Captivate Me - Ch.1
Title: Captivate me
Chapter: 1/?
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Brittany/Santana.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Warning: AU. Fantasy. Femslash.
Author's Note: Before writing this I had no idea my Xbox had uses other than playing DVDs, singing Karaoke, or engaging in some variation of a 2-player fighting game. I’ll admit it, first person shooters? Not for me.
Summary: “Are you a genie? Am I Aladdin?” She tilted her head, a slow smile creeping across her lips. “Can Santana be Princess Jasmine? Oh, and Rachel can be Abu because she’s always telling me not to do things.
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Sam Evans thought of himself as a simple kind of dude. All he needed were his comics, his 24-hour gym membership, and his trusty guitar to survive. Girls, too… and maybe Cool Ranch Doritos. Damn their ability to turn him into mush, both the girls and the diet breaking snack. Maybe he needed his Xbox too… and Chap Stick. Sam glanced at the small tube of strawberry Chap Stick sitting on the coffee table before returning to the television screen. The virtual soldiers on the screen were keeping him from relieving the dry, burn-y feeling at his lips.
“Are you falling asleep on me, tSAMsiyu?”
The voice cut through Sam’s Chap Stick peril reverie and his green eyes snapped back to the screen. He adjusted his headset and brought the mic to his mouth, pure excitement etching across his face in the form of a wide grin. “I was wondering when you’d sign on, pwnageQueen.”
“That’s cute.” The voice was a mix of taunting, arrogant, and flirtatious that had Sam’s already impossibly huge grin widening. “Waiting for me to own your ass. Again.”
“You got lucky.” Sam fiddled with the controller in his hands, prowling the virtual war grounds for his opponent.
“Oh, yeah. I got lucky all twenty-eight times.”
“That’s exactly what-”
Three things happened in that moment. One; the apartment door flew open unexpectedly to reveal a tall, looming figure. Two; Sam shrieked like a scared little girl, jumped up onto the couch, wielded his controller like a weapon, and somehow managed to shut off the game console all in one motion. Three; the figure stepped forward and was discovered to be a wide eyed, brightly smiling, and completely harmless blonde woman.
“Brittany?” Sam lowered his arm slowly. “What the-”
“Sam, I have a question. A hypothesis question.” Brittany crept slowly forward, biting cutely at her bottom lip and giving Sam a bright eyed, hopeful stare. “What if I was walking through the park and I saw a duck and the duck was drowning in the pond and I saved him and wrapped him up in my jacket and brought him home with me so he could live with us and be our totally awesome pet?”
“Uh…” Sam’s features scrunched in pure confusion. The wheels in his brain were turning at breakneck speed, struggling to process what in the world the blonde was asking him. His gaze flickered to the bundle in Brittany’s arms, noticing a slight movement. “Are you trying to tell me you have a duck wrapped in your jacket?”
“What would happen if I did have a duck wrapped in my jacket?” Brittany’s twinkling blue eyes widened and shifted excitedly about the room. “Not that I do but, like, what if I really did?”
Sam scratched at the back of his head. He felt like he was walking into some sort of trap. Brittany and Rachel were awesome roommates but anytime they asked him something it always ended badly. Like the time Brittany asked him a “hypothetical” question about what would happen if his mint condition comic book somehow fell out of the window, landed in a dirty street puddle, was safely retrieved, and then placed in the oven for maximum drying capability. Or the time Rachel asked him what he thought of her rendition of that one song. How was he supposed to know there were only two possible answers to that question?
“Um… Rachel would probably freak out and tell you to put it back where you found it?” He glanced at the jacket he hoped didn’t have an actual duck wrapped inside of it. “And I don’t think the landlord allows pets in our building.”
Brittany blinked, stared at the bundle in her arms, and met Sam’s cautious gaze with a broad, devious grin. “What if I already named him?”
Sam’s brows furrowed, Brittany did have a point.
