#brittana fanfics

[buffynha]

Nothing Burns Like The Cold

By Drew55

Emotions run high when Brittany and Santana get caught together in a blizzard. At the time of the storm Brittany's still dating Sam and hasn't told Santana. Santana knows about their relationship and is furious with Brittany because she hasn't told her. How will they deal with their estrangement and how will it affect their survival?

Rated: Fiction M

Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Romance

Pairing: [Brittany P., Santana L.], Sam E.

Status: Complete

Chapters: 7

Words: 45,114

Published: Jul 18, 2013

Updated: Jan 14, 2014

[the-femslash-wishlist]

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[unholy-fabray]

"the diva" "the cheerleader"

"the Latina" "the blonde"

[lopeirce]

take me down into your paradise don't be scared cause i'm your body type

[hosiesameena]

only love is all maroon

"It was hard to say, however, when exactly she knew. Like, she’d always known, because anyone who even looked at them could see the tie between their souls, but there had been moments, small and insignificant in that second that when layered together painted a picture she could not unsee."

or; The evolution of Brittana from the perspective of Quinn Fabray.

chapters: 1/1

rating: T

pairings: brittany/santana

characters: quinn fabray, santana lopez, brittany pierce, minor rachel berry

tags: brittana from quinn’s pov, somewhat introspective, implied lesbian quinn fabray, blink and you’ll miss it faberry, but it’s there!, young brittana, lots of feelings, internalized homophobia

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59989144

When Santana is forced to come out to everyone their senior year of high school, she doesn’t tell Quinn – or at least not explicitly.

The day the commercial airs, Quinn invites Santana and Brittany over to her house. They sit in her basement and down bags of chips they know they’ll pay for at practice next week. They don’t turn on any live TV, instead they watch movies on DVD until the late hours of the night. Brittany falls asleep first, curled around Santana, who runs an absent-minded hand through her hair. Quinn watches them, boldly, and Santana doesn’t shrink from her gaze. Instead, she smiles softly, and Quinn smiles back.

Later, when Quinn and Santana finally lay down to go to sleep and turn off the movies, Santana turns to her. She can’t see her face, but she can imagine her expression. She wonders if one day it’ll be mirrored on her own.

“I really like her,” Santana whispers in the thick cover of darkness. “Actually, I love her.”

“I know.”

“When?”

Quinn doesn’t know the right way to answer that. She doesn’t think Santana would like her answer — she wouldn’t like it if someone told her this either — but her love has always been plastered across her face. Santana has always worked tirelessly to hide her feelings, even if it meant being labeled a bitch, to keep herself safe. You can’t hide some things though.

“Freshman year, that Cheerios party. I saw you two in the bathroom,” Quinn half-lies. She did see them then. But that wasn’t when she knew.

Quinn Fabray has known Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce were in love for as long as she can remember.

Or, well, more accurately, as long as she can remember being Quinn Fabray. When she transferred to McKinley at the start of her Freshman year, she knew a spot on the elusive Cheerios was waiting for her. She had become the sort of girl who did not ask things, or want for them, she simply had them. So she got a spot on the team and when she read her name on the list she just shrugged, and turned back to the other wide-eyed, squealing girls and appraised them in all their brazen fulfilled desire with mild disinterest.

Only one other girl was silent, her frown deep despite her name – Santana, she recalled from tryouts – being on the list, as if she’d expected it to be higher, scrawled across the very top. Quinn saw a familiar glint in her eyes, something she recognized. Something raw and hungry and built , not given. So she knew she was the same as her, in the ways that mattered. They had fought and clawed to be where they were and they knew they would only continue to rise because they had to. There was no other choice.

A lithe blonde bound over, her face cheery, and Quinn watched as her pinky linked with Santana’s like they’d done it a million times. Maybe they had. Interesting , was all Quinn thought. Santana shifted, until half her face was shadowed from the fluorescents, so she was fully facing her, and let out one, small smile, reserved only for the other girl. When she cocked her head and the lights of the locker room fully illuminated her face again, it was like it had never been there at all.

