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TAGGING → Brittany Pierce, Santana Lopez LOCATION → Santana’s apartment. TIME FRAME → Sometime in the recent past. I’m bad at remembering dates. GENERAL NOTES → Santana and Brittany do… Santana and Brittany things.

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TAGGING → Brittany Pierce, Santana Lopez LOCATION → Santana’s apartment. TIME FRAME → Sometime in the recent past. I’m bad at remembering dates. GENERAL NOTES → Santana and Brittany do… Santana and Brittany things.

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TAGGING → Brittany Pierce, Santana Lopez LOCATION → Santana’s apartment. TIME FRAME → Sometime in the recent past. I’m bad at remembering dates. GENERAL NOTES → Santana and Brittany do… Santana and Brittany things.

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TAGGING → Brittany Pierce, Santana Lopez

LOCATION → Santana’s apartment.

TIME FRAME → Sometime in the recent past. I’m bad at remembering dates.

GENERAL NOTES → Santana and Brittany do… Santana and Brittany things.

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“A bunch of times,” Brittany confirmed with a smile of her own.  “The only thing that’s wrong with me is wear in my joints - dancing and cheering.  Or - well, that’s the only thing wrong with my body, at least.  My brain’s probably another story.”  It was spoken with humor - Santana had always been the one to tell her that she was smart, even when other people disagreed.  “It’s probably better not to know.”

“I would.  I’m not serious about a lot of things, but I’d never be anything else when it comes to that,” she promised softly.  Relationships came and went, forgotten in time, but what she’d shared with Santana had been a part of her ever since - and Brittany had always believed that it would come around again.  “We’ve come a long way since we were curled up in my bed watching Sweet Valley.  We’ve grown up, and learned a lot.  And I’d very much like to get to know the older, wiser Santana Lopez.  Especially since she managed to get even hotter.”  Brittany’s teasing wink was an attempt to lighten the mood just a little.

Santana’s eyes narrowed. Playful tone or not, she never liked when Brittany got down on herself, or when other people took it upon themselves to be judgmental. They didn’t know her and Santana did. “No,” she started, brow softening significantly. “I’d like to know what’s going on in there. I’d be able to pick up a couple of tips.”

“Not even a little bit,” Brittany shook her head.  “Every time i think about that, all I remember is adding sand to that gross mix because at least then it felt like I was having something solid.  Honestly, it’s hard to believe she got away with what she did to the girls on her squads.”  It was amazing they hadn’t had more serious health problems, and in the end she knew that it was more luck than anything else.

She stopped what she was doing, wanting to give Santana her full attention - this was a conversation she’d had in her head many times over the years without ever knowing the ending of, and now it was happening in real life.  “Maybe,” she agreed slowly.  She didn’t know how to have a subtle conversation, she never had - so she plowed forward where Santana had danced around.

“All I know for sure, San, is that when I try and picture my future you’ve always been in it.  If we needed some time to learn about ourselves, to get where we wanted to be, then I’m glad that we had it - but now I think I’d like to learn about us again.  To see how we fit together, and what we can be.  If you’d like that too.”

“You have seen a doctor since then, right?” There was a hint of a smile toying at the edge of her lips. She had been mostly kidding. Mostly being the key word there.  “I don’t even want to think about how messed up my insides might be right about now.” She’d need to be slightly intoxicated for a conversation like that to even happen.

“You... you would?” Brittany’s response had caught her off guard and it showed. She might have been able to hide it from someone else but there were always parts of her that Brittany had been able to see when others hadn’t.

“Perfect - that’s a balanced meal right there.”

Brittany supplied her usual order, keeping herself occupied putting dishes in the sink as Santana finished up on the phone.  She suspected the pot might be a total loss, but they could deal with that after dinner - until then, it could sit there and soak in vain.

She chuckled quietly, nodding.  “And it wasn’t even good fast food.  Other towns had McDonald’s, we had Uncle Sandro’s chicken in a waffle.  And even when we were on one of Sue’s crazy liquid diets and I was starving for actual food, I still wouldn’t have eaten that.”  The whole concept had sounded gross back then and still sounded gross years later.

Santana’s comment took her a little aback, but she couldn’t say that as they’d worked side-by-side in the kitchen that it hadn’t occurred to her as well.  New York had been good for her, and she’d grown a lot as a person, but there had always been part of her that missed what they had.  “We did,” she smiled at Santana.  “Part of me thought we always would.”  She hoped that wasn’t an overstep, but it was the truth.

Smiling as she did her part in wiping down the counters and tossing left behind wrappers into the trash, Santana nodded slowly despite the very obvious screwing up of her eyebrows. “Yeah, I kind of have a feeling that none of that was healthy.” Then again most of what they had done while they were on the Cheerios hadn’t been healthy. The practices combined with the diets surely had had some lasting effects on their bodies.

There was a slight pause as her smile faded slightly. They weren’t what they had been before but was that not for the best? They’d grown significantly and while they hadn’t grown together, maybe it’d been for the best. Maybe it’d pave the way for things to be better now.

Somewhere deep down, Brittany had known from the moment she’d met Santana - no matter if they were friends, girlfriends, or only exchanged Christmas cards once a year, there would always be a place for them in each other’s lives.  They had clicked too easily to ever be out of each other’s orbits.  However, their sympatico didn’t extend to cooking, apparently.

“It was an attempt,” she agreed, biting her lip.  She picked up the recipe book and set it down beside the pot, trying to figure out how something that had looked so delicious on paper ended up looking…well, much less so.  “Maybe we’ll have to stick to mac and cheese, or soup.  I could do soup, maybe.”  Her curious expression turned to laughter as Santana picked up her sauce-covered phone.

“Ooh, Thai,” she answered quickly.  “One of the best things about New York is the Thai food.  I remember when our only choice for takeout was Breadstix.”

“You do the soup, I do the mac ‘n cheese.”

“Thai it is.” And she moved to dial, phone in the crook of her neck and shoulder. Her hand quickly moved over the receiver and she asked Brittany for what she wanted before returning and then finishing the call.

A large smile broke out on her face at the mention of Breadstix before her brow furrowed up slightly. It’d been a much simpler time, one that she wouldn’t have traded for the world, but thinking about their bread sticks wasn’t helping with the rumbling of her stomach.