“And, what if,” Brittany’s grin deepened, the glimmering excitement in her eyes intensifying. “He’s not a duck?” She took Sam’s blank stare as a cue to continue. “What if I was walking home from the subway and I saw a cat in the street and a taxi was about to run him over and I jumped in front of the taxi and saved him and wrapped him up in my jacket and brought him home with me so he could live with us and be our totally awesome pet?” Brittany took Sam’s moment of stunned silence to unwrap the furry creature, petting the silky chocolate fur beneath his chin affectionately. “I named him Sir Meowingham. Isn’t he just the cutest little kitty cat?”
Sam only stared at Brittany. He was still processing the “what if he’s not a duck” part.
“Can we keep him?”
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Rachel stood before her two roommates, her arms crossed over her chest and features set in an indisputable expression. The scene was almost laughable. There she was, all 5’3” of her, standing in front of her tall, blonde, athletically built roommates and staring them down as though they were children being reprimanded by their mother.
“But Rachel-” Brittany started to protest.
“No.”
Sam brought his bashful green eyes up from his feet in an attempt to meet Rachel’s unrelenting stare. “Brittany just-”
“No.” Rachel huffed. She stared Sam down until his gaze shifted back to the floor. Her harsh stare moved to a bright eyed Brittany. “It is specifically stated in paragraph three of our signed lease that pets are not allowed.”
“B-But…” Brittany gaped at Rachel, her lower lip trembling slightly. She cuddled the cat against her cheek. Her big blue eyes shimmered with pooling tears. “Just look at him, Rachel. Sir Meowingham almost got hit by a car and he’s scared and hungry and-”
Rachel’s resolve faltered slightly at the sight of the skinny, shivering stray despite her determination to stay strong on the matter. She adjusted her arms uncomfortably under Brittany’s patented pout. She had fallen for her roommate’s antics on numerous occasions. Brittany pouting simply equaled someone giving in to her crazy ideas. “Brittany we are not allowed to-”
Without warning, Brittany held the cat out in front of Rachel. The little mongrel sniffed at Rachel’s face, his little cat whiskers tickling her nose. Rachel tried really, really hard to resist those big blue eyes and that cute little pink nose and the soft looking chocolate colored fur. She really did. But the cat was just so darn cute. She briefly damned Brittany and her sneaky manipulative ways as she scooped up the cat and pulled him snuggly against her chest.
“You are a cutie, aren’t you?” The cat mewled happily and snuggled against Rachel. “Yes, you are. Such a handsome kitty.” She absently ran her fingers through his chocolate colored fur as her defeated gaze met Brittany’s triumphant one. “Fine. We can keep him. But only under one condition.”
Brittany paused mid celebratory happy dance and canted her head inquisitively at Rachel.
“When Finn is over, Sir Meowingham has to stay in your room. Finn is allergic.” Rachel set the cat on the ground and the feline slinked his way over to Sam. Rubbing against the blonde man’s leg and purring in delight.
Brittany resumed her happy dance which consisted of jumping up and down, twirling in circles, and clapping her hands above her head. After her third consecutive spin, she launched herself at an unsuspecting Rachel. Encompassing the brunette in a forceful hug and spinning her around. “I’ll feed him and water him and play with him and love him and give him baths and walk him and teach him how to talk and potty train him and groom him and-”
“Brittany, put me down!”
Sam watched as Brittany ignored the demand and continued her rant. He stared down at the subject of Brittany’s excitement. The cat stared right back up at him and Sam could swear he saw the cat’s mouth curl into an amused grin. He was almost positive there was a glimmer of understanding Sir Meowingham’s luminescent blue eyes. Sam shook the thought from his head. He needed to lay off of the fantasy novels.
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Brittany trudged into her bedroom, her ever present smile never faltering.
Sir Meowingham leaped onto the bed and curled into Brittany’s side as was their usual end of the day routine. She ran her hands along his soft fur and giggled when the cat purred, sending ticklish vibrations along her side. “Today was super awesome, Sir Meowingham.”
