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Your Bonnie, To My Clyde   Leave a comment

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Your Bonnie, To My Clyde

  • Ship: Brittana
  • Type: Drabble
  • Genre: Humor/Romance
  • Author’s Note: It’s not very good, AT ALL, but oh well. I tried by best. I hope you all like it anyways.
  • Summary: Brittany and Santana travel over to Dalton to confront Sebastian post-Blaine-and-the-slushie. Focuses soley on Brittana. In a car.


Brittany pulled up into the school’s parking lot and cut the car’s engine. Without extracting the keys from the ignition, she nervously fiddled with the many key chains around the key ring to give her right hand something to do, while her left hand gripped the stirring wheel. “Are you sure this is going to work?”

Santana flashed her girlfriend a smirk from the seat beside her, “Of course it’ll work. This plan is genius.”

“It also could go very, very wrong. He’s proven that he’s not afraid to get his hands dirty.”

“And neither am I.” The confidence she alluded was astounding. Placing her hand under her right breast to try and get better situated, Santana sighed at the feel of the oddity, “Can you see it? Is it noticeable?” she asked, brushing her curled raven locks over her shoulder and adjusting in her seat to face Brittany.

The blonde’s azure blue eyes roamed her girlfriend’s perfectly sculpted figure, taking in the outfit that Santana chose for this particular showdown, and she couldn’t help but crack a small smile at the other girl’s adorableness. As much as Santana complained about Rachel and Kurt’s use of over-the-top theatrical dramatics, she could be just as silly, and ridiculous. Donned in a black mini skirt, a black blazer and a stylish red-feathered black fedora, Santana definitely was going for the theatricality and drama. Brittany also couldn’t help but think that Santana looked absolutely delicious and sneaky in her get-up.

“No,” she bit her lip to keep from chuckling, “you’re good. I don’t notice it at all.”

“Good,” the Latina said, smoothing down her blazer as she smiled up at the blonde, “I’ll be out in no time.” Seeing Brittany shoot a hesitant look towards the large building they were parked in front of, Santana reached over and cupped her girlfriend’s face, “Don’t worry,” she reassured her, placing a kiss to the other girl’s pink moist lips, “I got this. We’re two motherfucking geniuses, babe, and like I said, this plan is flawless. Sebastian, the twinky-faced meerkat doesn’t stand a chance. I’ll be in and out before he has even the slightest clue that he’s been beat.”

Brittany nodded, know that their plan was pretty good. She kissed Santana again on the lips, and pulled away, “Okay…Go get your sweet revenge, honey. For the team.”

“For the team.” Her smirk turned vicious at the thought of this revenge as she opened the car door and climbed out, her black heeled ankle boots making a distinct clunking sound as they connected to the pavement beneath them. She stood and turned back to Brittany, her dark curls whirling around her as she moved, though her fedora stayed in perfect place atop her head, “Start the car back up and keep it running. When I’m finished dealing with Sebastian and want to get as far away from this God awful place ASAP.”

“Ooh, we can be like Bonnie and Clyde!” Brittany grinned, “I’ll be your Clyde and you, my Bonnie? A quick get-away,” she said as she turned the keys in the ignition, starting the car back up, and for good measure she revved the engine as she wagged her eyebrows at her girlfriend, who laughed and leered at the blonde in the driver’s seat.

“That’s totally hot…You make me wanna rob a bank, darling,” she flirted, only half joking.

Britt giggled in return, before shooing Santana away from the car. “Go, get your evidence, babe. I’ll be waiting right here.”

With a lasting lingering look to Brittany, Santana blew the blonde a kiss before shutting the passenger car door and with her head held high and no lack of confidence or thirst for revenge she sorely wished to deal to the smug asshole who dare threaten a member of her glee family, she made her way up to the school, her heels clunking against the ground harshly with each step she took. Sebastian Smythe had no idea that he was minutes away from incriminating himself by gifting Santana the solid proof she needed.


Exactly eight minutes later, Brittany spotted her girlfriend exiting the school doors. Her eyes widened at the sight of the no-mistaken red dye of a slushy that stained Santana’s lower face and chest area. When Santana slid into the car, Brittany glared at the offending stain. “What the hell happened in there? San, are you hurt?” she asked, knowing that a slushy from Sebastian could be a dangerous weapon.

