itsbrittanysbitch

[itsbrittanysbitch]

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“Tell me about it,” Santana agreed, though honestly she couldn’t exactly remember the last time she’d sat down in a coffee shop instead of just getting a take-away cup. It had been a busy couple of years for her and even now she felt like she was constantly on the go still - but she felt like they’d been talking long enough that she had caught Brittany up on ever second of that, to the point where it felt almost like the blonde had never been absent. Almost. 

Showing a smile to Brittany as she fixed her jacket, Santana didn’t waste much time agreeing to her offer. Since it was a cold night as well, she didn’t hesitate in linking her arm with Brittany’s as well to keep their sides pressed closely together as she started to lead the way back to her apartment. “You didn’t hear me complaining. Now that I know you’re in the city, I expect you to be taking away a lot of my time again,” she insisted. With as easy as it was to catch each other up, she couldn’t help but assume that it would be easy enough to integrate Brittany back into her life again, her new life this time. 

Brittany’s heart gave away that barely noticeable, yet very, very familiar flutter than it always did in the proximity of one Santana Lopez. She stopped denying that the Latina had such effect on her long time ago, but there was something strange about the bond still being there, even now. When they haven’t seen one another for a while. And Santana.. god, Santana was touching her again. She was cuddling into her, because in their little moment the time hasn’t passed at all. Brittany’s chest was completely swollen from that alone.  “I’d really like that,” she whispered in response, giving her the softest of smiles and shifted even closer to the girl.

“I mean if you aren’t so busy for a boring ‘ol college student, miss businesswoman. You’re probably too occupied with pushing away all the attention girls throw at you. Have you seen yourself? Gurl,” hoping to ease the atmosphere from such intimacy, Brittany pushed herself to talk the way they always did back in the day. At ease with a little teasing, yep. That worked for them just fine and maybe the nostalgia brought along with it, would help her win Santana’s heart back. Not that it seemed that she lost it to begin with. Watch out, girlfriend person.

Time After Time | Brittana

[itsbrittanysbitch]

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Santana nodded proudly at that - her girlfriend was cute. Obliviously though, she listened to Brittany talk about MIT with interest, finding herself laughing at the mention of the all too familiar leather jackets and another small hit of pride since for a while anyone, she was the only one at McKinley who knew what a secret nerd Brittany was underneath all the leather. 

It was almost too easy to talk to Brittany. In fact, conversation flowed so easily between them, to the point where she was starting to begin to lose track of time as they exchanged college stories and her borderline gushing about how amazing it was that Brittany was doing so well in her field. Seriously, a code named after her? She didn’t even realise they had spoken so long until she was tapped on the shoulder by a waiter who she promptly mustered up a glare for, listening to him tell her they were starting to close up and that they’d have to leave.

Stuck in the blast of the past, Brittany didn’t notice time and actively spent all of her willpower to ignore the fact that Santana had a girlfriend. It didn’t matter, because right now, she was getting all of the girl’s attention. All of it. Her, not some girlfriend. Yep. At least until they were kindly thrown out of the coffee shop due it being way too late. “Well that’s a first time I’ve been kicked out of a coffee place and not from a club after dancing through the whole night,” Brittany muttered amused as they stepped out of the building.

“Let me walk you home. It’s the least I can do after taking away your whole afternoon and evening,” she offered, straightening her back and reaching forward to fix up Santana’s jacket in an affectionate gesture.

Time After Time | Brittana

[itsbrittanysbitch]

 tana-thehbic:

Accepting the gesture, Santana returned the gentle squeeze to Brittany’s hand, feeling a rush of warmth following it. It was always a comfort, to be close to Brittany, to feel her and apparently that hadn’t changed, even if they rest of their lives had around them. She only let it last a few moments though and she slowly let her hand slip away to reach for her phone. “This is my girlfriend,” she explained in the next beat, pushing a button to bring the screen to life to show a picture of a smiling Santana with a woman pressing her lips against her cheek.

She cleared her throat, her smile still in tact as she placed her phone down against the table again, since that was out in the open now too. “Now catch me up. I want to hear all about MIT and what you’ve been up to,” she insisted, wrapping both her hands around the warm mug and bringing it up to her lips to take a sip.

“Um… she’s cute..” Oh. Of course someone as gorgeous as Santana wouldn’t stay single for long. Brittany should’ve figured that out before, maybe she wouldn’t seem so disappointed at the news then. Nevertheless, her smile only faltered for a second, before she forced it right back onto her face and tried not to punch innocent girl’s face in the back of her mind. She was pretty, whatever.

“MIT was kind of boring. Everyone was nerding out, and they didn’t like my leather jackets. Something about being bullied by people like me or something,” Brittany shrugged, taking sips of her coffee every now and then. “They named a new code after me though, so that was fun. Take that Britney.”

