"Hey, wake up!"
Brittany reluctantly crawls out from under the covers, stretching across the bed like a cat. The bright morning light streams in from the window and, somewhere in the distance, birds are chirping. She looks around, confused, and calls out, "Santana?"
"Good, you're up," Santana says, sticking her head out of the bathroom, her wet hair dripping on the floor. "No more sleeping in. We were going to spend this summer practising, remember?"
Brittany blinks at Santana, tilting her head. "Did I accidentally get into bed with Rachel last night? I know you both have the same colour hair, but…"
"Hey!" Santana yelps, running out of the bathroom. She drops her towel on the floor and jumps on the bed beside Brittany. "That's just mean! You've been hanging out with me too much!"
"No such thing," Brittany says in a sing-song voice, pulling Santana on top of her for a kiss. Santana is still wet from her shower and Brittany can feel the water soak into her t-shirt. Her hands trail down Santana's sides and, just when it's getting fun, Santana pulls away.
"I'm not letting you get out of this that easily," Santana says, kissing Brittany on the nose and hopping off the bed. She goes to her closet and starts considering outfits. "Hop in the shower before it gets cold, though maybe a cold shower would do you good."
Brittany rolls off the bed and stumbles towards the bathroom. Before she goes in, she squints at Santana again and says, "Are you sure you aren't Rachel?"
Santana grabs a handful of clothes and throws it at her, but she shuts the door before any of it hits her. Santana goes to pick up her clothes and can't help but smile when she hears Brittany giggling behind the closed door.
After finally picking out and shimmying into her own outfit, Santana knocks on the door of the bathroom, holding clothes for Brittany with her other hand. "I got a choreographer and singing coach and everything, don't make us late just because you want to wash your hair twice!" she calls through the door.
"But the bottle says to repeat!" Brittany yells, voice muffled by the water.
"No repeating!" Santana calls back, draping the clothes over the back of the bed. She sits at her desk and grabs her make-up bag, setting up her portable mirror in front of her.
Brittany giggles again. "That's not what you said last night!"
"Sex makes you way too cheerful," Santana mutters, but she waits for her blush to fade before she starts to do her eyebrows.
The water shuts off suddenly and Santana turns her head towards the bathroom just in time to see Brittany slipping out of it, not even bothering with a towel. She bounds towards Santana and is just about to hug her when Santana yelps, "Hey, I look perfect here!"
"I know," Brittany says slowly, like Santana doesn't understand. "That's why I want to hug you."
"Can't you save it for later? I really want to do this!" Santana says. She stops herself from stomping her foot, and settles for an adorable pout.
Brittany shrugs. "The way I see it, we could either spend all summer trying to get better at singing and dancing to beat Rachel, even though she'll be doing the exact same thing…" she says, holding up a hand for each of the options. "Or we could enjoy ourselves and maybe try out that thing Quinn told us about. We still have our Cheerio uniforms, after all."
"We're never going to get a duet, are we?" Santana says, taking a step closer to Brittany. She watches as a drop of water trickles down her nose, making her scrunch up her nose.
Brittany pulls her to the bed, this time pushing her down first and crawling on top of her. She drips all over her perfect outfit, but all Santana can do is smile helplessly. "I think we have something better, don't you?"
"Sweet lady kisses?" Santana asks, staring up into Brittany's eyes.
Brittany laughs. "No, silly. Love."
"Oh. Okay, then."
