Fic: The Bitch Is Back
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karatamTitle: The Bitch Is Back
Fandom: Glee
Rating: PG
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Spoilers: though "Audition"
Summary: Set after the Santana-Quinn fight in "Audition"
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Fox and Ryan Murphy. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made from this work of fiction.
Brittany carefully closed the door of the second floor girls bathroom and flipped the lock. She paused, still facing the door, to let the silence descend on the room. And then she turned around.
Santana was standing in front of the mirror, arms braced on either side of the sink, elbows locked. Her ponytail was mussed, dark strands hanging around her face. Brittany’s hands itched to reach up and tuck them all back into the elastic, but she restrained herself. “San?”
A long breath was let out. “Yeah, Brit?” Santana kept looking straight at herself in the mirror, her eyes not wavering to Brittany’s reflection at all.
“You,” Brittany paused again, “you okay?”
“Do I look okay?” Santana sighed and closed her eyes. “It’s just…fuck.” She lifted a hand and roughly scrubbed it across her eyes. Her forearm came back damp.
And Brittany finally took this her signal to move forward. She stepped up behind Santana and wrapped her arms around Santana’s waist. Her taller frame let her easily rest her chin on her best friend’s shoulder. “What is it, S?”
Santana flicked her eyes up to meet with Brittany’s in the mirror and all the fight seemed to flow out of her. “We used to be friends.”
Brittany straightened, surprised. “Aren’t we still friends?”
Rolling her eyes, Santana responded, “Not you and me, Quinn and me. We were friends before high school, before the Cheerios. I didn’t tell Coach that she was pregnant. I never Slushied her when she fell from grace, or whatever. I always held back with her, always gave her the benefit of the doubt.” She turned her head slightly to let it rest against Brittany’s. “She didn’t give me that today. I’m as good as off the squad.”
Brittany tightened her hold on Santana and pressed her face into the brunette’s neck. “I’ll talk to Quinn, maybe I can get her to—”
“Don’t ever bother. She’s not Quinn anymore, she’s Quinn Fabray.” Santana let loose a dark chuckle.
“Well, if you leave the squad, so do I.” Brittany’s jaw was set, an unfamiliar look of anger in her eyes. That look made Santana’s chest hurt, because she had made it her life’s mission to protect Brittany from everything that wasn’t rainbows and happiness.
“Brittany, you love being a Cheerio. You wouldn’t have to quit.” Santana let go of the sink and rested her hands on Brittany’s forearms, squeezing them slightly.
“But I love you.” Brittany’s reasoning was simple and Santana couldn’t help but smile. She turned her head and pressed her lips to Brittany’s temple, smiling into the soft skin there.
“I love you too. Which is why I’m going to suck it up and go to practice this afternoon. Because you love it, and I need to prove that no one messes with Santana Lopez. Even if I am at the bottom of the pyramid.”
Brittany raised her head and looked over Santana’s face carefully. “I think you’re going to bruise here.” She reached up and touched a spot near Santana’s hairline. “I don’t like it when you fight.”
“I know, B. And I can just cover it up. Quinn’s going to have a five point star on her cheek.” She couldn’t stop a smirk from appearing and Brittany just laughed.
“Well, do you want me to kiss it better?” Brittany let her hold loosen so Santana could spin around on the spot.
Santana’s hands came up and smoothed back Brittany’s hair, tucking it carefully behind her ears. She reached back and tugged on Brittany’s blond ponytail fondly. “When do I ever say no, B?”
Brittany moved forward and pressed Santana’s back against the edge of the sink, slipping one hand up the back Santana’s shirt while the other remained grasping a hip. “Never.” Santana grinned and wove her fingers through blond hair, tugging sharply to bring Brittany’s lips to hers.
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Later that afternoon, when Quinn stood talking to Coach, Santana was crouched on the ground, the knee of some freshman digging into her shoulder blade. She took a deep breath and refrained from ripping the newbie a new one. She needed to be patient if she wanted her spot back, and even if she didn’t get it, she’d have Brittany by her side, which would make anything worth it.
She had held back against Quinn in the past, but the blonde had changed the rules of the game. Quinn Fabray wanted to mess with Santana? She’d get the fight of her life, and Santana was willing to give it to her. Santana smiled to herself, making the quivering freshman kneeling next to her tremble in fear.
The bitch was back, and with a vengeance.
Fandom: Glee
Rating: PG
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Spoilers: though "Audition"
Summary: Set after the Santana-Quinn fight in "Audition"
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Fox and Ryan Murphy. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made from this work of fiction.
Brittany carefully closed the door of the second floor girls bathroom and flipped the lock. She paused, still facing the door, to let the silence descend on the room. And then she turned around.
Santana was standing in front of the mirror, arms braced on either side of the sink, elbows locked. Her ponytail was mussed, dark strands hanging around her face. Brittany’s hands itched to reach up and tuck them all back into the elastic, but she restrained herself. “San?”
A long breath was let out. “Yeah, Brit?” Santana kept looking straight at herself in the mirror, her eyes not wavering to Brittany’s reflection at all.
“You,” Brittany paused again, “you okay?”
“Do I look okay?” Santana sighed and closed her eyes. “It’s just…fuck.” She lifted a hand and roughly scrubbed it across her eyes. Her forearm came back damp.
And Brittany finally took this her signal to move forward. She stepped up behind Santana and wrapped her arms around Santana’s waist. Her taller frame let her easily rest her chin on her best friend’s shoulder. “What is it, S?”
Santana flicked her eyes up to meet with Brittany’s in the mirror and all the fight seemed to flow out of her. “We used to be friends.”
