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storypaint) wrote2012-01-20 01:44 pm
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[Glee] everything is softer (Brittany/Santana)
Title: everything is softer
Fandom: Glee
Length: 452 words
Prompt: Christmas card fic!
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Brittany didn't even seem to notice, and that drove Santana crazy. Some mornings she had to bodily drag Brittany inside to prevent her from making snow angels until the bell rang.
Santana hated winter. She felt like she was never going to get warm, not until the snow started melting, and that wouldn't be until March at least. Her toes would all freeze and fall off before then, she was positive. And of course Sue wouldn't let the Cheerios wear sweatpants instead of their skirts. "Showing weakness," she called it. Just because Santana was used to the suffering, it didn't mean she liked it.
Brittany didn't even seem to notice, and that drove Santana crazy. Some mornings she had to bodily drag Brittany inside to prevent her from making snow angels until the bell rang. Today was one of those days. She grabbed Brittany's hand and pulled her up out of the powder, ignoring Brittany's protests.
"Do you want to become a snowman? Wait, don't answer that," Santana said when Brittany opened her mouth. "Geez, you're cold. Come on."
The football team had before-school practices now, as part of Beiste's attempts to redeem their standing. That meant that the boys had all just left the showers for their first class, and when Santana opened the door, the room was still full of warm steam. Screw first period English, where they'd just be sitting there listening to Mr. Nathanson complain about his (soon-to-be) ex-wife. They'd warm up in here.
Brittany shivered appreciably. "It feels so good in here, San!" she said. "Like the time Mr. Tubbington and I went to Bermuda."
As far as Santana knew, Brittany had never been to Bermuda. Didn't matter. She went down the row of lockers until she found Puck's, and opened it. He never bothered to lock it because he thought he was a bad-ass, and Santana knew that his mother made him take an extra towel with him on practice days. It was big enough for the two girls to share, and Santana threw it over their legs and let Brittany cuddle into her side.
Okay, so maybe winter wasn't always so bad (even if it did smell like body spray and BO in here). Santana didn't need to cuddle, but if Brittany wanted to, she had to oblige. And of course, huddling together for warmth was necessary. She wasn't going to make a snow angel, though, no matter how much Brittany begged.
(At least, not until they got back to her own house, and no one else would be around to see. And then afterward they could warm up in an even more pleasant manner.)
She patted Brittany's hair, watching the snowflakes gleam and melt under her fingertips, and they dozed there in the locker room until the second bell.
Fandom: Glee
Length: 452 words
Prompt: Christmas card fic!
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Brittany didn't even seem to notice, and that drove Santana crazy. Some mornings she had to bodily drag Brittany inside to prevent her from making snow angels until the bell rang.
Santana hated winter. She felt like she was never going to get warm, not until the snow started melting, and that wouldn't be until March at least. Her toes would all freeze and fall off before then, she was positive. And of course Sue wouldn't let the Cheerios wear sweatpants instead of their skirts. "Showing weakness," she called it. Just because Santana was used to the suffering, it didn't mean she liked it.
Brittany didn't even seem to notice, and that drove Santana crazy. Some mornings she had to bodily drag Brittany inside to prevent her from making snow angels until the bell rang. Today was one of those days. She grabbed Brittany's hand and pulled her up out of the powder, ignoring Brittany's protests.
"Do you want to become a snowman? Wait, don't answer that," Santana said when Brittany opened her mouth. "Geez, you're cold. Come on."
The football team had before-school practices now, as part of Beiste's attempts to redeem their standing. That meant that the boys had all just left the showers for their first class, and when Santana opened the door, the room was still full of warm steam. Screw first period English, where they'd just be sitting there listening to Mr. Nathanson complain about his (soon-to-be) ex-wife. They'd warm up in here.
Brittany shivered appreciably. "It feels so good in here, San!" she said. "Like the time Mr. Tubbington and I went to Bermuda."
As far as Santana knew, Brittany had never been to Bermuda. Didn't matter. She went down the row of lockers until she found Puck's, and opened it. He never bothered to lock it because he thought he was a bad-ass, and Santana knew that his mother made him take an extra towel with him on practice days. It was big enough for the two girls to share, and Santana threw it over their legs and let Brittany cuddle into her side.
Okay, so maybe winter wasn't always so bad (even if it did smell like body spray and BO in here). Santana didn't need to cuddle, but if Brittany wanted to, she had to oblige. And of course, huddling together for warmth was necessary. She wasn't going to make a snow angel, though, no matter how much Brittany begged.
(At least, not until they got back to her own house, and no one else would be around to see. And then afterward they could warm up in an even more pleasant manner.)
She patted Brittany's hair, watching the snowflakes gleam and melt under her fingertips, and they dozed there in the locker room until the second bell.