” Brittany leaned toward Santana's ear and whispered.
“I know about you and Rachel.”
Santana swallowed hard and her eyes grew wide. A split-second later, she had grabbed Brittany by the arm and rushed both of them to their bedroom.
“What do you mean, me and Rachel?” Santana hissed as soon as she got the door shut behind her. Brittany grinned and put her hands on Ssantana's shoulders.
“San, I could taste her lip gloss on you yesterday.” Santana raised an eyebrow.
“And just how do you know what lip gloss Berry wears?” she retorted defensively. Brittany laughed.
“Silly San. I have a perfect makeout record, remember?” Santana stiffened. Busted. Then, it was as if a dam had burst. Emotions that Santana had been keeping inside for so long came rushing out and she broke down crying in Brittany's arms. Brittany was bewildered at this reaction. The only thing she could think of doing was to take Santana in her arms and try to comfort her.
“What's the matter, San? Do you want me to stop talking about it?”
“Um, no. It's just.... I love you Brit. So much. But... I think I'm in love with Rachel too.” Brittany started to reply, but Santana laid a finger on her lips to stop her from talking. “I'm very happy to be with you. And I'm happy that Rachel has Quinn now. I... sometimes I just feel like I want more, you know?” She sniffled. “Please don't hate me.” Brittany hugged her tighter.
“Oh, San. I could never hate you. Everything will be alright, I promise.”
They sat for a moment in silence as Brittany tried to absorb this new development when a thought struck her.
“Since when?”
“Since when what, Britt?”
“Since when have you been in love with Rachel?”
“Um... Since... since junior year. It was several weeks after we broke up. I needed someone and she was there. That was when I really got to know her. That was when we became friends. That was when I realized that I was still capable of love.” Santana's voice trailed off as tears started streaming down her cheeks once more.
Not one more word was said for the rest of the afternoon as the two girls just lay on the bed together and snuggled.
And so, Brittany was pondering, something she didn't do very often. She preferred enjoying life by the moment rather than worry about future problems that didn't exist yet. It was now the weekend after Quinn and Rachel had come out together, so to speak. Their last weekend of freedom before their classes would start on Monday. She needed a plan, of sorts. And this weekend was her last chance to do something about it before they all got busy with school. She sniffed the air. Pancakes. She smiled. Rachel was up. Brittany decided not to wake Santana and headed off down stairs on her own.
Rachel was alone in the kitchen making breakfast when Brittany walked in. She was still wearing one of her oversized t-shirts that she usually wore to bed. Brittany's eyes immediately slid down to below the hem of Rachel's shirt. Wow, she has really nice legs. Rachel was sexier when she was like this, in the mornings. All loose and stuff. It was the time of the day when the diva didn't need to be a diva and was just a girl making breakfast for her family.
Family. Brittany smiled inwardly at that word. Somehow that word fit them perfectly. They had all been in rough spots before, but they all somehow ended up being the best of friends. And now, living under the same roof had brought them closer together than ever before. These three awkward, irritating, delightful, wonderful girls were now her family and she wouldn't trade them for anything in the world. Rachel turned around to face Brittany.
“So, Britt. How do you like my legs?” Brittany's mouth opened but no sound came out. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and tried again.
“Uhh... what?”
“I said: How do you like your eggs?” Brittany blinked.
“Oh, uhm... ahh... green?” Rachel raised an eyebrow.
“Oooookay... would you like green ham as well?” Brittany just nodded vigorously, suddenly struck speechless for no apparent reason. This was new. Usually she didn't care much about what was said in a conversation, but Rachel was a person of words and somehow, that mattered to Brittany. Brittany had always treated Rachel like a sister, but ever since Santana's confession something had changed. She and Santana used to share everything. Clothes, shoes, even lovers. They used to have a very open relationship, which worked for them since they had similar tastes.
But through all of that Brittany had always been sure that Santana loved her and only her. Now it was different. Hearing Santana confess her love for Rachel had caused her to reevaluate her own feelings toward the shorter brunette. She wasn't jealous. True love never did ask for anything in return. Instead she found that she was also harboring similar feelings for the diva. It was a strange feeling, but somehow something within her echoed the truth of Santana's words. It is possible to be in love with more than one person. It was not about not being satisfied with the one you're with. It was about love having no limits.
Rachel herself was starting to wonder at the continuing silence in the room. Normally Brittany was chatty, even in the mornings when most people (Santana) would just sit in a corner and grumble until they got their daily dose of caffeine. Brittany may not be the sharpest tool in the shed but she always had something to say, even if it didn't make sense to everyone. There must be something wrong. She flashed an encouraging smile in the tall blonde's direction before turning back to the kitchen cupboard to get the food coloring for Brittany's breakfast.
