Fic: Dancing Queen (Brittany/Santana, G)
Title: Dancing Queen
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: G
Summary: Post-Prom Queen angst!fluff ficlet: Santana wishes she sang Dancing Queen to Brittany.
Word Count: ~600
Spoilers: 2.20 Prom Queen
The entire time Santana is singing Dancing Queen the only person she’s thinking about is Brittany. The day before, she’d been watching Brittany dance with Tina at rehearsal when Mr Schue had asked if anyone could think of any other songs they could sing, and she’d blurted it out without a second thought. Mercedes grinned at her, and started talking excitedly about how they’d split up the vocals, and Brittany had caught her eye from across the room and smiled shyly in the way that Santana loved best. They’d only practiced it twice since they knew the song so well, but both times Santana’s eyes never left Brittany.
She takes a deep breath before she picks up the mic, and tries to pick Brittany out of the crowd. The blonde girl is everywhere at once, spinning round their friends and laughing wildly, and Santana wishes she had the guts to say something before the music starts but as usual the words die in her throat so she swallows hard and starts to sing.
She watches as Brittany dances with everyone but her, and it kills her a little inside however much her fault it is. There’ll be other dances. Without Karofsky, and Prom Queen, and the student body silently condemning Kurt for being himself. There’s Nationals, and glee rehearsals, and senior prom, and those nights they used to spend in each other’s arms that Santana hopes will come back, eventually, when she figures out how to love Brittany like Brittany wants and needs.
Brittany slides past her and trails her finger tips down Santana’s arm after she finishes singing, and Santana grabs her hand and squeezes it quickly before letting go and stepping away. It’s not enough, but it’s all she can do.
When the night’s just about over, she leaves Karofsky and heads outside to wait for her ride and finds Brittany shifting from foot to foot doing the same. Her feet carry her over without her permission, and they stand side by side silently for a moment. Brittany sidesteps closer and Santana feels the heat of her arm pressed against her own.
“I wanted to sing Dancing Queen to you.”
Brittany glances sideways at her and tilts her head, half a smile on her face, “Then why didn’t you?”
Santana just shrugs and looks away. Brittany’s dad pulls up a second later and Brittany offers her one last smile before pulling the door open and climbing inside. Santana watches them drive off then pulls her phone out and checks the time. She takes a deep breath, and dials Brittany’s number.
***
“Are you sure Santana didn’t need a ride home?”
Brittany nods again, “She has a ride, dad.”
“Did you have a good time tonight?”
Brittany smiles at him brightly, “It was awesome,” she pauses for a second and her smile falters slightly as she adds the last bit in a rush, “Except for I didn’t get to dance with who I really wanted to.”
Her dad reaches over and squeezes her hand. He’s about to say something supportive when her phone rings; she pulls it out and can’t help but smile at the picture of Santana on the display.
“Hey, forget something?”
She hears Santana clear her throat, and then she starts singing, soft and slow, “You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life, see that girl, watch that scene, digging the dancing queen…”
Brittany smiles at her reflection in the window.
It’s not enough, but it’s all she can do.
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: G
Summary: Post-Prom Queen angst!fluff ficlet: Santana wishes she sang Dancing Queen to Brittany.
Word Count: ~600
Spoilers: 2.20 Prom Queen
The entire time Santana is singing Dancing Queen the only person she’s thinking about is Brittany. The day before, she’d been watching Brittany dance with Tina at rehearsal when Mr Schue had asked if anyone could think of any other songs they could sing, and she’d blurted it out without a second thought. Mercedes grinned at her, and started talking excitedly about how they’d split up the vocals, and Brittany had caught her eye from across the room and smiled shyly in the way that Santana loved best. They’d only practiced it twice since they knew the song so well, but both times Santana’s eyes never left Brittany.
She takes a deep breath before she picks up the mic, and tries to pick Brittany out of the crowd. The blonde girl is everywhere at once, spinning round their friends and laughing wildly, and Santana wishes she had the guts to say something before the music starts but as usual the words die in her throat so she swallows hard and starts to sing.
She watches as Brittany dances with everyone but her, and it kills her a little inside however much her fault it is. There’ll be other dances. Without Karofsky, and Prom Queen, and the student body silently condemning Kurt for being himself. There’s Nationals, and glee rehearsals, and senior prom, and those nights they used to spend in each other’s arms that Santana hopes will come back, eventually, when she figures out how to love Brittany like Brittany wants and needs.
Brittany slides past her and trails her finger tips down Santana’s arm after she finishes singing, and Santana grabs her hand and squeezes it quickly before letting go and stepping away. It’s not enough, but it’s all she can do.
When the night’s just about over, she leaves Karofsky and heads outside to wait for her ride and finds Brittany shifting from foot to foot doing the same. Her feet carry her over without her permission, and they stand side by side silently for a moment. Brittany sidesteps closer and Santana feels the heat of her arm pressed against her own.
“I wanted to sing Dancing Queen to you.”
Brittany glances sideways at her and tilts her head, half a smile on her face, “Then why didn’t you?”
Santana just shrugs and looks away. Brittany’s dad pulls up a second later and Brittany offers her one last smile before pulling the door open and climbing inside. Santana watches them drive off then pulls her phone out and checks the time. She takes a deep breath, and dials Brittany’s number.
***
“Are you sure Santana didn’t need a ride home?”
Brittany nods again, “She has a ride, dad.”
“Did you have a good time tonight?”
Brittany smiles at him brightly, “It was awesome,” she pauses for a second and her smile falters slightly as she adds the last bit in a rush, “Except for I didn’t get to dance with who I really wanted to.”
Her dad reaches over and squeezes her hand. He’s about to say something supportive when her phone rings; she pulls it out and can’t help but smile at the picture of Santana on the display.
“Hey, forget something?”
She hears Santana clear her throat, and then she starts singing, soft and slow, “You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life, see that girl, watch that scene, digging the dancing queen…”
Brittany smiles at her reflection in the window.
It’s not enough, but it’s all she can do.