But Santana didn’t seem fazed that she was covered in sticky, red slush. In fact she had a very pleased look on her face. “I’m perfectly fine, Britt-Britt. Let’s go.”

Brittany pulled out of the school’s parking lot and took off down the road, but she risked a quick, curious look at her smirking girlfriend, “You get what we needed?” she asked, rather unnecessarily.

“Oh, I got it,” Santana cackled, as she lifted up the soiled blazer and shirt she wore underneath and carefully untaped the recorder she had Brittany help place underneath her right boob earlier that afternoon. Peeling the tape off, she wadded it up and placed it in the ashtray, before lifting up the small silver recorder that they had Artie pick for them at Office Max. It was slightly sticky from the cheery flavored corn syrup that had no doubt found it’s way in between Santana’s delectable cleavage, but she handled it without a care, running her fingers over the buttons. “He was too easy,” she told her with a slight pout of her lips, “He was so easy that it kinda took the fun out of this brilliant scheme, to be honest, but,” she continued as Brittany reached over to squeeze her thigh in comfort, her smile returning full force as she clutched the device in her hand, tapping it with one of her red-painted nails in satisfaction, “he did confess!”

“That’s awesome! Now we can tell the others and get Sebastian properly punished for hurting Blaine.”

“Ur, how ‘bout we wait to gather the troops until tomorrow, Britt-Britt?” Santana grimaced in discomfort as she glanced down at her crimson stained chest, “I needs me a shower, for one.”

Brittany nodded her head, “Right, duh, of course…And for second?” she asked, shooting the Latina a raised eyebrow in question as she tried to keep her eyes on the road.

Santana resituated herself in her seat so that she was facing Brittany, as she had yet to put her seatbelt on, and leant over the middle console so that she was pressed completely to Brittany’s side. Brittany felt the girl’s warm breath on her ear, causing delightful tingles to shoot down her spine and she came a small shutter. Santana then lightly pressed her lips to the blonde’s ear, and whispered – her voice low and seductively husky as she spoke.

“Hey Clyde?”

Again, Brittany felt a chill run through her body. God, she loved Santana’s voice. Swallowing thickly, she chuckled breathlessly, “Y-es, Bonnie?”

“Don’t we have a bank to rob?”

“Y-yeah?” she stuttered, letting out a giggle, before sucking in a sudden breath as the brunette beside her placed one of her hands onto Brittany’s smooth, bare thigh and squeezed.

“Hmm,” Santana hummed, and the vibration of it against her ear nearly had Brittany’s eyes rolling into the back of her skull, “We are definitely the smoothest fucking criminals up in this joint, baby,” she caressed Brittany’s inner thigh with a feather-light touch of her fingers, as she placed a small, barely there kiss the blonde’s earlobe. “Let’s go be bad.”

Well, fuck. Brittany gripped the stirring wheel tightly, and glared at the highway surrounded them. Oh, she definitely wanted to be bad right now. She wanted to do very bad things. To Santana.

Very bad, bad, bad things.


Posted May 27, 2013 by esprit du coeur in Glee

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Stand Up   Leave a comment

  • SHIP: Brittana
  • FANDOM: Glee
  • SONG USED: Stand Up by Jessie J
  • TIMELINE: AU Senior Year, sometime.
  • STATUS: Complete. One-Shot.
  • SUMMARY: Santana and Brittany show up for Glee a few minutes early and decide to jam out with the band, where they are soon joined by the rest of the club.

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Santana pushed her lunch tray away from her, and turned to Brittany, who was just finishing up her own lunch. “Hey, you wanna get out of here?”

The blonde swallowed her mouthful of carrot and nodded, “Where do you wanna go?” she asked, as the two of them stood up. They dumped their trays and hooked arms, exiting the cafeteria.

“I don’t know. The choir room? We only have ten minutes before Glee starts anyways.” Santana grasped the taller girl’s arm tighter as they headed down the empty hallway towards the choir room, chatting quietly about Cheerios practice after school. “I swear, if Coach Sue has us doing suicides again, I will seriously rethink our decision about rejoining the Cheerios. Yesterday’s exercises nearly had me loosing my lunch, and did you see the other girls?”

“Yeah,” Brittany chuckled as they entered the choir room, where the band and Brad were already present, setting up their instruments and getting ready for the afternoon Glee gathering, “Hannah and Penny looked like they were ready to pass out. I’m surprised Melissa didn’t – did you notice how much weight that girl’s put on since summer?”

