Fic: Flashbacks 9/?
Title: Flashbacks 9/?
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Set in the future. Brittany is married.
Author's note: This is the sequel to It's A Nice Day For A White Wedding, although as usual there are little references to other fictions that i've done. This is probably going to be a long haul as Brittany and Santana have a lot of stuff to work through, it'd be great if you stuck with it though :) Mainly from Brittany's point of view though there will be some Santana perspective thrown in!
Chapter One Chapter Six
Chapter Two Chapter Seven
Chapter Three Chapter Eight
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Brittany’s driving to Santana’s again. It’s tomorrow already. She spent the night tossing and turning, feeling ashamed of herself, she’s been sneaking around, not with malcontent or anything but she’s been keeping Camden in the dark, and she has to admit that Santana reacted in way she didn’t see coming, but was fair all the same. Brittany was certain Santana was going to snap and lash out at her, she could almost feel the sting across her cheek, but there was that softness behind her eyes, a softness that used to make Brittany feel special, and kind of does still.
Brittany thought about buying flowers, or chocolates or a bottle wine for Santana but then figured they’d all have connotations which Santana may take the wrong way. Brittany’s never had to tip toe around the other girl before, she’s certainly never tried to second guess her, but now Brittany spends her time planning out conversations and formulating Santana’s responses; somehow in these scenarios they always wind up in a bathroom and then a scene reminiscent of the wedding plays out, and so then Brittany calls Camden because he’s her husband. She loves him.
Brittany’s standing at Santana’s doorstep, she’s got a pack of Skittles in hand and a bag of potato chips (it’s what they always ate at hang outs when they were younger, only it was usually Santana that would show up at Brittany’s doorstep with them.) A strange feeling of déjà vu settles in Brittany’s stomach even though she’s never been in this position. It just feels as though they’ve been here before, her and Santana, they’re caught up in a flashback, they’re living from their history books. But then Santana swings open the door and surveys her with interest, that quizzical look searching Brittany for answers, slight frown lines appearing, reminding Brittany they’re not 15 any more.
Brittany is ushered in with a smile and small ‘hello,’ and the two take up the same places as yesterday. It’s still awkward but not quite as bad; they don’t mention the abrupt end of the day before, or talk about Camden. Chatter is neutral, about TV and films, Brittany tries to talk about music but Santana looks a little uncomfortable before saying she doesn’t really keep up with it. Brittany watches Santana laugh along in conversation, picking up a yellow skittle and casually glancing at it before placing it back in the pack, it’s only then that Brittany realises Santana’s been avoiding the yellows, reds and purples and the folded over chips, the ones that taste better, the ones Brittany prefer. Whether or not this is out of habit or a conscious effort, Brittany doesn’t know; all she does know is that it’s the sweetest thing she’s seen in a while.
Santana’s almost certain that this is what it would have been like if Brittany had never met Camden. This is them, domestic, sitting at a kitchen table, laughing. It’s easy, it’s like breathing to her, and for a second she lets herself believe that there is no Camden, she plays out her and Brittany’s life in the time that elapsed, their university graduation ceremony, moving into the house, getting married, the honeymoon. It’s all so different from real life but at the same time, sitting like they are right now, Santana thinks it could be real.
‘Oh my god, did you see Rachel is on Leno tonight, because she’s staring in the Wizard of Oz?’
‘Yeah I did, thought she might be a little old for Dorothy now, but obviously not.’
‘She’s kind of short though.’
‘True, she’d make a better munchkin.’
‘She did use to dress a bit like one’
‘Maybe she can’t play one for fear her true identity will be revealed.’
‘What that she’s RuPaul?’
‘Haha, nah I was getting at that she was a munchkin! Oh god we were harsh on her.’
‘What?! Did I just hear Santana Lopez admit she was too harsh on Rachel Berry?!’
‘Ah I think you’ll find I said ‘we were harsh on her.’ No one could ever be too harsh on Rachel Berry, hell we definitely should have been harder. God to think we never exploited the Schue obsession she had.’
