"Britt, baby, let's go."

Brittany shot up in bed. "Where are we going?" she mumbled. She whipped her head every direction, her eyes still half-closed. "Where am I?"

Santana laughed from where she was at the closet putting on a nice dress for the day. She stopped zipping the dress up midway and walked over to Brittany. "You're in my room, Brittany," she said gently as she cupped Brittany's sleepy face into her hands.

Brittany blinked her tired eyes twice before she slumped forward, dropping her head onto Santana's chest and leaning all her weight on the girl in front of her.

"Whoa," Santana said, bending her knees a little as she supported the entire weight of Brittany's body. After standing still for several moments with no further reactions from Brittany, Santana slowly lifted Brittany's head and peered into her eyes. "Britt-Britt?"

A lazy smile crossed Brittany's face. "Mmm?"

Santana grinned. "Hi."

"Hey," Brittany drawled.

"Do you remember what day it is?"

"Thursday. No, Friday. Wait, Saturday. Or maybe Sunday." Brittany paused. "Sunday," she said again, with more conviction this time.

Santana gazed back at Brittany amusedly. "I didn't mean what day of the week," she finally said. When she noticed Brittany's face fall, she quickly corrected herself. "I mean, you were right. It is Sunday." She smiled. "But, in addition to today being Sunday, do you know what's special about this day?"

Brittany pursed her lips in thought. She looked around the room as her mind scrambled for answers until her eyes fell onto a special photo of Santana and her on Santana's bedside table. Her eyes lit up with realization. "It's our anniversary!"

"Mmmhmm," Santana said with a nod. "And you know what we do on our anniversary?" she asked, her eyebrows raised expectantly.

"We have sex?" Brittany guessed with a brilliant smile, almost absolutely sure that she had the right answer.

"Well…yes, but what else?"

"Erm… We have sex again?"

Santana rolled her eyes. "That's true, too, but what do we do that's not sex-related, Britt?"

Brittany blinked. "Nothing."

"Oh, my God, Brittany! We do a lot of things besides having sex."

"Not really. When we have sleepovers, we have sex. When we dance, we have sex because you get super turned on when I dance. When we sing, we have sex because I get super turned on when you sing. We even had sex in Rachel's car once 'cause you got all hot and bothered by that shrub we drove by." Brittany glanced up at Santana after her short speech delivered in a perfect monotone.

Santana tried to think of a rebuttal for a minute before finally giving up. "Alright, fine," Santana said flatly, "I was just trying to be romantic."

"You don't have to try to be romantic, San. You're always romantic," Brittany said with a smile.

Santana looked away nervously. "Really?"

"Yep. Especially when you're being all shy like that," Brittany said as she tapped Santana's nose a few times.

"Hm."

"And for the record, today's May 26th, the day we graduated when you finally got the guts to make me yours. Besides having lots of great sex on our anniversary, we also go to the playground where we first met when we were five. We tell each other how much we love the other, and then we smile at each other like we've never seen anything more beautiful." Brittany nodded. "And I'm pretty sure a duck fits into the story somewhere," she added.

Brittany curled her body over the bed and reached under it to drag out the duffel bag she brought over for the sleepover. She quickly unzipped it and pulled out a smiley face plush flower. She held it right up to Santana's nose and smiled when she noticed Santana's stunned eyes. "Happy Anniversary, Santana Lopez."