Santana bounced along the hallway and spotted a familiar blonde ponytail just ahead.
"Brittany! Hey, Britt!" she called out, moving faster to catch up to her girlfriend.
Brittany continued walking away. Santana caught up to her and slipped her arm through the taller girl's.
"Hey, I was calling you, what's going on?"
Brittany shrugged Santana's arm off and continued walking. Santana grabbed her elbow and forced Brittany to turn around and face her. Then stopped and stepped back from the look on Brittany's face.
"What do you want, Santana?" Britt's eyes were cold as she snapped at the smaller girl.
"What's wrong, Britt?" Santana's brow furrowed in confusion. She'd never seen Brittany like this.
"Why don't you ask your girlfriend?"
"I … thought I was?"
"Could have fooled me."
"Britt … I have no idea what you're talking about. Talk to me."
"I'm just pissed off that you think it's okay to treat me like that."
Santana was completely blank. She had no idea what she'd done. She did know one thing, though.
"You're not pissed. You're cute when you're angry. This … this is not a Brittany is angry face. This is something I've never seen on you."
"Well, maybe you've just never seen me really pissed." Brittany was trying to maintain her coldness but Santana could see the hurt in her eyes; could see the tears Brittany was desperately fighting back. Santana grabbed Brittany by the wrist and pulled her into an empty classroom.
"Britt … talk to me. Tell me what I did so I can apologize or undo it or whatever I have to do." Santana was getting desperate, her stomach churning and making her feel like she was going to throw up.
"Why don't you go talk to Rachel?" Brittany spat at her, "you seemed to really enjoy that cheating song … and putting her picture in your locker."
The pieces fell into place and Santana's stomach settled a bit. She stepped forward and took one of Brittany's hands in her own, gratified that Brittany didn't pull them away even though Britt refused to look at her. She used her free hand to cup Brittany's cheek and tilt her face up.
"Hey … look at me. The song was just a song … and, cheating aspect aside, it's you I get so emotional about." Santana smirked a bit. "And I saw you filming me."
Brittany's cheeks flushed even as the tears started to fall. Santana stepped forward and cupped Brittany's face with both hands and thumbed away the tears.
"Rachel came up to me after and said a bunch of stuff about how we could have been friends all this time and asked me to put her picture in my locker because you, apparently, can tell a lot about a person by what they have on their locker. You're the one that's been telling me for two years that these people are my friends, my family." Santana shrugged. "That's all it is, Britt. Rachel being Rachel and me accepting the friendship she was offering."
Brittany sniffled. "That's all? Really?"
"Oh, Britt, of course really. I don't know if you know this … but I'm totally in love with the most amazing girl in the world. She's sweet, funny, beautiful, hot, and a genius. She's everything. The weird thing? She seems to like me, too."
Brittany smiled bashfully. "I'm sorry, Santana, I don't know what I was thinking … and she more than likes you."
Santana took another stepped forward and kissed Brittany softly on the lips. Then giggled.
"What's so funny?"
"You," Santana grinned, "you weren't pissed. You were jealous. That's why I didn't recognize the look on your face. You've never been jealous before."
"Shut up, was not," Brittany was blushing furiously, "I didn't like that feeling."
"I promise you, Britt, you never have any reason to ever feel it when it comes to me. I love you."
"I love you, too," Brittany sighed, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend.
As they exited the classroom, hand-in-hand, Santana started laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"So much about this. That you'd be jealous of Berry in the first place is ridiculous. But, seriously, Britt? If I were going to cheat on you – not that I ever would – you really think I wouldn't aim higher than Berry?"
Brittany couldn't contain her own laughter as they continued down the hall to their next class.