Fic: Remember When 10/?
Title: Remember When 10/?
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: PG15. Sexual references, nothing graphic
Word Count: 1700
Summary: Brittany's twenty four...
Warnings: None really
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, blah blah woof woof.
A/N 1: Now that they're in their twenties, I'm not going to be posting about every second year the way I have been. Not as much changes in two years now as it does in childhood.
A/N 2: I've thought about writing Santana's point of view for the in between years, but as of now I won't be. I think what I have stands fine on its own, and I don't know that I could do Santana's voice justice.
A/N 3: I'm loving all your comments - it's nice to feel so appreciated! Feedback is love, especially when it's specific feedback - nothing better than knowing what the people like so you can give them more of it, lol!
Brittany's twenty four, and she doesn't think life could get any more perfect. She's got a great job - they're actually paying her to dance and sing and act. Her troupe of performers goes around elementary and middle schools and puts on shows that are kind of like public service announcements, but way cooler. Brittany's favorite is the sketch they do about best friends. She always thinks about Santana while she sings her song, and she's getting rave reviews, and one of the teachers asked her if the group had considered recording a CD of their songs.
Brittany doesn't think they're that good, but it still feels good to be asked.
Santana's twenty four and she's a teacher now. It's funny, as much as Brittany thought it was a good idea for Santana to teach, she never could quite picture Santana teaching anything to anyone but her. But she sees the way the kids respond to Santana, and more importantly, sees the way Santana responds to the kids, and it's so beautiful. This, right here, is definitely what Santana was meant to do.
She's at the door of the preschool now, to have lunch with Santana because she has a couple of days off from rehearsals. The other teachers know her and invite her in with smiles, and at first Santana doesn't see her because she's busy with a little boy. He's maybe two, and he's all curly red hair and big brown eyes, eyes which are wide with fright, maybe at all the noise. And Santana's sitting with him, talking to him quietly. Brittany's too far away to hear the words she's saying but she can pick up on the tone, low and soothing. As the little boy slowly warms up to the activity at the table, Santana ruffles his hair gently and gradually distances herself from the table, standing back to watch as the little boy relaxes.
God, Santana's so damn good with kids, and Brittany's sure no one who knew them in high school would believe a word of this. Santana turns and sees Brittany, and Brittany watches her eyes light up. Brittany knows her face looks just the same.
One day Brittany notices something different. The cheap sterling silver ring that she bought Santana in high school, the one Santana always wears on her right ring finger, has been moved to Santana's left hand. But Brittany's pretty sure that's the finger you wear wedding ring on, and it seems sort of odd, so she asks. Santana says just trying it out on a different finger, and she seems sort of defensive so Brittany drops it.
It's later that night and Santana's been quiet, but so has Brittany, so it's not too weird. Brittany's been thinking, about their life, their new apartment - this one has two bedrooms, it's bigger than the last one because they can afford more now - and about how nice everything is. She wonders what Santana's thinking about.
Let's take a trip back home, Santana says out of the blue, and Brittany agrees. It'll be nice to see her family again. They plan for two weeks, a week with Brittany's parents and a week with Santana's because they don't consider for a moment staying apart while they're back in Lima.
Santana's quiet for most of the plane ride, but she perks up again at the airport when she sees their families who have come to meet them. Johan sprints halfway across the arrivals lounge to throw his arms around Brittany, blushing because Johan's sixteen now and he's supposed to be too cool for stuff like this, but he loves his sister, loves her more than looking cool, and he squeezes her tight because he's missed her.
Hey, Santana says playfully, putting on a fake pout. I'm feeling a little left out over here. And they laugh, and Johan blushes harder and hugs her too. It looks like Johan's crush on Santana hasn't gone away. Santana hugs him back, because she loves him like a brother - after all, he's the brother she never had.
It's a nice week with Brittany's parents. They meet Johan's girlfriend, a quiet girl with big dark eyes and dark hair. Come to think of it, she looks a little like a younger version of Santana, and they tease him about it she goes home. Poor Johan, it seems like he's destined to spend Brittany and Santana's homecoming blushing, but Brittany can tell he really likes this girl, more perhaps than he likes his ideal of Santana, so she takes him out for lunch just the two of them and helps him pick out a gift for his three month anniversary (it's a teddy bear and a locket. Not too expensive, but not too impersonal either).