Quinn liked that. She didn’t relate to the other girls her age who wore their hearts plainly on their sleeves and embarrassed themselves where anyone could see. She preferred to have emotions in a controlled setting – nobody wants to see their idol snotty-faced and red as they cry over a dumb boy. And that’s what she needed. To be their idol. To be on the top of that pyramid, both on the Cheerios and at McKinley as a whole. She knew she would have both.

And she did.

Later on, when they’d become the Unholy Trinity, Quinn knew the ins and outs of Santana and Brittany like the back of her hand. While Brittany was sort of the human embodiment of what left a sour taste in Quinn’s mouth – bubbly, kind to everyone, and not afraid to cry in front of a room full of girls – she also sort of admired her for it. On Brittany, it worked, because you could tell she meant every word she said – and if she hated you, you’d know. She could appreciate the honesty at least. Plus, Santana had threatened to cut her the first, and only, time she laughed at Brittany for getting overly excited.

So if it made her a hypocrite to judge other girls for their emotions and still be friends with Brittany, she didn’t actually give a fuck.

Someone once asked Quinn, later, if she and Santana and Brittany were even actually friends. She supposed it was a fair question. They stepped on each other’s backs to ascend higher and higher and just laughed when they left the others below them. They were clawed skin and headaches from yanking each other's ponytails, but they were also a heap of body warmth collapsed together on a bed, drunk, and fizzy, jabbing fingers wiping sweat-smeared mascara from beneath each other’s eyes.

They were everything to each other in the way that made them best friends but also terrible friends. They were closer than close. But Quinn also knew that Brittany was everything to Santana in a way she would never be. She didn’t think Santana knew, even, but Quinn could read them like a book after years forged in fire together.

It was hard to say, however, when exactly she knew. Like, she’d always known, because anyone who even looked at them could see the tie between their souls, but there had been moments, small and insignificant in that second that when layered together painted a picture she could not unsee.

There was the first Cheerios practice, when Coach Sylvester reamed out Brittany for forgetting a hair tie. Quinn saw the way Santana bit down on her lip so hard a deep, maroon-y red pearled around the white of her teeth. The next day, in the locker room, when Brittany inevitably had forgotten a hair tie again, Santana pulled one off her wrist silently – she’d been wearing two.

Then there was Christmas, freshman year still, when they had one day off of practice – even though school was closed for two weeks, they still had Cheerios – and all three of them had a sleepover and trekked out into the snow in the middle of the night to make snow angels. The moon was heavy and full, and the sky glowed pink and orange with the promise of fresh snow in the morning. Brittany tilted her face up to the sky, tongue out like she might catch a snowflake.

“It’s not even snowing right now,” Quinn had said.

Santana glared at her and told Brittany to close her eyes and focus really hard. Then, while she was doing so, Santana scooped some snow off the ground and stood on her tippy toes to reach above Brittany’s face and gently let a little bit filter through her gloved fingers. Brittany laughed as each flake touched her tongue, then turned and looked at Santana with the silver of the moon glistening in her blue eyes.

Quinn felt like maybe she was intruding, felt like she should turn and give them some space. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t look away.

“There could’ve been, like, unicorn pee on that snow, San,” she said, humor lacing her words.

“Hey!” Santana had said, holding her hands up and laughing. “That wasn’t me! It was snowing for a second!”

“Right,” Brittany said, as she hip-bumped Santana, sending her giggling as she stumbled through the snow.

Santana never giggled like that at school, or really anywhere, other than when she was with Brittany, and it was easy to forget how truly young they were. Quinn wondered sometimes, late at night, if she had made a mistake. By the time the morning light burned the dew off the grass in her front yard, however, she remembered why she had done everything she had. Why she could never go back.

So it scared her, a lot more than she’d admit, the way Santana and Brittany acted together. She knew they could get away with a lot just from the red shells and skirts they donned in the halls every day, but that protection only extended so far. It scared her that she sometimes thought that maybe her and Santana were more alike than she’d ever initially imagined. She could barely admit that to herself, refusing to accept it. She had a lot of practice with that, it wasn’t hard.