The cat nudged her with the top of his head, urging her to continue.
“There was this girl that came into the store and Mercedes said her name was Santana Lopez and she’s famous.” Her sapphire eyes twinkled excitedly and faded into a dreamy haze. “She’s really beautiful, like, movie star beautiful. But she isn’t a movie star. Mercedes said Santana is a princess. Isn’t that amazing?”
Brittany waited for the feline to nod.
“I started freaking out because I didn’t curtsy or bow and stuff like you’re supposed to do with royalty but then Mercedes told me that Santana wasn’t that kind of princess. She said Santana’s dad is a mega billionaire which makes him a, like, king which makes Santana a princess.”
The cat meowed.
“You’re such a good listener.” Brittany giggled softly, her eyes fluttering shut.
Sir Meowingham crawled out of her hold when her words turned into a string of incoherent mumbles. The feline glanced out of the window, taking in the bright glare of the city lights below and the moonless sky above. With as close to a sigh as a cat could make, he nudged at Brittany’s hand. Forcing the drifting blonde’s eyes to creep open, thin slits of sapphire blue regarding him curiously. Slowly, his sharp claws retracted and he grew larger. His face taking a more human shape, paws changing into hands, tail shrinking, and fur disappearing. Brittany’s sleep hazed mind watched on in mild interest as the cat turned man snapped his fingers, clothes suddenly covering his naked figure. Somewhere the logical part of her brain acknowledged that Sir Meowingham was no longer a cat. That her fluffy cuddle partner had changed into a human being, magically clothed himself, and the entire occurrence was completely and utterly impossible.
She stifled a yawn, staring into the man’s luminescent blue eyes. “This dream is weird.”
“You’re not dreaming.” His voice was hoarse from months of disuse and sounded odd to his ears.
“I’m not?” Brittany sat up in bed, brows furrowed.
He shook his head slowly, a small smile at his lips. “I wanted to thank you, Brittany. For saving me and taking me in. Which is why I’m prepared to grant you seven wishes in return for your kindness.”
“Are you a genie? Am I Aladdin?” She tilted her head, a slow smile creeping across her lips. “Can Santana be Princess Jasmine? Oh, and Rachel can be Abu because she’s always telling me not to do things. Like that time I made her chicken noodle soup when she was sick and she told me I was supposed to open the can and pour the soup in the pot. The can totally didn’t say that. I think she just hates being wrong.”
He chuckled softly at Brittany’s antics and shook his head. “I’m not a genie and you’re not Aladdin. My name is Jesse St. James and I would like to make a deal with you.”
Even though Sir Meowingham kept telling her she wasn’t dreaming Brittany was sure she was. There was no way her cat was really human and had magical powers and wanted to grant her a bunch of wishes. It was like something out of one of Sam’s comic books which Sam assured her was complete fiction and would never happen in real life. “What kind of deal?”
“I grant you seven wishes and you,” Jesse stared intently at the blonde. “Have to help me find something I lost.”
“What did you lose?”
“Something very dear to me.” He whispered gently, voice tinged with sadness. “Will you accept?”
“What if I can’t help you find it? One time, I lost my little sister in the backyard and it took me hours to find her.”
Jesse frowned at the question, expression foreboding. “If I can’t find what I’ve lost by the time your last wish is granted, my curse will become yours.”
Brittany tapped her chin, not at all affected by his serious stare. “Ok. That sounds fair.”
His frown deepened, he really didn’t want to trick Brittany. She was a good person. He fought past the guilty ache and took hold of her hand. He sighed heavily and conjured a charm bracelet with seven blank charms around her wrist. The shining scrap of jewelry bound her to their deal.
She stared at the bracelet adorning her wrist and giggled. “How pretty.”
Jesse smiled unsurely at the blonde, patting her pillow. “It’s time to sleep. We have a long day ahead of us.”