Time After Time | Brittana

[itsbrittanysbitch]

 tana-thehbic:

Santana laughed before she knew what she was doing. She didn’t know what it was but being around Brittany again had sent her into a state of bliss, especially watching the usually unaffected, strongest person she knew, act the way she was. She let herself be tugged along, briefly pushing her out of her new comfort zone, which was a put-together business woman but Brittany had always done that, even when her safe place was on the top of a pyramid of girls who loathed her. “You know most of it. I moved here, went to NYU. I’m working in an office at the moment, a pretty big company. I’ve interned there the last two summers of college though and got a job straight away. I’m going to be the first female CEO.” There was confidence in her tone as she spoke on the walk to the coffee shop. She can’t remember really telling Brittany about any aspirations she had in high school but she can’t really remember any either, other than being successful. She had a goal now though.

Before she knew it, they had ordered - Brittany paying before she even had the chance to reach for her purse - and they were sitting at a relatively private table, which she didn’t mind so they could catch up. She continued their conversation readily almost as soon as they sat down. There was something she’d been wanting to tell Brittany almost as soon as she encouraged her to start talking again but she’d been saving the best for last. “And I came out.” She finished with a small but proud smile as she waited for Brittany to react. Even after years, she wanted to see the pride on Brittany’s face, since it all started with her, with them.

Something was telling Brittany that Santana could definitely rock the whole business woman deal, bossing people around and yelling orders. It could be kind of hot actually. Yeah, she could see it in front of her very eyes. Santana the CEO, just seemed right. Santana as power lesbian CEO? Even better. Brittany grinned as the girl admitted as much. There it was again, that warm feeling in her chest, just bringing her pure joy.

“I’m really happy for you, S. And I’m so proud. That’s amazing. I knew you were going to come around eventually,” Brittany nodded, reaching over the table to squeeze Santana’s hand in a small gesture of affection. It felt natural, to feel her skin again and they’ve always been physical, even during the time they stopped having sex.

Time After Time | Brittana

[itsbrittanysbitch]

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Brittany’s look over her was somehow still familiar to her and Santana wasn’t uncomfortable under it in the slightest, even now, after so much time had passed. Being around Brittany felt like being at home, almost as much as it did being at her home in Lima did, maybe even more. She was borderline bashful but she still tuned in to what Brittany was saying with interest, though she wasn’t surprised hearing what brought her to New York. “Your masters? Impressive, I’d say you’re the one out of my league, genius,” she teased, falling back into old habits easier than she ever expected to. 

“Yeah, of course.” The agreement came naturally, before she’d even registered whether she really was free or not. There’s no reason she wouldn’t want to catch up with someone as important to her as Brittany once was though and they had a hell of a lot to catch up on. Years had passed and Santana was excited to fill the blonde in on all the things she’d missed. In turn, she was looking forward to hearing what she’d missed as well. “Do you want to go get coffee or something?” 

 ”Coffee sounds great right now. The bestest,” Brittany spat out instantly. So much for being smart and educated when years later, Santana could still turn her into illiterate jock who barely managed to stutter out their own name. “There’s this nice shop right behind the corner. They put oreos in your coffee. Make it all crunchy,” she added, as if having cookie crumbles was a selling point for any kind of coffee, especially for someone like Santana, who probably lived and breathed Starbucks.

“C’mon, you have to tell me all about you,” she added quickly in hope Santana wouldn’t notice how big of a dork she was becoming around her. Instead, she pulled at the sleeve of her (incredibly hot and fitting) suit and started walking in said direction. Getting coffee together after such a long time seemed like a dream come true. And honestly who would’ve thought Santana’s butt would get even better over the years? Not that she stared or anything.

Time After Time | Brittana

[itsbrittanysbitch]

 tana-thehbic:

If simply seeing Brittany sent her back to high school, being back in a once familiar embrace had her feeling seventeen again, from the top of her head right down to her toes. It was a completely surreal feeling that surprised her more than anything. She hadn’t spent her college years pining for Brittany, far from actually but she couldn’t deny how good it feel to see her again. She hugged Brittany back just as tightly, smugly noting that her heels had their heights closer than they ever had been once she felt calm enough to breathe again as Brittany swayed them from side to side. 

Chuckling at the antics, Santana eventually started to draw away to look over Brittany again, idly thinking her eyes were tricking her still. There was no denying that the years that had passed were only good for Brittany, maturing her looks in the best possible way. She was still as in shape and as beautiful as Santana remembered. Just as adorable too, with the way she reacted to bumping into each other. “Look at you! What are you doing here?” She asked, her smile only deepening with every moment that it sunk in that Brittany really was here. New York had been a relatively easy option for her, which she’d told Brittany in an email before they lost touch when things got too busy for each of them but she hardly expected Brittany to remember that. It was years ago, after all, but it was definitely a surprise to see the other woman here.