But either way, she knew she would be better than Santana because she knew how far she could fall so, subsequently, she knew how far she could push without toppling over her carefully crafted world. She settled instead, when things felt too overwhelming, for clutching her cross necklace in her fist and squeezing until her skin was indented and bruised.

She knew Santana would not be able to control herself much longer, no matter how many boys she let stick their tongues down her throat at parties. And she worried she’d be caught in that fallout.

A lot of people thought Brittany was really dumb. There were times Quinn would be inclined to believe that too, but then she’d do something or say something astute and it would send you reeling.

2 months after that night in the snow, as Valentine’s day rolled around, when she first set her sights on Finn – the perfect cheerleader needed the perfect football player boyfriend – Quinn, who had stayed after school to practice more until her legs were aching and she could barely catch her breath, walked past an art classroom, then stopped when she recognized Brittany sitting inside.

She was cutting hearts out of green cardstock, nodding along to some song only she could hear.

“Brittany?” Quinn called, stepping into the room.

She looked up at her, tilting her head to the side and smiling, like she’d been expecting her.

“Hi!”

“What are you doing?”

She hummed noncommittally. She cut into a new piece of paper.

“Waiting for Santana,” she decided on, finally.

“Where is she?” Quinn asked, brow furrowing.

“With Puck. Behind the bleachers.”

“Why?”

Brittany looked up from her work again, cocking a brow. “Why do you think, silly?”

Quinn knew the two had been fooling around recently, Santana’s own answer to the same problem Quinn was beginning to face. She just didn’t think Brittany knew.

“And you’re… okay with that?” Quinn asked, cautiously. The last thing she needed was for her to burst into tears – a very real possibility.

“Of course,” Brittany said. “I’m not in charge of her. I’m not like a mean Santa Claus forcing all the elves in the North Pole to work, even if they’d totally rather be doctors, or something.”

Quinn shook her head, losing the thread of the conversation. Brittany seemed to notice, setting her pink, kid-sized scissors down on the table and shifting to more fully face Quinn.

“Things are… not easy for Santana,” she said, solemnly, like a eulogy. “They will never be easy,” she looked away for a second, considering. “Even though people sometimes say she’s easy…” she shook her head and continued. “Sometimes, people have to do things they don’t really, in their hearts, want to do. I want Santana to be happy. She’s not ready for things to be hard yet, and that’s okay. She can’t know who she is yet. But I know her. And so it doesn’t matter what she does because nobody else understands why she has to do what she does.”

Quinn was silent.

“Well,” Brittany continued, fixing a pointed stare on Quinn. “Some people do understand. But things can’t be hard for them yet, either.”

Quinn swallowed down a wave of nausea and gripped her necklace, harder, harder, harder.

“What are you doing with all those hearts?” was the response she settled on. She couldn’t manage anything else right then. Brittany, to her credit, took the subject change in stride.

“Green’s Santana’s favorite color,” she said. “But don’t tell her I told you. She likes people to think it’s red. I’m gonna put them in her locker on Valentine’s Day.”

“Oh,” Quinn said. “That’s thoughtful.”

That’s when she knew that the feelings weren’t one-sided.

The end of Freshman year, the senior Cheerios threw an unsanctioned party at one of their houses and invited the whole team. Quinn, Santana, and Brittany arrived together and were instantly swept into the chaos – the invite list spiraled at some point until it felt like the entire school was packed into one single-family house.

Someone shoved a cup into her hand and Quinn gratefully downed it, not even wincing at the burn. At some point, she got separated from Santana and Brittany, but she didn’t mind. The drinks continued to flow and she stumbled around the rooms, laughing like no one else could hear her. In the kitchen, there was a gaggle of kids Quinn knew were capital-N Not popular. She wondered when they got there. She wondered if she should be mean to them or kick them out, but with liquor coursing through her veins, she couldn’t remember why exactly that would be a good idea.

