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Rule 3 - Tag 11 people and link them to your post.
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Favourite book? Not counting the HP saga, To Kill a Mokingbird i guess. Or give me some Conan Doyle. Or Garcia Márquez. The Importance of Being Earnest? IDEK WHY DO YOU MAKE ME CHOOSE YOU MONSTER
A movie you always recommend. Inception is pretty rad
What ringtone do you have on your phone right now? BBC Sherlock's intro, Back to Work.
What is your current desktop picture? Sherlock and John as the 12th Doctor & Companion in front of the Tardis. So yeah.
Are you fluent in any other languages? I guess I'm pretty fluent in Spanish since it is my mother language. And Whale.
Have you ever tried to cut your own hair? I have done so several times in fact. Some times more successfully than others.
What is your favourite cartoon of all time? Ugh, IDK. I just discovered it a few month ago, but Gravity Falls is my favorite so far. I mean, I liked myself some good shit when I was little but I wouldn't sit and watch it now.
What’s your favourite name? I like naming things, I usually go for food names. My chipmunk was called "Noodles", that's a good name. (That's me avoiding the actual question, IDK, depends on the person)
What is your favourite season? Autumn, without the shade of a doubt.
What do you like to collect? Fallen leaves and flowers. I have a press and all to, well, press them. They're so decorative!
My questions:
If you were an ice-cream flavour, which one would you be and why?
If you could download one skill to your brain, Matrix style, what would it be?
Did you have any naughty habbits when you were a kid?
If you had to set up a survival plan for trying to make it through the postapocalypse, what would it consist of?
Which is the most creative excuse, true or false, that you've ever given to someone?
Stupid achievement you're most proud of?
If you had to mutate into a monster, which kind would you be?
What is your favourite ape?
What do you put first in the bowl, the milk or the cereal? (FYI, there's only one correct answer)
If you had to set fire to a building, which one would you choose and why?
People I’m tagging:
idk, it's such a bother to tag people... let's see
Si, soy yo!! Siento que mi ask te haya vuelto loca ( lo de la parte de las millas, soy horrible en matematicas) xD Pero me alegro que te haya gustado, y que que haya mucha gente que tambien piense asi, eso demuestra increible que eres ;) Como has sabido que era yo?
POR QUE TYRION + RORY + ROCK that's you. :) Ay gracias linda te adoro de verdad. (abrazooote) mucho mucho
BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award, you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out <3
Summary: "Brittany figures that if her parents really didn't want her to see Santana today, they would have banned her from going to school, the Lima Bean, and Cheerios practice; they also probably would have thought twice about giving her the okay to take her sister out to see a movie on a Friday night, knowing how much she and Santana like seeing movies and how much they like each other."
Author's Note: This story is for the lovely Euge. Happy birthday!
Brittany can tell as soon as Santana sidles up through the crowd to join them in line: her sister has suspicions.
"Hey," says Santana, slipping her hand into Brittany's.
"Hey," says Brittany back, suddenly feeling much happier than she's felt all day.
The colored lights from the electric movie posters paint their skin in true love's kiss, flaming carwreck, and gritty thriller hues. Brittany and Santana give each other a quick peck on the lips, the fun kind of "just because" kiss that Brittany loves so much.
(Brittany loves Santana so much, really.)
Brittany's sister glares.
"What's she doing here?" she huffs, narrowing her eyes at Santana.
Santana cat-smirks. "What?" she says, squeezing Brittany's hand. "I wanted to see a movie, okay? I can't help it if you two just so happened to already be in line at the theater when I showed up or that you two are going to see the exact same movie I wanted to see."
"You wanted to see The Lorax?" Brittany's sister says, incredulous.
"Total coincidence, munchkin." Santana shrugs. She musses Brittany's sister's hair. Brittany's sister flinches away from Santana's touch, annoyed.
"You're supposed to be grounded, Brittany," Brittany's sister reminds Brittany, as if Brittany somehow forgot.
