Brittana is my OTP (one true pairing). They began as these two backup chearleaders, the stereotypical blonde and brunette, stupid and bitchy. But the two actors, Naya Rivera and Heather Morris bcame best friends right away so in all the scenes they are in, they are messing around, being their two shot, hugging and holding hands and making faces at each other. Then in episode 13, after a minimal amount of lines, they are in a scene which is like a 6 way conversation, and Brittany, who is basically comic relief with the best one liners says 'Sex is not dating- if it were, Santana and I would be dating." Cue awkward silence, they look at each other, then shake it off and keep walking.
This is all season 1 and the first half of two, before there was any focus on them and they got together. In a good TV show, you would expect that I would like it a lot more after they got together but you would be wrong. They got almost as much screen time, they're relationship isn't shat on every single episode, they destroy previous canon episode to episode, Brittany and Santana had not a single private conversation all of season 3- the season they were TOGETHER. It's the double standard of Glee, every conversation was in a public place, at school, at lockers, their first kiss came about 10 episodes after they got together, over 2 full seasons after they admitted to being friends with benefits (played for laughs every time - call the presses, the two pretty cheerleaders are having sex, hahaha hilarious). A season after admitting they were in love.
You know what happened lately on Glee. They broke up because of the difficulty of a long distance relationship- this hurt but I was okay, it happens, they still love each other, they are still best friends, once Brittany graduates this year, they will be together again, fine.
Then Brittany becomes friends with Sam. Very hot, cute, kinda stupid, show made 'they're both idiots! They understand each others stupidity!' connection. It was a cute friendship. If Glee had ever done a straight friendship before, I would have been fine but from the second they had a private, one on one conversation (more than Brittana got all last season!) it was over. Santana is a lesbian, Brittany is bi sexual. In one episode, she kissed Sam twice. The next episode, they got married, with more kissing.
That is Glee. In 2 episodes. Santana wasn't mentioned once.
Fuck you Glee. Fuck you. Fuck you.
I've been coherent until now but this hurts. This is fucking stabbing me like a knife through the fucking gut. I try to not care but this is Brittana. I never cared about a pair as much as I did these two.
Never ever, never fucking ever.
You have to understand what they meant to me. I'm bi sexual. Or bi curious, it doesn't matter. When Glee started, I was in Year 10. I was deep in teenage angst, freaked about religion and freaked because I thought I was very much in love with my very female best friend.
Brittana was always treated as a joke once it was picked up on as an actual couple due to fan pressure but back then, when it was this sweet, organic relationship, this steady best friends who love each other, that are always there for each other, that are physically intimate and hold pinkies and are girls and love each other in that girl way and know each others secrets and grew up together and are different but understand each other- I needed that.
I saw myself in Brittany and Santana and I saw that it was okay to feel that way.
I'm generally skeptical of that a-character-changed-my-life or seeing-that-character-on-the-screen-made-me-feel-normal but looking back, Brittana made me so much more comfortable with myself and loving this girl as I did.
My point of this story is that Brittana means something to me personally and Glee's propensity to shit all over it makes me rage. The disrespect they show their fanbase is alarming and I hate Glee writers, directors and producers with a burning passion. I want Glee to be cancelled, my fingers are crossed. I smile grimly every time I see the ratings continue to fall.
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