There was a girl with them, dressed in the stupidest outfit she’d ever seen – a plaid skirt and knee socks and a god-awful sweater. But she locked eyes with Quinn and didn’t look away, like she wasn’t scared and Quinn found herself daunted, recoiling. She wasn’t used to this reaction. And she couldn’t fully tell how that made her feel – but mostly it made her feel like she needed to get away, fast, before she did something really stupid. So she did.

She stumbled upstairs, searching for an unoccupied bathroom and preferably one not already riddled with vomit and empty solo cups. She slipped past an “Off Limits!” sign taped to a door, into what must have been the master bedroom. It was dark, but the attached bathroom had a light on, shining white in the black of the rest of the room. She cursed under her breath and started to leave, before the silhouettes of two familiar builds slid into her view.

It was Santana and Brittany, backlit by the light-up vanity. Santana trailed a hand over Brittany’s cheek, tucking her fingers firmly beneath her chin. Then, she leaned in and kissed Brittany – hard. Brittany kissed her back, wrapping her arms around Santana’s waist and pulling her closer as the kiss deepened. One of them – it was impossible to tell who – made a small sound and Quinn realized she hadn't breathed once. She had to get out of there, and fast.

She slipped out of the bedroom and gently shut the door behind her. She leaned against the wall, everything spinning. She’d known – but that was when she knew it was more than just pining, secret, don’t-touch-them-with-a-10-foot-pole feelings . A million Bible verses whizzed through her mind, but in her drunken state, all that stuck was the girl in the kitchen downstairs and a resounding Good for them.

Summer came and went and suddenly it was Sophomore year. Things were different – Quinn was different. Just like she feared that first week of Cheerios, she fell. But it was okay. She knew how to build herself up again. She got what she needed, really, for a moment. She had Finn and then lost him. She had sex with Puck because she wondered how it felt for Santana (it made her feel empty, she realized). She joined Glee Club with that girl from the party. Things happen the way they’re supposed to, she decided.

Junior year she reclaims her throne with a sort of mild satisfaction. Still, like she did all the way back in Freshman year, she watches Brittany and Santana, still all linked pinkies and skin brushing in the halls, but things aren’t different for them yet.

She decides that’s okay. She thinks they’ll figure it out one day.

She thinks she will too.

[words-of-mo]

#Glee #Brittana #fanfiction - Chapter 63 of “Tell our story” is finally online! "As Brittany's due date approaches, an emotional Santana is getting ready to shoot the final episode of #Glee."

General synopsis of this fanfic: "A 6 months pregnant Santana tries to sell her Glee TV show project while Brittany runs a successful dance school in L.A. with Mike Chang”. Focuses on Brittana’s personal and professional developments. Sweet, funny but also dramatic at times. Features most of the Glee characters. Rated M.

[peter-pan-demonium]

~ Updated Fanfic - Glee - Faberry ~

Chapter 4 of Wonderland is posted!

Quinn and Rachel are working through their feelings about Beth and Shelby's reappearance in Lima, but luckily they have strong parental support. And all the emotions surrounding the situation are only bringing them closer together. ❤️

[i-am-gek]

A Halloween fic? Of course! And I've put it in my ever growing anniversary verse. It's nice writing about them as parents, though, I just reread R44 and I definitely am feeling inspired to put some new love into that fic. As I've promised, none of my ongoing fics are abandoned, simply on hold until I can get the inspiration right for what they deserve.

In the meantime, enjoy Halloween Harmony.

[monochromeheartbeat]

Title: I’ll Teach You to Dance

Author: monochromeheartbeat

Rated: M

Synopsis: Three years after graduation, Santana Lopez and her roommates, Quinn Fabray and Rachel Berry, attend a dance class in NYC. Follows most of the events in Glee if Brittany had never gone to WMHS. Alt. Synopsis: “This is a story about two girls who can’t fucking sleep in their own god damn beds.” Status: WORK IN PROGRESS. >>Chapter 45: Why the Bird Can't Sing<< Need a reread? Posting once a week on AO3.

