Brittany was laying on the couch with Santana. Santana's arms were wrapped around her and her hands were resting on Brittany's stomach. Santana had agreed to watch Pokémon with her but she wasn't paying attention, Brittany didn't mind. Brittany closed her eyes and listened to her girlfriend's slow breathing.
"Why are they always making their Pokémon fight?" Santana asked, "Isn't it, like, animal abuse or something."
"Actually it would be Pokémon abuse," Brittany corrected her girlfriend, "And the Pokémon like to fight!"
"Britt, can we watch something else, something more interesting?"
Brittany looked shocked, "What could be more interesting then Pokémon?" She gasped.
"I don't know, maybe some old episodes of Lost?" Santana hoped Brittany would agree to this.
Brittany looked like she was thinking about it until something on the TV caught her attention, "Oh my god! Ash is winning the battle!"
Santana sighed, "You're lucky I love you." She whispered in the blonde's ear.
"I know!" Brittany grinned, "And I love you too." She twisted her body so she could plant a big kiss on Santana's lips.
"Do you love me enough that we can stop watching Pokémon?" Santana asked with pleading eyes.
"Do you love me enough that we can keep watching Pokémon?" Brittany batted her eyelashes.
"I asked you first!" Santana shot back, sometimes being childish was the only way to get to her girlfriend.
"Fine." Brittany sighed, she grabbed the remote and shut the TV off. Santana kept off the couch and cheered.
"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" She picked up her girlfriend and spun her around.
Then Brittany asked, "Can you kiss me?"
"Certainly." Santana kissed Brittany's lips lightly.
"Hold on!" Brittany got up and walked away.
"Britt?" Santana called.
"Coming!" She carried in a giant dictionary.
Santana giggled, "Babe, why do you need a dictionary?"
"I need to look up a word." Brittany was rapidly flipping through the pages of the book.
"What word?" The Latino asked.
"An important word." Brittany winked at her girlfriend.
"Happiness: feeling pure joy or bliss." She read from the dictionary.
"That's how you make me feel." Santana whispered in Brittany's ear.
Brittany beamed at Santana, "You make me feel more magical then a unicorn." She whispered back.
"Is that just like happiness?" Santana asked.
"Better."
Brittany kissed Santana and held her tightly. This is what love is. She thought happily.