It was kind of cute actually, the way Brittany still viewed the world through a child's eyes. Eyes that were full of wonder. Eyes that were such a fascinating shade of blue that she could get lost in them all day. Wait, what? She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. There was no contention that her roommates were extremely attractive, but she had Quinn and Brittany had Santana. That should be enough.
Meanwhile, Brittany was having an epiphany. She was sure that all the girls in this apartment were attracted to one another. Who wouldn't be? They were all hot. And they all loved each other as well. They were like family here. So why couldn't they all just be together? It would make for better sexytimes anyway. The more the merrier, right?
Brittany smirked. She knew now what she was gonna do.
Rachel was just standing, frozen to her spot with her jaw dropped wide open. She had just finished cooking Brittany's breakfast, but when she turned around to put the food on the plate, she caught sight of the tall blonde's face.
She had never seen that sort of smile on Brittany's face. It looked like... like pure evil. It was scary. She cautiously waved a hand in front of the dancer's face.
“Britt? Are you alright?”
Brittany's expression immediately reverted back to normal and she started going on as if there wasn't just an awkward pause and started talking about ducks and ballads and such. But Rachel still couldn't help but think that something was up.
15 minutes later...
Brittany rushed out of the kitchen as soon as she finished breakfast, dashed up the stairs, burst into Rachel and Quinn's room and started jumping up and down on the bed.
“Quinn! Quinn, Quinn, Quinn, Quinn, Quinn!” She yelled at the sleeping blonde. “Wake up, sleepyhead!”
“Go 'way.” Quinn mumbled as she tried to snuggle deeper under the covers. “Sleepy.”
“But Quinnie! I have to find this book!”
Quinn groaned. Since Rachel and Santana hated any form of shopping (except for groceries, Rachel took care of that) and Brittany's literary advancement only extended to the level of Dr. Seuss books and picture books with ducks and dolphins in them, the task of book shopping had fallen to Quinn ever since they moved to New York She sighed.
“What kind of book do you need now, Britt?”
“I don't know yet Quinn. But it's something about a parrot and armor... or something.” Brittany said with a cheeky smile. For once, the taller blonde was only feigning ignorance. She knew exactly what kind of book she was looking for, but her plan also included getting Quinn out of the house for a few hours.
“Fine, just give me some time to get ready and grab some breakfast.” She was not looking forward to this. If Brittany didn't know what she was looking for, then they could be stuck at the bookstore for the whole day. This was supposed to be her first weekend with Rachel. Hmm... Maybe she could distract Brittany with some other book if it looked like it would take too long, so she could at least salvage some of her day and spend it with her new girlfriend.
The door swung open and Santana entered the room. She raised an eyebrow at the scene before her. Apparently, Brittany was straddling Quinn in her bed. Were it not for the fact that Brittany was on top of the covers whilst Quinn was under them, one could almost suspect something … else was going on. Brittany, however, was unfazed.
“What's going on?” Quinn cringed at the Latina's tone.
“Hey, San. Breakfast is ready downstairs. Oh, I told Rachel that you'd go help her with the grocery shopping this morning. Quinn's gonna help me find a book.”
Santana froze in mid-yawn. She blinked. She was going to be spending the morning with Rachel? Alone? Her stomach churned slightly. She still wasn't sure she could control herself around the diva, considering what happened last Monday.
“Great, San! I'm going to go get ready now.” And before Santana could blink again, Brittany had skipped out of the room. That left her standing awkwardly at the foot of Quinn's bed.
“Hey.” Quinn said softly.
“Hey.” Santana replied. “So, um...yeah. Breakfast.” She turned towards the doorway, but before she could take a step forward a delicate hand grabbed her by the wrist.
“Santana, is there something wrong? You've been moping around all week.”
Santana sighed. She gently pulled her wrist from Quinn's grasp. Her skin was still tingling from the touch. Recent events had made life more complicated for Santana. Brittany didn't even know the half of it. Well, actually, maybe Brittany knew three-fourths of it. But there was still one thing that Britt didn't know.
“I'm fine, Q. I just have some stuff to work out. Don't worry, Britt's helping me.” Well, not a total lie. “I promise I'll tell you when I have it figured out.” How do I tell you I'm in love with every girl in this apartment? Yeah, even you. Santana mustered up a weak smile. “Come on, let's eat breakfast. You're gonna need your strength if you're gonna keep up with Brittany.”
A/N: The last chapter is going to be up next week, so stay tuned!
Rating: R
Length: 2056
Spoilers: AU after 2x16 'Original Song'. I don't like the back 6...
Disclaimer: Glee belongs to RIB
Summary: Faberrittana friendship, eventually Faberrittana romance. Established Brittana romance.
Future!fic. The girls are all headed off to New York for college!
International Literacy Day part 1
Brittany was laying in bed thinking with Santana right beside her, still sleeping. She had known since junior year in high school that Santana liked Rachel. After all, Rachel was the one responsible for getting Santana and her back together. But it was only recently that she learned that there was actually... something more there.
