Last chapter! Hope you've enjoyed. Thanks for reading :D

What ensued is probably best glossed over. Suffice to say, it ended in a sobbing Brittany, a black-eyed Alice and a still-furious Santana. Kurt tugged on her sleeve. "Come on," he begged. "Let's go."

Brittany looked up at Santana, her eyes filled with hurt and disappointment, and for a second the anger in Santana's eyes flickered. Kurt tugged at her again. "Santana," he said. Santana's expression closed and she shrugged him off. With a last disgusted glance at Alice, she stalked up the stairs.

Santana didn't want to get up on Monday morning. She didn't want to pick an outfit to make her look as hot as usual, she didn't want to march down the corridors like she owned the place. She didn't want to face Brittany. She had no intention of going to school. But after seven calls from Kurt in which he sang 'Stronger' down the phone to her, she didn't seem to have much choice. "Fine!" she screamed after the seventh call. "I'm coming! Just shut up!"

Kurt smiled in satisfaction.

Santana groaned, rolled off her bed and pulled on some underwear. From her wardrobe she selected a black tank-top and a jacket and skirt in a shade of red that Lucifer would be proud of. Santana didn't just want to look hot today; she wanted to look evil.

She strode into school, expecting to be met by Kurt at the entrance. However, it was Brittany, not Kurt, who leant against the doorframe. Santana narrowed her eyes and tried to push past her.

"Santana," Brittany began.

"I don't want to talk to you." Santana said disdainfully.

But Brittany stood her ground. "I want to talk to you."

Santana leant against the doorframe and cocked her head sceptically. "Go on, then."

"I'm in love with you."

"Oh, really? And what about your little Alice in Wonderland?"

"I was drunk. She's not my girlfriend."

Santana's expression softened slightly. "Let's walk and talk."

Brittany was relieved. "I promise you, Santana - "

But at that moment they passed Alice's locker, and Alice stepped out to greet Brittany.

"Hey, Brit." She put a hand on Brittany's waist and attempted to kiss her. Brittany pulled away.

"Alice, I'm sorry. What happened on Saturday night was a mistake."

Alice's eyes widened and her smile faltered. "I really like you, Brittany."

Santana stood frozen, looking from Alice to Brittany. The seconds stretched on between them, until the tension reached breaking point.

"I'm sorry, Alice." Said Brittany finally. "I – there's someone else."

And as she hugged Alice and bid her farewell, she linked pinkies with Santana as they walked together down the hallway.

Later, as they lay on Santana's bed together, Brittany smiled. "Sweet lady kisses." She murmured.

"Mm-hmm"" Santana smiled too as she stroked Brittany's hair gently. "Brittany, I owe you an apology."

Brittany furrowed her brow. "Why? It was me who - "

"No," Santana cut her off. "It was my fault. I was a total bitch to you and I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Nobody's perfect."

"You are."

Brittany giggled.

"No, I'm serious." Santana continued. "I love you, Brittany, you're the most wonderful girl I've ever met."

"I love you too, Santana."

Santana held Brittany close. I love you, she thought, and I'm never letting you go.

Kurt called Santana the next morning.

"Hey, Santana. I heard about you and Brittany."

"Yeah." Santana smiled.

"Well, Blaine and I are planning a Disney movie marathon tonight after school. Care to join us?"

Santana rolled her eyes. What was it with gay guys and their Disney movies? But then she remembered how much Brittany loved The Little Mermaid, and smiled fondly

"Okay, we'll come."

Santana waited for Brittany at her locker. "Hey, Brit," She said brightly.

"Morning!" Brittany smiled. Then, to Santana's surprise – and delight – she pulled Santana in for a kiss. "You okay?"

"Mm-Hmm. Hey, you wanna come to Kurt's after school? They're watching Disney movies."

"Yeah! I love Disney movies!"

"I know." Santana slung her arm around Brittany's waist and together they set off to class.

However, they were blocked at the door by Azimio, standing sneering in the doorway. "Hey, girlfriend." He gestured to Brittany. "This yo' – girlfriend?" He chuckled delightedly at his own wit.

Santana raised an eyebrow and pursed her lips. "Uh-huh." She replied coolly. "Jealous?"

Before he had time to reply, she pointed a finger at his chest. "Now get out my way, douchebag. Brits and I wants to get our calculus on."

Brittany and Santana arrived at Kurt's house at six. Kurt answered the door, smiling. "Come in!"

Blaine was lounging on the sofa in jeans and what looked suspiciously like Kurt's sweater. He waved at them as they sat down on the other sofa. "Hey, guys."

Kurt rubbed his hands together eagerly. "So," he said, beaming. "What shall we start with?"

"Little Mermaid." Santana said immediately, and Brittany grinned, lounging against Santana's legs.

"I love that movie. I don't see why people don't believe in mermaids. They're just too scared to show themselves. Plus they can't all turn into humans."

The other three smiled blankly for a second, then Kurt quickly broke the silence. "I…'ll get snacks. Blaine, sweetie, put the DVD in for me."

He returned a few minutes later with a tray laden with cookies and four steaming mugs of hot chocolate. "Tuck in, everyone!"

The movie started, and Brittany leant her head on Santana's chest. Santana smiled, and hugged her tightly.

"I forgot," she whispered. "I love this movie too."