Summary: "I won't tell anybody, Won't tell anybody." Brittany smiled at Santana who grinned at her, her tanned cheeks lighting up in a blush. "They wanna push me down, they wanna see you fall down."
Author's Note: Just a little ficlet. For those of you who read my Princess of Darkness story, I'm working on it and I'm sorry about the wait.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Parachute by Cheryl Cole.
They were alone in the auditorium, sitting cross legged in the middle of the wide stage, their fingers intertwined. Santana leaned on a fist, staring at the girl in front of her, the one who stole her heart and promised never to return it. Brittany smiled at her girlfriend, taking a loop of raven black hair around her free finger and winding it gently on her digit. Her blue eyes took in the brown looking at her as if she were an Angel.
"I don't tell anyone about the way you hold my hand." Brittany sung softly to Santana, thinking of the song the two had heard coming to school that morning. The blonde tightened her hold on the tan hand encased in hers. Feeling Santana's warm hand squeeze her hand back, at school no less, made her heart flutter and butterflies swarmed in her belly.
"I don't tell anyone about the things that we have planned." Brittany never told anyone when she and Santana had something they wanted to do or somewhere they wanted to go. Her friends never knew when she had a date with Santana, or when she was going to pull Santana out of the hallway in to a closet to make-out during passing period, or when Santana would invite her over to just hang out and watch Mean Girls. She didn't people interrupting her time with her girlfriend.
"I won't tell anybody, Won't tell anybody." Brittany smiled at Santana who grinned at her, her tanned cheeks lighting up in a blush. "They wanna push me down, they wanna see you fall down."
"I won't tell anybody how you turn my world around." Santana sang back to her smoothly. Santana was a good person in the deepest depth of her heart, but it took time to get to a part in her life where someone was allowed to witness it and Brittany brought out the very best in her, making her world tilt on its axis, only, Santana didn't want it to tilt back.
"I won't tell anyone how your voice is my favorite sound." The blonde's voice often was the only thing that soothed Santana into a comfortable state of numbness. The world didn't exist, people didn't bother them, her fiery anger was slowly put out. She was safe when that musical voice spoke, not just to her, but around her, by her, across the hall. It was stored in a file in the brunette's brain as the best sound in the world.
"I won't tell anybody, Won't tell anybody." Santana moved forward onto her knees to press her forehead to Brittany's. "They wanna see us fall, they wanna see us fall down."
"I don't need a parachute, baby if I've got you." Brittany whispered to her, cupping Santana's cheek with her hand, her eyes connecting to the other girl's.
"Baby if I've got you, I don't need a parachute." Santana murmured quietly, not so students in the building didn't hear her, but as not to break the moment she held with her girl.
"You're gonna catch me, You're gonna catch if I fall." Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana's waist and leaned backward so Santana could comfortably lay on her.
"Down, down, down." Santana brought her lips to Brittany's as the final down left her mouth.