[buffynha]

Birthday Letters

By acewritergirl

The deep breath held seven years of friendship and love and she was about to exhale. "I know that I said that I'd wait forever for you, Santana, but I can't do this anymore." AU Brittana. Now complete with epilogue.

Rated: Fiction T

Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Brittany P., Santana L.

Status: Complete

Chapters: 5

Words: 25,031

Published: Aug 7, 2012

Updated: Sep 3, 2012

Adaptation as original novella:

Birthday Letters (Sapphic Shorts)

Brooke Blackwell and Julietta Alvarez have been secret girlfriends for years and Brooke can't take it anymore. She breaks up with Julietta and attempts to move on with her life. Then she receives a letter on her birthday from Julietta, and so begins a tradition of birthday letters between the two.

Chapters: 5

Pages: 87

Published: Jan 6, 2023

[pitchblackpoet]

might write a glee chatfic for funsies...thinking

[agathasroad]

Fanfics are really such a comforting art form on days like today. It’s nice to get lost in beautiful stories where Santana is still out living her life and falling in love with Brittany a million times over🥰

[yourstreetserenade]

Sometimes I have fanfic ideas that I know could potentially be really hilarious and fun but I know I'll absolutely never get around to writing them.

My latest idea is Groundhog's Day-esque take on Valentine's Day from season 4. Let's say at the end of 'I Do' Brittany finds out that Santana and Quinn slept together which triggers tears and heartache and Brittany going home and wishing somehow, some way she could do things over again until she gets Santana back. I don't know, insert some magical wish scenerio, and bam, Brittany wakes up the next day, only it's not really the next day. It's Valentine's Day again. A do-over.

Brittany realizes what's happening and thinks maybe this is a sign from the universe. She's meant to win Santana's heart back (and thus, stop Quinntana from hooking up at the end of the night) only that's easier said than done. She has to relive Valentine's Day over and over and over again because each time she changes something or has a different interaction with a friend a domino effect occurs. Each time she relives the day over again she and Santana have some meaningful and charged interactions at the wedding but for one reason or another, Brittany is unable to change the outcome. Either she misses something or Santana misses something, or there's some miscommunication somewhere and Santana ends up walking into that hotel room with Quinn at the end of the night.

Let's say it goes on for like, a week. Brittany is forced to relive the Valentine's Day wedding/reception for an entire week. It starts off kind of amusing seeing how small actions cause ripple effects among her friends but as the days go on her frustration grows because ''oh my god, maybe the universe wants me to be miserable and I'm doomed to live this sucky day for all of eternity watching the girl I love end up with someone else at the end of the night.''

Maybe at the end of the neverending week Brittany finds herself alone at the hotel bar having a drink alone. She looks at the clock and she knows the timeline by now, she knows exactly where Santana is. She's sad about it but on this night, she's sorta resigned. Except after awhile someone joins her at the mostly deserted bar. Santana. She doesn't say where she just came from and Brittany doesn't ask because she doesn't want to hear how she just came from Quinn's.

They have a drink together though and fall back into who they are: BrittanyandSantana. They laugh and they talk, about the wedding, about love and about fate. If Will and Emma are meant to be together, they'll figure it out, you can't fight the universe stuff. Brittany asks ''what if the universe wants me to be miserable?'' and Santana shakes her head. Santana once said that Brittany ''was everything good in this miserable stinking world'' but what she really meant was that she's everything good in this miserable stinking universe. The universe wouldn't do that to Brittany.

Then, sort of paraphrasing their convo at the end of S2 Brittany asks ''what about you and I?'' to which Santana pretty much quotes Brittany ''all I know about you and I is that I love you, I love you more than anyone in this world, and because of that I think anything is possible.''

Maybe Brittany even laughs a sad little laugh. ''What if I told you I've been reliving the same day over and over again trying to win you back?''

Santana smiles and replies. ''I think you've had one too many drinks, Britt.''