‘Her shoes were awful. But there were many of them.’
‘No, Mr Schue. But you’re right about the shoes. Her munckin friends probably made them. And I use the term ‘friends’ lightly, they’re probably inbred family members or something.’
‘That explains the shortness. Stunted genes.’
‘I’m short.’
‘Yes, but you wear nice clothes, so you can’t be inbred.’
‘Glad to hear it! Er, do you want to order take out and then watch manhands on TV?’
‘Sounds good to me! Anything but-’
‘Chinese. I know.’ The two lock eyes and to Santana it feels like time stands still, Brittany smiles a little awkwardly before blinking and looking away. ‘Pizza?’
‘Perfect.’
Santana’s not sure what Brittany’s playing at. This whole thing is confusing her. She’s not sure what she wants, let alone what Brittany wants from her, but Santana will roll along with it, there’s not much else she can do. She’s not over Brittany, at all, she thought she was, just a little bit about a month back when she’d finally accepted Brittany got married to someone that isn’t her, but now she’s not so sure. Plus she’s still in the dark about Camden, she knows nothing about him, she just doesn’t understand what makes him better than her. She’s Santana Lopez for Christ’s sake, it doesn’t get much better. She admits she had, and has some issues, she’s got a temper but she never thought it would push Brittany away, Brittany was the sugar to Santana’s very bitter grapefruit, she knew that. Santana was prickly but Brittany used to be her cushion, and where Brittany was a glass ornament Santana was her bubble wrap making sure no one broke her, even though she got herself damaged during the journey. They complimented each other. Yeah they got in arguments, and Santana can admit they were usually her fault, but they weren’t overly serious and wouldn’t last long, there’s no smoke without fire and all that. Santana just gets the impression that Camden is a wet fish, there’s no backbone, there’s no fight, no passion, but then she doesn’t know him. She really does not understand all this, and she’s pretty certain Brittany doesn’t either.
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Set in the future. Brittany is married.
Author's note: This is the sequel to It's A Nice Day For A White Wedding, although as usual there are little references to other fictions that i've done. This is probably going to be a long haul as Brittany and Santana have a lot of stuff to work through, it'd be great if you stuck with it though :) Mainly from Brittany's point of view though there will be some Santana perspective thrown in!
Chapter One Chapter Six
Chapter Two Chapter Seven
Chapter Three Chapter Eight
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Brittany’s driving to Santana’s again. It’s tomorrow already. She spent the night tossing and turning, feeling ashamed of herself, she’s been sneaking around, not with malcontent or anything but she’s been keeping Camden in the dark, and she has to admit that Santana reacted in way she didn’t see coming, but was fair all the same. Brittany was certain Santana was going to snap and lash out at her, she could almost feel the sting across her cheek, but there was that softness behind her eyes, a softness that used to make Brittany feel special, and kind of does still.
Brittany thought about buying flowers, or chocolates or a bottle wine for Santana but then figured they’d all have connotations which Santana may take the wrong way. Brittany’s never had to tip toe around the other girl before, she’s certainly never tried to second guess her, but now Brittany spends her time planning out conversations and formulating Santana’s responses; somehow in these scenarios they always wind up in a bathroom and then a scene reminiscent of the wedding plays out, and so then Brittany calls Camden because he’s her husband. She loves him.
Brittany’s standing at Santana’s doorstep, she’s got a pack of Skittles in hand and a bag of potato chips (it’s what they always ate at hang outs when they were younger, only it was usually Santana that would show up at Brittany’s doorstep with them.) A strange feeling of déjà vu settles in Brittany’s stomach even though she’s never been in this position. It just feels as though they’ve been here before, her and Santana, they’re caught up in a flashback, they’re living from their history books. But then Santana swings open the door and surveys her with interest, that quizzical look searching Brittany for answers, slight frown lines appearing, reminding Brittany they’re not 15 any more.
