"Do you ever think about imprinting?"

Santana lifts her head up from Brittany's chest so she can look at her. Pillow talk with Brittany never fails to surprise her. It's not the most random question that she's ever asked her, but it still makes her frown. "You mean like in Twilight?"

"Yeah."

She can't say that she has. She can't say she's spent much time thinking about Twilight at all in fact. Other than thinking how crap it is. "What about it?"

"Do you think it really happens?"

She's not sure if Brittany's only talking about imprinting or about the whole vampire and werewolf thing in general. Her answer's the same either way. "I don't think so, Britt. It's just a story."

"Oh." She sounds disappointed by that, and she wonders if maybe she should have just lied, but whilst she won't go out of her way to shatter any of Brittany's more bizarre beliefs, she's always made a point of only telling the truth whenever she's asked for her opinion on something.

"Why?"

"No reason." She feels her shrug against her. "I just think it's kinda cool. The idea that you find your soulmate and instantly have this like awesome bond with them, can read them so completely, and you know exactly what they want, how to make them happy. It's not important though."

She settles back down against Brittany's chest. She's not sure if this conversation is over or not, but something about the way Brittany's hand is stroking up and down her arm tells her that she's still thinking about it though. She sits up slightly, and shifts back so she can rest her head in her hand and stare down at her. She rests her hand on Brittany's bare stomach, lightly tracing circles there with her finger tips. "Britt, this isn't your way of telling me that you're actually a werewolf and have imprinted on me, is it?"

Brittany just smiles at her, then leans up to capture her lips with hers, placing a hand on the back of her neck to pull her in to deepen the kiss.

When they finally break apart, Brittany just shakes her head slightly, and that smile is now more of a smirk.

Santana swallows. "You know, it makes me nervous when you do that."

"Do what?"

"Kiss me so I won't notice that you're avoiding answering a question."

"Didn't work this time though, huh?"

"Well, we were talking about Twilight, and it's kinda hard to forget that when I suddenly have all these thoughts about Kristen Stewart in my head."

That wipes the smirk off Brittany's face. "Kristen Stewart? Seriously?"

"Think there's anything you can do about that?"

Brittany pulling her back down tells her that she's at least going to try.

Sometimes Santana likes being the big spoon, and on those rare occasions, Brittany will usually indulge her. But not tonight. She hasn't even gotten her breath back fully before Brittany is rolling them onto their sides, and wrapping an arm around her chest, pulling her back until she's pressed flush against her, until she can feel Brittany's heartbeat, feel every breath she takes.

She flinches slightly as Brittany's lips ghost over her shoulder, where she's sure there'll be more than one angry bruise tomorrow.

"Don't know about a werewolf, Britt. I think you think you're a fucking vampire."

"Sorry." She winces again as Brittany kisses her shoulder again. "Except I'm not sorry. I like it, that I can mark you like this. It reminds me that you're mine."

She shivers at Brittany's words, and she feels her pulse quicken. Jealous, possessive Brittany. That's new, and not entirely unwelcome.

"That this body belongs to me." Fingers brush along her collarbone, then drop lower until Brittany is cupping her left breast. She somehow manages to bite back her moan as Brittany squeezes gently. She can't hold back the second one though when that hand moves to her other breast. "Even if nobody else knows it, I do."

When that hand trails lower, her eyes close and she can't stop her hips from bucking forward. "Fuck."

"And this?" Again Brittany kisses her handiwork, on her shoulder, on her neck. "This is proof of that."

She's a little disappointed when Brittany stills her movements, and just brings her arm back to rest across her chest.

"Do you ever think that we're not like other couples?"

She can't help tensing at the question. Of course she does. Isn't that exactly why she's still insisting on keeping all of this a secret? She can't bring herself to say anything though. Hopefully if she stays silent then Brittany will let the issue drop.

"The others, everything's always this big drama for them, you know? They're always falling out, always acting like being in a relationship is hard work. Why aren't we like that?"

She rolls over so that they're face to face, so she can try and get a better read on what Brittany is getting at here. "Wait, you're upset that we don't fight all the time?"

Brittany only shrugs.

"Babe, trust me, it's a good thing that we don't. Besides there's much better ways for us to spend our time together than arguing."

"So you're saying they argue so much because they're not having enough sex?"

She shudders at the images that conjures up. Brittany might have a point but the sex lives of her fellow glee clubbers is not something she wants to give much thought to. "All I know is I wouldn't trade what we have with any of them."