Last Tuesday...
Quinn turned to Santana and Brittany. “And you two,” she said, pointing at them. “Can you please get dressed?”
“We could,” Santana replied. “But now that we know that you two are into chicks, how about that foursome?” Quinn's mouth opened and closed repeatedly but no sound came out. Sunshine waved her arms.
“Hey, guys. I'm still here, you know.” Brittany leaned toward Santana's ear and whispered.
“I know about you and Rachel.”
Santana swallowed hard and her eyes grew wide. A split-second later, she had grabbed Brittany by the arm and rushed both of them to their bedroom.
“What do you mean, me and Rachel?” Santana hissed as soon as she got the door shut behind her. Brittany grinned and put her hands on Ssantana's shoulders.
“San, I could taste her lip gloss on you yesterday.” Santana raised an eyebrow.
“And just how do you know what lip gloss Berry wears?” she retorted defensively. Brittany laughed.
“Silly San. I have a perfect makeout record, remember?” Santana stiffened. Busted. Then, it was as if a dam had burst. Emotions that Santana had been keeping inside for so long came rushing out and she broke down crying in Brittany's arms. Brittany was bewildered at this reaction. The only thing she could think of doing was to take Santana in her arms and try to comfort her.
“What's the matter, San? Do you want me to stop talking about it?”
“Um, no. It's just.... I love you Brit. So much. But... I think I'm in love with Rachel too.” Brittany started to reply, but Santana laid a finger on her lips to stop her from talking. “I'm very happy to be with you. And I'm happy that Rachel has Quinn now. I... sometimes I just feel like I want more, you know?” She sniffled. “Please don't hate me.” Brittany hugged her tighter.
“Oh, San. I could never hate you. Everything will be alright, I promise.”
They sat for a moment in silence as Brittany tried to absorb this new development when a thought struck her.
“Since when?”
“Since when what, Britt?”
“Since when have you been in love with Rachel?”
“Um... Since... since junior year. It was several weeks after we broke up. I needed someone and she was there. That was when I really got to know her. That was when we became friends. That was when I realized that I was still capable of love.” Santana's voice trailed off as tears started streaming down her cheeks once more.
Not one more word was said for the rest of the afternoon as the two girls just lay on the bed together and snuggled.
And so, Brittany was pondering, something she didn't do very often. She preferred enjoying life by the moment rather than worry about future problems that didn't exist yet. It was now the weekend after Quinn and Rachel had come out together, so to speak. Their last weekend of freedom before their classes would start on Monday. She needed a plan, of sorts. And this weekend was her last chance to do something about it before they all got busy with school. She sniffed the air. Pancakes. She smiled. Rachel was up. Brittany decided not to wake Santana and headed off down stairs on her own.
Rachel was alone in the kitchen making breakfast when Brittany walked in. She was still wearing one of her oversized t-shirts that she usually wore to bed. Brittany's eyes immediately slid down to below the hem of Rachel's shirt. Wow, she has really nice legs. Rachel was sexier when she was like this, in the mornings. All loose and stuff. It was the time of the day when the diva didn't need to be a diva and was just a girl making breakfast for her family.
Family. Brittany smiled inwardly at that word. Somehow that word fit them perfectly. They had all been in rough spots before, but they all somehow ended up being the best of friends. And now, living under the same roof had brought them closer together than ever before. These three awkward, irritating, delightful, wonderful girls were now her family and she wouldn't trade them for anything in the world. Rachel turned around to face Brittany.
“So, Britt. How do you like my legs?” Brittany's mouth opened but no sound came out. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and tried again.
“Uhh... what?”
“I said: How do you like your eggs?” Brittany blinked.
“Oh, uhm... ahh... green?” Rachel raised an eyebrow.
“Oooookay... would you like green ham as well?” Brittany just nodded vigorously, suddenly struck speechless for no apparent reason. This was new. Usually she didn't care much about what was said in a conversation, but Rachel was a person of words and somehow, that mattered to Brittany. Brittany had always treated Rachel like a sister, but ever since Santana's confession something had changed. She and Santana used to share everything. Clothes, shoes, even lovers. They used to have a very open relationship, which worked for them since they had similar tastes.
But through all of that Brittany had always been sure that Santana loved her and only her. Now it was different. Hearing Santana confess her love for Rachel had caused her to reevaluate her own feelings toward the shorter brunette. She wasn't jealous. True love never did ask for anything in return. Instead she found that she was also harboring similar feelings for the diva. It was a strange feeling, but somehow something within her echoed the truth of Santana's words. It is possible to be in love with more than one person. It was not about not being satisfied with the one you're with. It was about love having no limits.
