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Title: By The Sea
Author: mayislytherin
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Brittany/Santana
Word count: 1,854
Summary: "By the sea...I found my heart." A tale of friendship, discovering yourself, and the beauty in life
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or Glee, unfortunately.
Warnings/Spoilers: This is AU
Author's notes: The beach house featured in this story is a real place this is what it looks like: click. I know I've started a bunch of fics but I really can't get this story out of my head and I feel the need to share it with the world finally. I really hope you enjoy this, the first chapter is short but it gets longer!
She wears a striped hat; it covers the top of her eyes and makes shadows on her nose. The waves of the water move towards and away from the shore in a way that is heartbreaking to watch as if they can never stay still - safe - in one place. There are sandcastles scattered around her, young children burying shells deep into the grains of sand. Fluttering her eyelids closed and letting them slowly re-open…she feels lonely.
There's a girl by the shore, with long streaky blonde hair. It flies in the wind like dandelion fluff, Santana wonders if she's wishing herself away. It's been a week or so since she's put out the ad for a boarder. The large beach house that hovers high above the water on a hill has felt too large and too empty. Only one or two people have stopped by to look into it. She never feels comfortable around them, watching as they touch the furniture that she carefully selected from vintage stores and catalogs makes her hands and voice shake. Santana never calls them back to let them know like she says she will. But now there's this girl, childish and free, that Santana can't seem to keep her eyes off of.
It happens when Santana is sitting cross-legged on her porch swing, drinking tea and reading some shitty romance novel from the old paperback store.
Those same blonde streaks are shining; her blue eyes twinkle as she stands firmly on the stairs leading up to the house. "Hi, I'm here about the ad?" Santana holds her page with a bookmark and smiles over at the girl, waving her over to the screen door. For the first time, she doesn't feel as uncomfortable as the stranger steps into her house.
"The room is upstairs on the left." Santana says, "Its $200 a month, not including groceries."
"Hm." The blonde goes up the dusty wooden staircase, her hand smoothly running along the railing. Santana watches and follows, standing in the doorway as the other girl wanders into the spare bedroom. It's a large room with a picture window overlooking the water, two paisley beige curtains hanging loosely at the sides. The bed is a perfect size and there is a vanity with a beautiful hand-carved frame around the mirror. The girl stares into the mirror then back at Santana."This is beautiful." She says, touching the detail of the mirror, "Who did this?"
"My mother did." Santana replies, "She's quite the artist."
"Wow."
"So, what do you think?" Her stomach turns uneasily as she watches the other girl look at all of the details of the room.
"I love it." Pausing, "I'm Brittany, by the way."
"Santana." She extends her hand to Brittany and they shake each other's hands lightly, "What brings you to South Addison?"
"Just got tired of the same old, same old." Brittany answers, "I really wanted a room with a view."
Santana nods and bites her lip, "Well, you can move in whenever you want. If you're really interested, that is."
"Really?" She nods towards her again, "I've honestly been living in my car and sitting at the beach during the day. What if I just moved in right now? Would that bother you?"
Santana doesn't like the idea of someone ever living in their car, especially someone as innocent as the girl standing before her, so she says what she thinks is the most suitable answer: "It wouldn't bother me, just go get your stuff."
Brittany happily walks away; Santana waits a few minutes before exiting herself. She goes down the hallway to her own room and shuts the door. Falling onto her bed she closes her eyes; 'You're not going to be alone anymore, San. It's going to be okay.' She repeats this over and over in her head until she hears the front door open again. Slowly getting up she wipes her eyes, opening her bedroom door and looking at Brittany. She is standing in the middle of the hallway, three boxes piled in her arms, not moving.
"Santana? Is that you? I can't open the door." She starts to laugh a little, "I should have thought this through a little better." Santana goes over to the door and opens it, grabbing the top box that Brittany is holding and placing it on the floor of the room.
"Where are you from?" She can't place the accent and it's bothering her, Brittany's voice just sounds too smooth to be from Maine or anywhere nearby.
"Ohio." Her voice comes smoothly again as she unpacks some of her clothes from one of the boxes, "It's terribly boring there."
"I've never been."
"Are you from here?" Brittany looks at her as she asks, taking her clothes over to the closet to hang them up.
"I'm from New York, actually. Too much craziness there for me, I needed a place that was simple and made the days feel slower and not faster."