Chapter: 1/?
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Brittany/Santana.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Warning: AU. Fantasy. Femslash.
Author's Note: Before writing this I had no idea my Xbox had uses other than playing DVDs, singing Karaoke, or engaging in some variation of a 2-player fighting game. I’ll admit it, first person shooters? Not for me.
Summary: “Are you a genie? Am I Aladdin?” She tilted her head, a slow smile creeping across her lips. “Can Santana be Princess Jasmine? Oh, and Rachel can be Abu because she’s always telling me not to do things.
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Sam Evans thought of himself as a simple kind of dude. All he needed were his comics, his 24-hour gym membership, and his trusty guitar to survive. Girls, too… and maybe Cool Ranch Doritos. Damn their ability to turn him into mush, both the girls and the diet breaking snack. Maybe he needed his Xbox too… and Chap Stick. Sam glanced at the small tube of strawberry Chap Stick sitting on the coffee table before returning to the television screen. The virtual soldiers on the screen were keeping him from relieving the dry, burn-y feeling at his lips.
“Are you falling asleep on me, tSAMsiyu?”
The voice cut through Sam’s Chap Stick peril reverie and his green eyes snapped back to the screen. He adjusted his headset and brought the mic to his mouth, pure excitement etching across his face in the form of a wide grin. “I was wondering when you’d sign on, pwnageQueen.”
“That’s cute.” The voice was a mix of taunting, arrogant, and flirtatious that had Sam’s already impossibly huge grin widening. “Waiting for me to own your ass. Again.”
“You got lucky.” Sam fiddled with the controller in his hands, prowling the virtual war grounds for his opponent.
“Oh, yeah. I got lucky all twenty-eight times.”
“That’s exactly what-”
Three things happened in that moment. One; the apartment door flew open unexpectedly to reveal a tall, looming figure. Two; Sam shrieked like a scared little girl, jumped up onto the couch, wielded his controller like a weapon, and somehow managed to shut off the game console all in one motion. Three; the figure stepped forward and was discovered to be a wide eyed, brightly smiling, and completely harmless blonde woman.
“Brittany?” Sam lowered his arm slowly. “What the-”
“Sam, I have a question. A hypothesis question.” Brittany crept slowly forward, biting cutely at her bottom lip and giving Sam a bright eyed, hopeful stare. “What if I was walking through the park and I saw a duck and the duck was drowning in the pond and I saved him and wrapped him up in my jacket and brought him home with me so he could live with us and be our totally awesome pet?”
“Uh…” Sam’s features scrunched in pure confusion. The wheels in his brain were turning at breakneck speed, struggling to process what in the world the blonde was asking him. His gaze flickered to the bundle in Brittany’s arms, noticing a slight movement. “Are you trying to tell me you have a duck wrapped in your jacket?”
“What would happen if I did have a duck wrapped in my jacket?” Brittany’s twinkling blue eyes widened and shifted excitedly about the room. “Not that I do but, like, what if I really did?”
Sam scratched at the back of his head. He felt like he was walking into some sort of trap. Brittany and Rachel were awesome roommates but anytime they asked him something it always ended badly. Like the time Brittany asked him a “hypothetical” question about what would happen if his mint condition comic book somehow fell out of the window, landed in a dirty street puddle, was safely retrieved, and then placed in the oven for maximum drying capability. Or the time Rachel asked him what he thought of her rendition of that one song. How was he supposed to know there were only two possible answers to that question?
“Um… Rachel would probably freak out and tell you to put it back where you found it?” He glanced at the jacket he hoped didn’t have an actual duck wrapped inside of it. “And I don’t think the landlord allows pets in our building.”
Brittany blinked, stared at the bundle in her arms, and met Sam’s cautious gaze with a broad, devious grin. “What if I already named him?”
Sam’s brows furrowed, Brittany did have a point.
