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[Glee] Miss Us (Santana/Brittany)
Title: Miss Us
Fandom: Glee
Length: 790 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
glee_fluff_meme: Brittany/Santana. The day Brittany finally gets a last name and becomes Brittany Lopez.
Pairing: Santana/Brittany, mentioned Will/Emma
Other: Shameless fluff; future-fic.
Excerpt: And she won't admit it until you press her hard, but she is holding Brittany's hand when the television says that the bill has passed. Gay marriage is coming to Ohio.
Ohio isn't the very last state to legalize gay marriage, but it comes close. The night of the election Brittany keeps Santana up to a ridiculous hour, ignoring Santana's protests that she has to work tomorrow. Brittany consents to have the bedroom lights off, but she's sitting up in the bed with the sheets pulled up hard against her knees, and every time the television announcer says something she shouts in happiness.
So, yeah, after a while, Santana gives up on sleeping, because what else are sick days for but special occasions. And she won't admit it until you press her hard, but she is holding Brittany's hand when the television says that the bill has passed. Gay marriage is coming to Ohio. Brittany turns to Santana, squealing, and they knock their heads together painfully, but then Santana just laughs and kisses her partner's forehead.
"So we can get married now!" Brittany says, and for a moment Santana goes cold. Brittany starts rambling about wedding guests and dresses but Santana isn't listening anymore. She's thinking about this little apartment and this double bed, and the way that Brittany always burns dinner for the two of them on Friday nights, and the way the mail comes addressed to both of them.
And wouldn't it save some ink if the envelopes only had to say Lopez?
So she smiles and interrupts Brittany mid-sentence with an open-mouthed kiss, and they don't end up actually going to sleep until around four a.m., with Brittany's arm wrapped around Santana's possessively.
*
Brittany wants this to be a huge deal, but Santana isn't so sure. She's given up, she's given in-- she's queer, and everyone can just deal with it. She loves Brittany. She just doesn't know why they have to invite everyone they've ever known.
"Ms. Pillsbury-- Mrs. Schuester, I mean-- she's probably still traumatized over finding us that one time. And I bet she told Schue, too," Santana says, going through Brittany's list (which has hearts doodled in the corner in red crayon and Santana is trying very hard not to melt at that).
"We still had most of our clothes on," Brittany answers mildly. "I want to see her again. She was a good counselor!"
"We don't keep birds in our lockers," Santana says, lifting an eyebrow, but she doesn't have the heart to cross anyone off the carefully-written list, though she does correct most of Brittany's spelling.
*
Santana's family have known Brittany for years, and they had accepted the revelation of their relationship with fairly good grace. In fact, the morning of the wedding, Santana finds Brittany amidst a sea of sisters and cousins, chattering cheerfully in English to Santana's grandmother, who doesn't speak a word of it. (Santana was really going to tutor her in Spanish, really, but tutoring sessions always became makeout sessions, and Brittany really liked drawing the sombreros.)
"You're not supposed to see the bride before the wedding!" Brittany says, wide-eyed. Santana is not impressed. They slept separately the night before due to some other tradition, and Santana slept fitfully, not used to being alone in the bed. There was no one to fight for covers with, no warm back to press against. She also has a slight hangover because the Glee boys insisted on taking her out for drinks the night before. (Apparently she is the male in this relationship, by tacit agreement of everyone. She supposes she doesn't mind.)
Brittany's hair is half-pinned up and she's wearing a small towel and Santana would like to take her back upstairs and christen her parents' bed, but she's not allowed. So she scowls and wades through all of these people and steals a kiss, fiercely. She grins in triumph to see Brittany's dazed expression.
"I don't care what I'm supposed to do," Santana says.
"I know!" Brittany says, beaming, before aunts grab Santana by her elbows and haul her off to get dressed.
*
Brittany remembers to say, "I do," and Quinn doesn't lose the rings, so they become Mrs. and Mrs. Lopez on a fine fall afternoon. They have the ceremony in a local park and afterward Brittany jumps in leaf piles with their guests' children. That night, Santana picks dried leaves out of her bride's hair.
It shouldn't feel any different, she thinks. They have been living together for years, after all. What does a certificate and a couple pieces of jewelry really matter?
Maybe it doesn't. But it is worth the look Brittany gave her right before Santana kissed her, and the way the world faded away to just the two of them.
"Love you," Brittany says, tucking her head into Santana's shoulder sleepily, and Santana whispers it back as she switches off the light.
