Title: She loved everything about her.
Rating: Santana loved Brittany, she just wanted to be with her.
Word count: 582
Summary: Santana loved Brittany and she just wanted to be with her.
Spoilers: Up to 2x15 'Sexy'
Authors notes: I don't really know where this came from, but I hope you all like it.
Well I've been afraid of changing. Cause I've built around you.
Santana loved Brittany. She loved her blonde hair, her blue eyes, her legs, her arms, her feet, her hands, her everything. She loved the way she could be so clueless, yet at the same time be so wise. She loved the way she stood up for Santana. She loved the way she laughed, the way she spoke, the way she smiled, the way she brushed her hair out of her yes, the way she dance, the way she sang, the way she walked, the way she did everything. She wanted to hug Brittany, she wanted to kiss her, she wanted to hold hands with her, she just wanted to be with her.
How could something that felt so wrong feel so right? It felt natural like Brittany. But what would happen if others found out? Would they drive her out like they had with Kurt? Would she end up dead in a ditch somewhere because of the swarming amount of homophobes in Ohio? Surely Brittany had to love her back, she was the one who suggested they go and talk to Ms. Holiday. Santana was just a scared seventeen year old girl, a teenager afraid of her own feelings for her best friend. She couldn't do anything if Brittany didn't love her back.
Of course I love you, I do. And I would totally be with you if it weren't for Artie.
Santana hated Brittany, she hated how her heart sped up when she saw her, she hated how she got tongue tied when talking to her, she hate how she got butterflies in her stomach just by looking at her. She hated how even though Brittany broke her heart, she still loved her. She hate the way Brittany was so perfect with Artie, she hated the way she knew she would never be able to have that, she hated the way she was afraid of her own feelings.
Santana hated the way the word was spat at her daily, she hated how slushies stung her eyes and stained her clothes, she hated how she had bruises from body checks into lockers, she hate how she let this all effect on her. She hated how despite it all, she still loved Brittany.
Do you want… Will you… go to prom… with me?
Santana loved the way it felt to have Brittany's arms around her, she loved the way it felt dancing with her, she loved the way she made her heart swell with love and adoration. She loved the way she looked in her dress, she loved the way she smiled, she loved the way she danced like an idiot, she loved everything about her.
I love you too. I'm sorry it took so long for me to realise.
Santana loved the way Brittany said 'I love you.', she loved the way they held hands, she loved the way they ignored all the insults spat at them, she loved the way they cleaned each other off after slushie facials, she loved the way they walked with their heads held high, she loved the way they laughed together, she loved the way they smiled together, she loved the way they talked together, she loved the way they whispered together. She loved the way they kissed, she loved the way they held hands, she loved the way they did everything. But most of all, she loved how they loved each other.