They’re drunk on champagne and cuddling on the couch when Santana asks Brittany about the moment she knew.
“The moment I knew what? That the Care Bears were cartoon versions of reincarnated hippies?”
“Stop it,” Santana laughs, smacking her playfully. “The moment you knew you wanted to marry me.”
“Easy. When I first saw you in elementary school.”
“Cute, Britty, but way cheesy. Seriously, when did you know for sure?”
Brittany smiles shyly. “A few years ago.”
“Yeah?” Santana grins, biting her lip. “Tell me.”
Brittany trails her thumb over Santana’s right eyebrow. “Part of me wants to tell you, but part of me wants to keep it for myself.”
Brittany shrugs. “It’s special.”
Santana brushes her knuckles down Brittany’s cheek. “Please tell me.”
Brittany clears her throat and glances away at the TV for a moment. Then she turns back to Santana and smiles a secret little smile. “Do you remember sophomore year when we visited Tina and Mercedes?”
“Do you remember where we went after that dorm party?”
“Oh yeah,” Santana laughs. “Tina was so drunk that she tried to order a beer.”
“Yeah. Well…it was there.”
“It was there?” Santana frowns. “At Waffle House?”
Brittany smiles. “I hadn’t seen you in a few weeks, but you were so wonderful that night. You kept kissing me at that party, and I just remember feeling so happy. And…well…I remember I ordered hash browns at Waffle House, but when the waitress brought them out, I couldn’t find the ketchup. There wasn’t any on our table. I looked at the table behind us, and then I leaned forward to check the table in front of us, but I couldn’t find any. And I wasn’t saying anything because I didn’t want to interrupt the serious conversation you and Mercedes were having about Sam.”
“But then, without me even saying anything, you reached over the counter and grabbed a bottle of ketchup near the cash register and handed it to me, and you said, ‘Here, sweetheart,’ very quietly, because you just knew that that was exactly what I was looking for. And then you just kept talking to Mercedes like you hadn’t just read my mind. It was amazing. And I remember later, when we were falling asleep, I thought about it, and it was like—I just knew. It just kind of hit me, like, I’m actually going to marry this girl someday.”
“Wow,” Santana breathes. “I don’t even remember that.”
“I will always remember that. It’s one of those moments I stored away forever.”
Santana kisses her tenderly. “I can’t wait to marry you, sweetheart.”
Okay, I wrote this on my beat-up blue couch when I was still living in Louisiana. I had the idea to write about Brittana filing their taxes because, well, I was in the middle of filing my taxes and I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like for Brittany and Santana to do the same thing.
The generation of this particular passage came from my obsession with “little things” kind of love—you know, those small, seemingly insignificant moments that actually reveal a lot about a couple’s relationship. I think most of us in the fandom share a headcanon that Brittany and Santana know everything about each other, sense everything about each other, and are generally so aware of each other’s needs and feelings that it’s almost magical. So I wrote this section about Santana realizing what Brittany needed without Britt verbalizing it because, well, that’s how they are, and I think it’s one of the most amazing things about their love. (As JJ always says, they have a “worn into each other” kind of love.) I also have this thing about taking mundane situations, places, etc, and using Brittany and Santana’s love to turn that mundane thing into something extraordinary. And so going to Waffle House, which is nothing special in itself, becomes something special because of our girls’ love. (And our fandom’s penchant for Waffle House knows no bounds—see here and here.)
I also wanted to make use of a strong memory in this piece in order to support the whole filing theme—we file our taxes but we also file our memories, our secrets, our treasures, you know? And so Brittany talks about storing away that moment and later Santana talks about storing away money to buy Brittany’s ring.