Maybe Santana walks her home thinking Brittany is tipsy. Brittany doesn't protest because she enjoys the company. It's crisp and frosty so they're both adorably bundled up. At Brittany's door Santana says good night and goodbye. It's sweet and chaste but romantic. Like a couple of awkward kids dancing around their crushes. Before they part though Brittany tells her "just so you know, I'd do it. I'd live day after day trying to get you back. I'll never stop chasing after this with you."

Brittany goes inside and doesn't wait for a reply. She doesn't need one. This one night with Santana has reignited her determination. She'll relive this day for as long as she has to. She'd chase Santana for a thousand years if she has to.

Santana stands alone under the stars and has her own magical moment. Wanting to make her own deal with the universe. She got things wrong when she broke up with Brittany. Ever since then it's like the planets have been out of alignment since she let her go. She makes a wish to get Brittany back.

Flashforward to the next day. Valentine's Day yet again. Brittany wakes up and goes through the motions she's been going through for the past week. Breaks up with Sam. Diverts Puck away from Kitty. But also makes time for a goofy dance break with Mike. But something's different. This time during We've Got Tonight, Santana taps Mike on the shoulder and asks if she can cut in. Mike happily obliges.

Brittany is surprised. In all of the loops this has never happened before. Is this happening? Is this really it? They slow dance. It's beautiful and sweeping and WE CUT TO Santana and Brittany dancing and singing through the hallways until they reach Santana's hotel door. She opens the door for Brittany, takes her hand and together they walk in.

The next morning Brittany stretches and opens her eyes to find herself in the hotel room. She jumps up, shocked. This isn't part of the loop. This is new. The night before didn't just happen, it took. She spent the night with Santana and got to wake up in her arms in an entirely new day. Out of joy she does a goofy little celebration dance. Santana laughs "I was that good huh?" and Brittany is like "yes but you don't get it. I've been reliving the same day over and over trying to get you and me back on track. I lived that Valentine's Day wedding seven times. Us waking up together means I did it, we did it, we made things right with the universe."

Brittany isn't really clear on the how of it all and Santana doesn't understand anything but it's painted out for the reader to decipher that it was the Santana from the previous loop that made a wish that night and sent it up into the universe. In order for them to get back on track it couldn't just be because of Brittany's wish (which is why she was in limbo on a loop), Santana also had to wish for the same thing. Once they had both wished for the same thing the universe allowed time to move forward again. Brittany remembers all of the previous loops, Santana does not.

They lay there happy and in love and knowing where ever the universe takes them next they'll go there together. Brittany really knew what she was talking about when she once said "anything is possible" she literally hit pause on time until she and Santana came to their senses and found their way back to each. And end!

[shapposaid]

Hi guys! I have written my first oneshot based on a Brittana headcanon that had been in my mind for a thousand years. Tell me what you think to see if I should keep writing some more. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed writing it 💛

Synopsis: Brittany has a surprise prepared for Santana during prom (season 2).

LIL' PROM

After finishing her duet with Mercedes, Santana had no reason to stay at the gym. It was the only commitment she had during prom, and it was already over. The gym was still packed with people having fun and enjoying every second. But that wasn't the case for her.

It had been a bad night for her, the whole idea of going with Karofsky as a cover... When did she come up with that nonsense? She would have enjoyed it much more even if she had gone alone... or with Brittany. Just the mention of that name sent a shiver down her spine and formed a half-smile on her face.

What would have happened if she had gone to prom with Britt? Would she have enjoyed it more, or would it have been worse? Everything that had happened with Kurt... the laughter, the "jokes," the looks. She wouldn't have been able to handle it. But the way everything had ultimately turned out so well for him? Santana admired Kurt for that. She wished she could be like him someday.

Now that she was thinking about Brittany, where was she? Santana hadn't seen her for a while. And it was strange, Britt always make herself noticed wherever she went. That was what Santana liked most about her. Her lifestyle, her energy, and her optimism to enjoy the little things every day. Brittany had infected her a little with that way of being this past year, and Santana loved it.

