"San,"
"Hmm,"
"Is this normal?"
"Is what normal, Britt?"
"Girls, hugging other girls,"
"Hugging?" snickered Santana, recalling the evening's events she didn't think hugging was exactly the appropriate word .
"You know what I mean San," laughed Brittany who started running her fingers through the brunette's loose hair which was covering both of their shoulders as she lay her head on the blonde's shoulder.
"I think it's normal, for us. Can I explain something to you Britt?"
"You always do San," she stated simply, sighing slightly.
"Do you notice how we are around school? How we act like the hot-pieces we are and rarely touch more than the odd pinky locking," Brittany nodded and Santana continued, "then we walk into the choir room and it's like something covers us,"
"Like Harry's invisibility cloak," interrupted the blonde, causing a chuckle to come from the Latina who carried on with her story.
"Exactly. And there we'll sit together, hugging or leaning on each other but still there's some barrier where we don't act like we do at home. Like, Rachel and Finn can sing together but we don't, we wouldn't, we couldn't."
"Because we're girls. That's what I mean, is it normal?"
"You wouldn't call me 'San' in front of other people would you?"
"No,"
"Why?"
"Because it's a nick-name. A cute one. Santana doesn't do cute," the tone of fact in her voice slightly frightened Santana, she didn't realise how much Brittany actually understood. Or how much she actually seemed to dislike the set up.
"Would you do it in front of people, if I would?"
"Yes," Santana rolled over and looked Brittany in the eyes.
"Really?" her head tilted to the side as she studied the blonde's palely beautiful face.
"Yes I would, San. I would be with you like this around people," Santana didn't think this was the reaction she was going to get off the girl. She wasn't even sure she was going to get any reaction at all, they rarely actually talked about their hook-ups disguised as friendship, let alone the feelings behind them.
"I want to be with you Brittany," the Latina nodded and Brittany smiled at her before leaning over to kiss her nose, "you're the only person I want to be with,"
"You're the only person I want to be with too,"
"So, what are we doing?" asked Santana, unsure about Brittany's thoughts about what they'd just said.
"We're in your bed, lying down and looking at each other,"
"No, I mean what are we doing about us?" the blue eyes in front of her scanned the room quickly before returning their gaze to Santana's dark ones.
"I don't know. I know people might think I'm stupid but I know what this is. I know we're lesbians," Santana felt her core ache with that word, she still wasn't fully comfortable, no matter how much she wanted to be. Even though she knew that's exactly who she was and if she wasn't, she wouldn't be being true to herself but nonetheless whenever that word was vocalised, the feeling of unease washed its way over Santana.
"I know,"
"And I know I love you,"
"You love me?"
"I've told you that before, Sanny," smiled Brittany, seemingly unphased by the declarations she was making.
"I know but not like this," the blonde's brow crunched up.
"Do you not love me?"
"No! I mean, yes yes of course I do! I love you Brittany, I just didn't know you did,"
"Well I do, so why don't we stop being silly and make out,"
"Fine by me," Santana nodded and laughed, "but what about us?"
"I'm yours," the blonde said seriously, "if you'll take me,"
"And I'm yours, if you can handle me," she winked.
"Kiss me," demanded the blonde.
"I love you,"
"I love you more," Brittany leaned in confidently and took Santana's lips by force earning an innocent whimper from her mouth, "be mine, San."
"I'm yours Britt."