"You need to stop looking at me like that." Santana doesn't mean to snap at Brittany, she really doesn't, and as usual she regrets it immediately. But it's just that she's been on the receiving end of that same look all day and she thinks it's only natural that eventually she wasn't going to be able to take it any longer.

Brittany leans back against the lockers, her eyes darting around the hallway, for what Santana doesn't know. "Like what?"

"Like you expect me to break apart at any second."

Brittany drops her gaze down to the floor. "Well I would ask if you were okay, but that only seems to make you mad lately."

Santana slams her locker shut. "Is it any wonder? It gets a little annoying when people are constantly asking you that." Brittany looks up now and as Santana had expected there's a flash of hurt in her eyes. Santana sighs. "I'm sorry, B. I'm just a little on edge after this morning." Everybody seems to be either giving her pitying looks or staring at her in silent judgment. Or not so silent in some cases.

"Who was he? The jerk that was hassling you." As usual Brittany seems to automatically know what she's thinking.

"Some sophomore from the rugby team." Santana shrugs. "You know until today I didn't even know McKinley had a rugby team. But apparently it's now open season on Santana Lopez, and all these assholes who wouldn't have even dared talk to me before, think they can come up to me and start giving me shit." She walks down the hallway, Brittany falling into step beside her. "And what do I do? I fucking freeze, and have to be rescued by Rachel Berry and the PowerPuff Girls."

"Best Band Name Ever." Brittany's smile quickly turns into a frown. "Wait, which one am I? I'm totally Bubbles, right?"

"Babe, you're way too cool to be any of the PowerPuff Girls, and you know it."

Brittany looks a little disappointed to hear that, but seems to quickly shake it off. "You'd tell me right, if anyone else was giving you trouble?" She grabs Santana's arm, stopping her in the middle of the hallway. "Because you know I've got your back and I'd take them all out if you wanted me to. Teachers, students, even the Glee Club. I'd kill every single one of them if you asked me to."

For once Santana can't quite tell if Brittany is joking or not so she pulls her into the nearest empty classroom. "Listen, much as I appreciate the offer, I do not want you committing mass murder in my name, okay? Or arranging for anyone to meet with an accident." She thinks it's best to get that clear, just in case Brittany is being serious. "Promise me there'll be no Sneaky Brittany over this."

"But it's not fair that they're allowed to get away with it."

Santana sits down on one of the desks. "No, it's not, but it doesn't mean I want you going all Dexter on me, because we both know you'd only end up wanting my help disposing of the bodies, and Britt, I'm really not good with blood or decaying corpses. So let's not go down the serial killer route, okay?"

Brittany moves closer to her, shaking her head and smiling slightly. "It's cute how you pretend to be such a badass, but you're really like the most squeamish person I know." Brittany slides her arms around her waist and kisses her. Santana knows she's only doing it so she forgets to be offended by that comment, and they both know it will work.

When she pulls away, Brittany stays where she is. Santana can feel her fingers drawing patterns across her lower back, and she knows Brittany is trying to work up the nerve to say something.

She places her arms around Brittany's neck, pulling her closer. "Just say it."

Brittany inhales slowly before speaking. "I won't ever forgive him for what he's done to you, Santana. I know you have, but I can't. I'm sorry."

She knows she's talking about Finn. He's the one topic of conversation that they've been making a point to avoid, but she should have known that couldn't go on forever. "Britt..."

"I hate him. I've never hated anyone as much as I hate him, and I know you asked me to let it go, but I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that I can't seem to do that for you. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to do that." Brittany's eyes are starting to water and Santana quickly starts to wipe the tears away with her thumbs.

"Shh, it's okay." Santana pulls her into a hug, wrapping her arms around her. "It's okay for you to feel like that."

Brittany slips out of her grip, moving over to the other side of the room, putting some distance between them, and not just physically. "But then why do you not hate him? How come you could forgive him so easily, but I can't?"

