“Don’t stop believin’”: On Brittana, Crossroads, and the Future of Our Family
As is so often the case in transition times, tonight we come to a crossroads. As a fandom, we face a choice: we can either stick with canon or diverge from it entirely.
In this Brittanalysis, I don’t intend to tell anyone what he or she ought to do with his or her feelings for our ship or recommend one course of action over another. Instead, I will examine the content of the episode, then discuss some key points we can take away from what we saw on our screens tonight.
Before I start, though, could I just… could I just give you all a hug?
Thank you, fandom.
Now let’s get started.
Feelings, feelings, feelings under the cut.
Title: Brighter Than the Sun
Word Count: 800
Disclaimer: None of the Glee characters belong to me; I’m just borrowing them for a bit.
AN: I’ve seen a few people on my dash mention the flashbacks and Brittana and how they would quite like…
Rating: Hard R
Author’s Note: Based loosely off of canon and this drabble I tortured Charlie with.
Word Count: ~4,000
Summary: That part of her that she tries desperately to ignore wants to look at Brittany, but she can’t. She won’t. This doesn’t mean anything, and she’ll be damned if the alcohol in her system tries to trick her into believing otherwise.
She kissed Brittany good-bye and waited three days, nerves jangling, for the ship to land; in the end, she had to take time off from the hospital because she couldn’t concentrate.
Then, when the sky was dark and the circle white and full: her beautiful girl, her genius, her woman on the moon.
She waited to hear Brittany’s voice as she watched the tv that night; she realized that she’d thought it would be in black and white; and after that, the night sky was home, as much as the earth ever was.
Title: Satin and Lace (Glitter and Gold)
Pairing(s): Santana Lopez/Brittany S. Pierce
Rating: M. NC-17. NSFW (lol that’s not even a rating) but this fic contains secks!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Glee or the characters of Glee or any likeness to the characters….
The water is violet, more violet than a field of flowers. Quiet and rhythmic and wild as the sound of wind in your lungs when I rest my ear on your back. The violet dark of your body.
We’re under a tree. The tree is made of green, weeping sweet on the water. Made of shadow, so green and gray…
Santana/Brittany, pg-13, 11k words, A piece of cheap silver on her wrist doesn’t change anything.
From the prompt: “Oh, look, Brittany takes her bracelet off after she starts dating Artie, but Santana doesn’t.” [insert my eternal tears here]