Rachel herself was starting to wonder at the continuing silence in the room. Normally Brittany was chatty, even in the mornings when most people (Santana) would just sit in a corner and grumble until they got their daily dose of caffeine. Brittany may not be the sharpest tool in the shed but she always had something to say, even if it didn't make sense to everyone. There must be something wrong. She flashed an encouraging smile in the tall blonde's direction before turning back to the kitchen cupboard to get the food coloring for Brittany's breakfast.
It was kind of cute actually, the way Brittany still viewed the world through a child's eyes. Eyes that were full of wonder. Eyes that were such a fascinating shade of blue that she could get lost in them all day. Wait, what? She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. There was no contention that her roommates were extremely attractive, but she had Quinn and Brittany had Santana. That should be enough.
Meanwhile, Brittany was having an epiphany. She was sure that all the girls in this apartment were attracted to one another. Who wouldn't be? They were all hot. And they all loved each other as well. They were like family here. So why couldn't they all just be together? It would make for better sexytimes anyway. The more the merrier, right?
Brittany smirked. She knew now what she was gonna do.
Rachel was just standing, frozen to her spot with her jaw dropped wide open. She had just finished cooking Brittany's breakfast, but when she turned around to put the food on the plate, she caught sight of the tall blonde's face.
She had never seen that sort of smile on Brittany's face. It looked like... like pure evil. It was scary. She cautiously waved a hand in front of the dancer's face.
“Britt? Are you alright?”
Brittany's expression immediately reverted back to normal and she started going on as if there wasn't just an awkward pause and started talking about ducks and ballads and such. But Rachel still couldn't help but think that something was up.
15 minutes later...
Brittany rushed out of the kitchen as soon as she finished breakfast, dashed up the stairs, burst into Rachel and Quinn's room and started jumping up and down on the bed.
“Quinn! Quinn, Quinn, Quinn, Quinn, Quinn!” She yelled at the sleeping blonde. “Wake up, sleepyhead!”
“Go 'way.” Quinn mumbled as she tried to snuggle deeper under the covers. “Sleepy.”
“But Quinnie! I have to find this book!”
Quinn groaned. Since Rachel and Santana hated any form of shopping (except for groceries, Rachel took care of that) and Brittany's literary advancement only extended to the level of Dr. Seuss books and picture books with ducks and dolphins in them, the task of book shopping had fallen to Quinn ever since they moved to New York She sighed.
“What kind of book do you need now, Britt?”
“I don't know yet Quinn. But it's something about a parrot and armor... or something.” Brittany said with a cheeky smile. For once, the taller blonde was only feigning ignorance. She knew exactly what kind of book she was looking for, but her plan also included getting Quinn out of the house for a few hours.
“Fine, just give me some time to get ready and grab some breakfast.” She was not looking forward to this. If Brittany didn't know what she was looking for, then they could be stuck at the bookstore for the whole day. This was supposed to be her first weekend with Rachel. Hmm... Maybe she could distract Brittany with some other book if it looked like it would take too long, so she could at least salvage some of her day and spend it with her new girlfriend.
The door swung open and Santana entered the room. She raised an eyebrow at the scene before her. Apparently, Brittany was straddling Quinn in her bed. Were it not for the fact that Brittany was on top of the covers whilst Quinn was under them, one could almost suspect something … else was going on. Brittany, however, was unfazed.
“What's going on?” Quinn cringed at the Latina's tone.
“Hey, San. Breakfast is ready downstairs. Oh, I told Rachel that you'd go help her with the grocery shopping this morning. Quinn's gonna help me find a book.”
Santana froze in mid-yawn. She blinked. She was going to be spending the morning with Rachel? Alone? Her stomach churned slightly. She still wasn't sure she could control herself around the diva, considering what happened last Monday.
“Great, San! I'm going to go get ready now.” And before Santana could blink again, Brittany had skipped out of the room. That left her standing awkwardly at the foot of Quinn's bed.
“Hey.” Quinn said softly.
“Hey.” Santana replied. “So, um...yeah. Breakfast.” She turned towards the doorway, but before she could take a step forward a delicate hand grabbed her by the wrist.
“Santana, is there something wrong? You've been moping around all week.”
Santana sighed. She gently pulled her wrist from Quinn's grasp. Her skin was still tingling from the touch. Recent events had made life more complicated for Santana. Brittany didn't even know the half of it. Well, actually, maybe Brittany knew three-fourths of it. But there was still one thing that Britt didn't know.
“I'm fine, Q. I just have some stuff to work out. Don't worry, Britt's helping me.” Well, not a total lie. “I promise I'll tell you when I have it figured out.” How do I tell you I'm in love with every girl in this apartment? Yeah, even you. Santana mustered up a weak smile. “Come on, let's eat breakfast. You're gonna need your strength if you're gonna keep up with Brittany.”
A/N: The last chapter is going to be up next week, so stay tuned!