“Look at me? Have you seen yourself? You’re like all grown up and sophisticated. Way out of my league now,” she joked, looking Santana up and down once again. Gosh, she was still so beautiful and classy. Brittany couldn’t help herself but linger at every single curve of her perfect body. It’s really been a while. “I go to school here now. MIT was kinda boring so I wanted to try something bit more upbeat for my masters,” she explained, giving Santana a small shrug.

“Do you like, have some free time so we could catch up? I can’t believe I didn’t think of that earlier,” Brittany muttered the last part more to herself than the girl in front of her. She really hasn’t been doing that well in the love department ever since she and Santana got pulled away from one another. Maybe because in a way her heart always belonged to the Latina, maybe because for one she was focusing on herself and not other people. Either way, they were in the same city now, there was no reason not to spend some time together, right?

Time After Time | Brittana

[itsbrittanysbitch]

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Four years. It had been four years since Santana had been at McKinley High School for her graduation, a day that felt as bittersweet as it was happy due to a certain person missing from it. Lima itself was a different story since her mami insisted on her coming home every holiday season but her high school days were long over and everything that was involved with it. In fact, it was nearly five years of the hustle and bustle of New York that felt so much more like home than the sleepy, small town of Lima ever did, as well as school and internships and apartment shopping and finally, a real job that made it all worth it. Santana had worked hard to get to were she was and she still had her sights set on something higher.

She was on her way back from a meeting, the weight of her briefcase securely in her hand and a tight pencil skirt that gave her even more confidence than her Cheerios uniform ever did, walking down a familiar street in a pace that she’d quickly become accustomed to even in heels, when she was thrown straight back into high school for a few moments. She stumbled slightly in her step, sending her straight towards the exact reason she had be surprised enough to trip in the first place and she briefly struggled to form any words. “Brittany,” she greeted once the initial shock had worn off as she let her eyes travel across the girl - no, woman now, who was once so familiar to her, lips curling up into a smile.

Why did she decide to do her master’s at Columbia of all places? Brittany really should’ve known better. New York was busy and chaotic and it just reminded her of all the bad habits she used to force herself into back in high school. And the good ones for that matter… like being around pretty girls and acting as if she didn’t give a damn. She did though, which was drawn all over her face the moment her eyes landed on a certain blast from the past.

She was on her way home after a really brain washing class, so maybe it was just a hallucination. There was no way, Santana Lopez would just randomly pop up in the middle of a sidewalk in all her glory. She was older, and way more mature-looking than Brittany remembered. Brittany figured she must have been like a business woman or something, judging by her mere appearance. It suited her in a way, the way she always held her head high back in high school. She was simply beautiful, stunning. Brittany almost forgot how much, until she smiled and her world stopped spinning.

“S-Santana?” she asked, still in disbelief. She was real, she had to be. “I.. oh my god, Santana!” Once the realization hit her, Brittany bounced upwards and wrapped her arms around her as tightly as possible. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” She kept on chanting as she moved their bodies left and right with joy.

Time After Time | Brittana

[itsbrittanysbitch]

 tana-thehbic:

“Thank you. So much, Britt. I love it.” For at least a few minutes, it was nice to just bask in the happiness Santana felt as a simple response to Brittany admitting to having feelings for her. Feelings that were more than just a hook up which Brittany had insisted on when she cut their relationship off in the first place. Feelings that she knew about already but had never quite had confirmed for her, at least not in a completely conscious state. It was especially nice to have one hand cradling Brittany’s against her stomach, the weight and warmth of the contact giving her a comfort she’d missed more than she knew, while the other reached to toy with the pendent resting against her chest, the meaning of which she had picked up on pretty quickly. In fact, even the gesture had her tearing up in the first place.

She was going to make the most of however long they had left though so despite the comfort in letting her head lull back against Brittany’s shoulder and leaning back into her embrace, she wanted her chance to hold Brittany too, while she could. So she was soon turning around, arms locking around Brittany’s midsection and her head tucking neatly against her shoulder, snuggling in impossibly closer the way she always tried to do. It was a position they had perfected, one that convinced Santana that their bodies were made to do it. To be fair though, they fit together perfectly no matter the position they were in - and they’d tried some creative ones. It might be the thing she missed the most, the feeling of belonging she got when she was in Brittany’s arms. 

“How long until you leave?” She asked because after living in denial for as long as she did, Santana really should be more comfortable with pretending Brittany wasn’t leaving soon and that after that, they probably wouldn’t have much contact and especially nothing like this. She couldn’t though because as much as she craved Brittany here with her, she knew it was a good thing. It was great thing actually, for Brittany to have such an opportunity so it wasn’t exactly a battle of her emotions for her between pride and sadness, just a combination of the two.