Brittany straightened, surprised. “Aren’t we still friends?”
Rolling her eyes, Santana responded, “Not you and me, Quinn and me. We were friends before high school, before the Cheerios. I didn’t tell Coach that she was pregnant. I never Slushied her when she fell from grace, or whatever. I always held back with her, always gave her the benefit of the doubt.” She turned her head slightly to let it rest against Brittany’s. “She didn’t give me that today. I’m as good as off the squad.”
Brittany tightened her hold on Santana and pressed her face into the brunette’s neck. “I’ll talk to Quinn, maybe I can get her to—”
“Don’t ever bother. She’s not Quinn anymore, she’s Quinn Fabray.” Santana let loose a dark chuckle.
“Well, if you leave the squad, so do I.” Brittany’s jaw was set, an unfamiliar look of anger in her eyes. That look made Santana’s chest hurt, because she had made it her life’s mission to protect Brittany from everything that wasn’t rainbows and happiness.
“Brittany, you love being a Cheerio. You wouldn’t have to quit.” Santana let go of the sink and rested her hands on Brittany’s forearms, squeezing them slightly.
“But I love you.” Brittany’s reasoning was simple and Santana couldn’t help but smile. She turned her head and pressed her lips to Brittany’s temple, smiling into the soft skin there.
“I love you too. Which is why I’m going to suck it up and go to practice this afternoon. Because you love it, and I need to prove that no one messes with Santana Lopez. Even if I am at the bottom of the pyramid.”
Brittany raised her head and looked over Santana’s face carefully. “I think you’re going to bruise here.” She reached up and touched a spot near Santana’s hairline. “I don’t like it when you fight.”
“I know, B. And I can just cover it up. Quinn’s going to have a five point star on her cheek.” She couldn’t stop a smirk from appearing and Brittany just laughed.
“Well, do you want me to kiss it better?” Brittany let her hold loosen so Santana could spin around on the spot.
Santana’s hands came up and smoothed back Brittany’s hair, tucking it carefully behind her ears. She reached back and tugged on Brittany’s blond ponytail fondly. “When do I ever say no, B?”
Brittany moved forward and pressed Santana’s back against the edge of the sink, slipping one hand up the back Santana’s shirt while the other remained grasping a hip. “Never.” Santana grinned and wove her fingers through blond hair, tugging sharply to bring Brittany’s lips to hers.
-----
Later that afternoon, when Quinn stood talking to Coach, Santana was crouched on the ground, the knee of some freshman digging into her shoulder blade. She took a deep breath and refrained from ripping the newbie a new one. She needed to be patient if she wanted her spot back, and even if she didn’t get it, she’d have Brittany by her side, which would make anything worth it.
She had held back against Quinn in the past, but the blonde had changed the rules of the game. Quinn Fabray wanted to mess with Santana? She’d get the fight of her life, and Santana was willing to give it to her. Santana smiled to herself, making the quivering freshman kneeling next to her tremble in fear.
The bitch was back, and with a vengeance.
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Date: 2010-09-22 04:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-22 08:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-22 09:34 am (UTC)Huh. Yeah, I never thought about this, but you're right. Santana was totally a better friend to Q than Q ever was to Santana (that we've seen). Hell, she and B even joined Glee just to help Quinn before checking with Sue last season. They were friends. UGH. Now I'm pissed at Quinn on Santana's behalf. Thanks for that. :( (Not knocking your fic ; in fact, it's quite the opposite in that it's so good, it makes the show look dumb by pointing out its flaws.)
I'm just surprised Q got the Head Cheerio position back. It would have been more interesting to see them on equal footing (Santana knocked down a peg and Quinn barely in Sue's good graces but both clearly the best on the team, save Brittany) and seeing them duke it out.
Oh well. Thanks for giving us a nice Brittana moment that we knew had to have happened, since B followed S away from the scene. I like how quiet this story feels, a sort of settling in for the big battles ahead, bolstered by gentle support from B. Well done.
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Date: 2010-09-22 08:11 pm (UTC)I wish the battle for Head Cheerio had been drawn out too, it would have been interesting to see.
I'm glad you enjoyed it :)
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Date: 2010-09-22 02:28 pm (UTC)Great little addition to the premiere!
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Date: 2010-09-22 08:12 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2010-09-23 12:40 am (UTC)Lovely read!
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Date: 2010-09-23 03:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-23 07:34 am (UTC)Anyway, now that I've read this fic, I'm even more pissed at Quinn. It makes it seem like Santana's a better person. A layered HBIC, and Quinn didn't even learn anything from last season during her fall from grace! Grrr!! No wonder Santana's bitchier. It's cos of Quinn's betrayal. Not only did Santana didn't tell on Quinn and also joined Glee because of wanting to help Quinn out, she also didn't quit Glee club after Quinn's fall from grace. I mean, it's very simple for Santana and Brittany to destroy Glee. Just quit Glee and they won't be able to participate in the competition because they won't have enough members. But she didn't quit. She didn't destroy Glee. Why is that? Santana's a better person, and will always be a better person, in my eyes. It's the environment that has forced her to change to become bitchier.
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Date: 2010-09-23 11:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-24 01:30 am (UTC)Loved that bit of dialouge of Quinn's pregnancy. I did always wonder who those, three sources were that confirmed Quinn's pregnancy to Jacob in Throwdown. I never thought it was Santana, or Brittany, but, really, who else.
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Date: 2010-09-25 03:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-30 10:51 am (UTC)The bitch was back, and with a vengeance. - Whuh oh.