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Finchel -> Finn trying to teach Rachel some basic skills

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“Do you believe in ghosts?” 

Brittany had a white sheet over her head with two holes for her eyes and was shining a flashlight up into her face as she spoke in a “spooky” voice, waving her hands around. Rachel jumped back in alarm.

Rachel, Tina, Finn, Mercedes and Mike were all staring at at the girl weirdly as she took out a Ouija board, placing it on the floor of her apartment on Halloween night. She pulled the sheet off of her head, grinning widely at her friends as she observed their panicked faces.

“B-Brittany are you sure that’s a good idea?” Her roommate, Tina stuttered.

“Yeah, relax, Guys. It’s totally fine. I play with it all the time when I’m bored and like, it doesn’t even work. Nothing happens.”

“What? All the time?! Brittany, you shouldn’t play with that thing!” Rachel yelped while Finn looked around awkwardly as the short, intense brunette grabbed his hand tightly. Her eyes darted around the room nervously as if expecting to find ghosts lurking in the shadows. “Don't you know what that is? There could be… demons in here now!” 

“Wait a minute. Brittany, what are you expecting it to do?“ Mike asked, raising an eyebrow. “When you play with the board, I mean.” 

Brittany took a bite of a mini chocolate bar. They were almost out of them, thanks to Finn, who had chocolate smeared all over his face. Rachel sighed as he grinned at her, not realizing he had melted chocolate all over him. 

“I dunno. Grant me three wishes?”

“That’s a genie, Brittany and you’ll get that with a magic lamp. You need a magic lamp for that,” Rachel intoned in flat voice, becoming more annoyed with her bimbo friend. “We’ve all seen Aladdin. Wait a minute, what am I saying? Magic isn’t real.”

“I dunno this thing just kinda sucks," Brittany shrugged, "Here, you try, Tina. You must know all about this stuff already.” 

“Whoa, whoa Britt, you know I’m all about the horror movie aesthetic but using an actual Ouija board is a little much, even for me, and these black candles you have are seriously adding to the creepy vibe. Not to mention it's literally Halloween night.”

“Fake goth.” Mike muttered sarcastically under his breath, earning a growl from his girlfriend as he pretended to be disappointed. “If you can’t even master Ouija boards, then when are you gonna move on to seances?”

“Hopefully never. You and Tina need to go to church. You too, Brittany. Especially you.” Mercedes declared as Rachel nodded beside them. 

“Look Tina, just move the pointy thingy around. It’s just like instant messaging but with a board game.”

“Oh hell to the no. I’m leaving!” Mercedes announced, making the sign of the cross with her fingers. Finn ran with her, giving a manly scream and Rachel took off after them, flabbergasted, as the planchette began to move on its own. Tina gasped, staring at it in awestruck silence. Mike was a little unnerved but he thought it would be too unmanly to run away.

“It’s spelling something!” Tina shouted in a mixture of fear and excitement. Lord Tubbington began yowling as the room felt colder.

“Yeah. It’s someone texting me through the board thingy again. I know all of them already and I guess they get lonely so they all wanna talk. One at a time please, Guys.” 

“Brittany?! They talk to you all the time?”

“Yeah, like it’s hard? I mean sometimes they give me the silent treatment but usually it’s getting them to shut up that’s the problem.”

“Oh my God, oh my God” Tina shrieked as the words “H-E-Y G-O-T-H" were spelt out, Mike reading out each of the letters helpfully as it moved to them quickly.

“Rude!” Tina gasped in outrage.

“H-A H-A H-A"

“Hello?” Brittany called out, as casually as if she was having a phone call with a friend. “Who are you?”

Your worst nightmare

“Oh yeah, you’re sooo mean and threatening” Brittany rolled her eyes while Tina screamed.

I am

The planchette started moving again but in slow, labored movements rather than the quick, erratic ones they had just seen. 

Not. Liar. 

Shut up

Go to hell

You first

“Oh my God the ghosts are arguing with each other!” Tina shouted. Brittany just tilted her head to the side, not really noticing a problem and she thought of something. 

“What are you wearing, Mean Ghost?” Brittany asked in boredom, laying on her back with her arms behind her head.

No sexting

“Why not? You sound cute.” Brittany gushed. 

