Who Else But You?
Brittany’s having to repeat a year at McKinley is harder on her relationship with Santana than either of them expected. One-shot.
“I can’t leave.”
“Why?”
“I just can’t.”
It’s funny. I couldn’t wait to get out of this shithole high school, and, yet, here I am. Back in the very building, weeks after I graduated. I guess there are a lot of things that can’t be foreseen. Like how I would have a disgusting attachment to this school, or like how Brittany would be stuck here for another year.
Brittany.
I think, when I gave my heart to her, she never gave it back. Now that she’s staying at McKinley, so is my heart. I don’t think she even knows.
And sometimes I wonder; I wonder when my heart became hers.
“Santana, please.”
I keep my eyes on the stars overhead because I can’t look at Brittany and let her break me. Break me in every sense of the word. “It’s kind of gross how much I miss this place already,” I say. I get up and stroll around the roof. It’s all cement and tiles, too much grey for sure. But then I look up, and it’s like another universe crashing down onto me, all twinkling stars and smoky clouds, as fucking cliché as that sounds.
Brittany’s quiet. She probably knows I’m just avoiding her question. She always knows. “I just want the best for you,” she says.
“Well, stop worrying about me, Britt.” I keep my tone light and carefree, and it’s definitely pissing her off.
“You need to go, Santana.”
“C’mon, Brittany. Can we stop talking about this already?” I finally look her in the eyes. They’re empty but the heaviest I’ve ever seen them.
“No, we can’t. You have to leave.”
I turn away. “No, I don’t.” The storm brewing in me has broken through the clouds. I feel dark and damp.
“Please. Just go.”
Thunder strikes. I whip my head back to face Brittany, and I’m in anguish when I ask, “Why are you trying to get rid of me?”
“I’m not trying to get rid of you; I would never want you away from me. I love you, Santana. I love you, and I want the best for you.”
“Don’t you see, Brittany?” I whisper. “You don’t want me anymore.”
“Stop it, Santana. That’s not it.”
“Fine, then let me stay.”
“I can’t.”
Slowly, I approach her and sit down. A foot of empty space is still between us. I have too much pride to sit any closer as I prepare my next words. “Please, Brittany,” I beg. “Take me back, please.” I look up at her, and I know tears are in my eyes. My heart’s beating quickly in a mixture of fear and pain, and it feels like it’s never going to slow down. I feel pathetic. But I still swallow my pride because I would do anything to stay with Brittany. I don’t know where else I would find someone who loves me as much as she does, and, even if I did, I know myself that I wouldn’t be able to love anyone else. I can’t love anyone else.
“Santana, don’t.” Brittany’s eyes begin to glaze over now, and it’s the only thing proving to me that Brittany still cares. She scoots over to me, cradles my face in her hands, and kisses me. With her forehead against mine, she says, softly, “Tell me, what are you afraid of?”
I squirm out of her hold, and I stare ahead again. It’s the only place I can look at tonight without feeling my throat closing up on me. “That you’ll stop loving me.”
“Oh, Santana.” Brittany pulls me into her arms. She tucks my head under her chin and strokes my hair. It always makes me forget. But not tonight. Tonight, I remember. I remember that Brittany didn’t deny anything.
#brittana #fic #one-shotI always get so many feelings when I see Brittana gifs with the lyrics to “White Blank Page.”
Tell me now where was my fault in loving you with my whole heart?
#T^T
New Multichapter Fic: Sandy and Sally
“No.”
“Please?”
“No, Quinn.”
“C’mon, it’s just a week.”
“No.”
“But he loves you, Santana.”
“No.”
“I’ll pay you?” Quinn tried with a hopeful smile.
Santana scoffed. “I make five times more than you, Quinn. I don’t need your money.”
“Ugh, fine.” Quinn frowned at Sandy, rubbing sadly at his ears. “Let’s go, Sandy,” she crooned. “Santana doesn’t love us anymore.”
Santana watched with disgust as Quinn talked to her dog like it was a baby or something. Who names their dog Sandy anyway? Especially their very male, very big golden retriever.
Quinn sent Santana a last disappointed look as she tugged on Sandy’s leash and led him to the door of Santana’s apartment. “We’ll find you a place to stay, okay, Sandy? I’m just leaving for a week. You’ll be okay,” she reassured him. Quinn looked over her shoulder at Santana, no doubt waiting for Santana’s pity.
