Lost Melody - Brittana

Chapter 12

Brittany strolled down the sunlit sidewalk, the rhythmic beat of her favorite song filling her ears. With each step, she quietly sang along to the lyrics, her voice barely above a whisper. "It took too long, it took too long, it took too long for you to call back," she murmured, lost in the melody.

Arriving at the quaint cafe, Brittany tugged on the wires of her headphones, letting them slip out of her ears as she pushed open the door. Her gaze fell upon Santana, who sat at a booth, absently toying with her salad. With a hesitant smile, Brittany made her way over and slid into the seat opposite Santana.

Santana glanced up, her lips quirking into a smile as she met Brittany's gaze. Awkwardness hung in the air for a moment before Santana opened her mouth to speak. However, Brittany beat her to it.

"So, what did you want to say?" Brittany blurted out, cutting off Santana's words. Santana blinked, taken aback for a moment before composing herself.

"I'm sorry," Santana began, her voice tinged with a hint of frustration. "Obviously you know, I've said it a lot already."

Brittany chewed on the inside of her cheek. Santana continued, explaining her actions.

"I told people we were going on a date because I was excited," Santana admitted, her tone apologetic. "I thought you were like out and proud or something."

Brittany shook her head slowly. "I never told you I was gay, though," she countered, her voice soft but firm.

Santana shrugged, a small smile playing at her lips. "It was obvious," she insisted. "And I heard about what you said about you not being gay and I thought you said when you were sixteen, but I didn't think much of it. So you can't blame me for telling anyone who asked."

Brittany tilted her head, studying Santana for a moment before offering a small nod. "I don't blame you," she conceded, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders.

Santana's confusion was evident, but before she could voice it, Brittany spoke up again. "I told my best friend as soon as I was able to get to his place," she revealed, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Which was basically nine minutes after you asked me out."

Santana's smile widened, and Brittany felt her cheeks flush under her gaze.

"So, are we good now?" Santana asked tentatively after a moment of silence, her eyes searching Brittany's face for reassurance.

Brittany met her gaze and offered a small nod. "Yeah," she replied, a sense of relief washing over her.

As Brittany checked her phone she slowly stood up, Santana's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Where are you going?" Santana inquired, curiosity lacing her tone.

"Kurt's," Brittany answered casually. "He needs someone to do makeup on."

"Could I maybe come with?" she asked, her interest piqued.

Brittany grinned mischievously. "If you want to look like a drag queen, you can come too," she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Santana chuckled, a genuine laugh escaping her lips. "I just might take you up on that," she replied, standing up and following Brittany out of the cafe.

Brittany lounged on the plush couch in Kurt's studio, her eyes fixed on the transformation happening before her. Kurt, with his meticulous precision, delicately applied makeup to Santana's face, enhancing her features with each stroke of the brush.

"You could win RuPaul's Drag Race with that look," Brittany exclaimed, unable to contain her excitement as she watched Santana's metamorphosis.

Kurt rolled his eyes, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Oh, please," he scoffed, though the corners of his eyes crinkled with amusement.

Santana shot Brittany a smug grin. "And you look like Marge Simpson," she quipped, her tone laced with teasing.

Brittany's jaw dropped in mock offense, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Hey, now," she protested, shooting Kurt a pointed look. "Don't laugh, you're meant to be on my side!"

Santana's smirk only widened. "He just likes me more," she remarked, her tone teasing.

Brittany pouted, crossing her arms in a huff. "He loves me!" she retorted, sticking out her bottom lip in defiance.

Santana shrugged casually. "If he loves you, then you wouldn't be looking like Marge," she teased, earning a gasp of mock outrage from Brittany.

Brittany's eyes narrowed playfully. "Well, if he likes you, then why is he making you look like a sluttier Homer?" she shot back, her tone daring.

Santana gasped dramatically, turning to Kurt with wide eyes. Kurt simply smirked in response. "I wanted you two to have couples makeup," he explained, reaching into a nearby drawer.

Brittany and Santana exchanged incredulous looks before slowly turning back to Kurt, who was now holding something in his hand. Santana's eyes widened as she realized what it was.

"No way am I wearing that," she declared, standing up abruptly.

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "But you need to complete the look," he insisted, holding up the silicone pregnant belly.

Santana shook her head adamantly. "Not happening," she stated firmly.

Brittany eyed Kurt warily. "And what about me?" she asked cautiously.

Kurt grinned mischievously. "I got you Marge's clothes," he revealed, pulling out a bundle of blue and green fabric from the drawer.

Brittany recoiled in horror. "Nope," she said firmly, shaking her head.

Kurt persisted, holding up a bottle of bright orange hair coloring. "I even got hair coloring for you," he added persuasively.

But Brittany remained resolute. "Not a chance," she declared, crossing her arms defiantly.

Brittany found herself pinned to Kurt's bed, her limbs flailing as Santana held her down with playful force. "Get off me!" she exclaimed, laughter bubbling up amidst her protests.

Kurt stood nearby, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he wielded a can of blue hair spray. With a devilish grin, he aimed the nozzle at Brittany's hair, spraying it with a liberal dose of color. Brittany kicked her legs in protest, but Santana's grip remained firm as she chuckled along with Kurt.

As the last of the blue spray coated Brittany's hair, Kurt gave Santana a nod. With a laugh, Santana released Brittany, who quickly sat up, her hands flying to her newly dyed locks. She shot Santana a playful glare, but Santana simply covered her mouth to stifle her laughter.

Kurt couldn't contain his amusement either, laughing loudly as he watched Brittany stand up, her hair sticking up in all directions and dyed a vibrant shade of blue. Brittany shot Kurt a narrowed-eyed look, her lips forming a pout.

"I hate you," she declared, though the twinkle in her eyes betrayed her true feelings.

Kurt grinned back at her, unfazed by her faux-anger. "That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me," he quipped, pretending to wipe away imaginary tears.

Brittany rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she shook her head in mock exasperation. "You're impossible," she muttered, though there was affection in her tone.

Meanwhile, Santana was already moving on to the next task at hand. "Are you ready to put on the costume now?" she asked, holding out a green dress and plastic red pearls.

Brittany snatched the costume from Santana's hand, her excitement evident as she bounded off to Kurt's bathroom. After ten minutes of primping and preening, Brittany emerged from the bathroom, now dressed in her Marge Simpson attire.

She glanced over to see Santana pulling on a white polo shirt over a silicone stomach, and she couldn't help but narrow her eyes at Kurt. "I hate you so much more then before," she repeated, though there was a hint of amusement in her voice this time.

Kurt grinned back at her, unrepentant. "And I love you too," he replied cheekily, earning an eye roll from Brittany.