Based on the new promo and a drawing I saw on tumblr. You all know the one. (:
It had been a long summer. No one knew that better than Santana, who had spent it in turmoil, then in acceptance, then in determination. Self-discovery was hard and it had taken her time, but after their conversation on the last day of school…. After that, Santana had started to think. And the conclusion she came to was that she needed the Cheerios to make everything work. With that shield, there wasn't anything she couldn't do. Except get pregnant, but that was obviously not going to happen. As long as she didn't do anything that would get her kicked off the squad, Santana would rule. So she and Brittany talked to Sue, and then Santana talked to Sue by herself, and long story short… they could now be open with their lives. With their love. Holding hands and carrying each other's books and lunches and…. Dating. They could fucking date and even if people whispered behind her back, the uniform made her untouchable. It was a perfect solution for them, a perfect way to have everything and lose nothing.
"You know, it suits her." Busy rooting through her locker for hers and Brittany's class schedule, Santana was only half listening to her friend—girlfriend. Not that she didn't pay attention to her- she was just sort of half buried in her book bag and the blonde's voice was muffled.
"Hm?" She found the two pieces of paper at the bottom, caught beneath her AP chem book. She curled her fingers around them and eased them free, at last smirking successfully before straightening up out of the locker. "What suits who?" But she turned in that instant and spotted Quinn and knew exactly what she was talking about. The bright pink coloring the once-blonde hair really added an extra something to their friend's perfect visage. Santana, now more accepting of who she was, wasn't too annoyed with how hot she knew Quinn was. "Yeah, I guess." Quinn walked towards them and it was as if she moved in slow motion. Her head tilted up, lifted in the traditional nod of greeting as she got closer to them. "Nice Kool Aid dye job, Fabray," Santana sneered, though there was no cruelty in her voice. The Latina shut her locker before sliding her arm around Brittany's waist, who in turn hooked an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. The smirk softened into a warm smile.
"Nice girlfriend," Quinn shot back, an eyebrow lifting. The familiar gesture comforted Santana, assured her that despite the new wardrobe and the upside down cross and the bright hair, this was still the same HBIC. Without further comment, she passed by them, hips swaying as she sauntered around a corner, all eyes on her.
"She looks hot," Brittany said with a grin, which had Santana narrowing her eyes and turning to look at her. Tan fingers pinched her hip and Brittany jolted, giggling as she turned to look down at Santana. "Not as hot as my super hot girlfriend," she reassured, and Santana smiled again as the blonde pressed their lips together. Brittany nuzzled closer, her nose brushing across Santana's in a quick Eskimo kiss. "But still really hot." Santana pulled back, gave Brittany's arm a smack before rolling her eyes and turning to march towards their first class. The dancer jogged to catch up, her hand finding the smaller girl's before she twined their fingers together. Santana couldn't help but smile again. Okay, maybe she was whipped. So what? "Do you think she tastes like pink?"
Unaffected by how odd the question seemed, Santana lifted a shoulder and let their joined hands swing between them, her gaze falling to them every once in a while as they walked. Every time she saw them, another soft smile pulled at her lips. "You'll have to ask Berry, I guess," she replied at last and Brittany giggled, pressing a kiss to the Latina's forehead.