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Correction: Fleetwood Mac songs = the best thing to ever happen
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If Artie sings Silver Springs after Brittany leaves him for Santana, he will jump 10 places on my favorite Glee character list.
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Correction: Fleetwood Mac songs = the best thing to ever happen
to the Brittana fandommusically
If Artie sings Silver Springs after Brittany leaves him for Santana, he will jump 10 places on my favorite Glee character list.
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Correction: Fleetwood Mac songs = the best thing to ever happen
to the Brittana fandommusically
If Artie sings Silver Springs after Brittany leaves him for Santana, he will jump 10 places on my favorite Glee character list.
Brittany wanted to break up with Artie after Landslide but her good friend Mike asked her to stay with him so that Tina wouldn’t break up with him to go back to Artie and while they were writing Trouty Mouth Santana and Tina bonded over how much Artie sucked (Tina was lying, Santana was not) but then Tina found out and she and Santana go and the secret handshake club is broken up and then Artie and Tina get back together and Brittany and Santana get together and Mike and Sunshine get together and he protects her sheet music when she goes to crack houses. And also Rachel and Quinn make out.
Brittany wanted to break up with Artie after Landslide but her good friend Mike asked her to stay with him so that Tina wouldn’t break up with him to go back to Artie and while they were writing Trouty Mouth Santana and Tina bonded over how much Artie sucked (Tina was lying, Santana was not) but then Tina found out and she and Santana go and the secret handshake club is broken up and then Artie and Tina get back together and Brittany and Santana get together and Mike and Sunshine get together and he protects her sheet music when she goes to crack houses. And also Rachel and Quinn make out.
Title: Swing, Swing
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: G
Word Count: ~560
Spoilers: None.
Summary: She wasn’t expecting that.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t sue. Or whatever.
Notes: So, this came out of nowhere and it’s the first thing I’ve written (and finished) for this fandom. Thanks again to Lauren for reading this and telling me to post it, because otherwise it probably wouldn’t have seen the light of day.
Title: Swing, Swing
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: G
Word Count: ~560
Spoilers: None.
Summary: She wasn’t expecting that.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t sue. Or whatever.
Notes: So, this came out of nowhere and it’s the first thing I’ve written (and finished) for this fandom. Thanks again to Lauren for reading this and telling me to post it, because otherwise it probably wouldn’t have seen the light of day.
I…really don’t…like how the writers seem to fixate on labels. My personal canon for the Queerios—if we must label, which Santana has been specifically written to avoid—is that Brittany is pansexual, Santana is bisexual (although maybe also pansexual, after Sexy), and Quinn…well, I still believe Quinn is a repressed lesbian, but whatever.
Anyway, thing is, I like labeling myself, because I feel I fit into that end of the spectrum. I have no interest in sexual or emotional relationships with men. Never have, can’t see ever doing so in the future. To me, from a definition standpoint, that’s what a lesbian is. Santana has never struck me that way. She dated Puck and had sex with plenty of other guys, and she never seemed to reference that with any kind of “I’m doing it for my image” vibe (until the Mad Gay Panic starting in Duets, anyway). She has said herself that she is attracted to boys. She’s also clearly in love with Brittany. This, to me, screams…not…lesbian.
I dunno. Basically, I think the writers are just trying to put the character in a box because it is the easiest way to handle a “complicated” storyline. Bisexuality, for whatever reason, confuses people. I think, if they are indeed aiming to make Santana a full-on lesbian, it would be something of a cop-out to avoid complexity.
But really, in the end, I think they’re only doing it so they have an excuse to introduce a female love interest while Brittany’s still with Artie. Which makes me angry, because I really hate the idea that someone who is in love (and Brittana is the only relationship I actually buy as real love, not fleeting teenage emotion) can switch it off so instantly. But whatever. Personal thing there.
(I’m so sorry that was a novel, geesh.)
I…really don’t…like how the writers seem to fixate on labels. My personal canon for the Queerios—if we must label, which Santana has been specifically written to avoid—is that Brittany is pansexual, Santana is bisexual (although maybe also pansexual, after Sexy), and Quinn…well, I still believe Quinn is a repressed lesbian, but whatever.
Anyway, thing is, I like labeling myself, because I feel I fit into that end of the spectrum. I have no interest in sexual or emotional relationships with men. Never have, can’t see ever doing so in the future. To me, from a definition standpoint, that’s what a lesbian is. Santana has never struck me that way. She dated Puck and had sex with plenty of other guys, and she never seemed to reference that with any kind of “I’m doing it for my image” vibe (until the Mad Gay Panic starting in Duets, anyway). She has said herself that she is attracted to boys. She’s also clearly in love with Brittany. This, to me, screams…not…lesbian.
I dunno. Basically, I think the writers are just trying to put the character in a box because it is the easiest way to handle a “complicated” storyline. Bisexuality, for whatever reason, confuses people. I think, if they are indeed aiming to make Santana a full-on lesbian, it would be something of a cop-out to avoid complexity.
But really, in the end, I think they’re only doing it so they have an excuse to introduce a female love interest while Brittany’s still with Artie. Which makes me angry, because I really hate the idea that someone who is in love (and Brittana is the only relationship I actually buy as real love, not fleeting teenage emotion) can switch it off so instantly. But whatever. Personal thing there.
(I’m so sorry that was a novel, geesh.)