It felt amazing to have Santana in her arms again. To wrap her arms around her shoulders and keep her close. So tight that she could feel her heartbeat against Brittany’s own. Stupid, she should’ve told her sooner. After she found out. They’d still have time together that way. She’d still get to kiss her and hold her and make love to her. Now Brittany only had what? A bunch of hours. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. And she wasn’t the type to believe in long distance. She tried that with the very few friends she had at her previous school, they forgot her not long after she left. Brittany’s heart would break if Santana forgotten her like that. She’d rather have a proper goodbye and hope that one day they’d meet again.

“Not long, but let’s not talk about that. Okay? I want to just be with you now,” she admitted,  kissing the top of Santana’s head affectionately. “Now please tell me that you’re about to eat, because I’m starving. What do you say, little mouse? For old times sake, I promise not to eat anything off you.”                    

These Are My Confessions|| BRITTANA

[itsbrittanysbitch]

 tana-thehbic:

Santana couldn’t decide which was more surprising to her. The kiss she’d wanted since the very last one they’d shared, or seeing Brittany nearly break in front of her. Brittany was the strongest person she knew, even after she’d seen through some of the walls Brittany had up as she got to know her better. Honestly, girl had bigger problems than she did sometimes. All she could do to respond to Brittany for a few moments was gape at her, all the while thinking this conversation was long overdue. Long overdue, like way too late. She couldn’t say that though, not when Brittany was cradling her face and things seemed perfect, at least for a few minutes.

“I-I’m going to miss you too,” she stumbled over the sentence as she finally started to gain control again, at least enough to form words. She was actually on the path of heading straight back to Brittany’s lips, wanting the sensation back again, having missed it incredibly in the time that had passed between them, but she was soon distracted by Brittany’s fiddling. She frowned for a moment before the box was pulled out and then she was more so curious than confused as she reached for it. 

“Has anyone ever told you, you have really crappy timing?” She asked with a watery smile sent in Brittany’s direction, though she couldn’t really blame her. She might be one of the most irrational people, as she’d been told many times, but even she could see there wasn’t any point being angry at Brittany for this. She might be later but right now, they were saying goodbye. Opening the box, Santana physically felt her heart swell and then in seconds, she was in Brittany’s arms again and placing peck after peck to Brittany’s lips. “Thank you…I love you too…put it on me?” Each murmured between a kiss, Santana eventually pulled back again with tear-filled eyes, offering up the box for Brittany again and turning around. 

“You just did,” Brittany teased, hoping that humor would save them from the tears and misery that was going to become their reality soon enough. She simply wanted to enjoy her time left with Santana. However little of it was. Hours, minutes. Not even a day. For once allowing her to be honest, because there was no going back. Brittany’s heart was pounding like crazy, Santana said she loved her. Loved her. As in, was in love with her. Even if she kind of didn’t allow Brittany to say it first in her dorky, eager way. Maybe that was a part why Brittany loved her so much too.

A small giggle vibrated against Santana’s full lips between the sea of pecks that was attacking Brittany. God, why did she have to be so adorable? It was going to be so hard to leave her. Not that Brittany was any better. Not really. With the small gold pedant in a shape of pie, she not only proven to be the dorkiest person on the planet, but kind of branded Santana too. PIE like PIErce, the math genius. Yeah, Brittany was sneaky like that.

Gently, she took the necklace out of the box and put it around Santana’s neck, fighting with the tiny lock on the back of it. Accomplished after she managed to clasp it, Brittany placed her arms around the small curve of Santana’s waist and kissed the back of Santana’s neck. “There you go,” with those words she tightened her hold, refusing to let go of the girl just yet.

These Are My Confessions|| BRITTANA

[itsbrittanysbitch]

 tana-thehbic:

The question that Brittany said in a way that told Santana she already should have been anticipating is, has her merely shrugging. She wasn’t really expecting a goodbye, at least not one like this. She was kind of hoping they didn’t either because she was emotional enough when it came to even thinking about Brittany leaving, let alone it actually happening. Brittany had always been big on closure though, Santana realised, so maybe that was the reasoning behind the unscheduled goodbye. Despite visibly trying to distance herself, Santana didn’t fight when Brittany reached for her. In fact, she practically melted into the touch, especially when she heard the emotion in her voice. 

It was surprising, honestly, to see Brittany like that. Brittany, who was so unaffected by whatever was thrown at her - and Santana had thrown a lot; insults, names, cushions even a slap once. In fact, Santana had never really seen Brittany sad before, ever. Angry, yes. Sad, never. She didn’t know how to react for a few moments, watching emotions she wasn’t familiar with cloud deep blue eyes.

In the next beat though, she was moving forward and sliding her arms around Brittany’s midsection, raising up to rest her chin on Brittany’s shoulder in a tight embrace. She didn’t know what Brittany was going to say but seeing her upset was enough to have her forgetting about helping herself to hurt less. “Come on, Pierce. Spit it out, it’s not like I have all day.” It was something she would have said in the early days, before they hooked up even. The way she murmured it against Brittany’s ear and squeezed her waist afterwards though, that was all the Santana that had fallen in love with Brittany. 

