Tarot Challenge Drabbles #0-#4
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: PG through to a soft R thus far
Summary: Brittany/Santana drabbles for Tarot Card Challenge ( Link to table)
Warning: Too much fluff will make your teeth rot
Tarot Card Challenge
Prompt: #0 The Fool
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
Brittany has always been the class clown. She’s always been the one that laughs the loudest when someone squeals because their hair has been pinned to the back of the chair, or when someone drops their books on the floor and the teacher jumps and knocks her coffee from the desk. But when the class laughs as the new girl gets into trouble for speaking Spanish (because even though none of them understand what she's saying as the principle presses her into a seat near the back of the room, it's fairly obvious that it isn't supposed to be heard in a third grade classroom), Brittany isn’t laughing. She might joke around, but she sees things others don't. She sees the way the new girl squints at the board like she can't quite make it out from that far away. She sees the hurt in the new girl's eyes when she looks around to laughter. She sees her cover it up with the smirk Brittany knows so well, the smirk that starts right there, in that room, like she'd intended to be rude. She sees her hunch over like she's the only person in the world, so she raises her hand and asks if the new girl can sit next to her instead. And she sees the new girl look over at her with the smile she knows so well, the smile that starts right there, in that room, like she's the only person in the world that really matters.
Tarot Card Challenge
Prompt: #1 The Magician
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
Brittany sent out strawberry scented invites a week before her ninth birthday, and all twenty of her classmates ran through the gate to her yard, brightly wrapped gifts in their hands. The magician her mom hired was universally branded super lame, but Santana’s commentary made everyone laugh and Puck tipped over his prop table. Brittany was about to ask him to apologise, but her mom stopped her by ruffling Puck’s hair and saying it was deserved. They played sticky tape the tail to the donkey (because Brittany got upset when her mom suggested pins) and duck duck goose. Everyone loved musical statues (though she’d always had problems with the staying still part) but she kept the best for last. Santana stretched out next to her in the circle, tanned bare feet tickled by the grass, grinning when she glanced over, like Brittany hadn't noticed that she was glaring at everyone who held the parcel for too long. When Santana tried to pass the parcel to her after her mom had already stopped the music, Brittany just shook her head and told her that it was against the rules. With great reluctance, Santana opened it, looking at Brittany in complete disbelief when she revealed the fake tattoos that her mami hadn’t let her buy. Brittany just smiled at her benignly and Santana didn’t squeal or hug her, but she looked down and murmured a gruff thanks and Brittany’s smile widened. It wasn’t a proper birthday unless Santana got a present too.
Tarot Card Challenge
Prompt: #2 High Priestess
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
Santana had never said that she loved her, but Brittany kind of liked it that way. Santana said a lot of things that she didn’t mean, like 'I'm never drinking again' (she'd said it at least twenty times now) or 'we don't like Quinn anymore' (Santana may have cut her out of her life for the sake of her reputation, but you can't turn off the liking switch when someone’s been your best friend since you were three) or 'I hate Taylor Swift' (it was one of her most played albums on iTunes). But Brittany knew Santana backwards and forwards and probably sideways as well, and she didn’t look at any of her boys the way she looked at her. Brittany just knew that if she asked, it wouldn't even be a contest. But she didn’t ask, because she also knew that Santana would resent her for it. She didn’t need the validation in words, she had it in much better ways. Every time their pinkies curled around each other; every time Brittany caught her eye across the room when she was about to hook up and she was in front of her, eyes flicking towards the stairs seconds later; every time she stood up to Coach for her. That last one said everything Brittany ever needed, because everyone knew that if Coach Sylvester wasn’t the devil, she was at least some kind of demon from hell. And if that wasn’t love, Brittany was pretty sure her version was better.
