Fic: Rainy Day
Repost from Tumblr just so I can keep all my fic in one place.
“San, San, can’t we go outside?” Brittany begged, tugging on Santana’s wrist.
“It’s raining,” Santana sighed.
“We have raincoats!” Brittany offered brightly.
“You two are not going outside,” Santana’s dad called from the kitchen, and Brittany stuck her bottom lip out.
“Aw, don’t make that sad face,” Santana muttered, playfully pushing Brittany’s head.
“Go on downstairs and play. There are hundreds of toys down there,” Mr. Lopez insisted.
“Okay, but you keep Alex up here!” Santana said, tired of her little brother getting in her way.
“You’re very bossy, miss,” her dad scolded, but it was impossible for him to really be stern.
“Pleeeeeease, Dad? He’s such a pain!”
“All right. You and Brittany can have the playroom to yourself for an hour,” he decided, and Santana gave him a grin before tugging Brittany downstairs.
“Oh, oh, San, put on The Beatles,” Brittany said eagerly, and Santana obediently went to her dad’s old record player.
“Yellow Submarine?” she asked, holding up the record, and Brittany grinned and nodded.
When the music started, Brittany grabbed Santana’s wrists and whirled her around, and they both laughed, giddy, and danced together. Until Santana got tired, and she flopped onto the floor next to her bin of Lego pieces. Brittany never got tired of dancing-it was as though she barely even noticed Santana had stopped. For a while, Santana watched her move around the room, practically in her own little world. There was no one else like Brittany.
Eventually, Brittany spun around and plopped down half in Santana’s lap, breathless and giggling, and Santana hugged her. “You’re a really good dancer, Britt,” she said.
“Thanks!” Brittany said brightly. “Hey, we could play Legos,” she said, pulling the bin toward them.
“Yeah, okay,” Santana agreed, slightly flustered at the abrupt change of subject.
“I’m gonna make a spaceship,” Brittany decided. “What about you?”
“Oh, um. I don’t know. Maybe I could help with your spaceship?” she offered, and Brittany looked at her as if that were the best thing she’d ever heard.
“Really? You want to?”
“Yeah, of course. Come on, you and me? We could make a super awesome spaceship,” Santana said, and Brittany almost knocked her over with a hug.
That was one of the best things about Brittany. It was so easy to make her happy. “Okay, okay, Britt, it’s just a spaceship,” she laughed, trying to sit up, and Brittany bounced a little before digging through the bin.
Santana joined her, and they each picked out pieces they thought would be good for a spaceship. “Britt, you can’t use that; that’s for a castle,” Santana insisted.
“But…it could be the pointy part at the top!” Brittany said. “Or…the bottom?”
“Okay, maybe,” Santana allowed, already seeing the pout creeping along Brittany’s bottom lip.
When Brittany pouted, Santana always felt like she’d done something really awful. Even worse than pushing Alex when he bothered her or stealing Rachel Berry’s packet of gold star stickers and making her almost cry. “Look!” Brittany said, the minor disagreement already forgotten. “These can be the wings.”
“Yes, those would be good wings,” Santana said carefully, and she decided to just sit back and let Brittany build the spaceship.
But soon, Brittany asked for her help, so she obediently put the proper pieces together, trying her best to switch Brittany’s chosen bricks for ones she thought were better without her friend noticing. Fortunately, Brittany was too interested in picking out new pieces to notice much of what Santana was doing with the other ones, and when they had half a spaceship, Brittany looked at it like it was the greatest thing ever made.
“You’re really good at Legos, San,” she praised, and Santana blushed.
“Well, this was your idea,” she said quietly, and Brittany turned her million watt smile on her.
“You know, the other kids at school say you’re mean,” Brittany told her casually, as she dumped another pile of Lego bricks in Santana’s lap. “But you’re always super nice to me.”
“Well, I like you, Britt. The other kids at school are dumb.”
“Nah, some of them are super cool,” Brittany disagreed just as casually. “Like Tina.”
