This is absolutely ridiculous, Santana thinks, thanking any and all deities who will listen that she is in Brittany's dining room and not at Breadstix where someone might see her. But she doesn't say it out loud and doesn't let it show on her face, because she royally fucked up in picking Mercedes over her best friend, and she knows it.
The blonde is looking at her expectantly, waiting, and all she can do is put on her best fake smile and try not to grimace as she slowly lowers her face down to the plate. It's the strangest sensation, the pasta sauce still warm and the tangy smell of tomato suddenly filling her nostrils. But Brittany squeals in delight as Santana nudges the meatball across the plate with her nose, and it almost makes the complete humiliation worth it.
Still, once the meatball reaches its destination, the brunette can't sit back up fast enough, quickly wiping off her face with a napkin. Part of her can't believe she just did that, even for Brittany, but that train of thought is almost completely derailed when the taller girl wraps her arms around her neck and pulls her in for a quick kiss.
"After all that you're not even going to eat it?" Santana asks incredulously.
Brittany grins and shrugs. "No. I don't even like meatballs. Want to go up to my room?"
Suddenly she decides she doesn't even care that she just made an utter fool of herself, because Brittany isn't going to tell and even if she did, she could always claim that she only did it to get laid. Which she is going to be in just a few minutes, and it's going to be awesome, because the forgiveness sex is always the best. And she'll act like it doesn't mean anything, even to Brittany herself. But she likes to think that maybe the other girl sees through it, because the Santana Lopez wouldn't do this crap for just anybody. She might not be the nicest or most loyal person but she does her best to prove herself in the end, and Brittany is always waiting there for her.
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Glee - Brittany/Santana - You don't know how far I'd go
Date: 2010-11-09 03:28 pm (UTC)The blonde is looking at her expectantly, waiting, and all she can do is put on her best fake smile and try not to grimace as she slowly lowers her face down to the plate. It's the strangest sensation, the pasta sauce still warm and the tangy smell of tomato suddenly filling her nostrils. But Brittany squeals in delight as Santana nudges the meatball across the plate with her nose, and it almost makes the complete humiliation worth it.
Still, once the meatball reaches its destination, the brunette can't sit back up fast enough, quickly wiping off her face with a napkin. Part of her can't believe she just did that, even for Brittany, but that train of thought is almost completely derailed when the taller girl wraps her arms around her neck and pulls her in for a quick kiss.
"After all that you're not even going to eat it?" Santana asks incredulously.
Brittany grins and shrugs. "No. I don't even like meatballs. Want to go up to my room?"
Suddenly she decides she doesn't even care that she just made an utter fool of herself, because Brittany isn't going to tell and even if she did, she could always claim that she only did it to get laid. Which she is going to be in just a few minutes, and it's going to be awesome, because the forgiveness sex is always the best. And she'll act like it doesn't mean anything, even to Brittany herself. But she likes to think that maybe the other girl sees through it, because the Santana Lopez wouldn't do this crap for just anybody. She might not be the nicest or most loyal person but she does her best to prove herself in the end, and Brittany is always waiting there for her.