Like Sisters

A/N: Hey, do people still read glee fanfics? Either way, I've had the idea/wrote most of this fic since I was like 14 so here it now like three four years later. Made some slight adjustments, but for the most part it's what I wrote when I was 14. (See you again at the end of the chapter) Enjoy!

Your like sisters and it's always been this way, for as long as you can bother remembering.
     
In retrospect it's actually really weird that you're friends with Britney, because you honestly don't even remember meeting her. Most friends it seems, have some kind of backstory. Meeting at the park, trading fruit snacks for peanut butter sandwiches or at the very least having parents that we're friends. You and Britney though, have none of that. What you two have didn't need any of that.
    Britney and your parents have probably only spoken to each other a handful of times during your entire friendship, and you'd even go far enough to say that they probably hate each other. Just a little bit. Which makes sense you suppose. Your parents are kind of stuck up if you're being honest. They have a moral code for things they think other people should and should not do, regarding their children and pretty much every other part of their lives.
    They're also kind of strict in a way you think all Hispanic parents are, always worried and mean sometimes in a way that lets their kids know they really care. And they're both judgmental too, without noticing or meaning to be. You think it's mostly a societal thing. That they spent so much time wanting to be seen as the successful perfect family that they think everyone around them should have those same goals, and most people don't. Most people like Britney's parents who'd be happy if they were living of a shoe box. To put it simply, they're hippies. Very liberal. Very progressive. They do things that seem odd to certain people. People who didn't grow up thinking they could think liberally and progressively. People like your parents to be clear.
   Her parents do things that might seem strange to people like your parents. For example, meditation retreats where you leave your two underage daughters alone in a house for a week. Or not wearing shoes. Or having a vegetable garden. A vegetable garden where they may or may not be growing pot, pot that they may or may not sell. Things like that. Things that people like your parents judge. Your parents like to follow the rules and her's live by none, and because of that they hated each other. Just a little bit.
You think its actually really funny in a strange way, because you and Britney are so different. You and Britney were just as, if not more different that your parents are from each other, but you and her—unlike your parents— still understood each other in a way they just couldn't seem to. It was funny and strange but kind of nice too. Funny, strange and nice in a way that you and Britney always just seemed to be by being yourselves.
   Anyway, you honestly don't remember meeting Britney. There is no backstory to tell anyone about you two meeting, because your parents hate each other a little and also you're both allergic to peanuts so no trading fruit snacks for PB&J's either. There's nothing to tell people when they ask how you and Britney met and how you're so close despite the obvious conflicts in your relationship, although you really don't think any of that matters. It doesn't matter because your closer to her than you've ever been to anyone and you think that actually might have to do with not remembering. You don't remember so it's sort of like you're a part of her in a completely not invasive and creepy way. You're a part of her that she choose to have, like an ear piercing or a tattoo. You like knowing you're a part of her, but you also like that she chose it. The fact that she chose it seems the most important. That and also she's the most important person in the world to you. Those two things are what matters most you think. That you know each other now and you both want to. It matters way more than a backstory you think.

A/N part 2: I hope this was entertaining and satisfied your Brittana needs. Let me know if this self-insert+ stream of consciousness writing style is just confusing and not entertaining. Also I switched to POV from Britney to Santana if you read it before the change.