“Tina never even talks.”
“She’s shy. I remember when you were shy, San.”
“I wasn’t shy. I just didn’t like speaking English,” Santana muttered, snatching the half-finished spaceship out of Brittany’s inspecting hands.
“Oh,” Brittany nodded, “that’s right.” And she went back to pawing through the Lego pieces.
Pretty soon, they had something that almost resembled a spaceship, but to Brittany, it was perfection, and she took it carefully from Santana’s hands and looked at it, amazed. Then she went running, holding the spaceship above her head and making flying noises that mostly sounded like, “Zoom!” or “Fwish!”
Santana sat back on her heels and giggled at her friend. “You’re a pretty good spaceship pilot, Britt,” she called.
“I know!” Brittany called back. “Okay, get ready! It’s coming in for a landing!” And she swooped down beside Santana and lowered the ship back into her lap. “That was a pretty good test flight, I think. Later, we’ll see if we can blast out of the atmosphere!”
“Maybe you should let me reinforce it first,” Santana offered.
“Oh! That’s a really good idea,” Brittany replied, her face so serious Santana had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. “You’re so smart, San.”
“I know,” Santana grinned, and Brittany sat down beside her, resting her head on her shoulder.
“That spaceship building was hard. Can we reinforce it later?”
“Sure. Just let me put it away somewhere Alex won’t find it and try to eat it,” Santana said, getting up. She stood up on her tiptoes and pushed the spaceship to a safe place on a shelf above the record player.
Just before she turned around, she was surprised by Brittany’s arms around her waist, and she nearly fell over. “Britt! Jeez, you scared me,” she muttered, but Brittany just squeezed her tighter.
“You shouldn’t be scared, San. It’s just me,” she said matter-of-factly. “What do you want to do now?”
“Maybe we-”
“Oh, I know! Maybe it’s stopped raining!” Brittany said, changing speeds again, and she grabbed Santana’s hand to pull her toward the stairs.
And right then, Santana wanted nothing more than to let herself be pulled, wherever Brittany wanted to take her.
“San, San, can’t we go outside?” Brittany begged, tugging on Santana’s wrist.
“It’s raining,” Santana sighed.
“We have raincoats!” Brittany offered brightly.
“You two are not going outside,” Santana’s dad called from the kitchen, and Brittany stuck her bottom lip out.
“Aw, don’t make that sad face,” Santana muttered, playfully pushing Brittany’s head.
“Go on downstairs and play. There are hundreds of toys down there,” Mr. Lopez insisted.
“Okay, but you keep Alex up here!” Santana said, tired of her little brother getting in her way.
“You’re very bossy, miss,” her dad scolded, but it was impossible for him to really be stern.
“Pleeeeeease, Dad? He’s such a pain!”
“All right. You and Brittany can have the playroom to yourself for an hour,” he decided, and Santana gave him a grin before tugging Brittany downstairs.
“Oh, oh, San, put on The Beatles,” Brittany said eagerly, and Santana obediently went to her dad’s old record player.
“Yellow Submarine?” she asked, holding up the record, and Brittany grinned and nodded.
When the music started, Brittany grabbed Santana’s wrists and whirled her around, and they both laughed, giddy, and danced together. Until Santana got tired, and she flopped onto the floor next to her bin of Lego pieces. Brittany never got tired of dancing-it was as though she barely even noticed Santana had stopped. For a while, Santana watched her move around the room, practically in her own little world. There was no one else like Brittany.
Eventually, Brittany spun around and plopped down half in Santana’s lap, breathless and giggling, and Santana hugged her. “You’re a really good dancer, Britt,” she said.
“Thanks!” Brittany said brightly. “Hey, we could play Legos,” she said, pulling the bin toward them.
“Yeah, okay,” Santana agreed, slightly flustered at the abrupt change of subject.
“I’m gonna make a spaceship,” Brittany decided. “What about you?”
“Oh, um. I don’t know. Maybe I could help with your spaceship?” she offered, and Brittany looked at her as if that were the best thing she’d ever heard.
