Prompt From: Brittana For
Santana began to glare softly at the bed and the small, barely visible, initials under each of the markings. She knew that she was going to be the last notch that would ever be carved on Brittany's list for the rest of her life, but it sometimes made her feel insecure. Although, she did know that it was kind of her own fault.
Sex isn't dating.
I'm not making out with you because I'm in love with you.
I'm only here because Puck's in the slammer.
I'm going to write an awesome heterosexual song about Sam.
Santana sighed and began to pick at the small slits that were engraved in the wooden bedpost. She rubbed furiously on them like they would magically disappear if she brushed over them enough… They didn't.