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[Glee] The Prerogative to Have a Little Fun (Brittany/Mercedes)
Title: The Prerogative to Have a Little Fun
Fandom: Glee
Length: 461
Prompt: Rarepairs requests at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
glee_anon: Brittany/Mercedes.
Pairing: Brittany/Mercedes; past Brittany/Kurt mentioned
Other: Spoilers for 1x21 Funk; set post 1x22. Title from Shania Twain's "Man! I Feel Like a Woman!"
Excerpt: Brittany kissed her first on a dare, a giggle and a soft brush of lips. She threw an arm around Mercedes comfortably, linking their fingers, and Mercedes wasn't quite sure what to think.
At first, Mercedes suspected, Brittany was only following them around because she still had something for Kurt. She wasn't sure what, exactly; she knew Kurt had carefully explained to Brittany what being gay meant, and she thought that Brittany had understood it. But Brittany still tended to go out on tangents about Kurt's soft hands or gentle kisses, and Mercedes just had to sigh. It was a sad thing indeed if Kurt was the only person who had ever treated Brittany like a good girlfriend.
Realizing that helped Mercedes like Brittany a lot more. She'd never expected to like the other girl at all. Brittany was the antithesis of herself: blonde, skinny, skating by on her beauty instead of working hard for what she got. But Brittany did work hard, on dance routines and Glee music, and actually she probably worked harder than anyone else, because it was more difficult for her. She was blonde and skinny, but the first was genetics and the second was Ms. Sylvester's fault. Mercedes took to sharing her desserts with Brittany (and making her promise not to throw them up later), because Brittany really did love to eat.
She was a comfortable addition to their friendship. No one would ever be as close to Kurt as Mercedes was, but Brittany was a cheerful third when she could be coaxed out of Santana's influence. And since Mercedes and Quinn had become quite close while Quinn was living at Mercedes's house, sometimes the four of them spent time together, mall-crawling or watching movies or things like that.
Brittany kissed her first on a dare, a giggle and a soft brush of lips. She threw an arm around Mercedes comfortably, linking their fingers, and Mercedes wasn't quite sure what to think, knowing how Brittany and Santana were. Kurt looked at Mercedes, lifting his eyebrows pointedly, and she could only shrug.
"Your hands are really soft too," Brittany whispered in Mercedes's ear. "And your skin is pretty. I bet it tastes good." She nuzzled at Mercedes's shoulder and the hair on the back of Mercedes's neck stood up.
"Geez, Brittany, save it for later," Quinn said, wrinkling her nose and waving her hand at them.
"It's your turn to ask, anyway," Kurt interjected. Brittany gave him a blank look. "Truth or dare," he said patiently.
"Dare me to kiss Mercedes again!" she said, giggling, squeezing Mercedes's hand.
"That's not what--"
Mercedes leaned over and brushed her lips to Brittany's cheek. Brittany squealed appreciatively. Mercedes could feel her heart thumping and she still, she just didn't know, but maybe...
"You can sleep over later," Brittany announced, and Mercedes thought that maybe she would.
Fandom: Glee
Length: 461
Prompt: Rarepairs requests at
glee_anon: Brittany/Mercedes.Pairing: Brittany/Mercedes; past Brittany/Kurt mentioned
Other: Spoilers for 1x21 Funk; set post 1x22. Title from Shania Twain's "Man! I Feel Like a Woman!"
Excerpt: Brittany kissed her first on a dare, a giggle and a soft brush of lips. She threw an arm around Mercedes comfortably, linking their fingers, and Mercedes wasn't quite sure what to think.
At first, Mercedes suspected, Brittany was only following them around because she still had something for Kurt. She wasn't sure what, exactly; she knew Kurt had carefully explained to Brittany what being gay meant, and she thought that Brittany had understood it. But Brittany still tended to go out on tangents about Kurt's soft hands or gentle kisses, and Mercedes just had to sigh. It was a sad thing indeed if Kurt was the only person who had ever treated Brittany like a good girlfriend.
Realizing that helped Mercedes like Brittany a lot more. She'd never expected to like the other girl at all. Brittany was the antithesis of herself: blonde, skinny, skating by on her beauty instead of working hard for what she got. But Brittany did work hard, on dance routines and Glee music, and actually she probably worked harder than anyone else, because it was more difficult for her. She was blonde and skinny, but the first was genetics and the second was Ms. Sylvester's fault. Mercedes took to sharing her desserts with Brittany (and making her promise not to throw them up later), because Brittany really did love to eat.
She was a comfortable addition to their friendship. No one would ever be as close to Kurt as Mercedes was, but Brittany was a cheerful third when she could be coaxed out of Santana's influence. And since Mercedes and Quinn had become quite close while Quinn was living at Mercedes's house, sometimes the four of them spent time together, mall-crawling or watching movies or things like that.
Brittany kissed her first on a dare, a giggle and a soft brush of lips. She threw an arm around Mercedes comfortably, linking their fingers, and Mercedes wasn't quite sure what to think, knowing how Brittany and Santana were. Kurt looked at Mercedes, lifting his eyebrows pointedly, and she could only shrug.
"Your hands are really soft too," Brittany whispered in Mercedes's ear. "And your skin is pretty. I bet it tastes good." She nuzzled at Mercedes's shoulder and the hair on the back of Mercedes's neck stood up.
"Geez, Brittany, save it for later," Quinn said, wrinkling her nose and waving her hand at them.
"It's your turn to ask, anyway," Kurt interjected. Brittany gave him a blank look. "Truth or dare," he said patiently.
"Dare me to kiss Mercedes again!" she said, giggling, squeezing Mercedes's hand.
"That's not what--"
Mercedes leaned over and brushed her lips to Brittany's cheek. Brittany squealed appreciatively. Mercedes could feel her heart thumping and she still, she just didn't know, but maybe...
"You can sleep over later," Brittany announced, and Mercedes thought that maybe she would.