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69 Brittana ofc ☺️
“Why the hell are you bleeding?”
Santana ran down the hallway to the nurse’s office as fastas she could. Brittany wasn’t Cheerios practice and she wasn’t answering hertext messages. Surprisingly, it was Rachel who came to her telling her Brittanywas in the nurse’s office.
She pushed the door open so hard she almost knocked one ofthe other students down. “Where is Brittany?” As if she wasn’t normally scaryenough, her scared yet demanding voice was even louder.
“I’m over here,” Brittany called out softly from behind oneof the curtains.
The head cheerleader pulled the curtain back when she felther heart shatter into a thousand tiny pieces, “Why the hell are you bleeding?”
“I got into a fight with a coupleof the girls on the basketball team.” Brittany offered a half smile to hergirlfriend and gave an apathetic shrug.
Santana touched the butterflystitch just above her girlfriend’s eyebrow, “Why would you get into a fight? Youare the most gentle and passive person I know.” She grabbed Brittany’s handrubbing her thumb across it softly.
“I was trying to get some extracredit for math and lost track of time. So that made me late for cheerios practice,” She sighed out softly andlooked at her girlfriend. “I’m going totell you the rest and I don’t want you to get upset. It’s over and settled. Canyou promise to listen to me then let it go?”
“I will try and stay calm,” Thebrunette took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Go ahead, Brittany.”
“So I ended up being in the lockerroom when the girl’s basketball team came in. A few of them started making comments about mebeing in there to see them change.” Brittany just shrugged and let out a smallsigh, “Which I didn’t really care. But they started talking about you. Calling you mean names and stuff. So, I triedto get them to stop and they wouldn’t listen. Three of them kind of backed meinto a corner then I lost it…Coach Beiste came in a stopped it. But she thinksI might have broken ones nose and someone else has a broken finger.”
“You did all of that just to standup for me?” Santana felt her anger wash away and her heart start to melt alittle.
“Of course I did. You’re my lady,”Brittany pointed at her cheek with her index finger. “I do think I hurt this…Imight need you to kiss it.”
The brunette rolled her eyes to a littlebit but honored her girlfriend’s request and kissed her cheek. “So I take ityou did most of the damage?”
“Ohhh…” Brittany pointed at hereyebrow, “Coach Beiste did that by accident when she had to pull me off theother girl.”
“I don’t like the idea of youfighting or getting hurt,” Santana said with a slight hint of excitement in hervoice, “But you do look bad ass and all kinds of hot right now.” She leaned upclose to Brittany’s ear. “I still have that candy stripper outfit and you looklike you could use a nurse.”
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💛💚🖤💔
💛: What is a popular ship you just can't get behind, and why? Finchel. I do think they helped each other grow a lot. I just didn't see the appeal to them as far as the showing having so much more ground breaking things going for it. Unpopular girl gets jock boy has been done OVER AND OVER.
💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character? I think everyone who doesn't really understands Santana thinks she's a nightmare. She did do shitty things and things that shouldn't be excused. But put almost anyone else's name in a sentence of something seen as awful that Santana did, and it wouldn't be as big of a deal.
🖤: Which character is not as morally good as everyone else seems to think? Finn. I do think in some instances his heart is in the right place, but he also does things he hates to other people.
💔: If you had to remove one major character from the series, who would you choose? Blaine. I know he is well loved, but he literally destroyed a lot of Kurt's character development. He gets mad at Kurt for text flirting with someone else. (which I agree is emotional cheating) then just sleeps with someone else and thinks it should be fine.
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It gets so much better!! D’Arcy and Kristen Bell make me so happy!
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heard you've been missing mercedes so. happy bday @porcelainvino!!
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Not to be a Disney adult and a gleek in one post. But I Won’t Say I’m In Love is so Santana Lopez coded
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y’all ever read a fanfic that you cannot believe an author just wrote for free?? what an honor it is to read a piece of someone’s soul they shared out of nothing but love for a piece of media. what a privilege it is to be allowed their talent because you share an interest!!
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I wrote this one scenes…..now I have 150 pages.
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"IT WAS ONLY SUPPOSED TO BE A ONESHOT!!!" i scream, desperately clawing at the floor, as the fic drags me back into The Depths to continue writing against my will for the rest of eternity
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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
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I’ve had this extremely strange crackship muse running through my head. Cassandra July and Santana end up in a weird all fire situationship and end up married 😂
After the last of the coffee cups are rinsed and the final goodbye hugs have been exchanged, the apartment feels calm again. Cassie leans against the kitchen counter, watching Santana lazily wipe down the table. Her tone is quiet but deliberate.
“She’s still uneasy around you,” Cassie says.
Santana glances up, brow raised.
