fic: sometimes (i wish)
Title: sometimes (i wish)
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: PG
Length: 1220
Summary: Fluff. (Posted three weeks late...sorry.)
Spoilers: 3x01
It’s just before midnight, and Santana is half asleep curled up in a blanket on her couch staring blankly at the television. When she hears someone come in through her front door, her heart jumps for two completely different reasons. The first is just an impulse from childhood nightmares of burglars and murderers that never quite went away. The second is because she knows better. She knows exactly who it is. And in some ways, it’s even worse.
She knows her by the light pacing of her footsteps, the way she turns the doorknob before she shuts it, how she stops to say hello to all the plants before she makes her way to the living room. She knows it’s Brittany.
Between the time where they first started middle school to the time right before everything got too complicated, Brittany would sneak out frequently and sleep over at Santana’s. After that, however, her visits got less consistent. Sometimes she showed up, sometimes she didn’t. Santana tried not to think about it too much, tried not to feel too torn up, tried not to stay awake too long waiting. But slowly, her visits got more regular, and lately, things were kind of normal again.
And sure enough, Brittany comes in swiftly and pounces on her, moving up the couch and nuzzling her face against her neck.
It still almost feels like a dream every time she comes.
Santana grins sleepily, shifting into her. “Hey, Britt-Britt.”
“Hi.” Brittany sneaks a kiss onto the corner of her mouth before she props herself up with her arms on either side of Santana, gazing at her smolderingly through half-lidded eyes. “Sorry I came so late, my parents took forever to fall asleep and I think Lord Tubbington might have seen me.”
“That’s okay,” Santana murmurs happily as she reaches up to place her hand on the side of Brittany’s face.
Her hair and cheeks look wildly windswept and Santana notes with sluggish concern that she should really remind Brittany not to forget to put on a jacket or even pants that are long enough to cover most of her thighs especially in the approaching wintertime, but Brittany doesn’t seem to care. With another underhanded glance at her legs, Santana decides not to care that much either.
She makes a move to tug her closer, but Brittany sits up suddenly, pulling away.
“So did you get it?!” she demands urgently, eyes wide and chest all fluttery like she gets when she has too much coffee.
Santana yawns. “Get what?”
“Your 11:11 wish!” she practically shouts.
Santana blinks. “Huh?”
“San!” Brittany groans, emphasizing each phrase by pounding her fists on the cushions beside Santana’s head and bouncing up and down on the couch. “It’s November 11th! 2011! 11/11/11!”
Santana grimaces at the sudden movements and loud noises. “Oh right.” She rubs her eyes groggily. “That was today?”
“Yes!” Brittany pokes at her sides repeatedly. “You had two chances. Please tell me you at least got one.”
“Well… I was still asleep until one in the afternoon.”
“Tonight?”
“I got too distracted by these 90’s cartoons reruns…” Santana admits. “Did you know that they brought them back?”
Deflating visibly, Brittany slowly sinks back into the couch and shakes her head. “No.”
“Well it’s really cool because it’s like you don’t think that you’ve seen the episode before but when you watch it it’s almost exactly how you remember it,” Santana continues.
Brittany doesn’t say anything back.
Santana looks back at Brittany. “What’s wrong, Britt? I thought you liked Hey Arnold.”
“Santana, it only comes like once in a thousand years.”
“I know right? But they have it every night now.”
“Not the show,” Brittany says, exasperated. “Today!”
“Oh.” Santana pauses, shrugging. “It’s okay. I’ll still have like, shooting stars or whatever.”
Brittany pouts. “It’s not the same,” she insisted. “Those could be flying elves in disguise. 11/11/11 is real. You could have gotten whatever you wished for.”
Amused that Brittany seems so adamant on the subject, Santana turns her attention away from the screen. “What did you wish for?”
“Well, one of them was for me to be able to graduate this year,” Brittany tells her, staring down at her hands. “Then I asked my mom if I could wish for something to last forever and she said yes.” Her eyes flicker up unsurely, melting back into Santana’s. “So my second one was for you, San.”
Santana’s grin fades from her face and she softens. Chest growing uncomfortably tight, she sighs, switching off the television and sitting up.
“Come here.” Brittany looks so distressed that Santana reaches out for her hands and pulls her onto her lap. “Britt, do you know what I thought of every year I blew out my candles for my birthday wish since 5th grade?”
“Lord Tubbington quitting smoking?” Brittany guesses dejectedly.