Santana nodded as the two took their seats on the top riser, “I wouldn’t be surprised if Sue cuts her from the squad. As co-captain, I think it would be best for all of us if she did. If the girl’s not off the squad by homecoming and it looks like she’s not putting in the effort to loose her summer bloating, I’m taking it to Sue.” She turned sideways, and casually kicked her legs up onto Brittany’s lap, who smiled at the Latina and wrapped her arms around them to keep them secured.

“That’s mean, San. Melissa’s actually pretty nice.”

“So? It’s not my fault she’s turned into a glutton over the summer. She’ll just bring the squad down, and I really want to win Nationals this year.” She looked up at the clock, and sighed in annoyance, “Where the hell is everyone? Four minutes until class and not even Berry’s hear yet? Maybe we should have gone to the courtyard instead.”

DJ, the band’s lead guitarist, grinned over at the girls, “Hey.”

The two girls looked over at him, Santana glaring slightly for being interrupted, “What, Toto?” Brittany nudged her and gave her a chastised look, to which the brunette tried to ignore.

The tall, lanky blonde simply nodded his head and fingered the strings of his guitar that he had strapped over his shoulder, “You two wanna jam a bit?” he asked, throwing the other members of the band a hopeful grin. The drummer, Jon, nodded in agreement and grabbed up his sticks, and Brad, who was sifting through his piano music sheets turned the girls, waiting for their reply.

Brittany removed her hands from Santana’s bare legs and clapped excitedly, “Ooh, that sounds like fun!” she looked imploringly at Santana, who’s eyebrows lifted at her girlfriend’s enthusiasm. “Come on, San!” The blonde gently pushed the other girl’s legs off of her lap and stood up, only to grab a hold of Santana’s hand, pulling her to her feet. “Yes, lets jam.”

“Britt – “

“Hush. We have a few minutes before class starts, and I want to get my dance on.”

Santana let out a surprised laugh at her girlfriend, and relented, letting the taller girl lead her off the risers and towards the band, “Fine, fine. Let’s do this.” She gestured towards the band, as Brad took his place behind the black piano. “Got anything good?”

“We got it covered,” DJ signaled to the rest of the band, who nodded, seemingly reading the boy’s mind, and suddenly the choir room was filled with the opening notes to Jessie J’s Stand Up.

Santana threw a smile at Brittany and quickly jumped into into the song, taking lead vocals. She swayed quickly to the rhythm, as Brittany took the floor, dancing.


If you surround yourself with negative people
You’ll never feel settled in or become equal, no
They’ll suppress you of your spirit and rinse you dry of smiles
So reach deep and release your inner child. (
Yeah, Yeah!)

So Stand Up! For the Love, Love, Love
So Stand Up! For the Love, Love, Love
So Stand Up! Yeah

Brittany took Santana’s hands and swung her around, the two girls smiling at each other as they sung the chorus.

‘Cause you’re as old as you feel you are
And if you don’t reach for the moon you can’t fall on the stars
So I live my life like every day is the last, last, last
‘Cause you’re as old as you feel you are
And if you don’t reach for the moon you can’t fall on the stars
So I live my life like every day is the last, last, last

Santana glanced over at the entrance of the choir room and saw that the rest of the club was standing there, watching the two girls jam out. Brittany noticed too, and with a wide grin she hurried over and grabbed the two closest to her, Mercedes and Blaine and dragged them into the room, singing along with Santana as she went. They laughed and tossed their bags onto the risers before joining the two girls. The others quickly followed suit – dropped off their bags and moved to the dance floor.


If you let a frown become your normality, yes
You don’t set an example for the youth of our humanity
If you spend every day wishing for the next to come
Aged and lifeless is what (Yes!) you’ll become. (Yeah, Yeah!)

So Stand Up! For the Love, Love, Love
So Stand Up! For the Love, Love, Love
So Stand Up! Yeah

‘Cause you’re as old as you feel you are
And if you don’t reach for the moon you can’t fall on the stars
So I live my life like every day is the last, last, last
‘Cause you’re as old as you feel you are
And if you don’t reach for the moon you can’t fall on the stars
So I live my life like every day is the last, last, last


I live my life like every day is the last

Being in the element, Santana was always much more social when she performed, but it still took both herself and Rachel when she slung her arm around the short girls shoulder and belted out the lyrics. She threw Rachel a small smile as she sung, though the words were directed to every one of her friends. Quinn flashed the Latina a grin and grasped Santana’s hand for a brief moment before Tina and Brittany surprised her with a spin around the room.