“Quinn,” Cassie says maturely of factly. “She hides it pretty well, and Brittany smooths it over like she always does, but… it’s there. She’s still on edge.”
Santana tosses the cloth into the sink with a sigh and a shrug. “That’s Quinn’s to deal with. I’m happily married to the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. I’m not out here losing sleep over some unresolved whatever Quinn hasn’t sorted out.”
Cassie watches her for a second waiting for Santana to continue. Santana picking up on the pause, turns to face her.
“What?”
Cassie tilts her head. “Do you think maybe Quinn feels a little… left out? I mean, Brittany and I connect with dance. Kurt and Rachel are Broadway dorks. Everyone’s got a thing.”
Santana rolls her eyes. “You think she’s jealous of the shared hobbies?”
“I think she’s not used to being in the center,” Cassie says gently. “Especially when it comes to you. She doesn’t know where she fits anymore because of me.”
Santana scoffs but softens almost immediately. “Maybe. Quinn’s always been complicated. That’s kind of her whole brand. But it’s not like I’m pushing her away. I don’t know. ”
“I know,” Cassie says. “You’re being good about it. You were patient at lunch, and today. But if she doesn’t want to be the odd woman out, she’s gotta meet you halfway.”
Santana nods slowly,“I love her, you know? She makes me crazy and we weren’t always good to each other. But I do. I just don’t know what to do with that kind of weird tension.”
Cassie walks over and loops her arms around Santana’s waist. “Maybe just keep showing up for her. Even if she doesn’t make it easy.”
Santana rests her chin on Cassie’s shoulder. “Why do you have to be so mature?”
“Balance,” Cassie says with a smirk. “You’re loud. I’m quiet. You’re dramatic. I’m calm. You’re still in a rivalry with Quinn Fabray that only exists in your head.”
“Rude,” Santana mutters to herself. She leans in and kisses Cassie anyway. “But fair.”
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I really do think Brittana would still have Friday date night even after being married for almost 8 years.

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How is this my life: Santana Lopez Edition Part 2
Brittany laughs a little thinking Rachel might be mad Santana got to Quinn first. “Do you ever think about the night you and Quinn messed around?”
Santana stiffens. “No and It’s not funny,” she says, voice sharper than she means it to be.
Brittany pauses, her smile faltering. “Baby, I’m teasing”
“No, Britt. Seriously.” Santana sits up straighter, her arms folding across chest. “It’s not funny because it reminds me of a time when we weren’t together.”
Brittany’s expression softening. “Oh.”
Santana looking down at the edge of the bed. “You were at that wedding with Sam. I was drunk and alone and stupid. I made a dumb decision because everything in me hurt, and all I could think about was how I was losing you.”
“Santana…” Brittany reaches for her hand, but Santana doesn’t take it; she just keeps talking.
“I know it’s over. I know that was a long time ago. I know we’re married now and happy and solid. But when I think about that night, it’s like this little part of me still remembers how close I came to screwing it all up. Or how easy it is to imagine where we didn’t make it back to each other.” She finally looks up at Brittany. “And I couldn’t take that. I couldn’t take not being married to you.”
Brittany doesn’t say anything right away. She just reaches for Santana’s face, thumb brushing lightly along her cheek. “Hey,” she says gently, “look at me.”
Santana does, eyes smeared with tears and running mascara.
“You didn’t screw it up. We found our way back. We chose each other. Over and over.” Brittany prattles off softly” Santana nods, just barely.
“And you’re right. It could’ve gone differently. But it didn’t. We made it. You and me. We keep making it every day.”
There’s a long pause before Santana finally lets out a shaky breath and lies back down, curling slightly toward Brittany. She let’s out a sigh.
“I’m sorry I joked about it,” Brittany murmurs, kissing her temple. “I didn’t know it still hit that deep.”
Santana nods against her shoulder. “It just… scared me. For a second. The idea that you think I think about anyone but you,” Santana teases back a little. “And occasionally Ginger Spice.”
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But like really…Glee had a lot of missed opportunities. But why did Santana never meet Cassandra July? I mean imagine the raw insults, incredible combos of dancing and singing, and maybe LESBIANS! (That’s my one crackship)
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“So how’s your love life?” Rachel to Santana.
“I don’t have a love life.” Santana’s reply.
“That’s a lie! I saw a VERY attractive, legs for days, twenty something sneaking out of the apartment this morning doing the the walk of shame when I can back from my coffee run.” Kurt butting in.
“I was asked about my love life…not my sex life. Also, have you seen me? It for sure wasn’t a walk of shame.” Santana’s response to Kurt.
This has just been rolling around in my head…maybe AUish. I don’t need new ideas. I need to finish old ideas…
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accidentally went too long without doing a nice fully rendered vb au brittana piece again whoops
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