"What if she's tired of me?" Santana thought. "What if she's tired of my ups and downs? I told her I would go to prom with her and then I show up with Karofsky. What if she went home with Artie? I saw them dancing together during 'Dancing Queen'... I'm so stupid." A bunch of questions and insults to herself began to accumulate in her head. Tears were welling up in her eyes. She hated herself. She hated everything about herself at that moment.

"Here you are!" A sweet voice pulled her out of her state of anxiety. "I've been looking for you for a while." It was the girl she had been thinking about for several minutes... well, minutes... or months. Santana turned to see her properly.

"Oh, Britt! I didn't see you." Santana said, trying to sound as natural as possible and avoiding the lump in her throat to be noticed. But the blonde knew her too well.

"What are you doing here alone in a corner?" Brittany asked worriedly. "Are you okay? Do you need water or something?" She kept looking in all directions, ready to stop the party if necessary.

"Yes, yes, don't worry. I'm fine." Santana lied. "It's just that I got a little overwhelmed with so many people and so much noise." she lied again. She didn't want to make a scene; she didn't want to ruin Brittany's night.

"Okay." Brittany responded, not entirely believing that excuse. After a few seconds, Britt reached out and grabbed Santana's hand tightly. "Come on, come with me. Let's get out of here, I've prepared something for you."

Before Santana could ask anything, Brittany guided her through the crowd to one of the side exits of the gym, not letting go of her hand. Santana's heart almost stopped.

In a matter of seconds, they were outside, and all the noise inside turned into a murmur.

After walking through a couple of hallways, Santana found her voice again. "Where are we supposed to be going?" she asked nervously. She was grateful to the entire universe that Brittany was ahead of her. Her face must have been the color of her dress.

She asked the question just to break the silence because in reality, she knew exactly where Brittany was leading her. Santana knew that path too well. They had walked it together for years after finishing their rehearsals with the Cheerios.

Santana was right. Britt stopped right in front of the gym's locker room door.

"I don't understand, what are we doing here?" Santana asked, still nervous.

"I know tonight has been a difficult night for you," Brittany began to say. "I know that because it has been difficult for me too. I tried to have fun with this random people, but I just wanted... I wanted to be with you. It hasn't been the same."

"Britt, I'm sorry, I-" Santana began to say, feeling terrible for Brittany, but she didn't let her continue.

"Santana, please, let me finish. I've been thinking all night about what to say to you and I need to let it out," Brittany pleaded. Santana nodded and let her continue. "I know this," she gestured to herself and Santana, "is difficult for you to accept. I know that when you want to do one thing, you end up doing something completely different out of fear. And I don't want you to feel that fear, I want to help you. I don't want you to miss out on moments in your life because of fear. I don't want you to miss out on important moments in our silly teenage lives like tonight. Everyone deserves to live the life they want to live. And I want to help you start doing that, if you'll let me..." Brittany didn't take her eyes off Santana for a second. She wanted Santana to know that everything she was saying was true. She continued speaking, "That's why I've prepared this surprise for you."

"What do you mean? What surprise?" Santana's furrowed brow was mixed with a shy smile. She couldn't believe anything she was hearing.

"Okay, it's a surprise for you... but also for me, but especially for you." Brittany hesitated. Santana loved it when she got this nervous. It was then that Brittany broke their hand-holding for the first time since they leave the gym to open the door they were standing next to.

Brittany opened the door to the locker room. Santana knew this room like the back of her hand; she could walk through it with her eyes closed if she wanted. But this time, there was something different.

Dozens of colorful streamers decorated the room, along with balloons on the floor and a small banner hanging from one locker to another that read "LIL' PROM." Candles illuminated the room with an orange glow.

"I know it's pretty cheesy, but it's the only thing I had time to prep-" Brittany nervously began to say, but Santana stopped her with a hug. She hugged her for what felt like at least 5 minutes, but for her, she could have hugged her for hours.

When Santana broke the hug, tears were streaming down her cheeks, but this time they were tears of happiness.

