Brittany pushed her back onto the bed. "Uh, B," Santana raised an eyebrow, "I thought you were with Wheels now and didn't want to – "

Brittany plopped down next to her. A determined expression settled onto her face. "S, talk to me."

"'Scuse me? Talk about what?" Uneasy, Santana frowned.

Brittany sighed. "About Rachel," she elaborated.

"Berry? Why would I want to – "

Brittany poked her to shut her up. "You're in love with her," she stated.

Opening her mouth, Santana paused, then slowly closed it. Her shoulders drooped. She nodded. "How did you know?"

"Because I know you, silly."