"I've been there before…lived there a few months, actually." There's a look on her face that proves she's not fond of the memory. "I guess I should probably tell you some of my habits so you don't have to find out the hard way."
"Go for it." She smiles at her warmly while taking a seat at the vanity.
"Well, I can't stand the sound of a dripping faucet. If the sink drips, I will try to fix it, but honestly…I don't really know how to do that. So, I end up breaking them often. Sometimes I talk in my sleep. Usually, it's my secrets or if I lied to someone, I will feel guilty and just start telling the truth in my sleep."
Santana laughs a little, "I guess I'll have a way to know if you're lying about something then, huh?"
"It's worked for other people, actually." She laughs too, "I also…I should probably tell you I have a cat."
Her eyes widen slightly, "You've been keeping a cat in your car?"
"I couldn't leave it in Ohio…"
"Where is it now?" She asks and looks around the room, luckily she isn't allergic, she's starting to think she should have overlooked the connection they had and asked a few more questions before letting her move in.
"She's in her carrier downstairs." Brittany exits the room and comes back a minute later holding a small blue carrier, unlatching the door and a white cat comes out of it. "This is Maggie." With the way the cat looks, Santana half expected a name like snowflake or marshmallow. Its hair is so fine and soft, the meow it makes is silent and sad. "When I was younger, my mother used to sing Maggie May while cleaning the dishes. I always listen to it when I miss her." She picks up the cat and sits on the bed holding it, looking into its eyes and then over at the other girl. "Why did you live alone for so long?" Santana never mentioned to her that she did live alone for a long time, but Brittany was right, it had been a long time since anybody had stayed with her. Maybe the house looks empty from the inside, kind of like how Santana feels.
"I thought I could clear my head better that way."
"And did you?"
"For awhile, I guess. Then I just ended up reaching this point of loneliness that made it hard to think of anything else. I still have a lot of unanswered questions about myself. Stuff I should have figured out a long time ago, really."
She doesn't answer and Santana realizes that Brittany is watching the sun set out the window, her mouth slightly open in awe. They sit in silence and soon Santana gets up and walks out of the room, heading in to the bathroom. Facing herself in the mirror, she scoops up water from the sink and splashes it over her face. Thinking about her past always winds her up in a way that makes her upset and angry - causing her skin to overheat and itch. She's only twenty-one, never went to college, works at a local bar sometimes, other times works at the small paperback bookstore a short walk from her home. She has a few friends. One's that she invites over to drink a beer every once in awhile. No boyfriend.
She doesn't want one. She never has.
That's when she stops thinking. Santana hushes her mind and strips down to go into the cramped shower. The water is at full heat and burns her skin the way she needs it too. The shower masks her tears, making her feel as if they are only there due to the water coming down on her.
Maybe she needs to be honest with herself.
Or maybe she can continue life, lying, being someone she isn't.
Later that night, Santana sits on the porch with a mug full of her favorite tea, a blanket wrapped around her as she lets the cool night air hit her face. She can hear Brittany softly singing by the window upstairs, giving her chills that are not from the sea winds.
You stole my soul and that's a pain I can do without
All I needed was a friend to lend a helping hand
But you turned into a lover and mother
What a lover, you wore me out, all you did was wreck my bed
And in the morning kick me in the head
Brittany's voice isn't perfect, but it doesn't need to be. The lyrics of Maggie May hover in the air, soft and sweet, Santana thinks of how Brittany mentioned she listened to the song when she missed her mother. The thought makes her smile a bit, though her heart is aching from the thoughts in her head earlier. When the screen door opens swiftly she barely notices until she catches a blur of blonde out of the corner of her eye. Brittany sits beside Santana's chair on the deck, a sweater wrapped around her pajama clad body.
"You okay?" She questions, taking the seat beside Santana.
"I don't know." Santana responds while facing the incoming waves, watching them move. "I just need to escape from my mind for a little while-you know? I feel like I can never just…stop thinking or relax."
Brittany looks at her with a sad expression, inhaling deeply before answering her, "You should try painting or writing. You kinda...go to another place when you do things like that. You might discover something about yourself." Brittany pats Santana lightly on the head and all Santana can smell is her perfume, vanilla and coconut. Her stomach flip flops and Brittany walks away back into the house with the words of Maggie May still on her lips, raspy but so beautiful.
You stole my heart but I love you anyway
I'd never seen your face
I'll get on back home, one of these days
Santana watches her quietly, the scent still lingering in the air.
She decides tomorrow she will try painting for the first time.
