It’s not until she kisses you in the hallway that you understand her true euphoria. She doesn’t kiss you in front of other people unless she absolutely can’t stand it—like at the Valentine’s Day dance, and in front of Ashley on the day you told her about the U of L scholarship, and last night in front of your parents when they picked you up at baggage claim, both of your mothers holding signs that congratulated you and your teammates on your championship win.
Brittany and Santana’s text message exchange during the week leading up to prom.
(Author’s Note: This is for everyone who sent me funny/cute Asks requesting more Brittana text messages, and for JJ, who’s gonna look so cool rolling into Spring Fling with her new Mathletes jacket.)
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Apr 29, 2012 8:14 AM
Morning sunshine! Text me when you wake up I have a surprise for you
Apr 29, 2012 9:37 AM
—-Hiiiii I just woke up. Do I get my surprise now?!
“Hi,” Brittany says as she arrives at Santana’s locker.
Santana pauses in the middle of applying a fresh coat of lipgloss. “Hi,” she says brightly. She recaps the lip gloss and places it back in her locker. As she moves, Brittany spots the new photo hanging behind her.
“Are we dating Rachel now too?”
“Santana, don’t worry, I’m sure she’s fine,” Tina says, but it irritates her because there’s a small dose of doubt in Tina’s voice.
She jiggles her foot and crosses her arms tighter over her body. She glances out the rainy window of The Lima Bean, trying to ignore Mike and Tina shooting glances at each other next to her.
“Should you maybe call her house phone?” Mike suggests.
“I did already.”
She has half of her coffee left but she’s too on-edge to drink it. If Brittany was here, she’d tell her to “take a pill vitamin,” and then she’d grin at her and bump her shoulder. She doesn’t want to think about Brittany because she’s too worried about her, but she can’t think of anything but Brittany right now, and this feeling of worry overwhelms her like a paper bag over her head.
Santana grins, as happy as Brittany’s ever seen her, and returns her attention to the Easter basket. She sifts through the chocolate and candy, looking up after every few items she digs through with a grateful, disbelieving smile on her face, and Brittany feels absolutely free and giddy and light all over.
It’s a Sunday in late February when the topic first comes up.
“Britt?” Santana asks, lying on her back and staring at their ceiling.
“Yeah?”
“When are you going to file your taxes?”
An excerpt from Brittany and Santana’s text message log. Season 3 Brittana.
Special thanks, as always, to the JJ-nator for her reading, input, and constant encouragement.
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Remind me again why I’m going to this?
Because you’re a good daughter
Also sort of because they’re forcing you to :-)
Haha. Yep. And my dad’s driving like a maniac again…
Slow it down carlos! PS had that dream again where i was trying to play golf on an ice rink
You are such a goof
It stresses me out
Don’t worry, if that ever happened I would totally bring you some fake putting green to place on the rink
Best. Girlfriend. Ever
:)
“She soaks it in for a few seconds—this night, this place, these friends, this family room floor, this girl—before she says it back.”
Brittana fanfic. Post-3x11. ~9.5K
Notes: Countless thanks to JJ for reading multiple drafts and for giving me some great input. And for being an all-around awesome betch.
Sometimes Glee episodes give me feelings and I spew out some drabble…
3x10. Sancedes friendship. Brittana, Samcedes.
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Mercedes must still have that dazed look on her face, because after glee practice on Wednesday, Santana corners her.
“Let’s have a little chat.”
Mercedes raises her eyebrows in confusion and watches the rest of their friends exit the room. None of them pay her any attention. Santana has that look on her face that says Mmhmm, this is gonna happen. Mercedes stares at her expectantly.
The first time it happens, they’re at the movies. It’s a Friday night and they’re on another date. Santana is pretty sure it’s their eleventh date—she’s been trying to keep track, but they go on dates so often now that she’s losing count. Her stomach is full of breadsticks and linguini, her fingers are wrapped around Brittany’s, and she feels a thrilling energy that makes it difficult for her to sit quietly in the theater. Usually it’s Brittany who’s restless and buzzing and fidgety, but ever since they started dating, Santana’s felt like a bouncy ball that never comes to rest.
About in case the heart gets thirsty en route