The planchette quivered on the board as if the ghost was unsure of how to answer that one. The entire room shook as if they were having a mini earthquake for a few seconds and Tina screamed again, Mike eventually slapping his hand over her mouth and hushing her.

“Brittany, are you seriously flirting with a ghost?” Tina deadpanned after her panic had worn off a little.

“Why not?” The blonde shrugged, turning to the board again and speaking loudly. “Are you cute?” 

This time, the planchette leapt off of the board and the lights flickered a few times, making Tina jump into Mike’s arms. Then everything was still and the crazy energy seemed to vanish.

Brittany shrugged with a giggle. “I guess I must have scared them off.”

Brittany kept playing with the board whenever she had any free time and next time the friends sat around at the apartment, Artie, Brittany’s ex-boyfriend was with them.

“Hi Guys and girls! I wanna talk now so like, move the planchette okay.” Brittany ordered the imaginary people. Spirits. Whatever they were. 

H-I B-R-I-T-T The planchette spelled out.

“Hi, Hottie.” Brittany murmured seductively, causing her friends to raise their eyebrows.

"Oh wow, Brittany. I hope we're not interrupting anything here," Mike joked, "Maybe we need to give you two some time alone."

The entire board flipped upside down, the lights flickering like crazy and Brittany had a feeling this was the bashful, mean ghost she talked to before who freaked out and left after she called them cute. She set the board back up.

“Hi, Mr. Shy Guy.”

The board was still for a long moment.

“Wow, you’re pretty awkward.” 

Girl the planchette corrected, then Not shy 

“Oops, sorry. So like, what do you want to talk about?”

Artie leaned over, putting his arm around Brittany casually at some point. Out of nowhere, a force knocked his arm right off of her shoulders. Artie yelped, looking around the room in confusion as he tried to figure out what could have happened.

Ha ha ha

“Hey that was not funny… you, you demon! Brittany… I think you have a poltergeist… I’m going to leave.” Artie groaned. 

The planchette moved super fast again as Artie wheeled away at full speed.

“Don’t come back, Wheels.” 

“I think you have a jealous ghost, Brittany.” Tina giggled. 

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Brittany tried to talk to the ghost again when she was alone. She had a feeling she would talk to her more openly when her friends weren’t around and she was right. 

“What’s your actual name?”

Santana

“How old are you?”

Twenty-five

“Me too.”

“Why are you here in this house?”

Lonely

“You can always talk to me, Santana.” 

You too 

A long pause.

You are the most beautiful girl

“You’re so romantic.” Brittany sighed. If she could date a ghost, she had a feeling this Santana would be her soulmate. Sometimes Brittany would hear a low, hazy voice singing a beautiful song, soothing her early in the morning or feel a gentle breeze, or a presence beside her when she was alone and her roommate, Tina was out.

She even woke up after feeling a pressure at the foot of her bed, a hand touching her arm to wake her up from a nightmare. She knew it was Santana. Brittany was never afraid of her. She kept calling for her to come back and she always did. Whenever she had a bad day, Santana would appear in some form and it would cheer her up.

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Brittany gasped when she came home one day to find a ring of salt encircling the living room, along with some guy chanting from a book and Tina burning some sage. 

“No, no, Tina, what are you doing?!”

“I called an exorcist and got this stuff for good measure. Brittany, I’m sick of this ghost. She’s constantly hiding my shoes, she jumps out at me at random times and I swear I heard laughter when I was looking at myself in the mirror. She even laughs at my singing! She has got to go. All of the knocked over vases she does just to annoy me... If this doesn’t work, I’m calling Mike’s mom to ask her to do an ancient spell.”

“No wait, Tina, please don’t scare her off, she's just bored and lonely. I’ll talk to her!”

Brittany rushed to get out her Ouija board, locking herself in her bedroom and setting it out on the floor.

“Please come back, Santana.” Tears came to her eyes as she kept asking for the girl and didn’t get a response after a long time had passed. Just when Brittany had given up, the ghost appeared before her. 

Lord Tubbington began meowing at a high volume, moving around the apartment at a high speed she hadn’t seen him use in ages. Brittany gasped as an ethereal form appeared, translucent before her and a cold wind blew. She wasn’t afraid, just fascinated with what she saw. It was the form of a beautiful girl with black hair, high cheekbones and dark, deep eyes. She was the most stunning person Brittany had ever seen.