“No, Britt.” Santana laughs. “You.”
Brittany looks up. “Really?”
Santana nods. “Guess what I would have wished for today?”
“Rachel to go back to Israel?”
“You,” Santana repeats. “Always you.”
Brittany frowns in thought. “But you could have wished for those shoes that you wanted at the mall, or a cat that poops candy bars, or a unicorn.”
“I could have,” Santana says slowly, “but the thing is B, I already have everything I need. Right here.” She runs her fingers over the ridges of Brittany’s knuckles and taps her nose. “Plus I could just guilt trip my dad into buying those for me anyway,” she jokes, winking.
Brittany sighs, downcast. “I just wanted you to be happy.”
Santana moves a strand of hair out of Brittany’s eyes, smiling gently. “I don’t need a wish to know that I’ll be with you forever.”
Brittany looks up, a slow smile spreading on her face. She leans forward to press her lips softly against Santana’s before her hands find themselves behind her back and she holds her tight, burying her face into the crook of her neck.
“You’re beautiful,” she says, “I love you.”
Santana pretends to roll her eyes even though she’s smiling so hard her face is hurting. “I love you too, you silly little panda.” She lifts up the corner of her blanket and scoots over. “Now come watch cartoons with me.”
Brittany grins and accepts her request with another kiss at the corner of her mouth, before she nestles herself underneath the blankets and rests her head against Santana’s chest.
Five minutes into the show, Brittany turns and places her chin where her head was, and her hands under that, looking at Santana curiously. “Do you think Helga ever told Arnold how she felt about him?”
Hiding her amusement, Santana nods matter-of-factly. “I think she would have told him eventually.” She lets a smile slip. “I told you, didn’t I?”
“Yeah.” Brittany smiles back. Then she tilts her head up to look at Santana, thinking. “Do you think that they’re still out there somewhere?” she asks, “Do you think they stayed together all this time?”
Santana bites her lip in thought before nodding slowly. She reaches out and threads their fingers together. “Yeah, Britt. I do.”
It seems like the right answer and Brittany smiles even wider, moving upwards. “Me too,” she whispers against Santana’s lips.
Shifting forward, Brittany closes the space, kissing her until the episode is long forgotten.
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: PG
Length: 1220
Summary: Fluff. (Posted three weeks late...sorry.)
Spoilers: 3x01
It’s just before midnight, and Santana is half asleep curled up in a blanket on her couch staring blankly at the television. When she hears someone come in through her front door, her heart jumps for two completely different reasons. The first is just an impulse from childhood nightmares of burglars and murderers that never quite went away. The second is because she knows better. She knows exactly who it is. And in some ways, it’s even worse.
She knows her by the light pacing of her footsteps, the way she turns the doorknob before she shuts it, how she stops to say hello to all the plants before she makes her way to the living room. She knows it’s Brittany.
Between the time where they first started middle school to the time right before everything got too complicated, Brittany would sneak out frequently and sleep over at Santana’s. After that, however, her visits got less consistent. Sometimes she showed up, sometimes she didn’t. Santana tried not to think about it too much, tried not to feel too torn up, tried not to stay awake too long waiting. But slowly, her visits got more regular, and lately, things were kind of normal again.
And sure enough, Brittany comes in swiftly and pounces on her, moving up the couch and nuzzling her face against her neck.
It still almost feels like a dream every time she comes.
Santana grins sleepily, shifting into her. “Hey, Britt-Britt.”
“Hi.” Brittany sneaks a kiss onto the corner of her mouth before she props herself up with her arms on either side of Santana, gazing at her smolderingly through half-lidded eyes. “Sorry I came so late, my parents took forever to fall asleep and I think Lord Tubbington might have seen me.”
“That’s okay,” Santana murmurs happily as she reaches up to place her hand on the side of Brittany’s face.
Her hair and cheeks look wildly windswept and Santana notes with sluggish concern that she should really remind Brittany not to forget to put on a jacket or even pants that are long enough to cover most of her thighs especially in the approaching wintertime, but Brittany doesn’t seem to care. With another underhanded glance at her legs, Santana decides not to care that much either.
She makes a move to tug her closer, but Brittany sits up suddenly, pulling away.
“So did you get it?!” she demands urgently, eyes wide and chest all fluttery like she gets when she has too much coffee.
Santana yawns. “Get what?”
“Your 11:11 wish!” she practically shouts.
