A/N: This references Asian F, plus the song 'It's All Over', originally from the musical 'Dreamgirls'. I own nothing.

She can't believe they're doing this stupid Dreamgirls song. Mercedes is just lazy, not pregnant – as if Trouty would ever be able to get all up in that. Britt really likes the dresses they're wearing though, so that's a plus.

Santana has seen this movie a billion times, knows all the words to all the songs, because Brittany is obsessed with Jennifer Hudson - "she's like a mini Beyonce, San!" - and she hates that she has to call 'Effie' fat (because really, she knows more than anybody how tough body image is on a girl), but it's in the song, right?

But something changes in Mercedes, she looks mad – really mad, furious really – and Santana remembers the next few lines to the song as Mercedes grits them out.

Common, really? Brittany is anything but. She's a special little snowflake, about as plebeian as a fingerprint. And she is better than everybody running for president. Dollface might be great with the advice and the clothes, but nobody compares to Britt (Santana would probably guess that Brittany looks better in a skirt, too).

So Santana musters up all the fury she has in her body – lets be honest, there's not that much there, because dating a girl who radiates sunshine has that effect on you – and tries her best to deliver a verbal smack down. Finn interrupts and Britt grabs her wrist warningly, just as she's about to lunge for Mercedes' weave.

They finish the song, with Britt giving her lets-sneak-out-right-now eyes for the entire thing. Santana can't concentrate around Britt at the best of times, and even though she knows that Brittany is only distracting her from smacking Wheezy around the head a few times, she lets it go. Any sane person would do the same.

What Santana doesn't expect, however, was the fast exit to Brittany's car immediately after the song finishes. Pinned down in the passenger seat with Brittany's hands and lips roving everywhere, Santana's mind goes foggy.

"Wait, Britt."

"That was so hot, Santana," Britt mumbles around frantic kisses.

"No no no no no, baby stop," Santana pleads.

Brittany looks sad. Oh, no.

"Baby, no, I just mean... Are you okay?" Santana asks, worried. "What Mercedes said in there, I know it's just a song, but it was pretty mean."

"It was mean," Brittany sighs. "But then you defended me," she added, smile brightening. "You went all Lima Heights."

Santana laughs. "You bet I did."

They lock eyes, smiling softly at each other.

"Hi."

"Hi."

Santana knows that when she goes home tonight, she's going to freak out a little - it was way too easy for Mercedes to take a stab at Britt like that. Is she losing her touch? Does she need to be meaner? - but tonight is several hours and a whole Sweet Valley High marathon away, so for now, Santana is just going to indulge in this little moment of happiness, then drive them home to get their cuddle on.

If Britt ever gets off her lap.

(She doesn't really mind, either way.)