“Brittany, I’m here,” The ghost whispered in a soothing, low and raspy voice. Brittany would never forget her beautiful voice. “Don't cry."

“Santana? I thought you... I thought you were gone forever. That’s really you?”

The ghost nodded and leaned in close, kissing her. Brittany gasped, not expecting it but closed her eyes when she realized what the ghost was doing. She felt the slightest soft pressure against her lips and leaned into it. It felt as intimate as a kiss as it would have been if Santana was standing before her in the flesh.

"I love you, Brittany."

“I love you too. Please don’t ever leave me.” She whispered and felt a hand touch her face.

“I'll always protect you. I’ll never leave you alone.” 

When she opened her eyes, Santana was gone. She found her M&Ms re-arranged in a heart-shaped pattern and smiled.

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𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙮, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙠𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞 𝙖𝙢 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞'𝙢 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧

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It’s so weird to me to see the lengths that this fandom will go to try to prove that Britt isn’t bisexual or Santana isn’t lesbian when that’s literally how they label themselves and what they are. It’s so ridiculous. Just let them be what they are. It’s really not that deep.

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rachel berry’s zombie walk though

nailed it

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It’s so weird how fandom has this attitude that one shots automatically are less worthy than long fics or only for people who have short attention spans. I’ve been reading fic in various fandoms for over ten years and I’ve always really enjoyed reading one shots. They’re not less intellectually worthy or valuable and you can tell a complete story with great characterization in 10,000 words or less (some of them are that length or more). I’ve read long fics that are good but I’ve also read multichapters of thirty chapters or more that weren’t interesting or well-developed at all compared to one part or two part stories. A lot of effort goes into one shots in a lot of cases too, it’s not like multi chapters are the only ones that writers put effort into. The assumption that longer fic = better is unfair and untrue.

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Finn Hudson alphabet d » drumming

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Glee Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Santana Lopez/Brittany S. Pierce Characters: Santana Lopez, Brittany S. Pierce Additional Tags: Romantic Comedy, Romantic Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Hurt/Comfort, One Shot Collection, One Shot, Friends to Lovers, Brittany S. Pierce-centric, Smut, one shot anthology, brittana, Santittany Saturdays, Glee Season/Series 03, Shameless Smut, Flirty Santana Lopez, Protective Santana Lopez Summary:

“Brittany and Santana are like the North Star; you’re always going back to each other.” - Naya Rivera

A collection of Brittana-themed one shots, some canon compliant-ish, some in AUs.

First Chapter: [Insatiable] Brittany’s sudden, confusing mood swings have been making Santana’s head spin lately but she soon figures out what’s causing them - her girlfriend is always horny as hell right before her period and Santana is the only one who can make it better. Season 3 Era Brittana Smut

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Finchel AU: Rachel and Finn celebrate their first wedding anniversary.

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Finchel in 01x02, Showmance: original script edition [part1]

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Finchel in 01x02, Showmance: original script edition [part2]

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Showmance deleted scene between Rachel and her dads

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Showmance deleted scene between Rachel and her dads

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People don't think Santana is a jerk because she's mainly mean to characters they dislike like Rachel, Finn, Shue, Brittany, etc. So they see her as a saint.

if you think santana's a jerk just for the sake of it you clearly haven't watched glee at all or you haven't been paying attention.

Lol okay you’re entitled to your opinion 😂 If you think she’s only a jerk just because of her sexuality or any one specific reason then I think you’re the one who hasn’t been paying any attention. Do I know a lot of Santana’s anger and control issues stem from her sexuality issues early in the series? Yes. I also know that she continues to be a jerk even after coming out and being in a happy, loving relationship. So she obviously has *other* factors that make her a jerk too. I personally always interpreted it that she is so fearful that she lashes out and tries to control situations.

However, her being a jerk doesn’t all have some deep psychological reason. She kinda just is because that’s the type of character she is designed to be. It’s literally not that deep. She thinks it’s funny and enjoyable to insult people just because she can. She’s morally grey. Even Naya said Santana is a bitch at a convention (and she was proud of that) and she called her a mean girl in a magazine interview and she meant that in general, not specifically referring to what caused her to be that way. I don’t see her being a jerk as a bad thing at all personally, it’s just the type of character she is and I like her that way.

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You know what they say, you snooze you lose. And it looks like, you snost and you lost.