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Gleecember 2025
December 30 – Playlist/Shower
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Brittany was exhausted. They'd spent the day with the Pierces getting ready for New Year's Eve. For the first time ever, she really wasn't looking forward to it. She realized it was because of the boys. Not, like, in a bad way. She was twenty-five. Not old, by any means, but she and Santana had lived a lot in the past twelve years. They'd traveled all over Europe, gone to Hawai'i, graduated college, started careers, and now, they were mothers. It was a lot in not a lot of time.
She sighed and docked her phone on the bathroom counter, shuffling through her playlists until she found the one she wanted; instrumental, soothing. Once the music was playing, she stripped down and started the shower, adjusting the water to just above lukewarm. She didn't want it too hot; just hot enough.
She smiled to herself. She knew, without a doubt, that Santana's Mexican Third Eye would let her know Brittany was in the shower and she'd join Brittany in less than five minutes. It never failed; no matter what Santana was doing or where she was, she always knew when Britt was in the shower. Brittany chuckled softly; if Santana wasn't home, she'd call or send a text: “I know you're not getting in the shower without me (; ”.
It was one of the (many) things she loved about her relationship with Santana. They knew each other so well, they complemented each other, and intimacy wasn't always about sex (although, their sex life was amazing).
Right on cue, Santana stepped into the shower. “You didn't wait for me,” she pouted, slipping her arms around Brittany.
Brittany kissed the pout away. “I didn't have to, I knew you'd come.”
“Always.”