dont stop make it pop

Santana held tightly onto Brittany’s hand as they pushed through the crowds of people, who were far less calm than the two of them were. Not that Santana felt particularly at ease, but she was trying to be brave for Brittany, and she felt somewhat relieved when they reached the wall, as if it would protect them somehow. Disregarding any care for her brand new prom dress, Santana slid down onto the floor beside the other girl, sitting as closely as possible to her and keeping tightly hold of her hand. “Okay, good idea. Someone’s gonna let us out soon,” she soothed, resting her head on top of Brittany’s as the girl rested against her, her skin tingling slightly under the kiss that was pressed to it. “You know this isn’t a Cheerios prank, right?” she asked through the darkness, lifting her arm to wrap around Brittany and pull her in once she’d moved from where her head had been leaning against her.

There was almost no space between her and Santana, because as Santana pulled her closer, Brittany did the same. Holding on to her felt like the best way to get through this. Together. “I know,” she said quietly. “But who else? I know Quinn wouldn’t do this. I just know... What if it’s real bad guy, like in all the movies and stuff?”

“Yeah, I know,” Santana agreed, her palm soothingly rubbing against Brittany’s back. This one was definitely putting Quinn’s pigs blood plan to shame, but Santana figured she didn’t even need to think about that anymore, plus all of her concentration was on making sure Brittany was okay. The fact that the blonde was crying was basically fuel to Santana’s need to protect her, and as she held onto her, she pressed a gentle kiss to the side of her head. “I don’t know if there’s much point, it’s not like anybody can see us. But, yeah, okay, maybe we should at least move from here,” she nodded, pressing another soft kiss to Brittany’s head, before pulling back, her hands never leaving contact with her as they trailed from her back, down her arms, and instantly her fingers laced with Brittany’s. “Come on,” she urged, tugging her gently through the crowd of terrified teens.

Brittany allowed Santana to tend to her, letting herself fall into her affection that brought her anxieties back down. She wanted to kiss her back and offer her just as much comfort, but her mind was elsewhere. She kept their hands locked and Brittany navigated the chaos towards one of the cement walls. She slid down it and tucked her knees under her chin, reaching for Santana once more. “Let’s just stay here until someone lets us out,” Brittany whispered, her lips close to Santana ear. She let her forehead rest against Santana’s cheek for a soft moment, a gently kiss pressed to her warm skin before she hunched in on herself again. 

Not that it mattered, considering nobody could see anybody or anything around them, but any and all care Santana had about people seeing her too close to Brittany had gone out the window the moment their hands had touched. She pulled the girl in, letting go of her hand and immediately wrapping her arms around her. “It’s okay,” she soothed, holding her closely, protectively, “I don’t know what’s going on, but it’s okay. I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

Brittany nodded along to what Santana was saying, taking calming breaths. “These pranks are getting worse and worse,” she said quietly, resting her head on Santana’s shoulder. It made her feel so much better to be held by her, and Brittany’s hands absentmindedly smoothed down Santana’s long curls. “Do you think we should hide?”

Amidst all of the screaming, Santana heard her name being called, and Brittany’s voice, however panicked, was unmistakable. “Brittany, I’m here,” she said, focusing on nothing other than making sure her best friend was okay.

She didn’t want to cry. This wasn’t a big deal, everyone was just overreacting. But then Brittany heard someone shout about the exits behind locked and her heart sank. She was brave, but the situation was completely overwhelming her. Everything was moving too fast. 

Winning prom queen had meant a lot to Santana. It may have just been a stupid crown and irrelevant title to some, but to her, it was confirmation of what she already knew: she was the most awesome bitch around this place, and she was totally, officially in charge. So, forfeiting wasn’t what she wanted, and watching Quinn Fabray begin to walk up to the stage to claim the title that should’ve been Santana’s, the latina was anything but impressed. “Yeah, I know it does,” she said, looking away from the stage. “I’m just gonna go, this prom’s boring anyway,” she said with a blank expression, turning to walk towards the doors and get the hell out of there. She wasn’t gonna stick around to watch Quinn be crowned queen, even if it was by default.

Brittany sighed. She knew Santana wouldn’t be happy to bow out of the competition, but if she could just see what Brittany had planned in her head, she knew Santana would understand better. Scratch that, she thought. Santana would probably never understand, and Brittany watched her date walk away.

By now, there were people looking at she and Brittany, but the music — which had been turned down a little for the whole king and queen thing — was hopefully a little too loud for anybody to hear their conversation, and the buzz of people questioning what was going on would help in drowning it out, too. Still, Santana kept meeting people’s gazes with an annoyed scowl, then focusing on Brittany again. “I am better than everyone else,” she paused, “Most people, at least. I’m not pretending anything, Brittany.” That was a lie, and both she and Brittany knew it. She looked at the crowd of people, knowing they, as well as the crown, meant nothing compared to what Brittany meant to her, and this was clearly important to the blonde. Sighing, she ran a hand through her hair, focusing on Brittany again, “Alright, fine. I forfeit.”

“You are, but not in the way everyone thinks,” Brittany said and she meant it. She remembered how things used to be, the happier days. She couldn’t help but want that back. “Really?” she asked, a wave of emotions rolling through her. She wanted to squeeze Santana but she stood still. “Thank you, Santana. This really means a lot to me.”