“And, what if,” Brittany’s grin deepened, the glimmering excitement in her eyes intensifying. “He’s not a duck?” She took Sam’s blank stare as a cue to continue. “What if I was walking home from the subway and I saw a cat in the street and a taxi was about to run him over and I jumped in front of the taxi and saved him and wrapped him up in my jacket and brought him home with me so he could live with us and be our totally awesome pet?” Brittany took Sam’s moment of stunned silence to unwrap the furry creature, petting the silky chocolate fur beneath his chin affectionately. “I named him Sir Meowingham. Isn’t he just the cutest little kitty cat?”
Sam only stared at Brittany. He was still processing the “what if he’s not a duck” part.
“Can we keep him?”
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Rachel stood before her two roommates, her arms crossed over her chest and features set in an indisputable expression. The scene was almost laughable. There she was, all 5’3” of her, standing in front of her tall, blonde, athletically built roommates and staring them down as though they were children being reprimanded by their mother.
“But Rachel-” Brittany started to protest.
“No.”
Sam brought his bashful green eyes up from his feet in an attempt to meet Rachel’s unrelenting stare. “Brittany just-”
“No.” Rachel huffed. She stared Sam down until his gaze shifted back to the floor. Her harsh stare moved to a bright eyed Brittany. “It is specifically stated in paragraph three of our signed lease that pets are not allowed.”
“B-But…” Brittany gaped at Rachel, her lower lip trembling slightly. She cuddled the cat against her cheek. Her big blue eyes shimmered with pooling tears. “Just look at him, Rachel. Sir Meowingham almost got hit by a car and he’s scared and hungry and-”
Rachel’s resolve faltered slightly at the sight of the skinny, shivering stray despite her determination to stay strong on the matter. She adjusted her arms uncomfortably under Brittany’s patented pout. She had fallen for her roommate’s antics on numerous occasions. Brittany pouting simply equaled someone giving in to her crazy ideas. “Brittany we are not allowed to-”
Without warning, Brittany held the cat out in front of Rachel. The little mongrel sniffed at Rachel’s face, his little cat whiskers tickling her nose. Rachel tried really, really hard to resist those big blue eyes and that cute little pink nose and the soft looking chocolate colored fur. She really did. But the cat was just so darn cute. She briefly damned Brittany and her sneaky manipulative ways as she scooped up the cat and pulled him snuggly against her chest.
“You are a cutie, aren’t you?” The cat mewled happily and snuggled against Rachel. “Yes, you are. Such a handsome kitty.” She absently ran her fingers through his chocolate colored fur as her defeated gaze met Brittany’s triumphant one. “Fine. We can keep him. But only under one condition.”
Brittany paused mid celebratory happy dance and canted her head inquisitively at Rachel.
“When Finn is over, Sir Meowingham has to stay in your room. Finn is allergic.” Rachel set the cat on the ground and the feline slinked his way over to Sam. Rubbing against the blonde man’s leg and purring in delight.
Brittany resumed her happy dance which consisted of jumping up and down, twirling in circles, and clapping her hands above her head. After her third consecutive spin, she launched herself at an unsuspecting Rachel. Encompassing the brunette in a forceful hug and spinning her around. “I’ll feed him and water him and play with him and love him and give him baths and walk him and teach him how to talk and potty train him and groom him and-”
“Brittany, put me down!”
Sam watched as Brittany ignored the demand and continued her rant. He stared down at the subject of Brittany’s excitement. The cat stared right back up at him and Sam could swear he saw the cat’s mouth curl into an amused grin. He was almost positive there was a glimmer of understanding Sir Meowingham’s luminescent blue eyes. Sam shook the thought from his head. He needed to lay off of the fantasy novels.
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Brittany trudged into her bedroom, her ever present smile never faltering.
Sir Meowingham leaped onto the bed and curled into Brittany’s side as was their usual end of the day routine. She ran her hands along his soft fur and giggled when the cat purred, sending ticklish vibrations along her side. “Today was super awesome, Sir Meowingham.”
