Glee | Welcome Back, Brittany & Santana | B&S (1 of 6)
Started my daily ficlets to make the hiatus pass, then decided to keep going with a second cycle, and then a third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh and eigth cycle. Which MEANS cycle 9 is here, which MEANS...
GLEE IS ALMOST HERE! CAN YOU FEEL IT GLEEKS? CAN? YOU? FEEEEEL IT???
And in honor of said return (*flails!*), here's a first more or less multi-chapter story/arc! Ends on the day of (*flaily mcfangirl*) THE RETURN!
Day 1 of 6
"WELCOME BACK, BRITTANY & SANTANA"
Brittany & Santana (of course ;))
It had been the kind of argument that cut deep enough to sever. And after that, you were so busy tending your wounds you weren’t sure anymore what had brought on the injury. But you still associated the blade with the one who’d wielded it, so you maintained your distance. In this case though, there had been several blades, and they cut in every which way possible, leaving twelve severed pieces, bleeding…
One week had passed, and not one of them had attended a practice, or even talked to one another, not more than what was called on by them attending the same school, the same classes. Mr. Schuester was at a loss, having tried and failed to rectify the situation. Coach Sylvester had never looked so triumphant. She’d gone so far as to approach Quinn about rejoining the Cheerios once she’d had her baby. Quinn had still turned her down, but she didn’t even flinch.
The most awkward time, beyond the moments where they would go home instead of Glee practice, was lunch time. There they all were, dotting the various tables, on their own. There was only one exception, if not a half of an exception.
Brittany would still go and sit with Santana. Of the twelve of them, the blonde seemed to have healed up fairly well, so much that she was starting to feel like Mr. Schuester. She and Santana, it would take a lot more than this to tear them apart, but still this whole thing had left a stain. There was just a fairly small hint of awkwardness, and she didn’t like that, not one bit. She had to find a way to fix this, all of it.
She looked around the cafeteria, spotting the dispersed faces. These were her friends. In all these months, she’d really come to care for them, some more than others, but all of them none the less. Some had even managed to surprise her. And plus, they’d given her something.
She loved being a cheerleader, she wasn’t denying that. It hadn’t changed. But there was something about Glee Club that was indescribable. She felt different there… inspired, joyful… And there was something to be said about the noted lack of a bullhorn.
Over the last week, though none of them had attended practice, Brittany had kept to the area near the door, in hopes one of them would come. Mr. Schuester had caught her a couple times, and when he’d call her name, she’d scurry.
“Unfinished business…” she suddenly whispered, eyes wide with revelation. This got Santana to look up from her lunch, seeing her with that idea look on her face.
“What’d you say?” she asked. “Brittany?” she tried again. The blonde looked at her, and she smiled, getting up.
“Unfinished business,” she simply repeated, nodding with conviction before taking hold of her chair and dragging it off. She could hear Santana calling after her, but she kept going. They’d been rehearsing the song, before the blades came out. If she knew them enough, maybe that was what they needed to see through all this madness.
She planted her chair in a somewhat open area. She looked back across the cafeteria, to Santana, to the others. She’d have to be the one to start them mending. With no hesitation, she climbed on to the chair. There was a mix of hushing, whispers and finger pointing as the people in the cafeteria saw her. She could see a few of her fellow… former… Glee Club members already looking back. This was it… She sang.
[B] “Countless hours of learning more / Countless hours of knowing less / Can’t look behind you.”
As she sang out the first couple of lines, Santana watched her. Her girl had always been braver than all of them. She was fearless and carefree, and that had made them best friends, more so than anyone else in her life. And seeing her there, the last few months supersped through her mind, all this Glee Club adventure.
She knew what it had been, to them both, at first. But she could also remember how she’d started to love it. She knew who she was, outside of that room, off that stage, and she made no excuses for it.
But when she was in that room, when she was on that stage, there was this feeling inside her. Everything else, she just left it at the door. And for however long she was in there, she got to be this whole other person. By one morning, it had become that she’d wake up, and she’d realize it was Glee day, and she would feel her heart flutter with giddiness.
She hadn’t even felt herself grasp on to the chair’s back, but a moment later, she was on her feet, holding the chair and adding her voice to Brittany’s.
[B/S] “You have to look ahead.”
All heads turned back at that. She could see Brittany holding back from bouncing on her chair, grinning as she watched Santana carry her chair over. She parked by Brittany’s, who held her hand out to help her climb. Once she was up there, Brittany’s arm hooked over Santana’s shoulders, as the other hooked hers around her back. And the song carried on.
[B/S] “So many doubts running through your mind / All the excuses / Don’t have the time / All the rejection you have to leave behind / Leave it all behind.”
Santana wasn’t sure she knew what Brittany was hoping would happen, but part of her didn’t care. Sure, they’d probably never hear the end of it, but it felt right, and she needed that feeling again, hadn’t felt it all week.
And then something happened, and they both looked up.
A third voice joined in.
THE E… NO, WAIT! TO BE CONTINUED! TOMORROW! ;)
* IN CONSTRUCTION! *
PREVIOUS DAYS
[Cycle 1] [Cycle 2] [Cycle 3] [Cycle 4] [Cycle 5] [Cycle 6] [Cycle 7] [Cycle 8]
[Cycle 9]
none yet
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "Welcome Back, Brittany & Santana"
Pairing: Brittany & Santana
Rating: G
Summary: [WB 1/6] The Glee Club has been torn apart, and Brittany takes it upon herself to bring them back together.