Brittany gets to spend some time with her mom, too. They sit in the kitchen and knead bread dough together, and they talk about Brittany's life and Brittany's love and her mom's happy, so happy that Brittany's happy with Santana. Brittany is happy, she really is, but she still hasn't figured out why Santana's been kind of distant this trip.
It's a nice week with Santana's parents. Santana's abuela is still around, only she can't walk much now, and she's delighted to see Brittany, goes off into a stream of rapid fire Spanish and monopolizes most of Brittany's first evening there. Brittany feels bad, but when she looks for Santana, to give her an apologetic look, Santana's disappeared with her Papi, and her Mami either doesn't know where they've gone or isn't telling. But it's still a nice week, after that first night. Brittany has a weakness for Mexican food and it almost feels like Santana's Mami is trying to fatten her up, she hasn't eaten so much since she can't even remember when.
Santana disappears once more, on their second to last day in Lima, in the morning this time, but she's back for lunch and she has a weird look on her face, scared and determined at the same time. Brittany feels that sick stomach prickly neck feeling that she hasn't felt since she was sixteen, before Santana broke things off with Puck. She's suddenly terrified that Santana's not happy, that she's going to break things off and she's doing it here so that Brittany will have her family for support. Brittany spends the afternoon freaking out, but she does it silently, pretending she's not because she doesn't want Santana's abuela to worry.
Let's go for a walk, Santana says on their last day, and oh God, Brittany thinks. This is it, Brittany thinks. But Santana holds out her pinky for Brittany to link, they way they've been doing since high school, and when they leave the house Santana seems fine. Brittany's stomach is dipping and rolling, but she says nothing, just looks at the sidewalk, at their joined pinkies, thinks about anything but how this is the end.
When she looks up they're standing outside the preschool, and Brittany's distracted from her thoughts by the flood of memories that wash over her. Santana produces a key and unlocks the gate, and they walk in. The place is deserted, it's a Saturday, and they stroll slowly over and sit down on the swing set, the seats just a little bit too small for them. Brittany looks at the fort that Santana used to be a daredevil and jump off - it was so big back then, and she always thought Santana was so brave to jump off the top - but now she sees it only comes up to their chests. They've grown so much since they were here last, she thinks.
Do you remember the first time we met? Santana asks softly, and Brittany does, thinking back to a bawling, terrified Santana and a shared cookie. Santana reaches in the pocket of her hoodie, takes out a snap lock bag and inside is a cookie. She hands it to Brittany. Without consciously thinking about it, her mind still on her memories, Brittany breaks it in half and hands half back to Santana.
They chew in silence for a minute, then Santana fumbles in her pocket again, handing something else to Brittany. She doesn't look while Brittany registers what's in her hand - it's a little velvet box. Brittany's sure her heart has completely stopped, she opens the box and inside is the most beautiful ring she's ever seen. Later, Santana tells her it's white gold, and has a yellow sapphire in the middle, yellow like the sunlight, yellow Brittany's favorite color. The sapphire is surrounded by little diamonds. Brittany can't breathe, she looks at Santana, who is examining the sand at their feet, scuffing it with the toe of her sneaker.
Will you marry me? Santana asks, her voice gruff (with nerves, Brittany understands now), her eyes still on the ground. Brittany doesn't answer right away, puts the ring on her wedding finger and admires it for a moment. She puts her right hand on Santana's arm, forcing her to look up, and shows Santana her left hand, the ring on her finger.
Yes, she replies. Short and simple.
Santana jumps up from the swing, whoops loudly, her face breaking into the biggest smile Brittany's ever seen, and she grabs Brittany, pulls her in for the best kiss ever, then wraps her arms around Brittany, squeezing her tight. They're crying, both of them, but they can't get the stupid grins off their faces, and every time Brittany sees the ring, the gorgeous ring, she just has to kiss Santana again. They leave the preschool, locking it up carefully, and walk home hand in hand, all their fingers intertwined, not just their pinkies now.
Brittany's twenty four, and she didn't think life could get any more perfect. But she was wrong. This now, this is perfect.