The cat nudged her with the top of his head, urging her to continue.
“There was this girl that came into the store and Mercedes said her name was Santana Lopez and she’s famous.” Her sapphire eyes twinkled excitedly and faded into a dreamy haze. “She’s really beautiful, like, movie star beautiful. But she isn’t a movie star. Mercedes said Santana is a princess. Isn’t that amazing?”
Brittany waited for the feline to nod.
“I started freaking out because I didn’t curtsy or bow and stuff like you’re supposed to do with royalty but then Mercedes told me that Santana wasn’t that kind of princess. She said Santana’s dad is a mega billionaire which makes him a, like, king which makes Santana a princess.”
The cat meowed.
“You’re such a good listener.” Brittany giggled softly, her eyes fluttering shut.
Sir Meowingham crawled out of her hold when her words turned into a string of incoherent mumbles. The feline glanced out of the window, taking in the bright glare of the city lights below and the moonless sky above. With as close to a sigh as a cat could make, he nudged at Brittany’s hand. Forcing the drifting blonde’s eyes to creep open, thin slits of sapphire blue regarding him curiously. Slowly, his sharp claws retracted and he grew larger. His face taking a more human shape, paws changing into hands, tail shrinking, and fur disappearing. Brittany’s sleep hazed mind watched on in mild interest as the cat turned man snapped his fingers, clothes suddenly covering his naked figure. Somewhere the logical part of her brain acknowledged that Sir Meowingham was no longer a cat. That her fluffy cuddle partner had changed into a human being, magically clothed himself, and the entire occurrence was completely and utterly impossible.
She stifled a yawn, staring into the man’s luminescent blue eyes. “This dream is weird.”
“You’re not dreaming.” His voice was hoarse from months of disuse and sounded odd to his ears.
“I’m not?” Brittany sat up in bed, brows furrowed.
He shook his head slowly, a small smile at his lips. “I wanted to thank you, Brittany. For saving me and taking me in. Which is why I’m prepared to grant you seven wishes in return for your kindness.”
“Are you a genie? Am I Aladdin?” She tilted her head, a slow smile creeping across her lips. “Can Santana be Princess Jasmine? Oh, and Rachel can be Abu because she’s always telling me not to do things. Like that time I made her chicken noodle soup when she was sick and she told me I was supposed to open the can and pour the soup in the pot. The can totally didn’t say that. I think she just hates being wrong.”
He chuckled softly at Brittany’s antics and shook his head. “I’m not a genie and you’re not Aladdin. My name is Jesse St. James and I would like to make a deal with you.”
Even though Sir Meowingham kept telling her she wasn’t dreaming Brittany was sure she was. There was no way her cat was really human and had magical powers and wanted to grant her a bunch of wishes. It was like something out of one of Sam’s comic books which Sam assured her was complete fiction and would never happen in real life. “What kind of deal?”
“I grant you seven wishes and you,” Jesse stared intently at the blonde. “Have to help me find something I lost.”
“What did you lose?”
“Something very dear to me.” He whispered gently, voice tinged with sadness. “Will you accept?”
“What if I can’t help you find it? One time, I lost my little sister in the backyard and it took me hours to find her.”
Jesse frowned at the question, expression foreboding. “If I can’t find what I’ve lost by the time your last wish is granted, my curse will become yours.”
Brittany tapped her chin, not at all affected by his serious stare. “Ok. That sounds fair.”
His frown deepened, he really didn’t want to trick Brittany. She was a good person. He fought past the guilty ache and took hold of her hand. He sighed heavily and conjured a charm bracelet with seven blank charms around her wrist. The shining scrap of jewelry bound her to their deal.
She stared at the bracelet adorning her wrist and giggled. “How pretty.”
Jesse smiled unsurely at the blonde, patting her pillow. “It’s time to sleep. We have a long day ahead of us.”