Brittany was pretty sure it wasn't fair at all. Nope, she didn't like this. Not even a little bit. She got Santana not showing up to her show. She got her not going to prom with her like they were supposed to. If Brittany understood anything, it was Santana. And she totally got that Santana was scared. There were a lot of reasons- because of what people would say, because of what they would do, because of her traditional Catholic parents. None of those reasons explained, however, why Santana had so suddenly decided that David Karofsky was now her boyfriend. Brittany did not get that part. What had happened, after all, to the love admission the brunette had given her? Why weren't they the ones dancing together instead of San and Dave? It wasn't like people cared. Brittany herself had danced with a girl or two tonight and no one even looked twice.

God, that wasn't fair.

Brittany was pouting a little when Blaine joined her, her arms folded across her chest and her eyes narrowed. God, he didn't even have any rhythm. He was just kind of bouncing there and Santana was indulging him, dancing absently beside him with little interest. Well, okay, they kind of looked like friends, but not like a couple. Every slow dance, they didn't bother to make eye contact or anything. They hardly even moved. It hurt Brittany to see Santana pretending like that when they could just be dancing in the open together without issues. God, she wanted to dance with Santana.

"You doing okay, Brittany?" She looked over (and down) at Kurt's boyfriend, a friendly smile tugging her lips vaguely upward as she nodded. "You seem to be zoning out a bit. We're on next." Brittany bit her lip and nodded somewhat, eyes skirting around to find Santana and the giant oaf of a boy she was with again. "Are you sure you're okay?" Blaine again, his voice coated with concern as he watched her watch the crowd. "Not nervous, are you?"

Brittany shook her head and turned to look at Blaine. He was a nice guy. He was doing a really nice thing for Kurt, going to prom with him and putting together this whole performance. He didn't even go here and yet here he was, hoping to make prom special for his boyfriend. And hardly anyone cared about them, either. Two boys dancing together with little to no looks was pretty good for this high school. If only Santana could see that. If only she weren't dancing with David Karofsky. If only she would dance with Brittany instead… "Blaine." Her voice shot the name out abruptly.

"Er… Yes, Brittany?"

"I know you have this whole romantic song planned out," she rushed on, her hands falling to her sides so that her fingers could catch at the material of her dress. She rolled the fabric between her digits nervously, blue eyes locked on the shorter teen. "But umm… you and Kurt are kind of already dating and I really have this song I want to sing so I know it's asking a lot but I was hoping we could sing it instead because I… I…" Her eyes filled and she swiped weakly at them, forcing the tears back again.

"Oh." Startled by the cheerful blonde's abrupt tears, the warbler moved forward and patted her shoulder. "Sure, Brittany. I'm sure Kurt would understand. What song did you have in mind?"

Instantly her face lit up, and beaming, she gave him the song title. An eyebrow lifted, but Blaine nodded in agreement without asking questions. Brittany hadn't liked him much before that moment (his eyebrows kind of looked like caterpillars and she was certain he'd gotten lost and couldn't find the Shire), but this was endearing him to her. He had a quick discussion with the band and with Tina and then they took the stage.

You are the girl that I've been dreaming of

Ever since I was a little girl

Brittany's pale eyes searched the crowd and found Santana again. The Latina was watching her and Brittany could tell she got the message. Their eyes met and she tried a little smile, though she got nothing but a pained look in return. Blaine was otherwise getting some strange looks for the weird lesbian undertones of his song, but that was cool. No one knew him so it wasn't a big deal. It was Santana's reaction that mattered, Santana who needed to get it. And she did. Brittany could see it. She didn't know what that meant for them, but she got it.

After prom, satisfied by the dancing and fun she'd had, Brittany collapsed into bed. She was asleep moments later and awake again not long after that, it seemed. It was the middle of the night when her bed dipped and the familiar weight of her best friend settled against her side. Santana didn't say anything. Brittany didn't either. Her arm looped around the Latina, who snuggled closer and sighed a bit into the skin of Brittany's neck. "You know," she whispered after some time, her tan fingers skirting over Brittany's collar bone, "We promised to go to prom together when we were little. And then when we started doing stuff,we said we'd have after prom together even if we didn't go together." Lips brushed Brittany's neck and she sighed again, head bobbing once in agreement. She remembered that well enough. Sex wasn't what she was hoping for when she'd tried to sing to Santana before, but at least the Latina was here now.

"So can you just… hold on?" A pause. "I've missed you, BrittBritt." Surprised, the blonde nodded again and held Santana close, her face buried in dark curls. "You know… He has really big feet."

It wasn't what she'd been expecting, but Brittany decided that it was still perfect. Because it was still Santana.