Brittany groaned. Her head was thumping, despite being surrounded by a fluffy white pillow that smelled like cinnamon. She rolled into the pillow's soft warmth and attempted to lose consciousness again, but there was a knock at the door.
"Brittany? Are you up?" That's when the blurred memories came rushing back. Brittany gasped and launched upward so fast she felt nauseous. She wiped the stray strands of blonde hair from her face as she searched for her phone, finally finding it in the pants that had been discarded the night before. Brittany read through each and every text message to and from Artie, realizing just what she had done. "Brittany?" That voice called out again, and more memories flooded into her mind. The strange car ride with Mr. Schue, telling Santana she loved her, puking in the flowers...
"Shit." Brittany smacked herself in the forehead. Yes, she meant to break up with Artie and yes, she wanted to tell Santana that she loved her; just not while she was drunk. The door opened, and Santana was standing in the hallway.
"Hey."
"Hey." Brittany rubbed her temples and gave Santana a weak smile. Santana returned the gesture and walked in, sitting on the foot of the bed and handing the blonde a cup of black coffee. "Thanks," Brittany said gratefully, though she grimaced at the strong flavor.
"No problem. So," Santana began, looking down at her bare feet. "Do you remember anything from last night?"
"Pretty much all of it," Brittany said between gulps. She polished off the coffee and took a few deep breaths before climbing back on the bed. She flopped back against the sheets, and Santana followed her, slowly but surely. They laid there, dark eyes meeting blue ones, for what could have been an eternity. "I meant it, you know. Artie and I... I love him. But he's not the one for me."
"W- who is?" Santana asked, hoping she knew the answer.
"You. It was always you."
Santana nodded, but on the inside she was screaming, crying tears of sweet relief and joy. "I love you."
"I love you too." Brittany rolled to the side and kissed Santana's soft cheek. It was a sweet gesture, with hidden passion waiting to be set free. "What do we do now?"
Santana smirked from the kiss, but shrugged in response. "We'll have to tell everyone sooner or later, but for now, we can do whatever we want."
"Whatever we want?" Brittany asked with a laugh. "That sounds awesome." Santana rolled over to meet her this time, and they met with all the passion they could muster in just one brush of their lips.