Brittany is ushered in with a smile and small ‘hello,’ and the two take up the same places as yesterday. It’s still awkward but not quite as bad; they don’t mention the abrupt end of the day before, or talk about Camden. Chatter is neutral, about TV and films, Brittany tries to talk about music but Santana looks a little uncomfortable before saying she doesn’t really keep up with it. Brittany watches Santana laugh along in conversation, picking up a yellow skittle and casually glancing at it before placing it back in the pack, it’s only then that Brittany realises Santana’s been avoiding the yellows, reds and purples and the folded over chips, the ones that taste better, the ones Brittany prefer. Whether or not this is out of habit or a conscious effort, Brittany doesn’t know; all she does know is that it’s the sweetest thing she’s seen in a while.
Santana’s almost certain that this is what it would have been like if Brittany had never met Camden. This is them, domestic, sitting at a kitchen table, laughing. It’s easy, it’s like breathing to her, and for a second she lets herself believe that there is no Camden, she plays out her and Brittany’s life in the time that elapsed, their university graduation ceremony, moving into the house, getting married, the honeymoon. It’s all so different from real life but at the same time, sitting like they are right now, Santana thinks it could be real.
‘Oh my god, did you see Rachel is on Leno tonight, because she’s staring in the Wizard of Oz?’
‘Yeah I did, thought she might be a little old for Dorothy now, but obviously not.’
‘She’s kind of short though.’
‘True, she’d make a better munchkin.’
‘She did use to dress a bit like one’
‘Maybe she can’t play one for fear her true identity will be revealed.’
‘What that she’s RuPaul?’
‘Haha, nah I was getting at that she was a munchkin! Oh god we were harsh on her.’
‘What?! Did I just hear Santana Lopez admit she was too harsh on Rachel Berry?!’
‘Ah I think you’ll find I said ‘we were harsh on her.’ No one could ever be too harsh on Rachel Berry, hell we definitely should have been harder. God to think we never exploited the Schue obsession she had.’
‘Her shoes were awful. But there were many of them.’
‘No, Mr Schue. But you’re right about the shoes. Her munckin friends probably made them. And I use the term ‘friends’ lightly, they’re probably inbred family members or something.’
‘That explains the shortness. Stunted genes.’
‘I’m short.’
‘Yes, but you wear nice clothes, so you can’t be inbred.’
‘Glad to hear it! Er, do you want to order take out and then watch manhands on TV?’
‘Sounds good to me! Anything but-’
‘Chinese. I know.’ The two lock eyes and to Santana it feels like time stands still, Brittany smiles a little awkwardly before blinking and looking away. ‘Pizza?’
‘Perfect.’
Santana’s not sure what Brittany’s playing at. This whole thing is confusing her. She’s not sure what she wants, let alone what Brittany wants from her, but Santana will roll along with it, there’s not much else she can do. She’s not over Brittany, at all, she thought she was, just a little bit about a month back when she’d finally accepted Brittany got married to someone that isn’t her, but now she’s not so sure. Plus she’s still in the dark about Camden, she knows nothing about him, she just doesn’t understand what makes him better than her. She’s Santana Lopez for Christ’s sake, it doesn’t get much better. She admits she had, and has some issues, she’s got a temper but she never thought it would push Brittany away, Brittany was the sugar to Santana’s very bitter grapefruit, she knew that. Santana was prickly but Brittany used to be her cushion, and where Brittany was a glass ornament Santana was her bubble wrap making sure no one broke her, even though she got herself damaged during the journey. They complimented each other. Yeah they got in arguments, and Santana can admit they were usually her fault, but they weren’t overly serious and wouldn’t last long, there’s no smoke without fire and all that. Santana just gets the impression that Camden is a wet fish, there’s no backbone, there’s no fight, no passion, but then she doesn’t know him. She really does not understand all this, and she’s pretty certain Brittany doesn’t either.