"You think it was easy for me to do that?" A shrug is the only answer she gets. "Believe me, Britt, it wasn't easy." She slides off the desk and takes a few steps towards Brittany, but stops when she backs away. "I hated him so much at first. I must have plotted hundreds of ways for him to meet his demise." She's not exaggerating there, she was writing them down at one point. "But eventually I realised he wasn't worth it. He wasn't worth all the energy I was wasting on hating him. And then when he tried to make things right, even if he completely missed the point and this whole week has been more than a little offensive, he still did try, and that has to count for something, doesn't it?"

Brittany shakes her head. "No. It doesn't."

"And like I said, it's okay for you to feel like that." Santana tries to close the distance between them again and thankfully this time Brittany lets her. "But I had to let it go. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have been able to deal with everything else. Can you understand that?" She's asking a lot from Brittany, as she doesn't fully understand it herself. By all rights, she should hate Finn Hudson, but yet she doesn't.

"No, I don't understand it, I don't understand it at all, but if that's how you feel, then I'll accept that." Brittany finally makes eye contact with her, and Santana takes that as a sign that she can hug her again. She's more than a little aware of the open door though and keeps it brief, pulling away after a few seconds.

Brittany still looks upset, so Santana feels a change of subject is in order. "So how bout Lady Hummel, huh? Never thought he would have the balls to pull a stunt like rigging an election."

Well so much for that plan, as she only succeeds in making Brittany look even more upset. "Do you think he did it?"

"Figgins seems to think so."

Brittany doesn't look convinced. "Why would Kurt do something like that though?"

"Babe, because he knew it was the only way in hell he had a chance of beating you."

"You really think that?"

Santana shrugs. Of course she does. "You're awesome. He's not. No way you weren't going to win this thing." That at least earns her a small smile. "Now come on, lets get out of here. You know I don't like spending any longer than I have to in this stupid school. Even if it is in your company." She starts towards the door, but Brittany snakes an arm around her waist and pulls her back.

"Santana, are you sure you don't want me to come with you to your Abuela's tonight? I don't have to come inside. I can wait in the car again."

Santana hesitates before answering. "You don't have to do that."

"I want to go with you."

"We've talked about this. I need to do this on my own. I need to prove that I can do that much." Santana reaches out and places a hand on Brittany's cheek, softly caressing the skin with her thumb. "And I'll be fine. It's sweet, but you have to stop worrying about me all the time."

"I'm allowed to worry about you, Santana. In fact I'm supposed to worry about you. Isn't it kinda my job as your girlfriend?"

"Well you don't need to worry about this. I can do this."

"I know you can, but San, you were nearly having panic attacks about telling your parents, and this is your Abuela we're talking about. I'm going to worry." Brittany takes hold of her hand, lacing their fingers together.

"I'll be fine. I'll call you right after I'm done, okay?"

"You'd better."

Santana nods. "I will. And trust me, Britt, if my parents didn't freak out over all this, then Abuela won't, right? I mean she's way cooler than they are."

"Have you talked to them today?"

"Why would I?" She knows it's only Brittany, and she has no reason to get defensive over the question, but old habits die hard. "They're always busy after they get back from a trip anyway. I don't want to be bothering them for no reason."

"Why are you still so scared to talk to them?" She should have known Brittany wouldn't believe any excuses that she came up with. "They were cool about it."

She doesn't think cool is the right word for it. "Brittany, I don't have the kind of relationship with them that you have with your parents. We don't talk about this kind of thing in my family. Hell, we don't talk about anything in my family. You know that."

Brittany doesn't say anything, just lets her continue.

"You know it's stupid. I think I must've spent far too much time with Berry during those West Side Story rehearsals, because I couldn't get this stupid song out of my head, and I don't even know why. I mean I wasn't exactly going to come out to them through song, was I? But it still kept playing over and over in my mind. That's how convinced I was that they were going to kick me out the second I told them."

"But they didn't." Brittany places her hands around her waist, locking them at the small of her back, and Santana wonders if she's doing that because she's worried she might bolt at any second.

"No, they didn't. And I guess it's because of that all this doesn't feel quite real. What if last night was a dream and I've still got to tell them? It makes more sense than them being even remotely okay with it, doesn't it?"

"It wasn't a dream, Santana."

Part of her knows that, but there's another part, the cynical part of her that won't quite let her fully believe it. "I'm just not ready to talk to them yet. Let me deal with my Abuela first."

