Neither Santana or Brittany needed to be in Spanish right now. Or ever. Santana knew Spanish by heart and taught it to Brittany when they had homework. Mr. Shue had always been a terrible teacher anyway. Instead, they pulled out a sheet of paper and, between them, drew on it all of class. One day, Santana was out of paper. But Brittany remembered that pen could mark on skin. She grabbed Santana's hand and drew something small between the pointer finger and thumb. A heart.
Santana left it