Fic: Remember When 8/?
Title: Remember When 8/?
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: PG13. Sexual references, nothing graphic
Word Count: 1315
Summary: Brittany's eighteen...
Warnings: None really
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, blah blah woof woof.
Brittany's eighteen and she's not graduating with her class.
And it's not even like it's some huge surprise to her. She knew that sooner or later drawing ducks wearing sombreros on her Spanish papers, and doing equally dumb stuff in her other classes, was going to come back and bite her in the ass. At least in her mind she has a good reason for goofing off in Spanish - she's been speaking Spanish with Santana and her family since she was four. She just doesn't want Mr. Schue to feel bad that the school dummy can speak better Spanish than he can.
Come to think of it, if she'd just tried harder in her classes she could have done a lot better. Maybe she would be graduating with the others. But it just seemed so unimportant and uninteresting to her. There has always been something better to do than study, like hang out with Santana, kiss Santana, touch Santana. And there's Cheerios. And then there's Glee, which even Santana admitted to liking. With all of that on her plate, who can really blame Brittany for not doing so well in Algebra or something?
Brittany's eighteen and she's going to be a second year senior. She sees the looks of resigned disappointment on everyone's faces. It's hard seeing her parents look like that, but it's worse seeing Santana looking like that.
Santana's eighteen and Brittany's been watching her as she opens letters from colleges, some big ones and some small ones, but Santana doesn't say much about college except that she's going to Lima Community College. She says she didn't get in anywhere else, so she's going to stick around for a year and get her grades up and reapply.
Brittany's kinda angry, because she knows Santana's lying. She's spent enough time around Rachel “Motormouth” Berry to know that the big envelopes are good, and there are big envelopes from places like Columbia, NYU, UCLA and Berkeley stuffed under Santana's bed. Santana thinks Brittany doesn't know about the envelopes. Brittany's eighteen and she might not be graduating but she's not so stupid that she can't put two and two together - they're four. And she's not so stupid that she doesn't make the connection between her having to repeat a year of high school, and Santana putting off getting out of Lima for a year.
So Brittany's kinda flattered, and kinda relieved, because she lies awake some nights thinking about what it would be like if Santana went away to college and left her here. Brittany's already vowed to work as hard as she possibly can to make sure she graduates next year and gets some big envelopes of her own.
It's graduation day and Brittany's sitting in the audience watching everyone else in her class walk across the stage, shake hands with Principal Figgins and get their diploma. It's hard not to cry, and when she sees Mr. Schue sitting with Miss Pillsbury, both of them with tears of happiness running down their faces, she stops trying not to cry. She cries because she's so proud of Santana, but she also cries because she wishes she was up there with them. Even in the hideous red gown and stupid hat Santana manages to take her breath away.
Santana makes her way off the stage with everyone else, the stupid hats are thrown in the air, and it's over. Santana is a high school graduate, and Brittany isn't. She stands, slides along the row of chairs until she's in the aisle, and Santana's holding out her arms, and Brittany doesn't have to think about it, just runs into them, and Santana's kissing her on the mouth, hard and passionate, in front of everyone, and she's never done that before because usually she's all about behind closed doors.
Brittany doesn't question it, just goes with it, wraps her arms around Santana and in between kisses tells her how proud she is, how clever Santana is, how much she loves her.
I love you too, B, Santana says, and Brittany knows she means it.
Johan's ten and he didn't really have to come to graduation because his sister isn't graduating, but he came to see Santana. Johan's had a huge crush on Santana since he was eight, and he picked out a huge bouquet of flowers from the florist, picked them out himself and paid for them with his saved up allowance, picked them out for Santana because he loves her, almost as much as Brittany does.
Santana, Johan says when she he gives her the flowers. Santana, you're so beautiful. And Santana smiles her sweet smile. Thanks Johan, she says sincerely, but I'm not nearly as beautiful as Brittany. And then Santana kisses him on the cheek, and he goes red and giggles and scuffs the toe of his sneaker on the grass they're standing on. And then Santana kisses Brittany, not in a tacky, over the top, Noah Puckerman kind of way, but in an I'm flattered, but I love your sister and that's not going to change kind of way. Johan's ten and he's goofy but he's not stupid either, and he catches on fast, and Brittany can tell he's a little bit sad but he's also happy that Brittany's in love. Because Brittany's so in love it fills her up and takes her breath away.
It's later and they're at the graduation party that Rachel's throwing and Brittany wasn't going to go since she didn't graduate, but Santana insists that Brittany come as her date. They've never done that before, had an official date that didn't involve a mission for Coach Sylvester or some other ulterior motive (see? Brittany's already been studying hard since she found out she was going to have to repeat senior year). Santana hasn't let go of her hand all night, and every few minutes she leans over to kiss Brittany on the cheek, to tuck Brittany's hair behind her ear, to run a soft finger down Brittany's cheek. Brittany's basking in the attention, this is what she's always wanted but what Santana was always too scared to give her.
It's later and they're in Brittany's bed and their clothes are on the floor and they're both catching their breath because wow, graduation sex is the best yet. Brittany asks why, why now when Santana has insisted on hiding for so long. Because it's over, Santana says, they're eighteen and high school is over and none of it matters anymore, none of it but Santana and Brittany. Brittany sighs happily, the bed was too small when they were sixteen and it's too small now, especially now that they have to share it with this love that's suddenly bigger than the both of them, but right now it's perfect.
