Santana Lopez sat in the waiting room and prayed that no one else would come in and see her there. It was already mortifying enough to be sitting in an orthodontist’s office. She didn’t need witnesses to make it worse, especially the pimply-faced runty kind of witness.
She sighed and slumped deeper into her seat and cursed Quinn for refusing to give her that Oxycontin prescription she’d only half-jokingly asked for after the pain had begun to drift past annoying into fucking annoying and she hadn’t gotten a decent night’s sleep in weeks. All those sleepless hours had given her plenty of quality time with her trial briefs, which made her an even bigger badass in court, but she’d give it up in a hot second if it meant being able to sleep longer than three hours at a stretch.
Title: Watching Me (Watching You)
Pairing: Santana Lopez/Brittany Pierce
Spoilers: For 3x17, technically.
Summary: A fill for the following prompt: Brittany and Santana watch back the sex tape and masturbate next to each other on Santana’s bed.
MY FAVORITE IDIOTS
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Characters: Santana Lopez/Brittany S. Pierce, Quinn Fabray/Artie Abrams, Libby Ballet, Noah Puckerman
Spoilers: Up to 2x22 ‘New York’
Summary: “It’s weird, right?”
Title: The Little Secrets That We Keep
Word Count: ~2,600
Summary: “Brittany figures that if her parents really didn’t want her to see Santana today, they would have banned her from going to school, the Lima Bean, and Cheerios practice; they also probably would have thought twice about giving Brittany the okay to take her sister out to see a movie on a Friday night, knowing how much Brittany and Santana like seeing movies and how much they like each other.”
Author’s Note: This story is for the lovely Euge. Happy birthday!
Can you see the way Naya’s arm hesitates and then when she finally does manage to touch the guy’s back her hand flinches slightly. The smile on her face is so clearly false, Naya Rivera is a good actress but when it comes to this she can’t hide how uncomfortable and scared she is.
Spoilers: Not so much for glee, but kind of the Hunger Games if you haven’t read it I guess?
Summary: Santana Lopez and Brittany S. Pierce meet during The Hunger Games when they are both tributes for their respective districts.
They first met at the start of it, the girls of districts four and five.
Welcome to my latest project, friends! This story represents my first ever multichapter, serialized fic. It’s a historical AU story that I plan to publish in installments over the hiatus. I’m really stoked about it, so I hope you enjoy it.
Title: The Knife Thrower’s Daughter
Rating: M (for later chapters)
Chapter Word Count: ~15,005
Summary: In the summer of 1898, Santana Lopez joined the J.P. Adams & Son Traveling Circus & Menagerie as it toured the states of the Upper American Midwest. She also fell in love with the knife thrower’s daughter.
Brittana Week - Day 7, Superheroes/Superpowers
Word Count: ~4.8K
Synopsis: They call me a superhero because I’m immune to flames. But every superpower has its one terrible weakness. And I tried to save her. I really did.
Whatever, she blames the sudafed.
Characters: Brittany S. Pierce, Brittany S. Pierce/Santana Lopez
Spoilers: Up to 2x22 “New York”
Summary: The world feels so big. She knows that should feel like a good thing but it doesn’t. It just reminds her of all the things out there that she’ll never have.
PARTS B & C TO BE ADDED
“San, don’t you know what day it is?” Brittany asks impatiently.
“Open your locker, Britt-Britt,” Santana replies, sounding bored. Brittany pouts, just a little, because it only happens every four years and Santana will be, like, getting ready to graduate from college the next time it comes around for her to remember. Brittany spins the dial of the lock to the right numbers, then pauses. Santana heaves a sigh, and Brittany forgets what she was going to say, so she just opens her locker—
The pentagonal boxes rain down on Brittany, collecting at her feet. Her locker is full of the blue boxes. The bright gold lettering flashes in the light, proudly proclaiming its “Chocolate Frog” contents.
“Happy Leap Day, Sweets,” Santana announces smugly, smirking at her girlfriend’s surprise. “By the way, I totally didn’t put together a collection of my favorite Warner Bros. cartoons featuring the music of Gioachino Rossini in honor of his birthday for us to watch later whilst eating chocolate frogs. ‘Cause I didn’t remember, and I’m not madly in love with you or anything…”
“You… you are the awesomest girlfriend ever,” Brittany says quietly, smiling into her chocolaty smelling locker.
“Yeah,” Santana says, stooping to pick up the boxes on the floor, “adopting the Sugar Motta motto of ‘get them lots of chocolate’ took all kinds of effort.” Santana loads the boxes into Brittany’s backpack. “Come on Sweets,” Santana says as she gently closes Brittany’s locker, “You’ve got a big day of sweets ahead of you.”
“I love you.”
“You’re just saying that because you want a Nicholas Flamel card,” Santana smiles, linking their arms.
“Am not! Its got to be in one of them, though, right? Right Santana?”
“It better; I’m not buying any more for four years,” Santana teases.