But Santana held her ground. She crossed her arms defiantly as Quinn dragged her sloppy golden retriever out of Santana’s apartment. At last, they made it out, though after a bit of a struggle—whether intended or not—and the door closed behind them.
Santana shook her head to herself, making her way over to her kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine. It was hard having Quinn as a best friend sometimes, what with all of her sudden business trips and dog problems. And Santana wasn’t, like, a bitch. Okay, fine, maybe she was. But her apartment was just really clean and orderly, okay? The dog would totally mess everything up. Not to mention her shoes. Oh, God, she certainly couldn’t have Sandy gnawing on all of her most treasured possessions.
Crap, she just called that dog by his dumb name. Ugh.
No more than two minutes after Santana got lost in her thoughts, her door opened again.
Quinn marched up to Santana with Sandy in tow. “Nicole,” she said with a determined look on her face.
Santana frowned. “Quinn, what the—”
“I’ll introduce you to Nicole if—”
“You told me Nicole had a boyfriend!” Santana gasped.
“Well, I lied.” Quinn rolled her eyes and shrugged as if it were no big deal. “Whatever. Look, if you take Sandy in for a week while I’m away, I’ll make sure to introduce you to Nicole once I get back.”
“You are such a manipulative bitch,” Santana said, narrowing her eyes.
“Why else are we friends?” Quinn replied smugly.
“You’re right.” Santana glanced down at Sandy. He didn’t look so bad… Until a blob of drool landed on her carpet. Gross. But Nicole… Nicole, Quinn’s untouchable “work best friend.” Nicole, with her naturally tanned skin and that luscious head of chocolate brown hair. Nicole, with her Australian accent and those secretary glasses she wore sometimes… “Fuck it,” Santana muttered.
Quinn’s lips curled up into a devious smile. “Do we have a deal?”
“Yes, yes,” Santana huffed. “You know hot women are my weakness.”
Quinn shook her head. “Hot unattainable women are your weakness,” she corrected, “and, yes, I know that very well.” Satisfied, Quinn bent down and pet Sandy lovingly. “Well, I have to go now, Sandy. I’ll see you in a week. Have fun with Santana. I’m sure you two will get along just fine.”
Santana rolled her eyes.
Quinn smirked at Santana one last time as she said, “Well, I better go pack my stuff and leave before Arthur kills me. I don’t know why he needed me to make this trip with him on such short notice anyway.”
“‘Cause he’s a horrible boss, Quinn,” Santana said.
“Right.” Quinn looked down at Sandy, smiling at his happy face, before heading for the door. “Take good care of him, Santana!” she called over her shoulder. Happily, she skipped out of Santana’s apartment, satisfied that she had achieved what she had planned to from the very beginning. But she already knew that would happen. Sure, Santana was a bitch, but Quinn wasn’t just a bitch—she was a very, very conniving one.
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#LOLSlightly canon. Set during the summer Brittany and Santana meet for the first time at camp. It’s part of a longer story, but I’m not sure I want to add any chapters to this yet.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I whispered. I lifted one arm up into the air, trailing my finger from one star to another and another and another until my arm burned from the exertion.
I could hear the rustling of the lush grass underneath us as Santana rolled to her side. I knew she was watching me. It was something I caught her doing sometimes. I smiled to myself a little bit, enjoying the attention. I didn’t know why, but I loved it when Santana just watched me. Usually, I got uncomfortable when people stared, but whenever it was Santana, my heart just sped up in the best way possible. I think it was because she made me feel special.
I dropped my arm and shifted to my side as well, watching Santana watch me. It felt oddly nice.
Santana smiled faintly and reached for my face. Then she pressed her finger onto the tip of my nose, brushing it all across my cheeks. I knew what she was doing. She was trailing her finger from one freckle to another and another and another. Finally, she stopped, splaying her fingers out to cup my cheek in her palm. “Beautiful,” she whispered. I blushed because she was sort of answering my question from earlier about the stars, only now she was looking at my face. And I knew I was pretty clueless sometimes, but that twinkle in Santana’s eyes told me that she knew I knew exactly what she meant.
So I just grinned at her and looked down sheepishly at the grass. Two months ago and still now, just a glance from Santana could make my stomach drop. I had never met anyone nearly as exotic as Santana. It made my tummy flutter, brought a dash of color to my otherwise plain life. And it made me feel so lucky that someone as special as Santana would choose someone as boring as me. Santana was stunning, with gorgeous dark eyes, naturally bronze skin, the softest, fullest lips that were suddenly sucking on mine, patiently, tenderly.
#brittana #fic
