Fic: Observations
Title: Observations
Author: mallardeer
Rating: G
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Spoilers: None
Summary: Quinn watches Brittany and Santana in the park. Short and sappy. You know the drill.
Author’s Note: This is all thanks to a prompt from stickmansmile, suggesting Brittana moments from another point of view. Because this is me, though, it’s mini-Brittana. For reference, we’ll say our girls are about seven. Next time, I’ll try present-Brittana.
It’s sunny and warm again, so Quinn’s been dragged to the park, under the un-watchful care of her sister Kristin and whatever boy she’s dating this week. Kristin and the boy are making out somewhere under a tree, and Quinn is sitting on the grass by the pond, watching the ducks. This has been every Saturday for her for a month. Kristin always tries to leave without her, but their mother always makes her take Quinn, to get her out of the house.
The Fabrays are new in Lima, and Quinn is lonely. Her sister doesn’t seem to have any trouble making friends, but Quinn doesn’t know how to talk to these new people yet. She has a book with her, something to try to occupy her time until Kristin decides their mother won’t complain if she brings Quinn back home. She’s read about twenty books since they moved to Ohio. But today she has trouble concentrating on the words. She catches sight of a man with an ice cream cart, and she wants to ask her sister for a popsicle, but she knows she can’t, so she just sighs.
When she next looks away from the ducks, she spots two girls she recognizes from school, walking with their pinky fingers linked, licking melting popsicles, and giggling together. Brittany and Santana. A dark-haired man, who must be Santana’s father, trails after them, carrying a bag of something. As Quinn watches, the three of them settle on a bench at the edge of the pond, Santana’s dad balancing a girl on each knee.
“Can’t we feed them now?” she hears Brittany ask, and Santana’s dad cleans off her sticky face with a napkin.
“Finish your popsicle, Miss Brittany,” he says with a smile, and the affection in his voice makes Quinn’s heart ache. She can’t even remember the last time her dad let her sit in his lap. She’d tried the other night, after a long day at school, but he’d told her she was too old for that kind of behavior and sent her to bed.
She tries to ignore the girls, to read her book, but soon her eyes stray to the edge of the pond, where Santana is throwing crumbs into the water, giggling as the ducks fight each other for them. Brittany, more cautious, is crouching as close to a family of ducklings as she can get, tossing little pieces to the ground and grinning when the baby ducks gobble them up. Quinn wants, more than anything, to go over to the girls and ask to feed the ducks, too, but while Brittany is nice, Santana kind of scares her, so she just watches.
Santana gets tired of feeding the ducks before Brittany does, so she plunks down and starts pulling up the grass until her dad yells at her not to. She’s clearly bored, and Quinn wonders why she doesn’t tell Brittany it’s time to do something else. So she starts to watch Santana and sees she’s watching Brittany with this shy smile on her face, which is entirely unlike any expression Quinn’s seen from Santana. “San, look,” the little girl squeals, as one bold duckling approaches her.
“Shh, Britt, don’t move,” Santana orders gently. “Don’t scare it.”
Brittany, quivering with delight, somehow manages to stay still, and the duckling quickly nips the bread from her hand before waddling back to its family. “San!” Brittany explodes, too happy to keep still any longer, and Santana grins at her and pulls her to sit in the grass, her arm about the other girl’s waist.
“I like feeding the ducks with you,” Santana tells her, though Quinn thinks that’s not quite true.
But after seeing the smile Brittany turns on Santana when she hears that and marveling at the way Santana blushes, Quinn thinks maybe it is true.
Author: mallardeer
Rating: G
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Spoilers: None
Summary: Quinn watches Brittany and Santana in the park. Short and sappy. You know the drill.
Author’s Note: This is all thanks to a prompt from stickmansmile, suggesting Brittana moments from another point of view. Because this is me, though, it’s mini-Brittana. For reference, we’ll say our girls are about seven. Next time, I’ll try present-Brittana.
It’s sunny and warm again, so Quinn’s been dragged to the park, under the un-watchful care of her sister Kristin and whatever boy she’s dating this week. Kristin and the boy are making out somewhere under a tree, and Quinn is sitting on the grass by the pond, watching the ducks. This has been every Saturday for her for a month. Kristin always tries to leave without her, but their mother always makes her take Quinn, to get her out of the house.
The Fabrays are new in Lima, and Quinn is lonely. Her sister doesn’t seem to have any trouble making friends, but Quinn doesn’t know how to talk to these new people yet. She has a book with her, something to try to occupy her time until Kristin decides their mother won’t complain if she brings Quinn back home. She’s read about twenty books since they moved to Ohio. But today she has trouble concentrating on the words. She catches sight of a man with an ice cream cart, and she wants to ask her sister for a popsicle, but she knows she can’t, so she just sighs.
When she next looks away from the ducks, she spots two girls she recognizes from school, walking with their pinky fingers linked, licking melting popsicles, and giggling together. Brittany and Santana. A dark-haired man, who must be Santana’s father, trails after them, carrying a bag of something. As Quinn watches, the three of them settle on a bench at the edge of the pond, Santana’s dad balancing a girl on each knee.
“Can’t we feed them now?” she hears Brittany ask, and Santana’s dad cleans off her sticky face with a napkin.
“Finish your popsicle, Miss Brittany,” he says with a smile, and the affection in his voice makes Quinn’s heart ache. She can’t even remember the last time her dad let her sit in his lap. She’d tried the other night, after a long day at school, but he’d told her she was too old for that kind of behavior and sent her to bed.
She tries to ignore the girls, to read her book, but soon her eyes stray to the edge of the pond, where Santana is throwing crumbs into the water, giggling as the ducks fight each other for them. Brittany, more cautious, is crouching as close to a family of ducklings as she can get, tossing little pieces to the ground and grinning when the baby ducks gobble them up. Quinn wants, more than anything, to go over to the girls and ask to feed the ducks, too, but while Brittany is nice, Santana kind of scares her, so she just watches.
Santana gets tired of feeding the ducks before Brittany does, so she plunks down and starts pulling up the grass until her dad yells at her not to. She’s clearly bored, and Quinn wonders why she doesn’t tell Brittany it’s time to do something else. So she starts to watch Santana and sees she’s watching Brittany with this shy smile on her face, which is entirely unlike any expression Quinn’s seen from Santana. “San, look,” the little girl squeals, as one bold duckling approaches her.
“Shh, Britt, don’t move,” Santana orders gently. “Don’t scare it.”
Brittany, quivering with delight, somehow manages to stay still, and the duckling quickly nips the bread from her hand before waddling back to its family. “San!” Brittany explodes, too happy to keep still any longer, and Santana grins at her and pulls her to sit in the grass, her arm about the other girl’s waist.
“I like feeding the ducks with you,” Santana tells her, though Quinn thinks that’s not quite true.
But after seeing the smile Brittany turns on Santana when she hears that and marveling at the way Santana blushes, Quinn thinks maybe it is true.