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Did You Know [Brittany/Santana, Glee]

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Apr. 17th, 2010 | 09:20 pm
mood: hungryhungry
music: Turning Japanese - The Vapors

Title: Did You Know
Author: cooking_spray
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 865
Status: Complete
Summary: It's a Friday night like any other Friday night.



Did You Know
by Cooking Spray



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It was 9 p.m. on a Friday night like most every other Friday night. Santana was on Brittany's couch watching a movie - this evening, a USA re-airing of Scream. Santana preferred her cinema to scare the piss out of her (and for a reason, because Brittany had once caught her bawling over Guiding Light reruns - that sad ones at the end, where Alan dies).

But that was okay, because after a while, neither of them would be paying attention to the screen, anyway.

Surely enough, just as some unlucky kid picked up the receiver, Santana was languidly leaning over and pressing her lips to Brittany's jawbone, hands gripping both of the fairer girl's shoulders. Her mouth drifted closer to Brittany's own to the soundtrack of a masked sociopath rasping warnings into the ear of a trembling schoolgirl, and Brittany followed along, because wherever Santana went, she went, too.

She remembered the first time - it was in eighth grade, at a slumber party at some Cheerio-to-be's house. It was Spin the Bottle, or one of those games. Santana hadn't wanted to do it - they were both girls, she'd insisted. That would be gross.

In the end, though, she'd gone through with it, because Mindy Marksberry had threatened to tell Santana's then-crush Stefan that the reason why she always wore her hair in a ponytail was to cover up her bald spot. It was a quick peck, with lips pursed tight; blink and you'd miss it. Brittany didn't blink.

The next weekend, all they did was practice, with the pretense of eventual boyfriends worth more than a chaperoned date to the county fair - at first with tissues separating them, and then with nothing at all.

Three years later, they were still practicing, even though there was never any competition.

Thighs toned from years of gymnastic lessons settled on either side of Brittany's folded legs. She leaned in, over the shrieking from the television, but Brittany opened her mouth (in a manner quite different than Santana's intention).

"Why do we do this?" she blurted innocently. This was what Santana liked about Brittany - she never said something unless she meant it, and always said exactly how she felt, even if the thought was better left unspoken. Like now. It was a winsome mix of child-like naiveté and gullibility that was more honest than anything Santana knew, and was unworthy of the fumbling horndogs who tried to use it to charm her into their futons.

"What, you want to stop?" Her voice was unintentionally hard, and it came out as a threat. Her thigh muscles clenched.

Brittany paused. "No, not really." She didn't - Santana's kisses were sweeter than any boy in a practice jersey, her petite hands swifter and more sensuous. Brittany knew the flavor of the Cool Whip she'd eat straight out of the container when she reached her diet goal (French Vanilla), and the number of moles on the ass that she always complained was too flabby (three). Who else would she rather be in this position with?

Santana's thighs relaxed. "It's part of the package. We've been over this." She caught Brittany's lips once, twice, three times. "Boys like girls who like girls. It's our thing."

It was always the same answer, and despite the fact that even Brittany could see the fundamental flaws in it, she usually went along, because that's just how it was with Santana. This time, though, Brittany was frowning into her kiss a little, unhappy with the explanation. She'd seen things that boys in letterman jackets had never gotten close enough to glimpse, not the least of which was a distraught Latina girl sobbing into her shoulder one Saturday night after a date neither of them had ever brought up again.

"Sometimes you kiss me when there's no one else around."

Santana's answer was to slide her hands up Brittany's shirt.

"What boys don't know won't hurt them." Her teeth grazed Brittany's lower lip; her hands, the tops of her breasts.

And Brittany guessed that was true, although she didn't think boys were the ones who were in any danger of getting hurt. Still, she could think of no better response than to circle her arms around Santana's neck and cease to give it any more thought.

But Santana hadn't missed the look in her eyes, and so she whispered, low into Brittany's ear, "Plus, you're pretty hot."

Against her cheek, she felt Brittany smile. She wanted to ask how hot (hotter than those strange numbers in your contacts list? Hotter than Noah Puckerman?), but instead, she said, "You, too."

"Hell yeah."

A few moments and articles of clothing passed, and then, "Hey, Santana?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you know. . ."

Santana cut her off. "That this thong makes me look like Eva Longoria? Yeah, I did."

That wasn't what Brittany had been about to say, but upon closer examination, it was true enough, so she let it slide. Along with the shirt being pulled over her head.

Someday, when they weren't bathed in the erratic shadows of the television's glow on her parents' plaid loveseat, she might finish the sentence. And Santana might let her.


~*~*~*~*~


It was meant to be bittersweet and dark, but it came out as kind of a puff piece. Which is what happens, I guess, when you misplace your ability to write for months at a time. Oi.

Despite loving the show, I didn't think I'd ever write fic for this fandom, and then this burbled out of me, and I had to sit and scribble it down in a hurry. Nothing triggers my inspiration like all-but-canonical slash these days, it seems. The forbidden love; it gets me every time.

That said, I still need to find a better way of ending things other than tacking cyclical one-liners onto them, unless I plan to make this a trademark.

Comments and critique are both appreciated, as always.

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orange_creative

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from: orange_creative
date: Apr. 18th, 2010 02:56 pm (UTC)
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Three years later, they were still practicing, even though there was never any competition.

Loved this line the most. I really think you portrayed the sense of... I want to say tension between them, but I'm not sure that's the right word. Maybe mix it with a little sweeping under the rug. I got that bittersweet feeling at the end, even though they were all about each other. :)

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The Girl Whose Metaphors All Involve Breakfast

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from: cooking_spray
date: Apr. 18th, 2010 11:34 pm (UTC)
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Thanks, I was proud of that one, too. And the feeling you're trying describe is the once I was most trying to evoke, so it's gratifying to hear that you think I succeeded. =]

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Jules

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from: blueowls
date: Apr. 18th, 2010 03:49 pm (UTC)
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This is so bittersweet. It's pretty, but it hurts, too.

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The Girl Whose Metaphors All Involve Breakfast

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from: cooking_spray
date: Apr. 18th, 2010 11:35 pm (UTC)
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That's pretty much what I was aiming for, so thanks! I think there's a lot of depth to be explored between these two.

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spashley20

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from: spashley20
date: Apr. 18th, 2010 05:11 pm (UTC)
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loved it and the trademark ending ;)

seemed really in character too.

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The Girl Whose Metaphors All Involve Breakfast

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from: cooking_spray
date: Apr. 18th, 2010 11:38 pm (UTC)
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Thanks, I'm glad! I just can't let go of some stylistic tendencies. =P

And it's good to hear that you thought they were in character, too. It was my first time writing them, so I tried to strike a balance.

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o hay

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from: misao7
date: Apr. 19th, 2010 02:34 am (UTC)
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Someday, when they weren't bathed in the erratic shadows of the television's glow on her parents' plaid loveseat, she might finish the sentence.

Ohh, this is lovely. Good on you :D

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from: cooking_spray
date: Apr. 19th, 2010 05:50 am (UTC)
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Thank you. I almost cut that line, actually, so I'm glad you saw something in it. =]

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meatisadelicacy

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from: meatisadelicacy
date: Jul. 3rd, 2010 05:20 pm (UTC)
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So I'm just now getting into Glee, but I wanted to say that I really loved this. The part about Guiding Light cracked me up. I was just saying the other day that it's almost been a year and I still miss that show. I mean, I even miss REVA, and that's bad. But yeah, this was great.

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