"Okay."

She's surprised Brittany lets it go so easily. "Okay, so I'll drop you off at home and then get this over with." She holds out a hand to Brittany and when she takes it, she starts to tug her towards the door, but Brittany refuses to move.

"You should sing it in Glee club."

"What?"

Brittany shrugs. "The song that was stuck in your head. They're expecting you to sing tomorrow, right? So maybe it'd help if you sung that song."

She's not sure she'd be able to do that. Get up there and sing anything even remotely linked to how she's feeling right now. She doesn't want another argument with Brittany though, so instead she just nods. "We'll see."

It needs to stop raining. It needs to stop raining because Jeff Pierce really doesn't like the rain, and that should be reason enough, right? He doesn't have something against all kinds of rain, after all a little light drizzle never hurt anyone. But the kind of rain they're getting tonight, where it's bouncing off the pavements, well that makes him nervous.

It had been raining like this when at age eighteen he drove his truck off the road, resulting in a dislocated knee and the end of his football career.

It had been raining like this when at age twenty his parent's farm had been practically destroyed by fire, flood and a minor tornado.

And it had been raining like this when at age thirty-five he'd gotten stuck in gridlocked traffic trying to drive Cathy to the hospital after she went into labour three weeks early, and he'd had to deliver Ashley in the back of the car with the help of only an off-duty EMT and a kindergarten teacher.

So he thinks it's only normal for him to be nervous when the weather gets like this. Cathy tuts at him as he paces the room again, but she doesn't look up from her book. He crosses over to the window and pushes the blinds back so he can see outside. It still hasn't eased off, in fact he thinks it might even be coming down harder than before.

That's when he spots Santana's car parked at the bottom of the driveway. With the weather he can't tell if there's anyone inside or not. Today had been one of those rare occasions that Brittany had come home from school alone. He hadn't thought anything of it at the time, but suddenly he gets a bad feeling. His daughter had been awfully quiet and subdued during dinner, and that plus Santana's absence should have told him there was something wrong. He turns to his wife. "Cath, is Santana upstairs with Brittany?"

She looks up, and frowns. "If she is, she didn't use the door."

That doesn't mean anything. Santana is more than capable of gaining access to his daughter's room by climbing the tree that stands conveniently outside Brittany's window. They'd discovered that five years ago, the night that Santana had slipped and fallen into their front yard, taking out half of his prized Tulips in the process. That was also the night that he'd discovered that her parents had left their thirteen year old daughter home alone while they attended a fund-raiser in Columbus. And so it was him that had to spend the evening at the Emergency Room with two terrified teenagers, Brittany had been more scared about the damage than Santana and had refused to leave her side. And it was him that had to explain to the Lopezes the next day just why their daughter had a broken arm.

It still hadn't stopped Santana from using that tree to enter the house though, no matter how many times they've insisted she was always welcome here, and doesn't need to sneak inside. He glances out the window towards the tree. He should have cut that thing down. "I'll just go check they're okay."

"Jeff, leave them alone."

He can't. That bad feeling won't go away and he needs to know that they're both upstairs and nobody is physically injured. "Relax, I'll knock. I'm not stupid enough to go barging in on them." He really isn't. After all who knows what he might walk in on. He wonders if maybe that's something they need to look at now Brittany and Santana are official. Maybe lay down some ground rules concerning sleepovers. "I'm just going to see if Santana's up there." His wife only rolls her eyes at him, but doesn't say anything else so he takes that as permission to go and makes his way upstairs.

Brittany's bedroom door is ajar, but he knocks anyway, just in case. He finds both of his daughters in his eldest's room, sprawled out on Brittany's bed watching some Disney movie that he probably ought to know the title of, but there's no Santana. Neither of them react to his presence, nothing unusual in that. Ashley is focused on the TV screen, but Brittany has her cellphone in her hand and is staring at it as if by doing so it will do something.

He leans in the doorway. "Brittany, is everything okay?" She looks at him as if he's stupid for asking that after everything that's happened. He quickly amends his statement. "I mean between you and Santana. You haven't had a fight or anything?" He can't think of any other reason why Santana wouldn't have come inside.

Brittany sits up now. "No, everything's fine. Why?"

