Brittany S. Pierce (
somanylyrics) wrote2012-10-20 11:29 pm
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She's stretched out on her bed with a notebook and her crayons. She's supposed to be doing homework, but she's drawing instead. Her thoughts have been all over the place and she can't figure out what to do with them.
Santana is her best friend, and she doesn't ever want to upset her. Ever. She knows Santana doesn't want anyone to know what they do during their sleepovers, and usually she doesn't mind being quiet about it, but sometimes she feels sad about it. She doesn't understand why it has to be hidden when it's something that they both like; something that makes them happy when they're together.
She doesn't say anything to Santana though. She never knows what she can say.
With a sigh, Brittany pulls out a crayon and turns to a fresh page of paper.
Dear Santana,
Your my best friend and I love you, but somtimes you make me really really sad. I liek kissing you, and when we have spesial lady sex, but I think you don't like that its me. I'm sorry I'm a girl. I'm sorry you don't feel the way I do. Mostly I'm just sad becuase I want you to be happy. We never have to kiss agian if that will make you happyer.
Love always,
Brittany
She carefully pulls the paper from her notebook and smooths it out. She bites her tongue as she folds it into three, and she kisses it before leaning over her bed and picking up a shoe box. She opens the box and drops the letter in on top of a pile of other letters. She likes to write to Santana, but she can't give her the letters. These are things they're not supposed to talk about, not even to each other, and she doesn't want to lose her best friend over her stupid feelings.
Brittany sees more in Santana than anyone else does, more than anyone else is allowed to see. She knows that a lot of it are things Santana doesn't want her to see either, so she pretends. It's how she protects Santana. It's how she takes care of her. If there are things Santana wants to keep her wall up to then Brittany will stay quiet. She'll stay quiet, and she'll stay by Santana's side, because she loves her.
She drops the lid down on the box with a frown on her lips. Protecting Santana makes her a sad panda sometimes.
Santana is her best friend, and she doesn't ever want to upset her. Ever. She knows Santana doesn't want anyone to know what they do during their sleepovers, and usually she doesn't mind being quiet about it, but sometimes she feels sad about it. She doesn't understand why it has to be hidden when it's something that they both like; something that makes them happy when they're together.
She doesn't say anything to Santana though. She never knows what she can say.
With a sigh, Brittany pulls out a crayon and turns to a fresh page of paper.
Dear Santana,
Your my best friend and I love you, but somtimes you make me really really sad. I liek kissing you, and when we have spesial lady sex, but I think you don't like that its me. I'm sorry I'm a girl. I'm sorry you don't feel the way I do. Mostly I'm just sad becuase I want you to be happy. We never have to kiss agian if that will make you happyer.
Love always,
Brittany
She carefully pulls the paper from her notebook and smooths it out. She bites her tongue as she folds it into three, and she kisses it before leaning over her bed and picking up a shoe box. She opens the box and drops the letter in on top of a pile of other letters. She likes to write to Santana, but she can't give her the letters. These are things they're not supposed to talk about, not even to each other, and she doesn't want to lose her best friend over her stupid feelings.
Brittany sees more in Santana than anyone else does, more than anyone else is allowed to see. She knows that a lot of it are things Santana doesn't want her to see either, so she pretends. It's how she protects Santana. It's how she takes care of her. If there are things Santana wants to keep her wall up to then Brittany will stay quiet. She'll stay quiet, and she'll stay by Santana's side, because she loves her.
She drops the lid down on the box with a frown on her lips. Protecting Santana makes her a sad panda sometimes.
