Spelling Isn't My Strong Suit

A/N: Just a little drabble that popped into my head, thought it was cute, here you go.

As was traditional in their shared apartment, Brittany and Santana were watching So You Think You Can Dance, and Santana was listening to Brittany critique the dancers, and getting a nice backrub.

"Her feet need to be turned out more. I mean it, she could hurt herself, not to mention that it completely changes the dance." She sighed after Sahra, one of the weaker contestants, finished dancing.

"You know, you could be on that show, if you wanted." Santana relaxed across her girlfriend's legs, sinking into the feeling of Brittany's fingers doing their own waltz across her back, absently shaping letters and pictures.

"I know, but I don't wanna." Santana turned her head a little to look at the blonde, hair cascading down around her face, making Santana focus on those eyes, the same colour as water spray in the middle of summer.

"Why not?" Her mouth asks, but her mind is still lost somewhere in those eyes. In the end, though it had been tough, asking Brittany to Grad had been the best thing she'd done in her entire life. Between herself and Puck, as well as the rest of Glee, no one fucked with them that night. Maybe Kurt's little speech at Junior prom had thrown them off stupid, cruel pranks like that. Whatever the reason, she got to slow dance with the girl of her dreams at her grad.

"Because that would mean I'd have to go away from you." Santana extended her neck and kissed the other girl. "And I'm not gonna do that."

"Me neither." She smiled and turned back over. She felt the familiar dance of the younger girl's fingers, tracing letters over her spine. Her and Britt had a game where one of them would trace letters and then the other would guess what words they were spelling.

Brittany's hand did 4 angular lines. That was a W. Then one straight line with a little dot on top, only the dot was a heart, typical I for Britt. That was followed by two straight lines. W I L L .

"Will." A checkmark confirmed her guess, and Brittany moved onto the next word. Three lines, two slanted on top, one straight one down. Y. Followed by a circle, O. and then a half circle, broken at the top, U.

"You?" another checkmark. What felt like an upsidedown W, "M" followed by and A. Then a Y. Santana started to wonder if Britt was just going back into gibberish. It was followed by an R, I, E. Santana rolled over.

"What's Mayrie? That's not a word." Brittany's face fell, tears welling up.

"Great, now I've wrecked it! And I was trying so hard…" Santana sat up and wrapped the other girl in a hug, wondering what on earth she was going on about.

"Well, why don't you tell me what you were planning on spelling?" Brittany took a deep breath and looked Santana in the eyes.

"I was trying to spell 'Will You Marry Me', but spelling isn't my strong suit." Santana smiled at the innocent girl, and gave her another hug, tears springing into her own eyes.

"What's wrong, San?" Santana leaned back and kissed Brittany.

"I will mayrie you. I love you."