None of this was making any sense. Why would Brittany not want her to claim her crown? Because of the stupid Carrie crap that was supposedly going down? Santana was way too smart for any of that, she’d sidestep whatever the Skanks had set up for her and she’d see to it that they came off way worse than she would’ve had she fallen for this crap. “Different?” she questioned, though she quickly caught on to what she meant. “What? No. No, I’m not different, Britt. Neither are you. We can be ourselves even if I’m queen. We probably even have a better shot at it that way.”

“No we don’t. Can’t you see? If you keep trying to be this person who is better than everyone else and stronger and meaner, no one will ever let you be anything but that. You’ll always have to pretend. Aren’t you tired of it? Don’t you remember what it was like in glee club? It can be like that again.”

Was Brittany really doing this right now? That crown was rightfully Santana’s. She’d earned it, if not for generally being flawless, then for all of the work she and Blaine had put into their anti-bullying campaign. If it was anyone but Brittany saying all of this to her, she would’ve just laughed at them and gone to collect her crown, but because it was Brittany, she couldn’t. Letting out a soft sigh, she turned to the other girl, “Britt, it’s not even about that. People need to know their place, you know? I won, people voted for me to win, I should go up there.” However, she didn’t move, she forced herself to stay where she was, beside Brittany.

“No, you shouldn’t,” Brittany said, shaking her head. It was hard to articulate how she felt, but she just knew if Santana could step away from the pressure of being perfect and in charge, she would be happier. “Santana, you’re different,” she said quietly, “And I’m different, too. If you go up there, you’re just going to make it harder for the both of us to be ourselves.”

When both Santana and Blaine’s names were called for prom king and queen, Santana wasn’t the least bit surprised. She barely even reacted, save for the smirk that tugged at the corners of her lips. She was the hottest bitch at this school, and whether for the right reasons or not, she was totally the most popular, so it was bound to happen. Holding out her almost empty cup to one of the peasants around her to hold while she went to claim her crown, Brittany’s hand on her wrist stopped her, and she looked at her, confused. “What?”

Brittany smiled a little sadly, hoping that she could get through to Santana. “Being prom queen. It doesn’t mean anything. If you don’t go up there you’ll be telling everyone that these titles--Cheerio, skank, losers, and all those other mean names don’t mean anything.”

Santana was still trying to settle into this whole thing without being completely paranoid about people staring at them, but she wasn’t trying to let Brittany see that, even if the other girl could read her like an open book. Nevertheless, she flashed her a bright smile, before walking off to the food table to grab them both a cup of punch each.

Brittany took the cup from her with a smile, bringing it up to her lips. Her face scrunched up a little, but then she shrugged. “It’s a lot better than the jungle juice Puck tried to make that one time.”

Santana and Brittany walked with their pinkies linked a lot of the time, and they never really acquired stares, but all eyes seemed to be on them as they walked into the gym, and the looks on their faces seemed to tell a story Santana didn’t want to be apart of, so she quickly dropped the blonde’s pinky, and instead folded her arms defensively across herself, pretending like she wasn’t in the spotlight.

Brittany noticed that Santana wouldn’t let her touch her for any extended amount of time, but if she was going to play that game, then it would be her loss because Brittany would just find someone else to dance with. She had mentally prepared herself to be let down, so it wouldn’t hurt as much. 

“That’s right,” Santana nodded, shrugging a shoulder. If there was anybody else in here dressed as a devil, which she was sure there would be, she knew already how much better than them she looked, so she could definitely claim that title. Hearing Brittany’s quiet words, Santana glanced behind them at Kurt and Blaine to make sure they hadn’t heard, then flashed a smile in Brittany’s direction as their pinkies hooked together. “I don’t even need to see anybody else to know you’re the prettiest one here,” she whispered, walking through the doors just ahead of the other girl, their pinkies still linked.

A pink blush bloomed across Britt’s cheeks as she walked next to Santana. It was clear to see some people shooting them confused, mean looks. Britt took a deep breath and squeezed Santana’s pinky with hers. But for every disgruntled person, there were more who didn’t care-meaning they were too wrapped up in their own thing to notice Brittany and Santana heading into the dark haunted prom together.

Msantpez:

Being on time was definitely not Santana’s style, not when it came to social events like this one. She liked to make an entrance, but she’d gotten ready early tonight, and had been rushing Blaine to make sure they arrived as early as possible, because Santana had asked Brittany to prom, and even if they weren’t going as official dates, she wanted to walk inside with her and start the evening off as it was supposed to go on. She’d managed to stall outside the doors long enough to catch sight of the blonde approaching the entrance, and she had to keep her lips from tugging up into an appreciative smile, to keep anybody from seeing her adoration painted on her face. “Hey, B, you look awesome,” she greeted, eyeing her dress, “What are you?” She blatantly ignored Kurt, of course.

Brittany bit her lip as she spotted Santana. Was she waiting for her? Her grip loosened on Kurt, naturally drawn to Santana. “Thanks. I’m a Vampiress,” she said with a smile, showing off the sharp, fake fangs, letting her cape billow out. “What about you?

Wait, what? Britt, don’t audition for those things…

It’s okay, they didn’t accept me once they found out I only had 2 vaginas.