It really only started out as a way to get more guys. Guys love girl on girl. So if Brittany and Santana go girl on girl, guy will go to guy and the guys will go gaga....and Brittany and Santana are the Batman and Robin of sex. (San is Batman, Brittany is Robin, because she couldn't handle all the responsibility of running this date-getting enterprise, Brittany thinks.) Sex superheroes. Turning on boys everywhere for the sake of being popular, getting dates, and sex.

But then, it changed. Noticeably. Brittany found that, while yes, she did find boys very sexy, there were also tons of very sexy girls, too. Quinn's really sexy EVEN when she's preggo, Tina's pretty cute when you go past the goth thing, Mercedes, while heavyset, isn't bad looking by any stretch of the imagination, and she will never admit it, but Berry is super hot.

So, one day, Brittany googled it and found that it was called bisexuality and it was normal and not at all a problem and there were even websites (and if something has a website, surely that must legitimize it, Brittany thinks.) No, the problem came in her encounters with Santana. They got less let's-do-this-and-get-to-the-fun-part-with-the-boy to no-offense-cute-boy-but-why-can't-I-have-more-Santana.

This, Brittany thinks, will be a problem. It will ruin the whole enterprise of getting dates with boys if she wants more San and less man! She has to give the boy equal attention after she's done what she's supposed to do with Santana. But now, Brittany kinda is in the mood for a whole lot more Santana. The boy is nice and she definetely REALLY likes what he can DO, but not HIM, as a person. Which is good for the buisness of what they do...but bad when she really finds that Santana is sort of super awesome and hot and skilled in the fun kinds of things and completely Brittany's type even if everyone else thinks she's a bitch and oh, she likes her. IN THAT WAY.

Because, unlike Jake Hawthorne, San doesn't laugh when she insists that NO SEX CAN GO ON WHILE MR. FLUFFLYPANTS THE BEAR IS IN THE ROOM. She huffs, she rolls her eyes, but she NEVER laughs. And unlike Tina, San doesn't make her sit in a chair anytime they do it. (Brittany never understood what it was with Tina and chairs, anyway.) With San, it's always an equal give and take…unless they decide together that one of them is more in the mood to take. Or give. But either way, it's a joint decision. Santana is different. She's a superhero. She's Brittany's superhero.

One day, they're alone in the locker room after Cheerio's practice, and Brittany turns to Santana and kisses her. Not hard and rough and heated, like when there's boys around, but slow and soft and chaste. And when she pulls back, when she hopes she's conveyed what she knows words can't with that kiss, she looks at Santana and mumbles something about "be my girlfriend." She can't look. She's ruining the buisness. Santana must hate her. Oh God.

But Santana SMILES. One of her real smiles that Brittany prides herself on being one of the select few who ever really sees the real Santana Lopez Smile. (And even then, it's rare. Santana prefers bitchfaces. It's her thing.) And Brittany smiles, and that's it, it just happened, and there didn't even need to be words.

But Brittany knows she must add some. She scuffes her shoes and says "I'm really sorry about ruining our buisness, San." And Santana looks at her and puts her hand on her hip, leaning into it like she's so ghetto, looking confused (even though, to the average bystander, she'd just look like a bitch, but Brittany KNOWS Santana, really knows her) and says,

"What the fuck are you talking about, girlfriend?"