Fic: Remember When 5/?
Title: Remember When 5/?
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: PG - only just. We're heading into them starting to grow up.
Word Count: 1004
Summary: Brittany's twelve...
Warnings: Mentions of "women's problems"
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, blah blah woof woof.
Brittany's twelve, and so is Quinn, and Quinn likes boys. Brittany listens to Quinn every day talking about how cute Noah is, and she smiles and nods, because she certainly doesn't think Noah's cute, she thinks he's a jerk. But Quinn's really mean to people too, when Brittany thinks about it, and a jerk and a meanie go well together. So if Quinn likes Noah, then Brittany's okay with that.
Brittany's twelve, and so is Santana, and Santana likes boys. When they got to middle school they were joined by all the kids from the other elementary school in the area, and Santana likes a boy called Matt, and Brittany smiles and nods, because she doesn't think Matt is cute either. He's nice enough, but Brittany doesn't understand why Santana gets so mushy over him. Brittany takes comfort in the fact that however mushy Santana gets about Matt, she's not nearly as bad as Quinn is about Noah.
Brittany's twelve, and she wishes she was four, six, eight or even ten again, because this was never a problem back then. She thinks maybe she's not ready to be twelve. She's not ready to read at a twelve year old level, even though Santana helps her every night. She can't spell most of the words on the twelve year old vocab lists, and she can't do a lot of the math that the rest of her grade is working on.
She cries sometimes, because she doesn't want to be dumb, and then Santana hugs her and tells her she's not dumb, she's just smart at other things, like loving people and making people happy, and at dancing. Brittany's a really, really good dancer. Even better than Quinn, Santana says, and Quinn's been having ballet lessons since preschool.
Brittany's twelve, and she doesn't think she's ready for today either. Today she's in the bathroom and she's crying because she's a little bit scared and lot embarrassed. Her mom had said this was going to happen one day, but of course, when people tell you something's going to happen one day you never think one day could be today. She understands what's happening, understands why (mostly), but doesn't understand why it had to happen while she was stuck at school, wearing a light pink skirt.
The bathroom door is open and Brittany doesn't want it to, doesn't want to see anyone, but Santana walks in and Brittany changes her mind, she really wants to see Santana, because ever since they were little, once Santana could speak English she was the protector out of the two of them. It doesn't take Santana long to figure out what's happened, because Brittany is wearing a light pink skirt. Brittany asks her what she should do, and Santana doesn't say anything for a long moment, then she turns on her heel and sprints out of the bathroom.
Brittany cries again, because Santana was her only hope for a solution that didn't involve everyone laughing at her, and now she's run away and Brittany's all alone. But Santana's back now - Brittany hears her come through the bathroom door, even though she has her back on it. She sees Santana in the mirror, coming up behind her, but she doesn't see what Santana has in her hands until it's too late and the icy cold cherry slushy has already been thrown all down her back.
Brittany turns around, she's hurt and angry and confused - Santana's her friend, why would she slushy Brittany? Only jerks like Noah slushy people! But Santana has another slushy, and she dumps it all over her own head, and smiles weakly. And now Brittany understands why Santana slushied her - the both of them are covered in red. No one's going to notice a little red bit on Brittany's skirt among all the cherry slushy. Let's go to the nurse, she says, and she takes Brittany by the hand, and Brittany stops crying, because Santana knows how to fix everything.
Once the nurse hears about Brittany's problem, and because of their wrecked clothes, she just calls Brittany's mom to come and get them both. They have to sit on a towel in the back seat of the car, but Brittany's happy she didn't get laughed at (for anything other than being covered in cherry slushy).
What's it feel like, Santana asks, when they're both showered and changed and lying on Brittany's bed watching the Wizard of Oz. Brittany tries to explain it, but she knows she's not doing a good job, and she eventually gives up and changes the subject. She brings up Matt, since that's a good thing to bring up if she wants the subject changed.
Santana can usually talk for hours about Matt, but today she's very quiet. Brittany waits, and before long, in a very small voice, Santana admits that Matt kissed her.
Brittany knows she ought to be excited for Santana, ask her when and where and how it was, but she's distracted by a weird feeling. It feels like she's cold but sweating at the same time, the back of her neck is prickly and her tummy is flip flopping and not in a good way. It feels like she's going to throw up, but she's not sick, and she can't understand why she feels this way. She knows it's not anything to do with her problem - she only started feeling like this when Santana said Matt had kissed her.
Santana can't look at her and she asks if Brittany heard her, and Brittany nods but can't say anything, just snuggles into Santana a little more, because she's suddenly feeling like Santana's very far away from her.
Brittany's twelve and she doesn't like boys yet, and she kind of wishes Santana didn't either.