Tarot Card Challenge
Prompt: #3 The Empress
Rating: R
Word Count: 250
Brittany had superpowers, and despite her doe-eyed honey-voiced golden-haired silky-skinned appearance, she used those powers for absolute, disastrous evil. It was a fact that Santana had accepted a long time ago, and usually Brittany’s evil intentions went in Santana’s favour. This time, though, Brittany’s powers of epic sensuality were not going so well for her. Mostly because Brittany had decided that filling in the ‘I want’ worksheets was boring. Santana had been tracing absent circles on the back of Brittany’s hand underneath the desk, until Brittany had stopped drawing little hearts on her paper, looked up at Mr Schuester and asked “How do you say I want to taste?” All she had to do was cut her eyes in Santana’s direction, and the ability to breathe completely left her lungs. Santana just stared at her, but Brittany was nodding, head tilted so that her hair brushed Santana’s shoulder as Mr Schuester answered her. Santana’s breath lifted Brittany’s hair in shaky waves, and Brittany’s eyes crinkled up at the corners. She raised her hand, asking to go to the toilet, and Santana’s arm jerked upwards in helpless emulation. Brittany’s other hand anticipated her, clasping her hand briefly to hold her arm down, standing and whispering ‘yo quiero, Santana’ in her ear. Santana watched her saunter out the door, her step jaunty and her sinfully short skirt swaying around her thighs. Brittany had forgotten how to say she wanted to taste her already, but that was okay. She’d remind her later.
Tarot Card Challenge
Prompt: #4 The Emperor
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 250
Santana left the hardest for last, but she took a deep breath and sat down heavily. "Hey."
"Hi," Quinn said, her face going blank in a way that meant she wasn't sure what was going on, so she wasn't going to give her approval yet.
"So," Santana started. "I, um, I have something I need to tell you. I, well..." Quinn let her go on in the same vein for far too long before she cracked a smile and held up a hand.
"Don't hurt yourself over it." Santana tried not to growl, but Quinn just arched an eyebrow at her. "Well?"
"Brittany and I are together."
"Yes? You're always together," Quinn said blandly, and Santana got a sneaking suspicion that she was being mocked.
"Together together. We're dating. If you want to smite me I’ll give you a free shot."
Quinn cocked her head to the side. "Why would I want to do that?"
"Pretty sure your god deity thing has a lot to say about this."
"S, of all the immoral things you've done in your life, I'm quite sure God isn't going to be focusing on the one thing you've managed to get right. You've made Britt happier; I didn’t know that was even possible. I'm just glad you finally screwed up your pathetic amount of courage and worked it out," Quinn bumped her shoulder.
“Go fuck yourself,” Santana told her automatically. Quinn laughed, and Santana couldn’t help the smile from spreading over her face in reply.
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: PG through to a soft R thus far
Summary: Brittany/Santana drabbles for Tarot Card Challenge ( Link to table)
Warning: Too much fluff will make your teeth rot
Tarot Card Challenge
Prompt: #0 The Fool
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
Brittany has always been the class clown. She’s always been the one that laughs the loudest when someone squeals because their hair has been pinned to the back of the chair, or when someone drops their books on the floor and the teacher jumps and knocks her coffee from the desk. But when the class laughs as the new girl gets into trouble for speaking Spanish (because even though none of them understand what she's saying as the principle presses her into a seat near the back of the room, it's fairly obvious that it isn't supposed to be heard in a third grade classroom), Brittany isn’t laughing. She might joke around, but she sees things others don't. She sees the way the new girl squints at the board like she can't quite make it out from that far away. She sees the hurt in the new girl's eyes when she looks around to laughter. She sees her cover it up with the smirk Brittany knows so well, the smirk that starts right there, in that room, like she'd intended to be rude. She sees her hunch over like she's the only person in the world, so she raises her hand and asks if the new girl can sit next to her instead. And she sees the new girl look over at her with the smile she knows so well, the smile that starts right there, in that room, like she's the only person in the world that really matters.
Tarot Card Challenge
Prompt: #1 The Magician
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
Brittany sent out strawberry scented invites a week before her ninth birthday, and all twenty of her classmates ran through the gate to her yard, brightly wrapped gifts in their hands. The magician her mom hired was universally branded super lame, but Santana’s commentary made everyone laugh and Puck tipped over his prop table. Brittany was about to ask him to apologise, but her mom stopped her by ruffling Puck’s hair and saying it was deserved. They played sticky tape the tail to the donkey (because Brittany got upset when her mom suggested pins) and duck duck goose. Everyone loved musical statues (though she’d always had problems with the staying still part) but she kept the best for last. Santana stretched out next to her in the circle, tanned bare feet tickled by the grass, grinning when she glanced over, like Brittany hadn't noticed that she was glaring at everyone who held the parcel for too long. When Santana tried to pass the parcel to her after her mom had already stopped the music, Brittany just shook her head and told her that it was against the rules. With great reluctance, Santana opened it, looking at Brittany in complete disbelief when she revealed the fake tattoos that her mami hadn’t let her buy. Brittany just smiled at her benignly and Santana didn’t squeal or hug her, but she looked down and murmured a gruff thanks and Brittany’s smile widened. It wasn’t a proper birthday unless Santana got a present too.
