"...And then she kissed me," Santana said. She was lying on her bed, with her head hanging off the end. "It was..."

"The single greatest moment of your life?" Finn asked. He was busy throwing crunch berries at Santana's face.

"Don't be a jerk."

"I was being serious," Finn said. "It was, wasn't it?"

"It was definitely nice," she said.

"I'm glad you had a nice time." Finn threw the next crunch berry a little harder. "Because I was out seventy bucks for junk food that you just had to have."

"And I thank you from the bottom of my heart."

"It's fine," Finn said. "Because guess who I ran into at the store?"

"Steve Buscemi?

"No."

"The hot weather chick from the morning news?"

"No," Finn said. "Although, that would have been cool, too."

"I give up," Santana said while rolling over. She rested her chin on her folded arms, "Who?"

"Tina."

"Cohen-Chang?" Santana asked. "The firelady that stokes the embers of your heart?"

"Shut up!"

"You lo-ove her," she teased.

"Lopez, c'mon on-"

A knock on the door made them pause.

Finn looked around. "We're both here."

"Other people exist, Finneus," Santana said. She scooted off the bed and headed that way.

Finn popped up, too. He ran past Santana and opened the door first.

"Who's there?" He shouted even though he was already looking at Brittany.

"Oh, hey," Brittany offered a small wave. "I was looking for Santana."

"You came to the right place, then," Finn said. He turned around and then quickly deposited Santana in front of her.

"Excuse him," Santana said.

"He's fine," Brittany chuckled.

"I am," Finn interjected as he scooted past them. He winked at Santana, "Bye Lopez."

"Later, doofus."

"Brittany, good to see you again," Finn called over his shoulder.

"Bye Finn," Brittany watched him head off towards his green Honda. She turned to Santana, "I was hoping I'd catch you."

"You did," Santana grinned at the cuteness that this woman embodied. "Already back for more?"

"More what?" Brittany asked seriously.

"Uh," Santana looked around. "I don't know."

"Of you?"

"Sure."

"Then yes," Brittany said. "I was hoping so anyway."

"You can have more of me," Santana said without so much as flinching. She was proud of that.

Brittany cleared her throat. She scanned over Santana's body. She had answered the door in a tank top and a pair of rolled down, cut off sweats. More Santana, indeed.

Santana noticed her perusal. "You want to come in?"

"Yep!"

Santana led Brittany into her apartment. She plopped into the bean bag chair leaving Brittany the other seat.

"I was hoping to catch you so I could ask you out again," Brittany said. "Maybe try the meal and activity thing."

"I'd love to," Santana nodded so hard she almost gave herself a headache. "Tonight?"

"Kind of has to be. It's my last night here," Brittany imparted. "I fly out tomorrow morning."

"Oh," Santana's stomach dropped. She shifted in the bean bag, suddenly uncomfortable, "Already?"

"My report is finished," Brittany said. "The investigation was pretty light for this one. Some maintenance issues to clear up, definitely, but nothing crazy in-depth."

"Really?" Santana was having trouble finding her voice. "Even when the landing gear falls off? That doesn't warrant a month long inquiry?"

"You would think," Brittany smiled but then shook her head. "No, gotta go back home. As much as I'd like to continue this...what did you say? Inquiry?"

Santana was defeated by this news. She was already preparing herself for the inevitable. "Well, I hope you enjoyed your time here."

"I enjoyed my time with you," Brittany said with a smile.

"I did, too." Her voice was already infused with nostalgia. "We should definitely go out. It will probably be our last opportunity."

"Nah," Brittany waved it off. "Definitely not last."

"Once you leave, though..."

"What do you mean?" Brittany was confused. "You're acting like we'll never see each other again."

"There's no guarantee that we will," Santana said coldly. "That's just the way it is."

"Uh...no," Brittany shook her head. "We can make plans to visit each other."

"Make plans?" Santana laughed humorlessly. "We barely know each other. We met a few days ago."

"So."

"So..." Santana looked at her. "It's not like we can have a relationship."

"Why can't we?"

"Long distance relationships don't work."

"They can."

"No," Santana said with force. "They don't."

"Of course, they do," Brittany said. "What about the book for book club."

"You didn't even read it."

"But Kitty said it had a happy ending."

"Kitty didn't read it either!" Santana argued. "This is real life, Brittany."

"Okay, okay," Brittany said. "I'm sorry...I just...I thought we..."

"We do...we did," Santana said following her thoughts. "But...I'm stuck in Lima and you're about to jet back off to Chicago. Besides, you don't meet someone and automatically fall in love with them. That's ridiculous. You may meet and think they're cute, or they're funny, or you wouldn't mind sharing a pineapple on a hot day. But you don't meet and know that you want to spend the rest of your next fifty years holding their hand or folding their underwear in an instant."

Brittany stared at her, "What?"

"Pineapples are delicious summer treats," Santana said.

Brittany certainly hadn't missed any of what she had said. It seemed like more insight than Santana had intended.

"You just said-"

"That things like that don't happen," Santana said before Brittany could repeat any of that outburst.

Brittany got the message, but she couldn't let one of those things go. "You fold your underwear? Why?"

"The underwear square," Santana stated.

"What the hell happened to you?" Brittany asked.

"Nothing!" Santana said. "I just like my undies to be neat."

"Even if your life is a mess?"

"I like my life," Santana said defensively. "If it's messy, it's because I like it messy."

"Okay," Brittany said sadly. "I didn't mean to to say that."

"My life is messy," Santana admitted. "All the more reason that it would never work."

"Yeah...well, we could be friends then," Brittany said hopefully. "I just met you. I don't want to lose you already."

The thought of being friends with this woman was nearly mortifying. Friends don't touch or kiss. Friends have to be happy for other friends when they find the love of their life. Then, friends have to suffer through all the details of their relationship. Friends have to trudge through double dates while being subject to kissy faces of the perfect couple. Friends have to be the maid of honor and have a front row seat for the most beautiful lesbian wedding to ever hit the Midwest.

"Pfft, friends," Santana grumbled. "I have friends...well, I have Finn. And Kurt. Cedes. And...my instincts say to add my roller derby book club, but my tolerance levels are low with most of those people."

"And me!" Brittany tried to make her understand.

"You won't be here."

"Well, then," Brittany stood. "I guess there's no reason to continue."

"Probably not," Santana breathed. She watched as Brittany left her tiny apartment. "No reason at all."

Brittany had only been gone for five minutes when she searched out her gummy bears.