Brittany appears to be searching her eyes for something. "I dunno, Santana. I just can't help feeling that it shouldn't be this easy. There's never a single moment that I don't want to spend time with you, that I'm not more concerned with how you feel about something than my own feelings, about doing every single thing I can to make sure you're happy, pleasing you in any way I can." She sighs. "Why is it like that for us, but not for anyone else?"

Now she can kind of see why Brittany brought up imprinting earlier, and maybe she had something with that theory. "Maybe that's just what happens when you're lucky enough to meet your..." She trails off, suddenly not even sure of the word she's looking for.

Brittany nudges her. "Soulmate?"

She scrunches her nose at that word. "Too cliched."

"Lobster?"

She shakes her head.

"Mate?"

That one sends a jolt through her body, and she's sure Brittany's eyes have darkened.

Brittany shifts ever so closer to her, so close that their noses are touching. "Then what?"

She searches Brittany's face, hoping to find the answer there, and she does. "Everything. You're all those and more. You're my everything."

She guesses that must have been the right answer as Brittany's lips are once again on hers.

Rachel finds them in the library. She's quite impressed actually with how quickly she's been able to track them down. Her sixth sense must have played some part in this as the library is the last place she would have expected them to be hanging out. They're not studying though, so all is right with the world. Instead she finds them at one of the back tables, sat side by side. Santana is flipping through a magazine, while Brittany, well Brittany appears to be drawing on Santana's arm.

She can't make out from here what exactly she is drawing on Santana's wrist, but whatever it is it has her full attention, her tongue sticking out in concentration as she works on her masterpiece.

Santana for the most part seems completely unfazed by the whole thing, which tells her that this is not a rare occurrence, that it's completely normally for Brittany to mark her like this. However her eyes do occasionally drift over to fall on the pen currently working into her, her forehead creasing slightly as if she's trying to work out just what exactly is being branded onto her skin.

As she stands watching them, she almost reconsiders disturbing them, but she shakes it off. She's on a mission, and she will complete that mission. She walks over to the table, confidently, because she is not scared of Santana Lopez, no, not at all. She pulls out a chair and sits down opposite them.

At first her presence is only met with surprise, but then there's that familiar flash of anger in Santana's eyes. "What the hell do you want, Frodo?"

"I thought Rachel was Bilbo?" Brittany carefully lifts the pen tip off Santana's skin, and as soon as she does so, Santana pulls her arm free of hers, folding her arms, a scowl on her face.

"Like there's a difference. A hobbit's a hobbit, isn't it?"

Brittany sits back in her chair as if thinking about that, and Rachel knows she needs to do what she came here to do before she finds herself listening to some sort of debate about fictional creatures.

"I brought you something." She slides the CD she'd been clutching across the table, placing it in front of Santana.

Santana makes no move to touch it, in fact she's looking at it as if it might explode at any second. "What the hell is this?"

"It's a copy of the original Broadway Cast Recording of West Side Story." Rehearsals aren't going as well as she'd like, and as the lead it is her duty to help everyone to give the best performance they can. And so she has been distributing copies of this album to her fellow cast members.

"I can see what it is, Berry. But why are you giving it to me?"

"In the hope that it will inspire you, that it will help you to become Anita when you're up on that stage. I find listening to this essential to finding my Maria."

Santana stares at her, but then with one finger pushes the album back across the table to her. "Well, I'm good, thanks."

Rachel's trying to work out why she's turning down her gift, when Brittany speaks. "It sucks."

"I'm sorry?"

"It sucks. The Broadway Revival Cast Recording kicks its ass."

"And just why exactly?"

"Because Karen Olivo." Brittany says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world, looks at her like she's stupid for not knowing this information.

She looks across at Santana, who only shrugs. "Have to admit, that bitch is fierce."

"And hot."

"You just have a thing for awesome Latina women."

"You know it's true."

As she watches their back and forth, the fond smile Santana is giving Brittany, she feels like she's missing something obvious here, but again it's just something that would distract her from her mission, and she can't afford that. They're running out of time before opening night and well if that means she has to abandon the OBC for a revival production, well she can work with that. "Well the Revival recording does have it's plus points, and if that's the interpretation of Anita you wish to go with then I respect your decision."

"Please tell me that means you're going to leave me alone?"

"You know I'm a little surprised to find that you're familiar with musical theatre. I wouldn't have thought it was your kind of thing."

"That's a no, isn't it?"

"Santana likes In The Heights."