Fandom: Glee
Length: 790 words
Prompt:
glee_fluff_meme: Brittany/Santana. The day Brittany finally gets a last name and becomes Brittany Lopez.Pairing: Santana/Brittany, mentioned Will/Emma
Other: Shameless fluff; future-fic.
Excerpt: And she won't admit it until you press her hard, but she is holding Brittany's hand when the television says that the bill has passed. Gay marriage is coming to Ohio.
Ohio isn't the very last state to legalize gay marriage, but it comes close. The night of the election Brittany keeps Santana up to a ridiculous hour, ignoring Santana's protests that she has to work tomorrow. Brittany consents to have the bedroom lights off, but she's sitting up in the bed with the sheets pulled up hard against her knees, and every time the television announcer says something she shouts in happiness.
So, yeah, after a while, Santana gives up on sleeping, because what else are sick days for but special occasions. And she won't admit it until you press her hard, but she is holding Brittany's hand when the television says that the bill has passed. Gay marriage is coming to Ohio. Brittany turns to Santana, squealing, and they knock their heads together painfully, but then Santana just laughs and kisses her partner's forehead.
"So we can get married now!" Brittany says, and for a moment Santana goes cold. Brittany starts rambling about wedding guests and dresses but Santana isn't listening anymore. She's thinking about this little apartment and this double bed, and the way that Brittany always burns dinner for the two of them on Friday nights, and the way the mail comes addressed to both of them.
And wouldn't it save some ink if the envelopes only had to say Lopez?
So she smiles and interrupts Brittany mid-sentence with an open-mouthed kiss, and they don't end up actually going to sleep until around four a.m., with Brittany's arm wrapped around Santana's possessively.
*
Brittany wants this to be a huge deal, but Santana isn't so sure. She's given up, she's given in-- she's queer, and everyone can just deal with it. She loves Brittany. She just doesn't know why they have to invite everyone they've ever known.
"Ms. Pillsbury-- Mrs. Schuester, I mean-- she's probably still traumatized over finding us that one time. And I bet she told Schue, too," Santana says, going through Brittany's list (which has hearts doodled in the corner in red crayon and Santana is trying very hard not to melt at that).
"We still had most of our clothes on," Brittany answers mildly. "I want to see her again. She was a good counselor!"
"We don't keep birds in our lockers," Santana says, lifting an eyebrow, but she doesn't have the heart to cross anyone off the carefully-written list, though she does correct most of Brittany's spelling.
*
Santana's family have known Brittany for years, and they had accepted the revelation of their relationship with fairly good grace. In fact, the morning of the wedding, Santana finds Brittany amidst a sea of sisters and cousins, chattering cheerfully in English to Santana's grandmother, who doesn't speak a word of it. (Santana was really going to tutor her in Spanish, really, but tutoring sessions always became makeout sessions, and Brittany really liked drawing the sombreros.)
"You're not supposed to see the bride before the wedding!" Brittany says, wide-eyed. Santana is not impressed. They slept separately the night before due to some other tradition, and Santana slept fitfully, not used to being alone in the bed. There was no one to fight for covers with, no warm back to press against. She also has a slight hangover because the Glee boys insisted on taking her out for drinks the night before. (Apparently she is the male in this relationship, by tacit agreement of everyone. She supposes she doesn't mind.)
Brittany's hair is half-pinned up and she's wearing a small towel and Santana would like to take her back upstairs and christen her parents' bed, but she's not allowed. So she scowls and wades through all of these people and steals a kiss, fiercely. She grins in triumph to see Brittany's dazed expression.
"I don't care what I'm supposed to do," Santana says.
"I know!" Brittany says, beaming, before aunts grab Santana by her elbows and haul her off to get dressed.
*
Brittany remembers to say, "I do," and Quinn doesn't lose the rings, so they become Mrs. and Mrs. Lopez on a fine fall afternoon. They have the ceremony in a local park and afterward Brittany jumps in leaf piles with their guests' children. That night, Santana picks dried leaves out of her bride's hair.
It shouldn't feel any different, she thinks. They have been living together for years, after all. What does a certificate and a couple pieces of jewelry really matter?
Maybe it doesn't. But it is worth the look Brittany gave her right before Santana kissed her, and the way the world faded away to just the two of them.
"Love you," Brittany says, tucking her head into Santana's shoulder sleepily, and Santana whispers it back as she switches off the light.