Spoilers: 113 Sectionals, I guess...
GLEE IS ALMOST HERE! CAN YOU FEEL IT GLEEKS? CAN? YOU? FEEEEEL IT???
And in honor of said return (*flails!*), here's a first more or less multi-chapter story/arc! Ends on the day of (*flaily mcfangirl*) THE RETURN!
Day 1 of 6
"WELCOME BACK, BRITTANY & SANTANA"
Brittany & Santana (of course ;))
It had been the kind of argument that cut deep enough to sever. And after that, you were so busy tending your wounds you weren’t sure anymore what had brought on the injury. But you still associated the blade with the one who’d wielded it, so you maintained your distance. In this case though, there had been several blades, and they cut in every which way possible, leaving twelve severed pieces, bleeding…
One week had passed, and not one of them had attended a practice, or even talked to one another, not more than what was called on by them attending the same school, the same classes. Mr. Schuester was at a loss, having tried and failed to rectify the situation. Coach Sylvester had never looked so triumphant. She’d gone so far as to approach Quinn about rejoining the Cheerios once she’d had her baby. Quinn had still turned her down, but she didn’t even flinch.
The most awkward time, beyond the moments where they would go home instead of Glee practice, was lunch time. There they all were, dotting the various tables, on their own. There was only one exception, if not a half of an exception.
Brittany would still go and sit with Santana. Of the twelve of them, the blonde seemed to have healed up fairly well, so much that she was starting to feel like Mr. Schuester. She and Santana, it would take a lot more than this to tear them apart, but still this whole thing had left a stain. There was just a fairly small hint of awkwardness, and she didn’t like that, not one bit. She had to find a way to fix this, all of it.
She looked around the cafeteria, spotting the dispersed faces. These were her friends. In all these months, she’d really come to care for them, some more than others, but all of them none the less. Some had even managed to surprise her. And plus, they’d given her something.
She loved being a cheerleader, she wasn’t denying that. It hadn’t changed. But there was something about Glee Club that was indescribable. She felt different there… inspired, joyful… And there was something to be said about the noted lack of a bullhorn.
Over the last week, though none of them had attended practice, Brittany had kept to the area near the door, in hopes one of them would come. Mr. Schuester had caught her a couple times, and when he’d call her name, she’d scurry.
“Unfinished business…” she suddenly whispered, eyes wide with revelation. This got Santana to look up from her lunch, seeing her with that idea look on her face.
“What’d you say?” she asked. “Brittany?” she tried again. The blonde looked at her, and she smiled, getting up.
“Unfinished business,” she simply repeated, nodding with conviction before taking hold of her chair and dragging it off. She could hear Santana calling after her, but she kept going. They’d been rehearsing the song, before the blades came out. If she knew them enough, maybe that was what they needed to see through all this madness.
She planted her chair in a somewhat open area. She looked back across the cafeteria, to Santana, to the others. She’d have to be the one to start them mending. With no hesitation, she climbed on to the chair. There was a mix of hushing, whispers and finger pointing as the people in the cafeteria saw her. She could see a few of her fellow… former… Glee Club members already looking back. This was it… She sang.
[B] “Countless hours of learning more / Countless hours of knowing less / Can’t look behind you.”
As she sang out the first couple of lines, Santana watched her. Her girl had always been braver than all of them. She was fearless and carefree, and that had made them best friends, more so than anyone else in her life. And seeing her there, the last few months supersped through her mind, all this Glee Club adventure.
She knew what it had been, to them both, at first. But she could also remember how she’d started to love it. She knew who she was, outside of that room, off that stage, and she made no excuses for it.
But when she was in that room, when she was on that stage, there was this feeling inside her. Everything else, she just left it at the door. And for however long she was in there, she got to be this whole other person. By one morning, it had become that she’d wake up, and she’d realize it was Glee day, and she would feel her heart flutter with giddiness.
She hadn’t even felt herself grasp on to the chair’s back, but a moment later, she was on her feet, holding the chair and adding her voice to Brittany’s.
[B/S] “You have to look ahead.”
All heads turned back at that. She could see Brittany holding back from bouncing on her chair, grinning as she watched Santana carry her chair over. She parked by Brittany’s, who held her hand out to help her climb. Once she was up there, Brittany’s arm hooked over Santana’s shoulders, as the other hooked hers around her back. And the song carried on.
[B/S] “So many doubts running through your mind / All the excuses / Don’t have the time / All the rejection you have to leave behind / Leave it all behind.”
Santana wasn’t sure she knew what Brittany was hoping would happen, but part of her didn’t care. Sure, they’d probably never hear the end of it, but it felt right, and she needed that feeling again, hadn’t felt it all week.
And then something happened, and they both looked up.
A third voice joined in.
THE E… NO, WAIT! TO BE CONTINUED! TOMORROW! ;)
* IN CONSTRUCTION! *
PREVIOUS DAYS
[Cycle 1] [Cycle 2] [Cycle 3] [Cycle 4] [Cycle 5] [Cycle 6] [Cycle 7] [Cycle 8]
[Cycle 9]
none yet
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "Welcome Back, Brittany & Santana"
Pairing: Brittany & Santana
Rating: G
Summary: [WB 1/6] The Glee Club has been torn apart, and Brittany takes it upon herself to bring them back together.
Spoilers: 113 Sectionals, I guess...