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: PG15. Sexual references, nothing graphic
Word Count: 1700
Summary: Brittany's twenty four...
Warnings: None really
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, blah blah woof woof.
A/N 1: Now that they're in their twenties, I'm not going to be posting about every second year the way I have been. Not as much changes in two years now as it does in childhood.
A/N 2: I've thought about writing Santana's point of view for the in between years, but as of now I won't be. I think what I have stands fine on its own, and I don't know that I could do Santana's voice justice.
A/N 3: I'm loving all your comments - it's nice to feel so appreciated! Feedback is love, especially when it's specific feedback - nothing better than knowing what the people like so you can give them more of it, lol!
Brittany's twenty four, and she doesn't think life could get any more perfect. She's got a great job - they're actually paying her to dance and sing and act. Her troupe of performers goes around elementary and middle schools and puts on shows that are kind of like public service announcements, but way cooler. Brittany's favorite is the sketch they do about best friends. She always thinks about Santana while she sings her song, and she's getting rave reviews, and one of the teachers asked her if the group had considered recording a CD of their songs.
Brittany doesn't think they're that good, but it still feels good to be asked.
Santana's twenty four and she's a teacher now. It's funny, as much as Brittany thought it was a good idea for Santana to teach, she never could quite picture Santana teaching anything to anyone but her. But she sees the way the kids respond to Santana, and more importantly, sees the way Santana responds to the kids, and it's so beautiful. This, right here, is definitely what Santana was meant to do.
She's at the door of the preschool now, to have lunch with Santana because she has a couple of days off from rehearsals. The other teachers know her and invite her in with smiles, and at first Santana doesn't see her because she's busy with a little boy. He's maybe two, and he's all curly red hair and big brown eyes, eyes which are wide with fright, maybe at all the noise. And Santana's sitting with him, talking to him quietly. Brittany's too far away to hear the words she's saying but she can pick up on the tone, low and soothing. As the little boy slowly warms up to the activity at the table, Santana ruffles his hair gently and gradually distances herself from the table, standing back to watch as the little boy relaxes.
God, Santana's so damn good with kids, and Brittany's sure no one who knew them in high school would believe a word of this. Santana turns and sees Brittany, and Brittany watches her eyes light up. Brittany knows her face looks just the same.
One day Brittany notices something different. The cheap sterling silver ring that she bought Santana in high school, the one Santana always wears on her right ring finger, has been moved to Santana's left hand. But Brittany's pretty sure that's the finger you wear wedding ring on, and it seems sort of odd, so she asks. Santana says just trying it out on a different finger, and she seems sort of defensive so Brittany drops it.
It's later that night and Santana's been quiet, but so has Brittany, so it's not too weird. Brittany's been thinking, about their life, their new apartment - this one has two bedrooms, it's bigger than the last one because they can afford more now - and about how nice everything is. She wonders what Santana's thinking about.
Let's take a trip back home, Santana says out of the blue, and Brittany agrees. It'll be nice to see her family again. They plan for two weeks, a week with Brittany's parents and a week with Santana's because they don't consider for a moment staying apart while they're back in Lima.
Santana's quiet for most of the plane ride, but she perks up again at the airport when she sees their families who have come to meet them. Johan sprints halfway across the arrivals lounge to throw his arms around Brittany, blushing because Johan's sixteen now and he's supposed to be too cool for stuff like this, but he loves his sister, loves her more than looking cool, and he squeezes her tight because he's missed her.
Hey, Santana says playfully, putting on a fake pout. I'm feeling a little left out over here. And they laugh, and Johan blushes harder and hugs her too. It looks like Johan's crush on Santana hasn't gone away. Santana hugs him back, because she loves him like a brother - after all, he's the brother she never had.
It's a nice week with Brittany's parents. They meet Johan's girlfriend, a quiet girl with big dark eyes and dark hair. Come to think of it, she looks a little like a younger version of Santana, and they tease him about it she goes home. Poor Johan, it seems like he's destined to spend Brittany and Santana's homecoming blushing, but Brittany can tell he really likes this girl, more perhaps than he likes his ideal of Santana, so she takes him out for lunch just the two of them and helps him pick out a gift for his three month anniversary (it's a teddy bear and a locket. Not too expensive, but not too impersonal either).
