Santana could never get tired of this. A naked Brittany in her bed, asleep on her chest. She herself can't seem to fall asleep as she'd rather cherish such a beautiful sight so she does what comes naturally. She sings.
"you're a painting with symbols deep, symphony
soft as it shifts from dark beneath
a poem that flows, caressing my skin"
She sings soft and gentle so she doesn't wake her. If anything it makes the small smile that always rests on Brittany's face as she sleeps widen. Her grip tightens further too and Santana happily sighs. There are moments in life that can make you feel so happy and complete. As she raises her hand to run through Brittany's hair she realizes this is one of them. This exact feeling is what she wanted all along, and never got in New York. She's got it back now, and she won't let it go again.