"You prepared all of this for me? For us?" Santana asked, incredulous. She still couldn't believe everything that was happening.

"Yes, that's what I was telling you. I want you to at least enjoy a little bit of prom with me... if you want, of course," Brittany said with a nervous smile on her face.

"Britt, I... I don't know what to say. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve you," Santana began. Brittany tried to stop her, but Santana continued. "I've been a jerk. I should have at least told you about my fears and my plan with Karofsky. I shouldn't have done what I did, it was terrible. I made you feel really bad."

"Well, a little more communication would have been good for me. If you had told me, I would have understood your feelings perfectly." Brittany pointed out. Santana felt even worse for her.

"I'm so sorry, Britt. I really am sorry. I'm such a-" Santana wanted to continue the sentence with some insult she had been saying to herself so much lately, but Brittany didn't let her continue.

"Santana, that's enough. What's done is done. Don't beat yourself up anymore. I understand, it's difficult, but we'll get through it together, you'll see," Brittany emphasized in that sweet tone that only she has. "Now let's enjoy the little time we have left. Here, just you and me, without any looks, without 'jokes,' without laughter. Just you and me alone, okay?" She looked at Santana with narrowed eyes, waiting for a response.

Santana smiled, took Brittany's hand again, and together they entered their little bubble of happiness. Santana noticed that Brittany had moved the benches between the lockers during her "Lil' prom" preparations so they could have more space.

"Is this our dance floor?" Santana asked with a laugh. "I love it, it's where we met. But we're missing the music."

"Oh, yes, you're right! Wait." Brittany rummaged inside her dress, right in her cleavage. She pulled out a small remote control. Santana hadn't noticed the small speaker next to the wall. Brittany pressed one of its buttons and "One and Only" by Adele started playing.

"You're the most amazing person in the world, Britt," Santana smiled nervously.

The song had already started and almost without realizing it, they were dancing in unison, hands on each other's waist and neck, their foreheads touching.

"God only knows why it's taken me

so long to let my doubts go.

You're the only one that I want."

"I promise I'm going to work on myself. On us." Santana slowly said what she had wanted to tell the girl in her arms for a long time.

"I don't know why I'm scared.

I've been here before.

Every feeling, every word.

I've imagined it all."

"I just need a little time. But I promise that from now on, the nonsense of 'no communication' between us is over. I want to have you by my side. I want to be with you." Santana's words had been weighing on her shoulders for a long time, but she had finally let them out. And it felt great.

"I dare you to let me be your, your one and only.

I promise I'm worthy

to hold in your arms.

So come on and give me the chance

to prove I am the one who can walk that mile

until the end starts."

Brittany placed her lips on Santana's forehead and pulled her even closer. "You know I love you, right? It's important to me that you know that," Brittany insisted.

It was at that precise moment when Santana let herself go completely. She started crying (happily) and hugged Brittany tightly without stopping their slow dance. "I know, you don't even need to tell me, I can see it," Santana said. "I love you too, Britt. So much." and she kissed her. She kissed her with so much desire and strength that she completely forgot where they were.

"Will I ever know how it feels to hold you close.

And have you tell me

'Whichever road I choose, you'll go?'"

The song continued until the end, but they didn't break their embrace for a moment. More slow songs or maybe some pop or even rock continued to play. Neither of them was listening anymore. For the next 20 minutes, they lived in that small space they had created between them. There was nothing and no one else.

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#Glee #Brittana #fanfiction - Chapter 61 of “Tell our story” is finally online! "Brittany is pregnant, but the girls decide to keep it a secret. Meanwhile, Santana makes a shocking decision."

General synopsis of this fanfic: "A 6 months pregnant Santana tries to sell her Glee TV show project while Brittany runs a successful dance school in L.A. with Mike Chang”. Focuses on Brittana’s personal and professional developments. Sweet, funny but also dramatic at times. Features most of the Glee characters. Rated M.

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Chapter 5 of Wonderland is posted!

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