Author: mayislytherin
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Brittany/Santana
Word count: 1,854
Summary: "By the sea...I found my heart." A tale of friendship, discovering yourself, and the beauty in life
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or Glee, unfortunately.
Warnings/Spoilers: This is AU
Author's notes: The beach house featured in this story is a real place this is what it looks like: click. I know I've started a bunch of fics but I really can't get this story out of my head and I feel the need to share it with the world finally. I really hope you enjoy this, the first chapter is short but it gets longer!
She wears a striped hat; it covers the top of her eyes and makes shadows on her nose. The waves of the water move towards and away from the shore in a way that is heartbreaking to watch as if they can never stay still - safe - in one place. There are sandcastles scattered around her, young children burying shells deep into the grains of sand. Fluttering her eyelids closed and letting them slowly re-open…she feels lonely.
There's a girl by the shore, with long streaky blonde hair. It flies in the wind like dandelion fluff, Santana wonders if she's wishing herself away. It's been a week or so since she's put out the ad for a boarder. The large beach house that hovers high above the water on a hill has felt too large and too empty. Only one or two people have stopped by to look into it. She never feels comfortable around them, watching as they touch the furniture that she carefully selected from vintage stores and catalogs makes her hands and voice shake. Santana never calls them back to let them know like she says she will. But now there's this girl, childish and free, that Santana can't seem to keep her eyes off of.
It happens when Santana is sitting cross-legged on her porch swing, drinking tea and reading some shitty romance novel from the old paperback store.
Those same blonde streaks are shining; her blue eyes twinkle as she stands firmly on the stairs leading up to the house. "Hi, I'm here about the ad?" Santana holds her page with a bookmark and smiles over at the girl, waving her over to the screen door. For the first time, she doesn't feel as uncomfortable as the stranger steps into her house.
"The room is upstairs on the left." Santana says, "Its $200 a month, not including groceries."
"Hm." The blonde goes up the dusty wooden staircase, her hand smoothly running along the railing. Santana watches and follows, standing in the doorway as the other girl wanders into the spare bedroom. It's a large room with a picture window overlooking the water, two paisley beige curtains hanging loosely at the sides. The bed is a perfect size and there is a vanity with a beautiful hand-carved frame around the mirror. The girl stares into the mirror then back at Santana."This is beautiful." She says, touching the detail of the mirror, "Who did this?"
"My mother did." Santana replies, "She's quite the artist."
"Wow."
"So, what do you think?" Her stomach turns uneasily as she watches the other girl look at all of the details of the room.
"I love it." Pausing, "I'm Brittany, by the way."
"Santana." She extends her hand to Brittany and they shake each other's hands lightly, "What brings you to South Addison?"
"Just got tired of the same old, same old." Brittany answers, "I really wanted a room with a view."
Santana nods and bites her lip, "Well, you can move in whenever you want. If you're really interested, that is."
"Really?" She nods towards her again, "I've honestly been living in my car and sitting at the beach during the day. What if I just moved in right now? Would that bother you?"
Santana doesn't like the idea of someone ever living in their car, especially someone as innocent as the girl standing before her, so she says what she thinks is the most suitable answer: "It wouldn't bother me, just go get your stuff."
Brittany happily walks away; Santana waits a few minutes before exiting herself. She goes down the hallway to her own room and shuts the door. Falling onto her bed she closes her eyes; 'You're not going to be alone anymore, San. It's going to be okay.' She repeats this over and over in her head until she hears the front door open again. Slowly getting up she wipes her eyes, opening her bedroom door and looking at Brittany. She is standing in the middle of the hallway, three boxes piled in her arms, not moving.
"Santana? Is that you? I can't open the door." She starts to laugh a little, "I should have thought this through a little better." Santana goes over to the door and opens it, grabbing the top box that Brittany is holding and placing it on the floor of the room.
"Where are you from?" She can't place the accent and it's bothering her, Brittany's voice just sounds too smooth to be from Maine or anywhere nearby.
"Ohio." Her voice comes smoothly again as she unpacks some of her clothes from one of the boxes, "It's terribly boring there."
"I've never been."
"Are you from here?" Brittany looks at her as she asks, taking her clothes over to the closet to hang them up.
"I'm from New York, actually. Too much craziness there for me, I needed a place that was simple and made the days feel slower and not faster."
"I've been there before…lived there a few months, actually." There's a look on her face that proves she's not fond of the memory. "I guess I should probably tell you some of my habits so you don't have to find out the hard way."
