This is for a prompt at
femslash100 that was already filled, but I had such a strong image in my head that I had to try my hand at this one. I also, as it turned out, had to take a wee break so my muse could take a rest; she had been pretty busy!
TITLE: Feliz Aniversario
AUTHOR:
kerkevik_2014 FANDOM: Glee;
PAIRING: Brittany/Santana;
PROMPT: Anniversary -
requested by
clarahow for drabbletag6
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 250
SUMMARY: Santana has an a celebration in mind for her wife, but not for the reason she thinks.
“What's going on?” Brittany asked before Santana shut the door in her face.
"Solo quédate allí!" Santana shouted; rushing to check everything on the table was ready.
Only then opening the door and inviting her wife in.
Brittany saw the beautiful display on the breakfast table, and was about to make a remark about breakfast usually being her thing; only to be interrupted by her wife pulling out a chair.
As Santana rushed to the refridgerator, she said, “It's only my first day...”
Stopped by the sound of a lighter being used, “... at a new job,” she continued, surprised as Santana turned with a celebration cupcake in her hand.
Santana, face lit up by a single candle, placed it in front of Brittany; kissing her as she did so.
Then she stepped around the small table, rescued from a diner in the middle of refurbishment, and sat down; face all aglow with delighted happiness.
Santana saw a frightened blonde girl arriving for her first day at McKinley High; waiting for a victim to cement her place with the cheerios, everything had changed when she watched the new girl hugging another with Down's and hiding her own terror so well that Santana, later, had often wondered if that was when she fell in love.
As she passed her Santana called out.
"¡ Hola!"
Brittany smiled as she looked down at the cupcake with sudden understanding.
Blowing out the candle she leant over and kissed her wife tenderly.
"Feliz Aniversario, mi amor."
May the Goddess watch over us all,
Kerk TehKek
ps. I'd also like to thank the able assistance of this wee fella, named Yasha, who interrupting my scribbling with little loving nudges, that may have kept me from writing down things I did not intend.
"Thank you, wee man!"