"Yup," Brittany says, pulling her billfold from her purse to pay for Santana's ticket.
* * * * * * * * * *
Brittany figures that if her parents really didn't want her to see Santana today, they would have banned her from going to school, the Lima Bean, and Cheerios practice; they also probably would have thought twice about giving her the okay to take her sister out to see a movie on a Friday night, knowing how much she and Santana like seeing movies and how much they like each other.
(Friday night is date night. Duh.)
The fact is that Brittany and Santana will always find ways to see each other, even when Brittany's parents ground her—it's just like a law of nature or something. Brittany's parents know better than to fight nature.
(They're pretty smart sometimes, in their own way, Brittany guesses.)
If Brittany's sister didn't have suspicions before, she does now, considering that Brittany and Santana force her to sit by herself a couple rows ahead of them while they take their usual seats at the back of the theater.
As the lights go down and the previews start to roll, Brittany's sister sneaks mean glances back at Brittany and Santana, pulling a sour face that has nothing to do with the tart gummy straws Brittany bought her at the concessions stand a few minutes ago.
Santana Crosses herself at Brittany's side, then Crosses Brittany.
"What are you doing?" Brittany asks.
"Protecting us from the evil eye," Santana says seriously. "It wards off demons."
"Oh," Brittany says.
As the movie starts to play, Brittany's sister turns around, the rainbow motion on the screen wrapping her up at the same time Brittany and Santana become wrapped up in each other. Brittany and Santana barely watch The Lorax; they're all hot, soft lips and little breaths, their drinks and candies mostly forgotten in the cup holders at their sides once the movie gets going. Brittany can't be sure, but she thinks she catches her sister staring at them once.
(It's really hard to pay attention to your little sister when your girlfriend's kisses taste like chocolate and pure awesomeness, though.)
* * * * * * * * * *
When the lights go up, Brittany calls for her little sister to join her and Santana at the back of the theater, reminding her to pick up her trash before she leaves her seat.
"I'm so telling Mom and Dad that you two were being gross," her sister says as soon as she gets to within three feet of where she and Santana stand.
Brittany's arms circled around Santana's waist like a seatbelt, her head resting on Santana's shoulder as she crouches at Santana's side.
(Brittany's sister always says "being gross" when what she really means is "kissing.")
Her threat makes Brittany nervous.
Luckily, Santana has the world's best poker face for situations like this one.
"Whatever," Santana says, as if she couldn't care less. "We weren't doing anything wrong anyway. Your mom and dad will probably just get mad at you for tattling. They've told you not to be such a tattletale."
Before she can stop herself, Brittany's sister allows a look of fear to pass over her face. She gasps, considering Santana's caution, but then her expression morphs into another death glare.
"You're not supposed to make out with your girlfriend when you're grounded, Brittany," she snarks, crossing her arms.
"And you're not supposed to know what making out even is anyway. God," Santana snarks back.
* * * * * * * * * *
When Brittany's sister emerges from the ladies' restroom to find Brittany and Santana leaned up against one of the cinema's decorative pillars, Brittany's hands in the pockets of Santana's jacket as she kisses Santana's neck from behind, Brittany knows that they're in trouble.
"This wasn't supposed to be a date," Brittany's sister says firmly. "I'm so telling Mom and Dad."
"It wasn't a date because you're here," Brittany protests.
"I'm so telling," Brittany's sister says.
"What if we bought you ice cream?" Santana offers.
"I had Sour Straws already. I don't need more sugar."
"God. What kind of nine year old are you, anyway?"
* * * * * * * * * *
Apparently, Brittany's sister is the kind of nine year old who wants her ears pierced, which is why, after ten minutes of bargaining, Brittany finds herself inside the Claire's on the other side of the mall from the movie theater, helping her sister pick out what kind of studs she wants to wear for the first six to eight weeks afterwards, secure with a promise that the munchkin won't nark.