Santana was so cuddly, she knew that it would be one of the things she missed the most about her. How her small, fragile frame could fit into Brittany’s arms easily. How she could pick her up and  spin her around when she felt like it. How Brittany’s arms seemed to be made for the sole purpose of being wrapped around her, holding her close. Brittany simply couldn’t let go of that, even with the encouragement coming from the girl.

Releasing something between a sob and a chuckle, she tightened her hold around Santana for the last time. She buried her nose in Santana’s hair and inhaled deeply, gathering the courage she needed to finally let out everything she needed to say. “Okay…” she started pulling away so they were facing one another. “Okay,” Brittany repeated more confidently, glancing down at Santana’s lips and biting onto her own. Yeah, maybe that was the right start. Without further hesitation she leaned down and placed a small kiss upon Santana’s lips with a shy smile following. “I really, really care about you, Santana. And I know it’s been weird and complicated and we haven’t really talked about those things. But you’re so important to me and I’m going to miss you so, so much,” she admitted, cupping Santana’s chin once again, looking into those deep brown eyes with regret. She shouldn’t have wasted so much time on being scared. Now it was time for their goodbyes and she’d never know how it’d feel to have Santana properly.

“I’ve got something for you,” she added, using her free hand to fiddle around her pocket and retrieve the box she’s been carefully keeping an eye on for the last couple of days.

These Are My Confessions|| BRITTANA

[itsbrittanysbitch]

 tana-thehbic:

It was the day. Santana didn’t have to set a reminder on her phone or mark it on her calendar to dread the day Brittany had informed her was the day she was leaving. She’d pointedly tried to do things that didn’t remind her of Brittany, that would distract her from everything about Brittany and especially the fact that she would be gone, really gone, really soon. It was proving to be difficult though, since Brittany had invaded almost every aspect of Santana’s life, which had happened with no complaints from her. Well, from no genuine complaints anyway. She’d eventually settled for letting herself be miserable, just for one day and take to the couch for a while. 

It was purely coincidence that she was heading upstairs to grab her phone off charge and saw the very person she was trying to avoid thinking about today. Even with that, Santana wasted no time hurrying over to push open her window in a blurry few seconds of panicked concern. “Brittany, what the hell are you doing? You know where the front door is, you’ve used it a hundred times.” Her lecture only lasted the few moments it took for Brittany to get inside though and her expression was slipping into something else, taking a few steps backwards and her arms crossing over her chest. “What are you doing here?

Her question was simply curious because she thought they’d silently agreed not to do the whole goodbye thing. She had reacted badly enough when Brittany told her she was leaving, she didn’t need to have a repeat situation there. As much as it seemed differently with their history, emotional displays weren’t exactly their thing.

“Umm hi?” Brittany’s voice was small and hesitant, but that didn’t stop her from jumping inside, her cheeks rosy from the exercise and a little bit from how she felt. Butterflies all jumping, or well flying inside her stomach. She could do this. Totally.

Santana was her still old, grumpy self. Trying to act all stubborn and not touched by anything, when she knew for a fact how fragile the girl really was. How easy she could make her upset. “Did you really think I’d leave without saying goodbye?” Brittany asked curiously, because hello, they might have never put a label on whatever they were doing but it was quite obvious that Brittany cared about her. Right? Shaking her head, she took a step forward, and then another, so she was positioned in front of her girl. Her hands gently untangling the stubbornly crossed ones in front of Santana’s chest. “Santana…” Brittany breathed out softly, her thumbs gently brushing against Santana’s forearms, since she never let go of them.

“Santana…” she repeated, swallowing the lump that was forming in the back of her throat. This was turning out to be way harder than she assumed. She couldn’t just say it out loud, she couldn’t just give her the necklace she oh so carefully picked at the jewelry store just the other day. No words could come out. Those chocolate colored eyes hypnotized her, weakening Brittany’s senses and making it impossible to speak in coherent sentences.

These Are My Confessions|| BRITTANA

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These Are My Confessions|| BRITTANA

That was it. Brittany was all packed and ready to leave for the new, better life. College, or well university really. Her bags were all stuffed with things, Lord Tubbington has been taken away for some quarantine stuff she didn’t like to think about and her parents were all grinning and crying about how proud they were. A dream come true, right?  Wrong. There was one certain reason why she couldn’t fully enjoy leaving Lima behind – Santana Lopez.

Hence, why she just had to see her one last time. Squeezing the tiny box on the inside of her pocket. Brittany wondered if Santana would get mad at her for talking about this on the day she was leaving, but she couldn’t just stop seeing her without a proper goodbye. Without telling her about how she felt and how important Santana was to her. Santana was precious, she was the sweetest, most caring and beautiful girl Brittany has ever seen.