"Britt!"

"What?" Brittany shrugs. "You do. And she would totally make a kickass Vanessa."

"Shut up, Britt."

Rachel studies Santana, sizing her up as she takes in this new information that Santana Lopez might just have a little Broadway knowledge tucked away. As she looks at her, she can actually see Brittany's point. "She's right, you know? The role of Vanessa is perfect for you. I also have always thought you'd make a solid Mimi in Rent."

Santana frowns at her. "That'd better not be another stripper comment, Bilbo."

She shakes her head. "I was just saying that whilst it's a part that I feel I may struggle with, it would be suited to your strengths."

"Because I would have no trouble at all playing a drug addled stripper?"

Rachel swallows, suddenly very glad for the table that's between them. Although she isn't one hundred percent certain that Santana isn't about to launch herself over it to get to her. "No, no, I was just pointing out that it's more suited to your voice type, rather than mine." She really wishes she knew where she'd gone wrong with this compliment, that somehow she's only succeeded in insulting Santana.

Suddenly Brittany laughs and thankfully Santana turns her attention to her instead. "Got something you want to add, Britt?"

"I was just trying to picture Rachel wearing the Out Tonight outfit."

She's not sure if she's supposed to be offended by that or not.

"Well don't." Santana turns back to her now, looking her up and down. "God, Britt. Thank you so much for putting that image into my head."

Brittany soon stops laughing when she notices that Santana isn't doing the same, and she frowns, something in her eyes that Rachel can't quite read. If she didn't know better she'd have sworn it looked like jealousy. She can't afford to spend time pondering over it though, she still has other members of the cast to hunt down and help.

"Anyway, I take it I will see you both at rehearsal this afternoon?"

She gets no answer from either of them, so she quickly stands, making sure she takes her CD with her. She'll just give the spare copy to Rory, he can always use the extra help anyway.

Something makes her stop in the stacks though a short distance away from them and turn back to watch them.

Brittany is reaching out for Santana's arm, fingers wrapping around her wrist, pulling it back towards her, pen in her hand. Santana shakes her off though, folding her arms once more.

"But San, I didn't get to finish."

Santana lets out a huff, but does stretch out her arm and allows Brittany to continue.

Brittany manages to catch up to Santana in the girl's bathroom, where she finds her fixing her makeup.

"You didn't say much."

Santana keeps her back to her, though her eyes do meet hers in the mirror. "In Rachel's little group therapy session? I warned her not to sleep with Finn. What else was there to say?"

She leans against the wall. "Was it really that bad?"

"With Finn?" Santana continues to reapply her lipstick. "Does it matter?" Her eyes seem to be searching her for something, but Brittany finds she has no idea as to what.

"Yeah. I think it does." She moves closer to her. "Because we never really talked about it."

"That's cause there wasn't anything to talk about."

She disagrees, but she can see the walls come up, can see Santana shutting her out, and she doesn't like it. Something tells her that night is still burned into Santana's memory. It's certainly still burned into hers, and she was only there for the aftermath. Santana crawling in her window after it was all done. Her pressing her lips, her body against hers, as if trying to get rid of the feel of him. Then of her stopping, pulling away, crying, breaking down right there in her bedroom, and all she could do was watch, too consumed by the guilt that she's the one who had suggested this in the first place to be able to comfort her. "I just..."

"I don't want to talk about it." The way Santana whips around to face her, the harshness of her tone, makes Brittany take a step away from her. Instantly there's regret in her eyes, and she sags against the sinks. "Sorry, I'm sorry, okay? But please, Brittany, just drop it. Please?"

She's across the room in seconds and pulling Santana into a hug. "I'm sorry. We don't have to talk about it. It's okay, it's okay."

They stay like that until the bell rings.

Santana somehow manages to avoid her for the rest of the day. Even going to so far as to arrange for Mike to drive her home, him just telling her that Santana had said she had something she needed to do.

Brittany knows exactly what she's doing. She doesn't trust that she'll let this whole Finn thing go, and so isn't giving her the chance to even try and force her to talk about it again.

So now she's sat alone in her room, staring at her cellphone, hoping that Santana will at least text her, even if it's nothing more than one of those Did you see what Rachel was wearing today texts, that they still send sometimes.

"Do you know what the worst part was?"

She jumps when she hears Santana's voice. She hadn't even heard Santana enter her room, so is more than a little surprised to look up to find her standing in the doorway.