"Go for it." She smiles at her warmly while taking a seat at the vanity.
"Well, I can't stand the sound of a dripping faucet. If the sink drips, I will try to fix it, but honestly…I don't really know how to do that. So, I end up breaking them often. Sometimes I talk in my sleep. Usually, it's my secrets or if I lied to someone, I will feel guilty and just start telling the truth in my sleep."
Santana laughs a little, "I guess I'll have a way to know if you're lying about something then, huh?"
"It's worked for other people, actually." She laughs too, "I also…I should probably tell you I have a cat."
Her eyes widen slightly, "You've been keeping a cat in your car?"
"I couldn't leave it in Ohio…"
"Where is it now?" She asks and looks around the room, luckily she isn't allergic, she's starting to think she should have overlooked the connection they had and asked a few more questions before letting her move in.
"She's in her carrier downstairs." Brittany exits the room and comes back a minute later holding a small blue carrier, unlatching the door and a white cat comes out of it. "This is Maggie." With the way the cat looks, Santana half expected a name like snowflake or marshmallow. Its hair is so fine and soft, the meow it makes is silent and sad. "When I was younger, my mother used to sing Maggie May while cleaning the dishes. I always listen to it when I miss her." She picks up the cat and sits on the bed holding it, looking into its eyes and then over at the other girl. "Why did you live alone for so long?" Santana never mentioned to her that she did live alone for a long time, but Brittany was right, it had been a long time since anybody had stayed with her. Maybe the house looks empty from the inside, kind of like how Santana feels.
"I thought I could clear my head better that way."
"And did you?"
"For awhile, I guess. Then I just ended up reaching this point of loneliness that made it hard to think of anything else. I still have a lot of unanswered questions about myself. Stuff I should have figured out a long time ago, really."
She doesn't answer and Santana realizes that Brittany is watching the sun set out the window, her mouth slightly open in awe. They sit in silence and soon Santana gets up and walks out of the room, heading in to the bathroom. Facing herself in the mirror, she scoops up water from the sink and splashes it over her face. Thinking about her past always winds her up in a way that makes her upset and angry - causing her skin to overheat and itch. She's only twenty-one, never went to college, works at a local bar sometimes, other times works at the small paperback bookstore a short walk from her home. She has a few friends. One's that she invites over to drink a beer every once in awhile. No boyfriend.
She doesn't want one. She never has.
That's when she stops thinking. Santana hushes her mind and strips down to go into the cramped shower. The water is at full heat and burns her skin the way she needs it too. The shower masks her tears, making her feel as if they are only there due to the water coming down on her.
Maybe she needs to be honest with herself.
Or maybe she can continue life, lying, being someone she isn't.
Later that night, Santana sits on the porch with a mug full of her favorite tea, a blanket wrapped around her as she lets the cool night air hit her face. She can hear Brittany softly singing by the window upstairs, giving her chills that are not from the sea winds.
You stole my soul and that's a pain I can do without
All I needed was a friend to lend a helping hand
But you turned into a lover and mother
What a lover, you wore me out, all you did was wreck my bed
And in the morning kick me in the head
Brittany's voice isn't perfect, but it doesn't need to be. The lyrics of Maggie May hover in the air, soft and sweet, Santana thinks of how Brittany mentioned she listened to the song when she missed her mother. The thought makes her smile a bit, though her heart is aching from the thoughts in her head earlier. When the screen door opens swiftly she barely notices until she catches a blur of blonde out of the corner of her eye. Brittany sits beside Santana's chair on the deck, a sweater wrapped around her pajama clad body.
"You okay?" She questions, taking the seat beside Santana.
"I don't know." Santana responds while facing the incoming waves, watching them move. "I just need to escape from my mind for a little while-you know? I feel like I can never just…stop thinking or relax."
Brittany looks at her with a sad expression, inhaling deeply before answering her, "You should try painting or writing. You kinda...go to another place when you do things like that. You might discover something about yourself." Brittany pats Santana lightly on the head and all Santana can smell is her perfume, vanilla and coconut. Her stomach flip flops and Brittany walks away back into the house with the words of Maggie May still on her lips, raspy but so beautiful.
You stole my heart but I love you anyway
I'd never seen your face
I'll get on back home, one of these days
Santana watches her quietly, the scent still lingering in the air.
She decides tomorrow she will try painting for the first time.