Santana loved Brittany, she really did. But sometimes she was still amazed by her lack of brains.
Take today for example. They were sitting in front of her living room television, working on homework (yes, they actually did it sometimes, try not to die of shock) while Grandma Lopez yelled at the funny looking man hosting Jeopardy. Britt was only half paying attention to it, spending the majority of her time doodling in the margins of her text book, occasionally trying to answer one of the questions and failing miserably every time. It was adorable, but she'd never openly admit it.
But then she actually got one right.
Santana felt the urge to look out the window to see if pigs were flying past or if hell had suddenly frozen over.
"Excuse me, what did you say?"
Brittany giggled and squealed happily before repeating her answer, "It was Yale!"
Her brow furrowed. Did she even know what Yale is?
"What was the question?"
"Which Ivy-league university is in New Haven, Connecticut?"
"Oh..." Santana didn't quite know what to do with herself, her world had been turned upside down, "How did you know the answer?"
"Duh, Rory Gilmore went there!"
And magically, the world had righted itself and the pigs were back in their... wherever it was that they lived.
Santana grinned and leaned over, pressing a kiss to Brittany's cheek, "I should have known."
Ten minutes later, they were immersed back in all that Civil War history shit when Brittany frowned and her face squished like it always did when she was thinking too hard.
"Hey, San?" she asked, "What does ivy have to do with college?"
End.