Breathe in, breathe out. Brittany told herself as she knocked on Santana’s window, trying to reenact the whole Romeo and Juliet scenario in her head, except the tree in Santana’s backyard was kind of tricky and she was shaking on the thick branch leading to Santana’s window. C’mon, she had to be home or the whole plan would get ruined. Maybe Brittany should’ve called after all… or at least texted her to check if she was doing anything today. Like perhaps crying over Brittany leaving. Yeah, that would be super romantic.  

[itsbrittanysbitch]

 tana-thehbic:

There was absolutely no denying that Santana’s heart sped up as Brittany stepped closer to her, her legs shifting to accomodate the blonde between her thighs. She couldn’t deny the fact that she felt almost hopeful. Hopeful that the close proximity meant something more, that it might be the start of sorting out the tangled mess they found themselves in, in away that was more than the somewhat awkward friendship they were in now. Even if it was as simple as the lips she craved against her own every time she was around Brittany, she wanted whatever the blonde was about to offer her. She was sure that showed in the way her hands briefly came to rest on Brittany’s before sliding up her arms to settle on her shoulders to hold Brittany as equally as she was, tilting her head to try and catch a blue gaze.

That only made her feel so much more stupid as the weight of Brittany’s words sunk in for her. For a second, it was a blur of MIT, early admission, not graduating. And she didn’t understand a fraction of it. As it slowly started to resemble some form of sense, her eyebrows knit together in a frown and she shook her head. “What? No. No, that’s not how it’s supposed to be.” Her weak insistence was pointless, she knew that already but the news was shocking enough that she didn’t really care right now. “We were meant to graduate, together, because that would mean we were done with all this stupid high school crap and I could stop being scared and…wow, Britt. MIT?” At the risk of looking insane, a small, teary chuckle escaped her lips. “I’ve been trying to tutor the smartest kid at school. Hell, the smartest person in all of Ohio.” 

For a moment, she was torn. She didn’t know if she wanted to be closer or start distancing herself already but apparently the decision was made for her because her fingers had already fisted in Brittany’s shirt to pull her even closer, muffling her pathetic sobs and whimpers against her shoulder. “I don’t know how it’s possible but I hate you and I’m proud at you, all at once.” That was all she managed to mutter out though before she was succumbing to the tears that had already started. She didn’t do well with a few days distance from Brittany, on the occasion when they fought during their arrangement at the beginning, to the unofficial-but-official break up and even now, still. The idea of Brittany being all the way in Massachusetts, well she didn’t know how to deal with it.

 No, nononono, Brittany wanted to avoid exactly that. She couldn’t stand seeing Santana this upset. Santana was her kryptonite, she couldn’t handle her crying. There had to be a way of making her stop. “To be fair, you were doing a pretty good job. I totally didn’t stare at your boobs for like half of it,” she reasoned, hoping a joke would help. It didn’t… it just made Santana keep crying even more, clinging to her almost desperately.

Brittany’s body reacted on instinct, her arms wrapped around Santana’s frame, pulling her closer so she could cry her little heart out if she wished to. “Shhh, it’s okay. You’ll be okay,” she reassured, kissing the side of Santana’s head as if it was the most natural thing between them. “You’ll be okay,” she repeated, brushing her hands soothingly over the small of Santana’s back. For someone who always stood so tall and confident, Santana seemed so tiny, so fragile. Brittany had to protect her. Even if it was from herself.

“Look at me,” Brittany instructed after a while, pulling Santana away a bit so she could look at her face and gently brush away the tears still falling from her eyes. “You are the bravest person I know. With or without me. I know that and like you said, I’m the smartest person in Ohio so it has to be true. “

Tutoring Shenanigans || BRITTANA

[itsbrittanysbitch]

tana-thehbic:

Feeling Brittany’s touch, Santana relaxed even further. Not that she needed the encouragement to continue to lean closer to the blonde, acting on both what she wanted and natural instinct. It had been long enough that she probably should have known to keep her distance and kick the habit of being as close as physically possible but she hadn’t and she hardly wanted to either. With Brittany, it was like she had no control anyway. As disgustingly cliche as it was, she felt drawn to the blonde. She supposed she had from the very beginning and even now when she had no right or place to be acting on those feelings, she couldn’t help but do so. 

She hummed out an approval for the dish Brittany had picked, avoiding the pointed look blue eyes were sending her way to instead move even closer, this time laying her chin on Brittany’s shoulder and looking over the menu again. “Of course you do.” It was a simple dismissal, one Santana had been thinking on for a while. She knew Brittany didn’t need to study as much as she was forcing her to. It had been playing on her mind since the incident outside the principals office, really. The sheet of correct answers that had been thrown her way only a few minutes ago confirmed it. Acknowledging it though, meant she would have to stop bugging Brittany to study with her, to come over on afternoons she didn’t have Cheerios practice and even the nights she did. 

