(Author's Note: I think I speak for my gay lady contingent when I say the Glee Gods have smiled upon us this episode. Hoping for further developments. Expect a TOTP update soon.)
It basically goes against everything Brittany thought about the way things were when Santana goes public with their sweet lady kisses.
Well, to be honest, she's kind of forced into it, in the end.
When a Cheerio asks Santana if she and Brittany are an item, Brittany thinks for a moment that Santana's going to slam that girl against the lockers and have a throwdown right there until Coach Sylvester runs in to break them up. She cringes a little. But then Santana surprises her.
"No. We're not an item. But we did fuck." And even as all sorts of noise rustles over the locker room, San catches eyes with Brittany, just long enough to flash her a grin. She's holding court now and she knows it. After withering that Cheerio, she holds out her pinkie to Britt. It's not a whole hand—but it's something. Brittany links it in hers and feels the contact all up her arm, like a bolt of lightning.
Later, at Brittany's house, she asks San why she did it.
"They should know we have nothing to hide, right?"
Brittany swallows. It's been a week, and neither of them has brought up what happened after Sectionals. Maybe they never will. It's like Santana has forgotten, like fucking Brittany as if she were some random guy at a party got everything out of her system.
"Hey, lie down with me and let's get our mack on."
Brittany shakes her head. "I don't want to."
"Why?"
"I think I've caught something from my cat. I don't want to get you sick."
"Aw, poor Britt-Britt." Santana looks at her in the old, sweet San way and places the back of her hand on Brittany's forehead. "You don't feel warm. But do you want a cold washcloth?"
Brittany doesn't really feel sick, just uneasy from what happened last week, but San's eyes are locked to hers now and there's absolutely nothing but love all the way to the bottom, and suddenly she does kind of want to be sick so San can take care of her. She nods.
"Okay. Put on some nice warm pajamas and lie down on your back," San directs her. "I'll bring you the washcloth." She kisses Brittany's cheek and heads to the linen closet.
Brittany pulls on her oldest, softest pajamas and lies down to wait for Santana. She hears the tap running in the upstairs bathroom, short bursts of water. Then Santana comes back in and shuts the door gently behind her. When she sits down at the edge of the bed, Brittany sees the washcloth curled in one of her hands like a sleeping kitten. Santana slides her other hand—cool from the tap—gently over Brittany's cheek, her neck, her arm. She arranges each of Brittany's arms up and to the side like a snow angel's wing. Then, she rolls up Brittany's sleep shirt until it bunches just under her breasts, and pushes down her waistband just to the dip between her hipbones.
She looks back at the hand that still holds the washcloth like she's just remembered it. Pinching two corners, she lets it unfurl and swings it back and forth to cool it in the air.
"Ready, Britt?" She smiles, and Brittany closes her eyes.
"Yeah. Ready."
When the damp cloth kisses her skin, Brittany could swear she's twelve again, with Santana begging Brittany's mother to let her stay and nurse Brittany back from a fever. They stayed in Brittany's bed for two whole days and nights and played Go Fish and watched the same three Disney movies over and over until they could quote whole scenes by heart.
Back when everything was easier.
The washcloth is warm and clammy now. It lifts from Brittany's skin as if Santana can read her mind, and she hears it swinging in the air like a soft wing beat.
"Ready again?"
Coach Sylvester wants them to seduce Finn Hudson, just to break up the Glee Club. Brittany knows that San likes Glee, but she can see her eyes shining a million miles away the way they always do when Santana smells some power within her reach. So Brittany goes along with it, even though she doesn't really see the point, because of how badly San wants to be on top.
It is kind of fun, actually, since it's way too easy to do what the whole thing was for—make Rachel jealous—and maybe people say Brittany's dumb, but she's no Finn Hudson. That boy wouldn't see two girls doing some not-for-public touching under the table of a restaurant booth if it were right in front of him. Which it is.
When Santana has to seduce a younger guy because of Coach's Madonna trip, Brittany thinks it would be funny if she did Finn. So San does.
"God, Britt," she laughs as she drives Brittany home from modern dance. They haven't been able to talk about it outside of school yet, and Brittany's dying to know how bad it was. "I can see why he thought he got Quinn preggo from blowing his load in a hot tub. He's about as long-lasting and appetizing as a bag of wet crackers."
"Wow, really? I kind of feel bad for him now."
"Don't." She grins at Brittany through the rearview mirror. "I'm probably the hottest piece of action he's going to get in his life. Not a bad start to a sexual career."
She pulls up in front of Brittany's house and shifts into park.
"Want to come in? I stole the first season of Lost from my cousin's house. Although now I don't know where it is."
"Can't tonight, Britt-Britt. I've got a date. Gots to get my sexy on."
"A date? With who?"
"Don't sound so disappointed. Hot guy from the basketball team. Rob something."
"You don't know his last name?"
"Nah. Who cares? Free meal at Breadstix." She laughs. "Hey. Come here," she says, unbuckling her seatbelt, and leans over to give Brittany a long, sweet, deep kiss.
Brittany swoons, but she's the first to break the kiss. "San, what if my mom sees us?"
"Aw, she won't. And you wouldn't deny me a little something to think about until my date, would you?" San winks, and Brittany feels her heart flutter all over again.
"Have fun tonight," says Brittany, getting out and slinging her backpack over her shoulder. Santana waves with three fingers as she rolls away. Brittany watches her car round the corner and disappear.
Brittany likes being Kurt's pretend girlfriend for a little while. She knows he's still super gay, even if he's faking straight. But he's as soft as a girl and she just can't stop touching his skin.
Mostly it's fun, for once, to hold someone's whole hand in the hallway.
Anyway, the last time she and San had sex was that time after Sectionals, even though everyone knows now and San even flirts with her in public. Brittany's slept with a couple of guys, which is fun, but none of them knows exactly what she wants in bed, even before she knows it herself, the way Santana does. Too bad Santana's busy clawing apart Puck and Mercedes, even though Brittany knows she doesn't really want him anymore.
She thought it would make San less afraid to be out in the open. Turns out, she's even more afraid now than before.
After Cheerleading Nationals, everything changes all over again when San jumps right into Brittany's arms, right in front of the camera, in front of the whole country. Brittany wants to kiss her so much right that second, but she knows that would be a terrible idea.
During the bus ride back, San and Brittany hold hands under the blanket that covers their knees. When no one is looking, San plays with the fringe of Brittany's cheerleading skirt and grazes her bare thighs with her fingernails. She shoots Brittany a smug, dare-you grin every time Brittany has to clutch the blanket with her other hand to keep from whimpering.
Finally, after Coach Sylvester makes them carry that huge trophy into the choir room, Santana brings Brittany straight home with her, tosses her on the bed, jumps on top of her and kisses her silly.
They watch movies and eat popcorn kernels one by one from each other's fingers. They kiss and kiss and kiss until they're sticky and salty and drunk with wanting each other, and the whole time, Santana can't stop smiling.