Tarot Card Challenge
Prompt: #2 High Priestess
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
Santana had never said that she loved her, but Brittany kind of liked it that way. Santana said a lot of things that she didn’t mean, like 'I'm never drinking again' (she'd said it at least twenty times now) or 'we don't like Quinn anymore' (Santana may have cut her out of her life for the sake of her reputation, but you can't turn off the liking switch when someone’s been your best friend since you were three) or 'I hate Taylor Swift' (it was one of her most played albums on iTunes). But Brittany knew Santana backwards and forwards and probably sideways as well, and she didn’t look at any of her boys the way she looked at her. Brittany just knew that if she asked, it wouldn't even be a contest. But she didn’t ask, because she also knew that Santana would resent her for it. She didn’t need the validation in words, she had it in much better ways. Every time their pinkies curled around each other; every time Brittany caught her eye across the room when she was about to hook up and she was in front of her, eyes flicking towards the stairs seconds later; every time she stood up to Coach for her. That last one said everything Brittany ever needed, because everyone knew that if Coach Sylvester wasn’t the devil, she was at least some kind of demon from hell. And if that wasn’t love, Brittany was pretty sure her version was better.
Tarot Card Challenge
Prompt: #3 The Empress
Rating: R
Word Count: 250
Brittany had superpowers, and despite her doe-eyed honey-voiced golden-haired silky-skinned appearance, she used those powers for absolute, disastrous evil. It was a fact that Santana had accepted a long time ago, and usually Brittany’s evil intentions went in Santana’s favour. This time, though, Brittany’s powers of epic sensuality were not going so well for her. Mostly because Brittany had decided that filling in the ‘I want’ worksheets was boring. Santana had been tracing absent circles on the back of Brittany’s hand underneath the desk, until Brittany had stopped drawing little hearts on her paper, looked up at Mr Schuester and asked “How do you say I want to taste?” All she had to do was cut her eyes in Santana’s direction, and the ability to breathe completely left her lungs. Santana just stared at her, but Brittany was nodding, head tilted so that her hair brushed Santana’s shoulder as Mr Schuester answered her. Santana’s breath lifted Brittany’s hair in shaky waves, and Brittany’s eyes crinkled up at the corners. She raised her hand, asking to go to the toilet, and Santana’s arm jerked upwards in helpless emulation. Brittany’s other hand anticipated her, clasping her hand briefly to hold her arm down, standing and whispering ‘yo quiero, Santana’ in her ear. Santana watched her saunter out the door, her step jaunty and her sinfully short skirt swaying around her thighs. Brittany had forgotten how to say she wanted to taste her already, but that was okay. She’d remind her later.
Tarot Card Challenge
Prompt: #4 The Emperor
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 250
Santana left the hardest for last, but she took a deep breath and sat down heavily. "Hey."
"Hi," Quinn said, her face going blank in a way that meant she wasn't sure what was going on, so she wasn't going to give her approval yet.
"So," Santana started. "I, um, I have something I need to tell you. I, well..." Quinn let her go on in the same vein for far too long before she cracked a smile and held up a hand.
"Don't hurt yourself over it." Santana tried not to growl, but Quinn just arched an eyebrow at her. "Well?"
"Brittany and I are together."
"Yes? You're always together," Quinn said blandly, and Santana got a sneaking suspicion that she was being mocked.
"Together together. We're dating. If you want to smite me I’ll give you a free shot."
Quinn cocked her head to the side. "Why would I want to do that?"
"Pretty sure your god deity thing has a lot to say about this."
"S, of all the immoral things you've done in your life, I'm quite sure God isn't going to be focusing on the one thing you've managed to get right. You've made Britt happier; I didn’t know that was even possible. I'm just glad you finally screwed up your pathetic amount of courage and worked it out," Quinn bumped her shoulder.
“Go fuck yourself,” Santana told her automatically. Quinn laughed, and Santana couldn’t help the smile from spreading over her face in reply.