Santana put her hands behind her head and leaned into the headboard of Brittany's bed.

"What makes you so sure I like Berry, of all people?" She asked, eying Brittany as she pranced around the room.

"You act so mean to her to cover up your feelings. You sometimes murmur her name in your sleep. You blushed when she took your hand in that last dance number. You-"

Santana quickly cut her off. "Okay, okay. Fine. I like Berry. You happy?"

Brittany squealed and pecked Santana on the lips. "So you'll be okay with all three of us dating?"

Santana sat up straighter and waved her arm between the two of them. "Only if she can handle this."

Brittany smiled and immediately went over to her closet, opening it to reveal the tiny brunette sitting in the corner.

"Berry? What the fuck are you doing here?" Santana got off the bed and dodged Brittany's smirk as Rachel walked over to her.

"I came over via Brittany's request and she instructed me to hide in her closet. I had no reason not to, thus leading me to acquiesce her of that request. So, what's this about you saying my name when you're asleep?"