“Really? You want to?”
“Yeah, of course. Come on, you and me? We could make a super awesome spaceship,” Santana said, and Brittany almost knocked her over with a hug.
That was one of the best things about Brittany. It was so easy to make her happy. “Okay, okay, Britt, it’s just a spaceship,” she laughed, trying to sit up, and Brittany bounced a little before digging through the bin.
Santana joined her, and they each picked out pieces they thought would be good for a spaceship. “Britt, you can’t use that; that’s for a castle,” Santana insisted.
“But…it could be the pointy part at the top!” Brittany said. “Or…the bottom?”
“Okay, maybe,” Santana allowed, already seeing the pout creeping along Brittany’s bottom lip.
When Brittany pouted, Santana always felt like she’d done something really awful. Even worse than pushing Alex when he bothered her or stealing Rachel Berry’s packet of gold star stickers and making her almost cry. “Look!” Brittany said, the minor disagreement already forgotten. “These can be the wings.”
“Yes, those would be good wings,” Santana said carefully, and she decided to just sit back and let Brittany build the spaceship.
But soon, Brittany asked for her help, so she obediently put the proper pieces together, trying her best to switch Brittany’s chosen bricks for ones she thought were better without her friend noticing. Fortunately, Brittany was too interested in picking out new pieces to notice much of what Santana was doing with the other ones, and when they had half a spaceship, Brittany looked at it like it was the greatest thing ever made.
“You’re really good at Legos, San,” she praised, and Santana blushed.
“Well, this was your idea,” she said quietly, and Brittany turned her million watt smile on her.
“You know, the other kids at school say you’re mean,” Brittany told her casually, as she dumped another pile of Lego bricks in Santana’s lap. “But you’re always super nice to me.”
“Well, I like you, Britt. The other kids at school are dumb.”
“Nah, some of them are super cool,” Brittany disagreed just as casually. “Like Tina.”
“Tina never even talks.”
“She’s shy. I remember when you were shy, San.”
“I wasn’t shy. I just didn’t like speaking English,” Santana muttered, snatching the half-finished spaceship out of Brittany’s inspecting hands.
“Oh,” Brittany nodded, “that’s right.” And she went back to pawing through the Lego pieces.
Pretty soon, they had something that almost resembled a spaceship, but to Brittany, it was perfection, and she took it carefully from Santana’s hands and looked at it, amazed. Then she went running, holding the spaceship above her head and making flying noises that mostly sounded like, “Zoom!” or “Fwish!”
Santana sat back on her heels and giggled at her friend. “You’re a pretty good spaceship pilot, Britt,” she called.
“I know!” Brittany called back. “Okay, get ready! It’s coming in for a landing!” And she swooped down beside Santana and lowered the ship back into her lap. “That was a pretty good test flight, I think. Later, we’ll see if we can blast out of the atmosphere!”
“Maybe you should let me reinforce it first,” Santana offered.
“Oh! That’s a really good idea,” Brittany replied, her face so serious Santana had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. “You’re so smart, San.”
“I know,” Santana grinned, and Brittany sat down beside her, resting her head on her shoulder.
“That spaceship building was hard. Can we reinforce it later?”
“Sure. Just let me put it away somewhere Alex won’t find it and try to eat it,” Santana said, getting up. She stood up on her tiptoes and pushed the spaceship to a safe place on a shelf above the record player.
Just before she turned around, she was surprised by Brittany’s arms around her waist, and she nearly fell over. “Britt! Jeez, you scared me,” she muttered, but Brittany just squeezed her tighter.
“You shouldn’t be scared, San. It’s just me,” she said matter-of-factly. “What do you want to do now?”
“Maybe we-”
“Oh, I know! Maybe it’s stopped raining!” Brittany said, changing speeds again, and she grabbed Santana’s hand to pull her toward the stairs.
And right then, Santana wanted nothing more than to let herself be pulled, wherever Brittany wanted to take her.