"It hurts," Brittany mumbled brokenly, looking down at the paper cut on her finger.

Santana took Brittany's hand and placed a gentle kiss onto the cut, causing Brittany to give her a soft smile.

"You always do that," Brittany whispered, "It's so sweet."

Santana shrugged and rolled back her shoulders. She didn't like to think of herself as "sweet", but if that's what Brittany wanted to call her, she didn't mind.

Brittany looked at her with wide blue eyes. "You always have this soft, sweet side around me. How come you never let it show to anyone else?"

Santana knelt beside her and took both of her hands into hers. "Sometimes, Britt, the world isn't what you make it out to be. There's a fine line between good and evil, and I like to think I'm crossing the border. That's where my home is; between the two."

Brittany shook her head. "No, San. Your home's with me. Whether you're mushy or fierce, I can handle all of your sides."

Santana cocked her head to the right. "I guess that's why we're so good together."