As sad as it was, it was the only time she got to spend with Brittany, even with her lack of aversion to being seen with her at school anymore. They still ran with different cliques, had different classes and timetables. Brittany complained about the studying but if she didn’t want to be here, she simply wouldn’t turn up, was Santana’s reasoning. That’s why she didn’t feel too guilty keeping up the facade that Brittany needed to keep studying. It also helped her to avoid thinking about what Brittany had done to end up in the principals office as well.

Turning till it was her cheek resting against Brittany’s shoulder, Santana reached to point to another dish. “You’ll like that one too. We can share.” With that, she started a slight ramble about Brittany coming over the next night to study as well, adding in a few subtle remarks (that weren’t quite as subtle as she intended) about ordering in pizza and maybe watching something on Netflix because as much as she wouldn’t admit it out loud, she was growing tired of studying too. She just wanted to spend time with Brittany again. 

Santana was getting clingy on purpose. Brittany wasn’t dumb, she noticed her step by step plan to get closer to her. And she couldn’t do anything to stop it, mostly because she enjoyed the intimacy between them way too much. Santana was still hers, even if they were never an item or anything. She was just hers, okay? Her breath on Brittany’s skin, her voice going straight into Brittany’s ear. So sweet and raspy.  “Yeah, that sounds good,  we can go halfsies on both,” she agreed, putting the menu down, just to listen to Santana’s badly constructed ramble that sounded more like a boy trying to ask a girl out for the first time than anything. Gosh, it was too adorable how little game this girl had.

Brittany sighed, turning around and strategically landing somehow between Santana’s legs against the counter top. With the extra height Santana gained from sitting on it their faces were basically on the same level. “Santana, listen…”  she started softly, her palms landing on the girl’s thighs, brushing against them soothingly, just so she’d have something to focus on instead of those puppy like brown eyes in front of her. “… I’m not always going to be there for you. You can’t rely on me like that. You can’t give me those looks and act like this is going to end up well. I don’t want to hurt you,” she admitted, sighing and finally gathering the courage to look up. Santana deserved to hear this from her, not some stupid rumor that would start after her disappearance from school.

“I’m not graduating with the rest of you guys. I … there’s only few weeks left for me here, okay? MIT said that my brain is like a super computer and they want me there for early admission. They said they can’t wait for me to graduate with the rest so they pressured Principal Figgins to let me do that right away. And we both know how far away MIT is from here,” she finished, wondering if she should take a step back in case Santana wanted space. Which was doubtful because she was the most cuddly person Brittany knew, but still…

Tutoring Shenanigans || BRITTANA

[itsbrittanysbitch]

 tana-thehbic:

Scoffing as she padded down the stairs, Santana thew a look over her shoulder at the blonde. Brittany knew her well enough to know that she wasn’t cooking anything, not daring to step into her mother’s kitchen with the intention of cooking without her and especially not without a family recipe book in front of her. It wasn’t that she didn’t know how (though her mother and abuela’s assistance when they cooked together came in handy most of the time) but she was lazy and take-out was their thing. Brittany’s reminder about just how much it was their thing, had her wishing for a few months ago when the blonde wouldn’t hesitate to do exactly that. 

“Good luck with that. These are so hard to forget, I’d be offended if you didn’t think of them every time you ate noodles.” She shrugged, keeping her tone even and her expression as neutral as she pulled open a drawer of take-out menus, sliding one for a Thai restaurant closer to the blonde. She listed herself up to sit on the nearest kitchen counter, conveniently close to Brittany as well under the guide of being able to read the menu - one she had memorised by now, but Brittany didn’t have to know that. 

It wasn’t look of watching Brittany look over the menu rather than looking for something to eat herself, that she was kicking out her leg to nudge her foot against the blonde’s thigh to grab her attention. “Hey. I missed hanging out like this. Even if you should be  studying when we’re together,” she insisted, though she knew very well all her attempts had mostly failed thanks to a very stubborn blonde. “I just really missed you.”

Fair enough, Brittany did have vivid flashbacks every time she took chopsticks into her hand, but Santana didn’t need to know that. Her ego was already huge enough as it was for someone who spent so much time in the past claiming not to be into women. Gosh she was so bad at staying in the closet she might as well wear a huge sign with ‘lesbian’ pointing right at her. Being subtle wasn’t her strong suit either, with the way she got closer and closer to Brittany while acting all casual about it.

She was all over the place, making it hard for Brittany to pick anything, or read for that matter. It was instincts acting out when she began to gently rub Santana’s calf with her palm. She didn’t even pay her that much attention. Her body just acted on its own accord. She shouldn’t be giving Santana more reasons to get attached, with her sweet little mouse words making her all vulnerable and shit.