Normally kids can only get their ears pierced with a parent or guardian present, but since the girl who works in the store is one of the JV Cheerios, she lets Brittany fill out the forms without asking too many questions.
(Being the captain's girlfriend totally has perks.)
Getting both ears pierced costs $42.50 and even though Brittany offers to pay for all of it, Santana hands her a twenty to split the difference, wearing an apologetic look that says This is my fault, too.
(Technically, Brittany supposes that it's both her and Santana's fault, but only because they love each other so much.)
Brittany's sister chooses surgical steel studs with a fake pink gem on each post for the Claire's employee to put in the piercing gun, then takes a seat in the chair by the window. While the employee tells Brittany's sister how to care for her new piercings, Brittany wanders the store, looking at all the upright racks full of jangling bracelets and cute necklaces, running her fingers over the feathered barrettes and flipping through a calendar with Miley Cyrus on the cover. Santana hangs close to Brittany's sister, asking the Claire's employee questions for Brittany's sister's benefit rather than her own.
(Santana has had her ears pierced since she was a baby or something. Like, she got them pierced for her christening, Brittany's pretty sure.)
(Brittany has had her own ears pierced more times than she can count.)
The Claire's employee cleans Brittany's sister's earlobes with rubbing alcohol just as the song on the PA switches to Justin Bieber. Brittany slides up behind Santana and whisper-sings into her ear, changing the words of the song to fit them instead of Selena Gomez or whoever.
Santana grins. "Britt," she says, her dimples showing.
(It's no wonder Brittany can't stay away from Santana when Santana smiles at her like that.)
The Claire's employee uses a purple marker to draw a single dot on each of Brittany's sister's earlobes, then asks Brittany and Santana to check if the dots seem like they're in the right place. As long as the dots aren't on the cartilage, Brittany figures they can't be wrong exactly, so she nods her consent right away; Santana takes a longer time to check, though, because Santana is always so careful about details. After a minute, Santana nods.
"That's fine," she says.
The employee prepares the piercing gun and Brittany's sister looks between Brittany and Santana, nervous.
* * * * * * * * * *
Brittany knows that getting your ears pierced doesn't hurt that bad, but she still doesn't blame her sister for crying after the store employee presses that weird, white electric stapler-looking implement into the pink plush of her ear. To her credit, Brittany's sister doesn't even cry that much, she just gives a wet gasp, her eyes filling with tears before she can help it, and draws her hands up to her mouth, more startled than anything.
"You okay, squirt?" Santana asks in her sweetest, most careful voice.
Brittany's sister nods, putting on a brave face. Santana is basically her hero, so she doesn't want to look like a baby in front of Santana, if she can help it.
"It looks good," Santana encourages her, eyeing the new earring.
(Brittany feels so sweet on Santana sometimes that she doesn't even know what to do about it.)
* * * * * * * * * *
They have to wait in line for a minute or two before they can pay because there are these two girls ahead of them buying feather boas and masquerade masks for a bachelorette party or something. The girls' boyfriends wait at the entrance of the store, huffing impatiently, like being in Claire's for even just a little while is too much for them to take. There is a lot of pink to process, Brittany supposes, but she doesn't mind waiting, mostly because she has Santana. She leans up against Santana and tangles their hands together.
She ducks down to give Santana a quick "just because" kiss on the lips, and that's when it happens.
One of the guys at the store entrance fakes a cough, only mostly hiding a word.
Brittany hears the word, clear as if the guy hadn't fake coughed at all. Santana hears it, too, flinching. Brittany knows she shouldn't look, but she can't help it; her eyes flick to the men at the store entrance, who hide their derision behind smirks, hands pressed to their mouths, looking at Brittany and Santana like they want them more than anything else in the world but also don't want them at all at the same time.
The guys' girlfriends make a scoffing noise as they pass by Brittany and Santana on the way out of the store. Brittany feels cold inside; she moves to step halfway in front of Santana, as if to shield her from the guys and girls looking at her as they go away, but Santana sort of does the same thing to Brittany, so they basically just end up pressed against each other, like they've formed ranks. The guys and the girls with the feather boas disappear into the mall before Brittany can even think to say anything to them at all.
