"You can't call me that! Sometimes I'm on top!"
"Santana… Don't kid a kitten."
Santana did that slow blink that sometimes worked to distract Brittany.
"There are twelve hours left til the end of the comp. Let's see you top me before then."
"What do I get?"
"See, so not a top!"
Santana spent ages in the restroom, pinpointing her moment.
She waited until the cannons went off and they were jumping up and down, arms around each other, and she dropped her weight suddenly and lurched forward, grabbing under, and landed, yes, on top of Brittany, spanx in hand.