Looking over her shoulder Britany was ready to brush her off, say something random that would throw her off her tracks, except she couldn’t. Her eyes softened, knowing that not long from then they wouldn’t be able to spend time like this anymore. Shaking her head, she returned to the menu and pointed out a random dish that sounded the funniest in her opinion before looking back at Santana again, searching for her approval. “For the record though, I don’t need to study.”

Tutoring Shenanigans || BRITTANA

[itsbrittanysbitch]

 tana-thehbic:

Confident and maybe a little cocky that Brittany wouldn’t have any idea what she was talking about and had no chance of proving that she did, Santana nodded. A familiar smirk crossed her lips until Brittany was spurting off a few things about the topic she was covering, making Santana falter a little. She quickly passed it off as just Brittany paying just enough attention to pick up some key terms and forget everything at all when she felt the familiar press of a body against her own that turned her mind blank. 

She didn’t recover until her eyes were focusing on the piece of paper Brittany was pushing towards her, narrowing a mere second later as she glanced up at the blonde. It wasn’t obvious Brittany was distracted before but Santana couldn’t quite figure out by that. This was enough of the confirmation she needed to know that the few glances she’d tossed at Brittany, only to see blue eyes locked much lower than her face but higher than the textbook between them, wasn’t a mistake. It was also enough to take away some of her anger over Brittany not listening to her. She’d been around Brittany enough to know that she wasn’t a good actress but she was going to have to at least try and act peeved over this, despite not totally hating the way Brittany was obviously ogling her again instead of listening to her lecture.

“Lucky guess.” Was all she supplied before she was clearing her throat and pushing the textbook off her lap. She put some distance between them again as she pushed off her bed, heading towards her door to keep up her end of the deal. In any other case, she might have thrown a bit of a fit about continuing to study but Brittany had softened her just slightly tonight. “Are you coming?” She asked at the doorway, eyebrows raising towards the blonde, though she couldn’t deny the tug she felt on the corners of her lips. 

It was hardly a lucky guess when Brittany already knew all of her material. Heck she could probably be the one lecturing people on it, but she did find it amusing that Santana was so into the whole teacher student roleplay. Oh how she’d love to wear a skimpy uniform and have the Latina in a pencil skin-tight skirt on top of some white blouse. Yep, Brittany’s imagination was already working on such scenario as she skipped towards the doorway to meet her.

“Obviously. What are we cooking, good looking?” she asked cheerfully, as if finally getting peeled away from those books freed her from the constraints of this awful studying session.  Shame she broke things off with Santana, because right now her hand was begging her to slap the delicious curve of her ass as they made their way downstairs. Oh well, maybe somewhere in the future she would revisit that territory. Brittany was going to leave Lima soon enough not to have any repercussions about jumping into that water again.

“I was thinking Chinese but then I remember that time I ate the noodles off your boobs and I don’t want to connect those two together forever…” she admitted, scrunching her nose in thought.  “Thai maybe?”

Tutoring Shenanigans || BRITTANA

[itsbrittanysbitch]

 tana-thehbic:

Arms crossed over her chest and an unimpressed expression crossing her features, Santana was less than happy with Brittany’s attempts to distract her, as well as the obvious lie about listening to her. She should have been more annoyed though, with all the effort and time she was putting in to try and help Brittany that it seemed the girl hardly cared but she still somehow found herself with as little willpower as she always had when it came to Brittany. She couldn’t deny the blonde’s comment that was so purely Brittany that it melted her heart a little. Relenting, she leaned a little closer and shrugged.

“I try to never look at Berry directly so I can’t say that I’ve noticed them but I can guarantee that you can find them in the children department in any store.” With that, she paired it with a familiar, bitchy smile before she was tapping the textbook again. Switching to another tactic, she continued in closer and released a small sigh that left her lips jutted out and pouty. “Britt, can you please just study now and maybe after I’ll help find something for your grandmother? I think I still have a link to an online store I bought my abuela’s last present from.” 

With her favorite view shielded away from Brittany’s eyes, she had no choice but to look at Santana’s face with a pout forming on her lips. Maybe she wasn’t as sneaky as she thought. Either way, Brittany just wanted a peace of mind and no more of this whole … whatever it was they were reading about. Glancing down, just to catch the subject on top of the page the blonde gave herself a nod of understatement. “So… if I prove to you I was listening we can just go downstairs and order some food instead of this?” She asked hopeful, a small smirk curled on her mouth.

“Because I can tell you all phases of the photosynthesis and even explain the chemical reaction at the bottom of the page. Look.” Without giving Santana a chance to respond, Brittany leaned over, reaching for an empty piece of paper and conveniently crushing herself against the smaller girl. It was a matter of seconds before she was presenting Santana with a result of her work scribbled in the very middle of the page. “So food?”.

Tutoring Shenanigans || BRITTANA