It's only just then that Brittany remembers her sister.
She looks to see the little girl staring after the feather boa crowd, her brow scrunched up. She heard the word, too. Brittany's sister looks between Brittany and Santana like she's seeing them for the first time in her whole life. All of a sudden, it's like someone just snuffed out a candle behind Brittany's sister's eyes. Brittany wants to chase after the light, but she doesn't know where to look for it.
(Santana is Brittany's sister's hero.)
(Brittany's sister loves Brittany a lot, even though they fight.)
Brittany can't think of quite what to say to her sister or how to talk to her about what just happened. She doesn't want to have to explain that word or why the guys were laughing. She opens her mouth to speak, but doesn't have the right answers. She closes her mouth again.
Luckily, Santana is there.
"Wow, bullies totally suck," Santana says in a rattling voice. She sounds like someone knocked the wind out of her—which is exactly how Brittany feels, too, actually. Santana shakes her head and gives Brittany's sister a sad smile, "They really, really suck, pipsqueak."
Brittany watches her sister's face as she takes in what Santana says. She still has questions, Brittany can tell, but she nods her head, agreeing with Santana. She seems reflective and sad, somehow older than she was just a minute ago. It's not just the new earrings.
Santana shakes her head, clearing out the cobwebs. She slips her hand into Brittany's. The lady behind the counter still waits for them to pay.
"You know what doesn't suck, though, pipsqueak?" Santana says as she and Brittany step up to the counter to hand over their money. Brittany's sister doesn't say anything, but Santana tells her anyway: "Hanging out with your sister. It's really awesome, actually."
* * * * * * * * * *
They do end up going for ice cream after they pay for the piercings. When Brittany's sister asks why, Brittany explains that it's because ice cream is big girl food and they're all big girls now, so they'd better eat it. Brittany's sister seems to like that explanation. Santana seems to like it, too.
When Brittany and Santana kiss goodbye in the parking lot beside Santana's car, Brittany's sister doesn't say anything; she just looks away, watching the sky fade from blood orange to lavender on the west side of town. She scrapes at the bottom of her mostly empty ice cream cup with her plastic spoon, fishing for any leftover gummy bears.
Santana and Brittany kiss gratitude and comfort into each other's lips. Brittany tries especially to kiss out "I'm so proud of you" because it's true: she is.
(Brittany feels proud of Santana in more ways than she could ever, ever say.)
Their hands dangle down by their hips, thumbs mapping over one another's hot palms. Their foreheads nudge together and their noses and the softest parts of each other's cheeks. Santana slips her tongue into Brittany's mouth, which is usually something she won't do with other people around. They kiss until their breathing changes, almost like they've been running, even though they didn't do any running tonight, not even a little bit.
"Get yourself ungrounded, please," Santana begs, drawing out the last word like a kid asking for a birthday present his mom probably can't afford.
"Working on it," Brittany promises.
"Britt," Brittany's sister says, not in the sharp way she usually would.
"I love you," Santana says as Brittany pulls away from her so she can open up her car.
"I love you, too," Brittany promises, so, so sweet on Santana that she doesn't know what to do about it.
* * * * * * * * * *
Santana follows Brittany most of the way home in her car, flashing her lights at Brittany from behind whenever they pull up to a stoplight, just to get her attention. Brittany makes the "I love you" sign to Santana in the rearview mirror. Santana makes the sign back. Eventually, Santana pulls off in the direction of her house, waving as she drives away.
"Light's green," Brittany's sister says plainly.
Brittany and her sister get home way later than Brittany had promised their parents that they would.
* * * * * * * * * *
Brittany gets grounded for the whole weekend for taking her sister to get her ears pierced, but she doesn't really care; she'll just text Santana the whole time anyway. Maybe they'll Skype. Maybe Santana will sneak through her window. They're like a force of nature.