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: PG - only just. We're heading into them starting to grow up.
Word Count: 1004
Summary: Brittany's twelve...
Warnings: Mentions of "women's problems"
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, blah blah woof woof.
Brittany's twelve, and so is Quinn, and Quinn likes boys. Brittany listens to Quinn every day talking about how cute Noah is, and she smiles and nods, because she certainly doesn't think Noah's cute, she thinks he's a jerk. But Quinn's really mean to people too, when Brittany thinks about it, and a jerk and a meanie go well together. So if Quinn likes Noah, then Brittany's okay with that.
Brittany's twelve, and so is Santana, and Santana likes boys. When they got to middle school they were joined by all the kids from the other elementary school in the area, and Santana likes a boy called Matt, and Brittany smiles and nods, because she doesn't think Matt is cute either. He's nice enough, but Brittany doesn't understand why Santana gets so mushy over him. Brittany takes comfort in the fact that however mushy Santana gets about Matt, she's not nearly as bad as Quinn is about Noah.
Brittany's twelve, and she wishes she was four, six, eight or even ten again, because this was never a problem back then. She thinks maybe she's not ready to be twelve. She's not ready to read at a twelve year old level, even though Santana helps her every night. She can't spell most of the words on the twelve year old vocab lists, and she can't do a lot of the math that the rest of her grade is working on.
She cries sometimes, because she doesn't want to be dumb, and then Santana hugs her and tells her she's not dumb, she's just smart at other things, like loving people and making people happy, and at dancing. Brittany's a really, really good dancer. Even better than Quinn, Santana says, and Quinn's been having ballet lessons since preschool.
Brittany's twelve, and she doesn't think she's ready for today either. Today she's in the bathroom and she's crying because she's a little bit scared and lot embarrassed. Her mom had said this was going to happen one day, but of course, when people tell you something's going to happen one day you never think one day could be today. She understands what's happening, understands why (mostly), but doesn't understand why it had to happen while she was stuck at school, wearing a light pink skirt.
The bathroom door is open and Brittany doesn't want it to, doesn't want to see anyone, but Santana walks in and Brittany changes her mind, she really wants to see Santana, because ever since they were little, once Santana could speak English she was the protector out of the two of them. It doesn't take Santana long to figure out what's happened, because Brittany is wearing a light pink skirt. Brittany asks her what she should do, and Santana doesn't say anything for a long moment, then she turns on her heel and sprints out of the bathroom.
Brittany cries again, because Santana was her only hope for a solution that didn't involve everyone laughing at her, and now she's run away and Brittany's all alone. But Santana's back now - Brittany hears her come through the bathroom door, even though she has her back on it. She sees Santana in the mirror, coming up behind her, but she doesn't see what Santana has in her hands until it's too late and the icy cold cherry slushy has already been thrown all down her back.
Brittany turns around, she's hurt and angry and confused - Santana's her friend, why would she slushy Brittany? Only jerks like Noah slushy people! But Santana has another slushy, and she dumps it all over her own head, and smiles weakly. And now Brittany understands why Santana slushied her - the both of them are covered in red. No one's going to notice a little red bit on Brittany's skirt among all the cherry slushy. Let's go to the nurse, she says, and she takes Brittany by the hand, and Brittany stops crying, because Santana knows how to fix everything.
Once the nurse hears about Brittany's problem, and because of their wrecked clothes, she just calls Brittany's mom to come and get them both. They have to sit on a towel in the back seat of the car, but Brittany's happy she didn't get laughed at (for anything other than being covered in cherry slushy).
What's it feel like, Santana asks, when they're both showered and changed and lying on Brittany's bed watching the Wizard of Oz. Brittany tries to explain it, but she knows she's not doing a good job, and she eventually gives up and changes the subject. She brings up Matt, since that's a good thing to bring up if she wants the subject changed.
Santana can usually talk for hours about Matt, but today she's very quiet. Brittany waits, and before long, in a very small voice, Santana admits that Matt kissed her.
Brittany knows she ought to be excited for Santana, ask her when and where and how it was, but she's distracted by a weird feeling. It feels like she's cold but sweating at the same time, the back of her neck is prickly and her tummy is flip flopping and not in a good way. It feels like she's going to throw up, but she's not sick, and she can't understand why she feels this way. She knows it's not anything to do with her problem - she only started feeling like this when Santana said Matt had kissed her.
Santana can't look at her and she asks if Brittany heard her, and Brittany nods but can't say anything, just snuggles into Santana a little more, because she's suddenly feeling like Santana's very far away from her.
Brittany's twelve and she doesn't like boys yet, and she kind of wishes Santana didn't either.