"Does everyone really hate me?" Santana sobbed into Brittany's shoulder.
"No, San. You're perfect like a baby unicorn or something," Brittany spoke, rubbing circles on Santana's back.
"Thanks Brit, I know that as long as I'm perfect in your eyes, it shouldn't matter what everyone else thinks, but I can't help it, you know?" Santana sniffled.
"Here," Brittany said, handing Santana a tissue, "I always carry some with me, my food always ends up on my clothes somehow…"
Santana took the tissue from her girlfriend, smiling sweetly at her. Brittany lifted Santana's chin so they were looking each other in the eyes.
"Hey, why should you let what a couple of dofuses think ruin our special night? I mean, they brought up kids' menus and everything. I would ask you to play tic-tac-toe- with me, but I forgot how to draw X's and O's…" Brittany smiled.
"I love you, Brittany," Santana said, smiling uncontrollably.