Santana blinks. “Huh?”
“San!” Brittany groans, emphasizing each phrase by pounding her fists on the cushions beside Santana’s head and bouncing up and down on the couch. “It’s November 11th! 2011! 11/11/11!”
Santana grimaces at the sudden movements and loud noises. “Oh right.” She rubs her eyes groggily. “That was today?”
“Yes!” Brittany pokes at her sides repeatedly. “You had two chances. Please tell me you at least got one.”
“Well… I was still asleep until one in the afternoon.”
“Tonight?”
“I got too distracted by these 90’s cartoons reruns…” Santana admits. “Did you know that they brought them back?”
Deflating visibly, Brittany slowly sinks back into the couch and shakes her head. “No.”
“Well it’s really cool because it’s like you don’t think that you’ve seen the episode before but when you watch it it’s almost exactly how you remember it,” Santana continues.
Brittany doesn’t say anything back.
Santana looks back at Brittany. “What’s wrong, Britt? I thought you liked Hey Arnold.”
“Santana, it only comes like once in a thousand years.”
“I know right? But they have it every night now.”
“Not the show,” Brittany says, exasperated. “Today!”
“Oh.” Santana pauses, shrugging. “It’s okay. I’ll still have like, shooting stars or whatever.”
Brittany pouts. “It’s not the same,” she insisted. “Those could be flying elves in disguise. 11/11/11 is real. You could have gotten whatever you wished for.”
Amused that Brittany seems so adamant on the subject, Santana turns her attention away from the screen. “What did you wish for?”
“Well, one of them was for me to be able to graduate this year,” Brittany tells her, staring down at her hands. “Then I asked my mom if I could wish for something to last forever and she said yes.” Her eyes flicker up unsurely, melting back into Santana’s. “So my second one was for you, San.”
Santana’s grin fades from her face and she softens. Chest growing uncomfortably tight, she sighs, switching off the television and sitting up.
“Come here.” Brittany looks so distressed that Santana reaches out for her hands and pulls her onto her lap. “Britt, do you know what I thought of every year I blew out my candles for my birthday wish since 5th grade?”
“Lord Tubbington quitting smoking?” Brittany guesses dejectedly.
“No, Britt.” Santana laughs. “You.”
Brittany looks up. “Really?”
Santana nods. “Guess what I would have wished for today?”
“Rachel to go back to Israel?”
“You,” Santana repeats. “Always you.”
Brittany frowns in thought. “But you could have wished for those shoes that you wanted at the mall, or a cat that poops candy bars, or a unicorn.”
“I could have,” Santana says slowly, “but the thing is B, I already have everything I need. Right here.” She runs her fingers over the ridges of Brittany’s knuckles and taps her nose. “Plus I could just guilt trip my dad into buying those for me anyway,” she jokes, winking.
Brittany sighs, downcast. “I just wanted you to be happy.”
Santana moves a strand of hair out of Brittany’s eyes, smiling gently. “I don’t need a wish to know that I’ll be with you forever.”
Brittany looks up, a slow smile spreading on her face. She leans forward to press her lips softly against Santana’s before her hands find themselves behind her back and she holds her tight, burying her face into the crook of her neck.
“You’re beautiful,” she says, “I love you.”
Santana pretends to roll her eyes even though she’s smiling so hard her face is hurting. “I love you too, you silly little panda.” She lifts up the corner of her blanket and scoots over. “Now come watch cartoons with me.”
Brittany grins and accepts her request with another kiss at the corner of her mouth, before she nestles herself underneath the blankets and rests her head against Santana’s chest.
Five minutes into the show, Brittany turns and places her chin where her head was, and her hands under that, looking at Santana curiously. “Do you think Helga ever told Arnold how she felt about him?”
Hiding her amusement, Santana nods matter-of-factly. “I think she would have told him eventually.” She lets a smile slip. “I told you, didn’t I?”
“Yeah.” Brittany smiles back. Then she tilts her head up to look at Santana, thinking. “Do you think that they’re still out there somewhere?” she asks, “Do you think they stayed together all this time?”
Santana bites her lip in thought before nodding slowly. She reaches out and threads their fingers together. “Yeah, Britt. I do.”
It seems like the right answer and Brittany smiles even wider, moving upwards. “Me too,” she whispers against Santana’s lips.
Shifting forward, Brittany closes the space, kissing her until the episode is long forgotten.