Ever since they had quit the Cheerios, it had become increasingly obvious that Brittany couldn't tell the difference between summer and winter. It was bitterly cold outside and yet, the blonde insisted on wearing nothing but tank tops, shorts, mini skirts and sun hats. Upon further questioning, Santana had found out that her best friend couldn't even name all twelve months, let alone list them in order. The last thing the Latina wanted was to see the ditzy blonde get sick because of her own foolishness, so she took it upon herself to show Brittany how to read a calendar.
Teaching her how many days were in each month had been easy. Brittany was always quick to catch on when numbers were involved. It had proven to be a grueling task, but Santana had even gotten Brittany to remember the names of the months and the order they went in. But for some reason, teaching her to distinguish between the hot and cold months was proving to be much harder than expected.
"For fucks sake, Brit! It's not that hard!" Patience was not one of Santana's strong suits and what little of it she had was quickly diminishing. Brittany's apparent disinterest wasn't helping matters much either. "Do you really want to catch fucking pneumonia or something? Seriously? Not even you are that defici-" Santana caught herself just in time. Insulting her friend wasn't going to speed up the process and she of all people knew that Brittany wasn't nearly as dense as everyone thought. Suddenly, she had an idea.
"Britt? Are you even listening to me?" The blonde averted her gaze from her cat, whose shenanigans she had been observing for the last few minutes.
"Of course, San. You know I always listen to you.", Brittany said lovingly, trying to calm her friend down.
"Sure doesn't look like it sometimes.", Santana grumbled. "How about this: the months that double as girl's names are hot and the others just... aren't."
"Oh, I get it! May, June, July... Thanks, San!" Brittany was beaming, her excitement plainly visible.
"We did it!", the Latina squealed, throwing her arms around her friend and pulling her into a tight embrace. "Promise me you'll remember, though."
"I promise. Can I get my reward now?", the blonde whispered suggestively in Santana's ear, nibbling on the Latina's earlobe.
"You know I can't say no to you."
Santana pulled away from the hug and gazed adoringly into Brittany's eyes, relishing in her moment of triumph. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against the blonde's, gently pushing her down on the bed.
"They should have named one of the months after you.", Brittany whispered, interrupting their make out session.
Santana couldn't help but smile. Her love for the blonde ex-cheerleader grew more and more every day.