Fic: "Would You?"

May 03, 2010 17:25

Title: Would You?
Author: mallardeer
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Summary: They were seven the first time Santana gave her a ring.
Author’s Note: So this happened a few days ago (the comments are key this time, not the image), and then I sat down this morning and wrote this in about twenty minutes. Disgustingly cute. Dedicated to insaneantics21.

They were seven the first time Santana gave her a ring. Quinn Fabray, for being best-behaved for the week, had pulled two Ring Pops from the candy jar and immediately handed one to her best friend. They were heading off to the swingset to wait for Santana’s dad to pick them up from school when Santana heard sniffling coming from the corner near the bathroom. Usually, she ignored the other kids, especially the crying ones, but something made her turn, and there was Brittany, new in school and kind of odd, sitting on the floor with her knees drawn up to her chest.

Santana was so close to forgetting about the new girl and following her best friend outside, but her eyes met Brittany’s, so blue and open and sad, that she stopped and walked over to her. “Santana!” Quinn called, but Santana ignored her.

“Hi,” she said quietly, sitting down next to Brittany.

“Hi,” Brittany said shyly.

“Santana, what are you doing?” Quinn demanded.

“I’ll meet you,” Santana yelled, and Quinn sighed and stomped off.

“What are you doing?” Brittany asked her, and Santana shrugged.

“You look sad.”

“That boy-the mean one-he stole my lollipop,” Brittany sighed, “and he pushed me and called me a-a retard.”

“Noah?” Santana asked, and Brittany nodded. “He’s a jerk. Here,” she said, offering the Ring Pop.

Brittany took it and looked wonderingly at Santana, who blushed and ducked her head. “Thank you,” she said softly, and Santana smiled.

They sat together in the hall for a while, Brittany absently sucking on the candy, and then Santana realized her dad would be there soon. And Quinn was waiting. “Come on, you can come over to my house with Quinn if you want,” she said, pulling Brittany to her feet.

“Okay!” the other girl said, blinding Santana with her smile.

She felt something in her chest flutter, and it just grew worse as Brittany grabbed her hand and pulled her out to the playground.

They were eighteen the first time Brittany gave Santana a ring. Santana was leaving for college in Boston-Tufts-and Brittany was headed to UCLA. For a while, Santana had contemplated ending things, because four years on opposite sides of the country seemed impossible to stand. But every time she looked into those blue eyes, so open and trusting, she knew that breaking up was the last thing she wanted.

The night before she had to leave, she and Brittany stayed up all night, mostly just lying side by side in Brittany’s bed, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars Santana had put on her ceiling when they were eight. Their initials were in there, their own private constellations, and looking at them, even though they were supposed to make Brittany feel better about being afraid of the dark, always calmed her. “San,” Brittany murmured, as the first rays of sun started filtering through her curtains, “if you want to break up, I won’t cry.”

Santana laughed gently and rolled over into her girlfriend’s arms. Brittany kissed her dark hair and ran her fingers up and down her bare back. “Never,” she swore. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Brittany promised.

An hour later, they were in the backseat of Santana’s dad’s car, on their way to the airport, pinkies linked and mouths closed. Santana was too exhausted to think of what she was leaving, so saying goodbye to her parents was easy. Saying goodbye to Brittany was almost easy, too, until the blonde put a small plastic package in Santana’s hand.

Baffled, she looked at it for a few seconds before realizing what it was. “Blue raspberry,” Brittany said, with a sweet smile. “Your favorite.”

Santana didn’t stop crying until her plane took off.

They were twenty-two when Santana bought a ring that wasn’t made out of candy. She was in Los Angeles for Brittany’s graduation-her own had been the week before-and mostly, she felt a deep sense of relief. Their four years of separation were over, and she was going to make sure nothing came between them again. After the ceremony and dinner with Brittany’s parents, Santana stopped at a 7-11 for one last thing, and then met Brittany back at her apartment.

“I am so proud of you,” she whispered, stepping into the other girl’s familiar embrace.

“I love you,” Brittany returned, kissing her hair, and she pressed something into Brittany’s hand.

Brittany laughed when she saw the familiar package and leaned down to kiss Santana, but Santana carefully pulled away. “Open it,” she urged, and Brittany frowned but obeyed.

The ring felt much smaller than it should have been, but Brittany took it out of the wrapper and then gasped, nearly dropping it. “Santana,” she breathed, utterly shocked, and Santana felt the back of her neck grow hot, suddenly worried this was too much.

“I, um, I just… I love you, Britt, so much, and I don’t want to be apart from you anymore, so I just… I thought,” she stammered and stuttered, suddenly feeling so foolish. But when Brittany’s eyes met hers, her nerves were calmed, and she was able to finish. “I want to marry you,” she said quietly. “Would you? Marry me?”

“Yes,” Brittany said, without a second of hesitation, and her hands still shaking, Santana put the ring, silver and set with a sapphire that was blue like Brittany’s eyes, like Santana’s favorite Ring Pop flavor, on Brittany’s finger.

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