"It wasn't his hands on me, it wasn't knowing how wrong it all felt. It wasn't even having to do all the work while he just fumbled his way through it." Santana winces, as if reliving it as she speaks. She wants to go to her, but doesn't even dare move for fear of interrupting her. "No, the worst part? Was afterwards, when he told me he felt nothing, because it meant nothing, because I meant nothing."

Santana's never told her that before, and she suddenly hates Finn Hudson a little bit, well more than a little, hates that he could let Santana give herself to him, then make her feel worthless for doing so. She also knows now that Finn Hudson must be the stupidest person she knows. That he could be with this amazing beautiful girl in front of her and not realise how lucky he is to have that chance. Even Puck made her feel wanted every time he was with her, if not loved, but stupid Finn Hudson couldn't even do that.

"And he was right."

She wants to scream at her that he wasn't, wishes so desperately that her time machine actually worked and she could go back and stop that night from ever happening. She's worked so hard to make Santana believe that she is important, that she does matter, and that all those guys who have dared to make her think otherwise are all just idiots. She still refuses to believe that though. Santana still has it too ingrained in her to never believe what people tell her, even if that person is her. So she tries a different track. "I'm sorry."

Santana frowns at her, as if she isn't quite sure what she's apologising for.

"I'm sorry because if it weren't for me telling you to sleep with him then it wouldn't have happened. I should have stopped it, should have never pushed you to do that. I'm so sorry."

Santana enters the room, sitting down beside her on the bed. "It was my mistake, Britt. I've never once blamed you for it."

"You should."

Santana shakes her head, and reaches out, taking one of her hands in hers. "It happened. I can't change that. I wish I could change a lot of things that happened back then, but it's just another thing that I have to live with." She rests her head on Brittany's shoulder. "B, I have to ask though. What ever made you think that taking his virginity would mean he'd suddenly be crazy about me?"

She doesn't want to answer her, but knows she has to, Santana has already opened up to her so much tonight, now it's her turn. "Because that's what happened with me. I just figured it would be the same for anyone who was lucky enough to have you as their first."

Santana's mouth drops open, and she knows she's trying to process this information. "But..." She shifts slightly. "You never said." She turns now so that she's facing her. "Shit, Britt, why didn't you say? If I'd have known then..."

"Then what? It wouldn't have happened? Don't say that, don't ever say that, because I'm glad it happened. I have never regretted it, never."

"But if you'd told me, I dunno, maybe I could have tried to make it more romantic. At least lit a candle or something."

"Was your first time romantic?" She feels more than sees Santana tense, can feel the fight or flight response kick in, can feel it in every fiber of Santana, and she knows once again that that isn't a question she is going to get an answer to right now, if she ever does. "My point is, it doesn't matter. What difference would a few candles have really made?"

Santana doesn't look convinced. "But it should have been special, Britt. It should have been special."

"Santana, it was special. It was with you. It was amazing. You were amazing."

Santana scoffs. "Amazing? Oh please, I couldn't stop my hands from shaking, I was that nervous."

"That kinda made it even better. That you cared enough to be nervous."

"I still sometimes get nervous." Santana's voice is small, and she looks away as she speaks. "You're so perfect, and flawless, that sometimes I look at you and think..."

Brittany doesn't let her finish that sentence, doesn't want to listen to her put herself down again, so instead she kisses her, kisses her again and again until when she does pull away, Santana's breathing is heavier, her lips swollen.

She scooches backwards on the bed, pulling Santana with her, until their backs are leaning against the wall, and Santana is curled into her side.

They sit like that for a while and Santana is so still, that she starts to think maybe she's fallen asleep. Apparently not though. "Does it bother you? That you weren't my first?" Santana doesn't look at her when she asks.

She knows this isn't the time for lies. "Yeah, it does." When Santana pulls away from her, her head down, her eyes starting to water, she knows she needs to explain. "It bothers me because your first time should have been with someone that loves you. Someone that would have used it to show you how awesome you are. Someone that would have made you realise how important you are, and shown you how lucky they felt that you would share yourself with them like that. It should have been perfect." She takes Santana's hand in her own. "It should have been everything that mine was."

Santana's arms are around her now, and she's burying her head in her chest. She's trying to hold back the sobs, but she isn't succeeding. Brittany just shifts them so that they're lying down, and just holds her until the crying stops. Once again she thinks Santana has fallen asleep, but then she lifts her head up. "Britt?"

"Yeah?"

"I really wish you'd been my first."

"Me too, Santana, me too."