"I haven't been feeling very sexy lately"

Santana was about to object and list for her all the reasons the she lies awake at night clutching her phone at her chest, the glow of their text conversations illuminating her dark bedroom. Tell her about how the dancer can make her heart race with just
a glance, a smile, a breath.

Well, not in so many words anyway, a simple "you're the sexiest person I've ever known" would have sufficed. Before she could open her mouth however—

"I think I have a bud in the oven"

Everything just happens so fast. She vaguely remembers replying a mumbled and confused response that nowhere near matched the dizziness she was suddenly feeling. There were now two of Brittany and they both said something along the lines of "not
telling Artie" as Santana mumbled some kind of answer in response. Both Brittanys turned to walk away as Santana pushed herself off of the locker she's relied on for stability in the past two minutes.

This wasn't how this was supposed to happen. Hell, this wasn't anywhere in the cards. She was giving me time and I know I'm scared shitless but I should've said something sooner but now I can't say anything at all because she's going to have to stay with Stubby McCripplepants for the rest of her life. All because…because—

"Oh my god, Brittany's pregnant" and no she hadn't meant to say it out loud and with such ferocity but come on. What were the odds that someone was walking right next to her as her thoughts took purchase of her tongue and forced the words
out of her mouth. As she expected, word traveled fast. Really fast.

After what had to have been a heart attack subsided in the Choir Room,the brunette learned that Brittany wasn't actually pregnant. Leave it to Britt to think storks delivered babies to her doorstep. Some would call it naïve but Santana never
looked at Brittany as anyone other than brilliant. She saw Brittany as innocent. Untouched from the brashness and horrible truth of the world.

She saw the way people looked at Brittany when one of her famous one-liners filled the air, the way they'd muffle their laughter because oh my god here she goes again but Santana knew. She knew how that beautiful mind worked, and she just so happened
to know that that particular blonde mind was exceptional. Just not in McKinley High. This place isn't good enough for her. Santana knew that no one here besides herself understood how to respond to Brittany when she said these things. They didn't
know that when she talks about Lord Tubbington she's trying to connect with people. They didn't know her mumbles of confusion meant that the math in class was simply too easy for her. She could get from point A to point B without all the letters and
numbers—they just showed up for her.

No one knew these things. No one besides Santana.

"Hit It!"

'Do You Want to Touch Me' started playing and the two best friends agreed to help Ms. Holliday out with the dance. It was pretty obvious to Santana. An opportunity to grind and roll with Britt? Come on I'm not stupid. The Latina knew she was hot,
and she wasn't afraid to show everyone what they couldn't have; she was classy like that. So obviously she agreed to dance the number because it would also mean when they rehearsed the bell before she would get to ask Britt how exactly to
roll her body and where exactly to place her hands. Sure, they needed a little… guidance along the way, but hey it's a learning opportunity! Glimpses of skin were stolen, stares of rolling abs and flashing blue eyes with whipping blonde
hair.

Dear God, she thought.

I'm so screwed.