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: PG13. Sexual references, nothing graphic
Word Count: 1315
Summary: Brittany's eighteen...
Warnings: None really
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, blah blah woof woof.
Brittany's eighteen and she's not graduating with her class.
And it's not even like it's some huge surprise to her. She knew that sooner or later drawing ducks wearing sombreros on her Spanish papers, and doing equally dumb stuff in her other classes, was going to come back and bite her in the ass. At least in her mind she has a good reason for goofing off in Spanish - she's been speaking Spanish with Santana and her family since she was four. She just doesn't want Mr. Schue to feel bad that the school dummy can speak better Spanish than he can.
Come to think of it, if she'd just tried harder in her classes she could have done a lot better. Maybe she would be graduating with the others. But it just seemed so unimportant and uninteresting to her. There has always been something better to do than study, like hang out with Santana, kiss Santana, touch Santana. And there's Cheerios. And then there's Glee, which even Santana admitted to liking. With all of that on her plate, who can really blame Brittany for not doing so well in Algebra or something?
Brittany's eighteen and she's going to be a second year senior. She sees the looks of resigned disappointment on everyone's faces. It's hard seeing her parents look like that, but it's worse seeing Santana looking like that.
Santana's eighteen and Brittany's been watching her as she opens letters from colleges, some big ones and some small ones, but Santana doesn't say much about college except that she's going to Lima Community College. She says she didn't get in anywhere else, so she's going to stick around for a year and get her grades up and reapply.
Brittany's kinda angry, because she knows Santana's lying. She's spent enough time around Rachel “Motormouth” Berry to know that the big envelopes are good, and there are big envelopes from places like Columbia, NYU, UCLA and Berkeley stuffed under Santana's bed. Santana thinks Brittany doesn't know about the envelopes. Brittany's eighteen and she might not be graduating but she's not so stupid that she can't put two and two together - they're four. And she's not so stupid that she doesn't make the connection between her having to repeat a year of high school, and Santana putting off getting out of Lima for a year.
So Brittany's kinda flattered, and kinda relieved, because she lies awake some nights thinking about what it would be like if Santana went away to college and left her here. Brittany's already vowed to work as hard as she possibly can to make sure she graduates next year and gets some big envelopes of her own.
It's graduation day and Brittany's sitting in the audience watching everyone else in her class walk across the stage, shake hands with Principal Figgins and get their diploma. It's hard not to cry, and when she sees Mr. Schue sitting with Miss Pillsbury, both of them with tears of happiness running down their faces, she stops trying not to cry. She cries because she's so proud of Santana, but she also cries because she wishes she was up there with them. Even in the hideous red gown and stupid hat Santana manages to take her breath away.
Santana makes her way off the stage with everyone else, the stupid hats are thrown in the air, and it's over. Santana is a high school graduate, and Brittany isn't. She stands, slides along the row of chairs until she's in the aisle, and Santana's holding out her arms, and Brittany doesn't have to think about it, just runs into them, and Santana's kissing her on the mouth, hard and passionate, in front of everyone, and she's never done that before because usually she's all about behind closed doors.
Brittany doesn't question it, just goes with it, wraps her arms around Santana and in between kisses tells her how proud she is, how clever Santana is, how much she loves her.
I love you too, B, Santana says, and Brittany knows she means it.
Johan's ten and he didn't really have to come to graduation because his sister isn't graduating, but he came to see Santana. Johan's had a huge crush on Santana since he was eight, and he picked out a huge bouquet of flowers from the florist, picked them out himself and paid for them with his saved up allowance, picked them out for Santana because he loves her, almost as much as Brittany does.
Santana, Johan says when she he gives her the flowers. Santana, you're so beautiful. And Santana smiles her sweet smile. Thanks Johan, she says sincerely, but I'm not nearly as beautiful as Brittany. And then Santana kisses him on the cheek, and he goes red and giggles and scuffs the toe of his sneaker on the grass they're standing on. And then Santana kisses Brittany, not in a tacky, over the top, Noah Puckerman kind of way, but in an I'm flattered, but I love your sister and that's not going to change kind of way. Johan's ten and he's goofy but he's not stupid either, and he catches on fast, and Brittany can tell he's a little bit sad but he's also happy that Brittany's in love. Because Brittany's so in love it fills her up and takes her breath away.
It's later and they're at the graduation party that Rachel's throwing and Brittany wasn't going to go since she didn't graduate, but Santana insists that Brittany come as her date. They've never done that before, had an official date that didn't involve a mission for Coach Sylvester or some other ulterior motive (see? Brittany's already been studying hard since she found out she was going to have to repeat senior year). Santana hasn't let go of her hand all night, and every few minutes she leans over to kiss Brittany on the cheek, to tuck Brittany's hair behind her ear, to run a soft finger down Brittany's cheek. Brittany's basking in the attention, this is what she's always wanted but what Santana was always too scared to give her.
It's later and they're in Brittany's bed and their clothes are on the floor and they're both catching their breath because wow, graduation sex is the best yet. Brittany asks why, why now when Santana has insisted on hiding for so long. Because it's over, Santana says, they're eighteen and high school is over and none of it matters anymore, none of it but Santana and Brittany. Brittany sighs happily, the bed was too small when they were sixteen and it's too small now, especially now that they have to share it with this love that's suddenly bigger than the both of them, but right now it's perfect.