Brittany gets to spend some time with her mom, too. They sit in the kitchen and knead bread dough together, and they talk about Brittany's life and Brittany's love and her mom's happy, so happy that Brittany's happy with Santana. Brittany is happy, she really is, but she still hasn't figured out why Santana's been kind of distant this trip.
It's a nice week with Santana's parents. Santana's abuela is still around, only she can't walk much now, and she's delighted to see Brittany, goes off into a stream of rapid fire Spanish and monopolizes most of Brittany's first evening there. Brittany feels bad, but when she looks for Santana, to give her an apologetic look, Santana's disappeared with her Papi, and her Mami either doesn't know where they've gone or isn't telling. But it's still a nice week, after that first night. Brittany has a weakness for Mexican food and it almost feels like Santana's Mami is trying to fatten her up, she hasn't eaten so much since she can't even remember when.
Santana disappears once more, on their second to last day in Lima, in the morning this time, but she's back for lunch and she has a weird look on her face, scared and determined at the same time. Brittany feels that sick stomach prickly neck feeling that she hasn't felt since she was sixteen, before Santana broke things off with Puck. She's suddenly terrified that Santana's not happy, that she's going to break things off and she's doing it here so that Brittany will have her family for support. Brittany spends the afternoon freaking out, but she does it silently, pretending she's not because she doesn't want Santana's abuela to worry.
Let's go for a walk, Santana says on their last day, and oh God, Brittany thinks. This is it, Brittany thinks. But Santana holds out her pinky for Brittany to link, they way they've been doing since high school, and when they leave the house Santana seems fine. Brittany's stomach is dipping and rolling, but she says nothing, just looks at the sidewalk, at their joined pinkies, thinks about anything but how this is the end.
When she looks up they're standing outside the preschool, and Brittany's distracted from her thoughts by the flood of memories that wash over her. Santana produces a key and unlocks the gate, and they walk in. The place is deserted, it's a Saturday, and they stroll slowly over and sit down on the swing set, the seats just a little bit too small for them. Brittany looks at the fort that Santana used to be a daredevil and jump off - it was so big back then, and she always thought Santana was so brave to jump off the top - but now she sees it only comes up to their chests. They've grown so much since they were here last, she thinks.
Do you remember the first time we met? Santana asks softly, and Brittany does, thinking back to a bawling, terrified Santana and a shared cookie. Santana reaches in the pocket of her hoodie, takes out a snap lock bag and inside is a cookie. She hands it to Brittany. Without consciously thinking about it, her mind still on her memories, Brittany breaks it in half and hands half back to Santana.
They chew in silence for a minute, then Santana fumbles in her pocket again, handing something else to Brittany. She doesn't look while Brittany registers what's in her hand - it's a little velvet box. Brittany's sure her heart has completely stopped, she opens the box and inside is the most beautiful ring she's ever seen. Later, Santana tells her it's white gold, and has a yellow sapphire in the middle, yellow like the sunlight, yellow Brittany's favorite color. The sapphire is surrounded by little diamonds. Brittany can't breathe, she looks at Santana, who is examining the sand at their feet, scuffing it with the toe of her sneaker.
Will you marry me? Santana asks, her voice gruff (with nerves, Brittany understands now), her eyes still on the ground. Brittany doesn't answer right away, puts the ring on her wedding finger and admires it for a moment. She puts her right hand on Santana's arm, forcing her to look up, and shows Santana her left hand, the ring on her finger.
Yes, she replies. Short and simple.
Santana jumps up from the swing, whoops loudly, her face breaking into the biggest smile Brittany's ever seen, and she grabs Brittany, pulls her in for the best kiss ever, then wraps her arms around Brittany, squeezing her tight. They're crying, both of them, but they can't get the stupid grins off their faces, and every time Brittany sees the ring, the gorgeous ring, she just has to kiss Santana again. They leave the preschool, locking it up carefully, and walk home hand in hand, all their fingers intertwined, not just their pinkies now.
Brittany's twenty four, and she didn't think life could get any more perfect. But she was wrong. This now, this is perfect.