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When: Monday evening, February 14 2011
Where: Santana's house
What: First Valentine's Day as a couple
This last week had felt like hell to Santana. She'd been bitched out by most, if not all, of the Glee Club for being a bitch. She wasn't sure where that had even come from. Shouldn't they know by now she was a bitch? She'd thought they'd just gotten used to it. Her complete breakdown in the hallway afterward had been embarrassing, and she'd been choosing to pretend it hadn't happened, but she had been happy Brittany had been there for her.
Then, with Artie serenading Brittany on Thursday during Glee, she'd nearly lost it. She'd confronted him and gotten angry, and he'd gotten right back in her face, something she hadn't expected in the least. She still hadn't quite reacted to everything that had happened properly, but he had seemed to get the message: no matter how shit had gone down, Brittany was hers now and she wasn't going to be an idiot again.
Finally, it was actually Valentine's Day, and Santana had spent the morning before school even started putting little gifts at Brittany's desk in all her classes; it was mostly just little boxes of candy or chocolate. Though she had left a box of colored pencils and a little notepad in one class; a feathered unicorn pen in another; and a stuffed rainbow armadillo in her last class of the day.
Now, they had the house to themselves, since Santana's parents had gone out with a group of friends for a Valentine's dinner. Santana was cooking and Brittany was in the living room watching TV. The blonde had offered to help, but Santana had opted to do this herself. Mostly, because she wanted it to be a romantic gesture, but also because Brittany and kitchens didn't tend to work well together.
moretalented and iwannabedirty When: Monday evening, February 14 2011
Where: Santana's house
What: First Valentine's Day as a couple
This last week had felt like hell to Santana. She'd been bitched out by most, if not all, of the Glee Club for being a bitch. She wasn't sure where that had even come from. Shouldn't they know by now she was a bitch? She'd thought they'd just gotten used to it. Her complete breakdown in the hallway afterward had been embarrassing, and she'd been choosing to pretend it hadn't happened, but she had been happy Brittany had been there for her.
Then, with Artie serenading Brittany on Thursday during Glee, she'd nearly lost it. She'd confronted him and gotten angry, and he'd gotten right back in her face, something she hadn't expected in the least. She still hadn't quite reacted to everything that had happened properly, but he had seemed to get the message: no matter how shit had gone down, Brittany was hers now and she wasn't going to be an idiot again.
Finally, it was actually Valentine's Day, and Santana had spent the morning before school even started putting little gifts at Brittany's desk in all her classes; it was mostly just little boxes of candy or chocolate. Though she had left a box of colored pencils and a little notepad in one class; a feathered unicorn pen in another; and a stuffed rainbow armadillo in her last class of the day.
Now, they had the house to themselves, since Santana's parents had gone out with a group of friends for a Valentine's dinner. Santana was cooking and Brittany was in the living room watching TV. The blonde had offered to help, but Santana had opted to do this herself. Mostly, because she wanted it to be a romantic gesture, but also because Brittany and kitchens didn't tend to work well together.
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