I should be working on "Mothers, Be Good to Your Daughters", but this plot bunny wouldn't leave me alone until it was written. What can I say? I'm a sucker for these two. Also, I don't doubt that this plot has been done before, so sorry for any unintentional plagiarism!

I don't own Glee. If I did, Brittany and Santana would have a duet.

Santana knew that she and Brittany were different from other girls. Straight girls didn't kiss and occasionally have sex with each other. Straight girls didn't hold hands and make out in the back of the movie theater. No matter how hard they pretended, the two Cheerios just weren't exactly straight. Brittany didn't seem to mind, and she apparently thought labels were meaningless anyway. Santana, on the other hand, had risen to her high spot on the social scale because of labels. She could divide all of McKinley's students into categories: prep, jock, pothead, loser, geek, and so on. Her popularity was already in jeopardy because of glee club. Telling the school that she was lesbian for her best friend would drop her past Rachel. Past Jacob Ben Israel.

But then again, she would do anything for Brittany.

Brittany usually had excellent coordination. It was hard to be a cheerleader and a dancer if you were also a klutz. However, summer was swiftly approaching, and the prospect of ice cream and Disney movies with Santana (even though she knew they'd have to go twice because they would spend the first time kissing and she'd miss the movie) distracted her from the little things, like walking.

It wasn't hard to hurt yourself in the school hallways, judging by the reactions of those that Santana had casually stuck a foot out to trip. They were never injured badly, and were more stunned by the floor being a few feet closer than it had been seconds ago than actual pain. Those people weren't Brittany.

A split-second after her best friend fell, Santana was down too, helping her sit up. "Brit, are you okay?"

Brittany's eyes were teary. "Ow, San." Without moving her legs, she pulled Santana into a tight hug. "My knee hurts."

The few idiots who'd laughed at the blonde Cheerio's fall received a death glare that rivaled Sue Sylvester's. "It's okay, B. Here, let me look." Santana gently ducked out of the hug to check her friend's knee. It was red, but the skin hadn't broken. "See? It's okay."

"Will you kiss it?"

It was like they weren't even at school anymore. Santana smiled and softly kissed Brittany's knee. "There. Better?"

She nodded, but her happiness was downtrodden by someone's cry of, "Lesbos!"

A look of fury passed over Santana's face. She stood and looked much bigger than she actually was. "Yeah? What's it to you, douchebag? Watch!" Santana kneeled back down and kissed Brittany. Not a little, gentle kiss, but the sort of kiss that made parents cover their children's eyes because of what might happen next. After a solid ten seconds, Santana looked back at the crowd around her. "Anybody got a problem with that?"

There was a chorus of "no" and its variations. Everyone ran off to their next class.

Brittany, not realizing what just happened, smiled sweetly at her girlfriend. "Love you, San."

Santana kissed her forehead. "Love you too, B."