"Brittany!" Santana yelled. She had chosen Brittany as her partner for the three-legged race that was about to take place. The crew, consisting of Rachel, Quinn, Santana, Brittany, Mercedes, and Kurt were at Mercedes's house for a girls and Kurt slumber party. Everyone in the group was friends from the William McKinley High School glee club except for Brittany. Santana had invited Brittany, her co-worker, to the sleepover so that her friends could meet her. Santana was a famous singer and Brittany was her choreographer with whom Santana secretly had feelings for.
"Surprise surprise," mumbled Quinn. Santana shot her a deadly glare. "Whatever, I choose Rachel." she said.
"Wanky," Santana smirked. It was Quinn's turn to shoot a glare right back.
"I obviously choose Mercedes!" Kurt chided trying to ease the obvious tension between best friends Quinn and Santana. "Our team name is Kurtcedes!" He squealed with excitement.
"Oh! Hell-to-the-no! Why cant Miss Mercedes Jones' name be first?" Mercedes asked with lots of sass.
"Well, what can it be with Mercedes first? Murt? Mercurt?" Kurt responded obviously hating the names he suggested.
"Eh- " Mercedes started wagging her finger. Seconds later they both burst out laughing.
"What do you want to be Britt?" Santana asked turning to Brittany after rolling her eyes.
"Um-" Brittany stated thinking hard.
"How about Brittana!" Rachel squealed excitedly.
"Yeah, let's do that!" Brittany squealed equally as excited as Rachel.
Santana scrunched up her nose and stuck out her tongue. "Hell no. I vowed to never take a suggestion from the midget," Santana said bluntly. Brittany immediately stuck out her bottom lip and made puppy dog eyes knowing that Santana couldn't say to that face.
Santana hesitated to say something then eventually gave in. "Fine, we'll go with Brittana," she said angrily, "But that's the last time I take a suggestion from Berry." Brittany jumped up and hugged Santana, she couldn't help but smile as she hugged Brittany back.
"So, Satan has a soft side and she's whipped, that's interesting." Kurt said with a smirk, his gaydar beeping like crazy. His comment received light chuckles from everyone in the room. Santana's smile dissipated and she glared at Kurt.
"I can't be whipped if Brittany's not and never will be my girlfriend Lady Lips. I'm not gay," she sneered. Brittany's smile faltered, but she hid the hurt as best as she could. Quinn and Santana were the only ones to sense the hurt in her eyes, and Santana instantly regretted what she said.