So in all the bad and the good will soon come
Don’t think second best
Be number one
Spread some love
Don’t give to receive
Strive to be happy
And live to believe
So in all the bad and the good will soon come
Don’t think second best
Be number one
Spread some love
Don’t give to receive
Strive to be happy
And live to believe.


Yeah Yeah Yeah!
So Stand Up! For the Love, Love, Love
So Stand Up! For the Love, Love, Love
So Stand Up! For the Love, Love, Love
So Stand Up! For the Love, Love, Love
So let me see you. Yeah Yeah!


‘Cause you’re as old as you feel you are
And if you don’t reach for the moon you can’t fall on the stars
So I live my life like every day is the last, last, last
‘Cause you’re as old as you feel you are
And if you don’t reach for the moon you can’t fall on the stars
So I live my life like every day is the last, last, last


So Stand Up! For the lololololololololololove Yeah
So Stand Up! For the lololololololololololove Yeah

So Stand Up!

As the music came to a close, the entire Glee club was standing in a circle, arms wrapped around each other with large grins on their faces, out of breath from dancing and singing. The sound of clapping filled the room and all of their heads whipped around towards the entrance, where Mr. Schue stood, grinning like the vest-loving fool that he was.

“Wow…You guys, that was amazing!” he expressed. “What brought that on? And Santana,” Mr. Schue gave the dark haired girl a very impressed look, “those vocals, I don’t think I’ve heard you sound better. Very impressive!”

“Thanks, Mr. Schue,” Santana said, clearly pleased with herself.

“That was pretty good,” Rachel commented to her left, “Not even your Amy Winehouse covers had sounded so raw.”

“You flatter me, Berry,” she said with a smirk, before shrugging, brushing off the compliment. Truthfully, it did make her feel appreciated – it wasn’t everyday that she got actual, sincere compliments from people (not that she really deserved them, most of the time), and especially getting them for her voice, the one thing about herself she was very sure and proud of, it did feel good. “Though I happen to think my Amy Winehouse kicks balls.”

“It does,” Brittany told her, clasping her hands with her girlfriend. “I love your Amy.”

Santana smiled at her, and squeezed her hand.

“But, what did bring that on?” Mr. Schue asked again, moving away from the doorway and towards the group, generally curious.

The group shrugged their shoulders, just as clueless as he was. “We we just waiting for you guys, and got bored,” Brittany chuckled, “You know, we should do jam sessions more often. They’re totally fun.”

As everyone took their seats on the risers, to start the class, Santana and Brittany returned to their original seats at the back. Mr. Schue went up to the white board and wrote out ‘REGIONALS’, and immediately, Rachel hijacked the discussion, throwing out song suggestions for their set-list, which the others and Mr. Schue simultaneously vetoed, mostly because they were solos. Santana just rolled her eyes and rested her head on Brittany’s shoulder, their hands still clasped.

“That was pretty fun,” Santana admitted quietly to the blonde.

“Yeah, and Mr. Schue and Rachel were right, you know…You did sound fantastic,” Brittany whispered in her ear. Santana cracked a smile, as she felt her girlfriend’s lips brush her cheek, “That song would have been a good Regionals number. If Mr. Schue wasn’t so stuck up Rachel and Finn’s butts, he’d see that.”

She snickered quietly, “Well, he’d be foolish not to feature your killer dance moves, babe. You and Mike were amazing last year at Sectionals.”

They smiled at each other and Brittany kissed her quickly, “Well, if Mr. Schue can’t see passed Rachel’s big nose and Finn’s ridiculously large two left feet to see just how insanely talented the two of us are, then that’s fine. I don’t mind being your personal ballerina, and you being my personal music box. We’ll entertain each other, because I know I’m not wasting my talents on you and you’re not wasting your talents on me. We…we appreciate each other.”

Santana leaned in for another kiss, their lips brushing against one another sweetly, “You’re a genius.”

Brittany just smiled secretly, as if to say, ‘Duh…But I’m your genius.’