Ducks and Rainbows
Title: Ducks and rainbows
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: PG-13
Summary: kind of a sequel to "just a text"
Note: Okay, so I just started trying to write fanfiction. Any comments, tips, whatever are welcome! I really want to get better at writing fanfiction, so please tell me what you think!
Should I go? I should go. Will she be mad? Angry? Confused? Yeah… Definitely confused. It’s Brittany, she’s always confused. Damn… What should I do?
Santana is on her back on her bed, twirling her phone between her index finger and thumb.
If I go, what the hell should I say? I already told her I loved her, that didn’t work. She didn’t want me. There’s nothing left to say, really.
She covers her face with her hands, trying to think clearly.
What the fuck should I do? I don’t want to fight with her. I don’t want to lose her as my friend. My best friend. But I don’t think I can handle being… “just” friends. I can’t handle being “just” her friend and seeing her ride off into the sunset on Arties lap.
And at that moment she makes her final decision. It’s no use fighting for something that’s just not going to happen, she should forget Brittany and just try to keep distance between them. Thinking about that makes tears well up in her eyes again. She wonders how her eyes manage to keep producing tears, for all the crying she’s been doing the past few days.
She’s startled by a knock on her door. A look on her clock tells her it’s past midnight already.
“What the fuck…”
She stands up from her bed, wipes a hand across her face and walks down the stairs. She can see a tall figure standing in front of her door. Irritated, she reaches for the doorknob.
“Puck, if that’s you, I’m going to punch you so hard that…”
Her breath catches in her throat at seeing the person standing in front of her door.
“Uhmm, no, I’m not Puck,” Brittany says, hesitantly.
Santana just stares at her, feeling her knees start to shake and a weird feeling bouncing up and down her stomach.
“Hi,” the blonde says.
“Hi…”
“Can I come in?”
Santana feels her vision blur and she finds herself unable to breathe.
“San? Are you alright?,” Brittany asks concerned.
Santana just stares. She can’t breathe, can’t think and can’t talk.
Brittany reaches out and cautiously touches her arm. This snaps Santana right out of her haze and she jumps back at Brittany’s touch.
“Don’t touch me!,” she says.
“San.. Please,” Brittany looks hurt.
Santana feels her whole body tremble uncontrollably.
“Just… Just go away okay.”
She tries to close the door, but Brittany is quickly enough to put a foot between the door. She pushes the door back open and looks at Santana with pleading eyes.
“Please, Santana. Please, just let me come in. This is killing me. I just want to talk to you.”
She reaches out again and takes Santana’s hand in her own.
“Please?”
This time Santana doesn’t pull back, and for the first time since days she dares to look into Brittany’s eyes again. Without saying a word, she steps back, making room for Brittany to come in. She walks into her living room, feeling Brittany’s eyes burn into her back. She really doesn’t know where to go. Whether to take a seat on the couch, or at the dining table, so she just turns around and keeps standing in the middle of the living room.
“So..?,” she snaps at Brittany. She didn’t mean to sound that bitchy, but she doesn’t feel like apologizing at the moment.
Brittany just looks at her feet, fumbling on the hem of her skirt.
“I… I don’t know.”
Santana clenches her jaw.
“So , you come over here, telling me that you want to talk to me, and then you don’t know what to say?!”
“Santana, please. Don’t be so angry. I… I don’t like it when you’re angry with me,” Brittany answers in a tiny voice.
“Then just tell me what you came to do here.”
“I… Well… What you told me made me do a lot of thinking.”
“About what?”
“About us. I just… I don’t know, Santana. I’m so confused. I think about you all the time. And Artie.. He’s so sweet. He understands me, but…”
Santana feels her blood boil again, anger racing through her veins.
“If you’re here to tell me about how great your relationship with Artie is, then please just go. I understand that you don’t want me, it’s perfectly clear, but don’t go rubbing it down my face okay?!,” Santana interrupts.
Brittany looks shocked and rapidly shakes her head.
“No, no, Santana, you don’t understand!”
“Then tell me what the fuck are you talking about?”
Brittany doesn’t say a thing.
And at that moment, with Brittany just standing there, saying nothing, it’s just too much for Santana. She clenches her jaw, fighting back tears. She takes a deep breath.
“Go, will you? Just, please, go.”
Santana turns around, wanting to walk away from Brittany, away from all the pain, but at that very moment, Brittany reaches out and grasps her hand, pulling Santana towards her. Santana, shocked and unable to move, can only look in blue, tear-brimming eyes.
Brittany squeezes her hand hard and then closes the distance, brushing her lips softly against Santana’s.
Santana feels her whole world spin around her, her head pounding hard and her heart beating so hard that she thinks Brittany might hear it.
After several heartbeats, they pull apart.
Santana can only look at Brittany, unable to speak.
Brittany smiles shyly, and brings Santana’s hand to her chest, laying it there flatly.
“You feel that?”
Santana feels Brittany’s heart pounding rapidly against her hand.
She nods slowly.
“That’s what I wanted to tell you. That’s what you do to me.”
Santana blushes.
“You make me feel like ducks and rainbows. You know how much I love ducks and rainbows.”
And at that moment, Santana just doesn’t care anymore. She launches herself into Brittany’s arms, holding on for dear life and never letting her go.