"It's just she's sitting outside in her car, and she usually only does that when you two aren't speaking to one another."

Brittany's on her feet and pushing past him before he even has chance to move out of her way. "Wear a jacket if you're going out there in this weather." He moves over to the top of the stairs and shouts after her disappearing form, "At least put some shoes on." He's not really surprised when she ignores him.

"Is Santana okay?"

He turns around to find Ashley hovering behind him. "What makes you ask that?" He's not really sure how much she understands about what's been happening over this past week, or if she even knows that Brittany and Santana are more than just friends. He's also not sure he's the best person to start trying to explain it to her if she doesn't.

Ashley shrugs. "She's always crying now. It's weird."

He agrees with her there. "She'll be fine."

Ashley doesn't look convinced but she walks back into Brittany's room and flops back down on the bed.

He heads downstairs to find Cathy waiting for him in the hallway. "What is going on?"

Brittany has left the front door wide open and he walks over to it so he can see outside, not that there's anything to see except Santana's car sitting out there in the rain. "Something's happened." He can't tell her more than that as he knows about as much as she does.

"With her parents?" Cathy stands beside him. "But Brittany said last night that they'd taken it better than everyone had expected."

"Maybe she was lying. Maybe they changed their minds. I don't know, but something's happened." He starts to step outside but Cathy places a hand on his arm.

"Let Brittany handle it. They'll come to us if they need us."

He sighs but does as she asks and follows her back into the living room. He doesn't sit though, just paces. He knows it's annoying Cathy, but he can't sit. He doesn't like when his family is hurting and there isn't anything he can do about it. He decides to instead concentrate on something he can do something about. "Do you think we need to stop Santana staying over in Brittany's room now?"

Cathy had gone back to her book, but closes it now, and gives him an incredulous look.

He sits down quickly, wanting to avoid getting into too much trouble here. "I don't mean right now this second obviously. But after everything has settled down? Don't we need to at least pretend to be responsible parents where our daughter is concerned? Otherwise aren't we condoning them having sex under our roof?"

Cathy folds her arms. "You don't think it's a little late for that? And I seem to remember you telling Santana you had no problem if she wanted to move in here."

He did, and he still doesn't, but he had meant move into the spare room, not into his daughter's bedroom. "I just think it's something we need to think about. Otherwise we're setting a precedent. And then what happens when Ashley wants to have boyfriends, or girlfriends stay over? All we'll get from her is, but you let Brittany. And then what do we do? Let her have whoever she wants sleep in her bed?"

She sighs. "I think this is a discussion for later, Jeff." That's as close as she'll get to admitting he has a point, and it's good enough for him.

He gets to his feet and crosses over to the window. "This is getting ridiculous. They can't sit out there all night."

"Do you want to go tell them that?"

He doesn't really want to go out there in the rain, but hey, if he has to be the one to step up, then so be it. He heads for the front door, Cathy following after him.

"Jesus, Jeff, I wasn't being serious."

He knows she wasn't, but the girls have been out there a while. Besides he wants to know what's happened, then maybe he can do something about it. He steps outside and Cathy doesn't follow him. As he jogs across the lawn, he wishes he'd taken his own advice and put on a jacket. Once he reaches the car, he knocks on the passenger window then waits a full thirty seconds, hoping that'll be enough warning for them to make themselves decent if they need to.

He opens the door to find Santana sitting in Brittany's lap, head buried into Brittany's neck, sobs shaking her body. Brittany is holding onto her so tight that her knuckles seem to have turned white, but she doesn't seem to be having any luck in getting Santana to stop crying. Or maybe this is an improvement, a thought that scares him a little. "What happened?" He crouches down at the side of the car.

Brittany shifts slightly, turning her head to glance at him, but her attention is soon back on Santana. "Her Abuela happened."

He's met the Lopez matriarch only once, but Santana talks about her enough that he has a pretty good idea of what she's like, and of how much Santana has always looked up to her. "Let's get her inside."

Brittany nods and with some difficulty as Santana won't let go of her, they manage to make it back to the house. Brittany tries to take Santana upstairs but he guides them into the living room instead, where Brittany sits Santana down on the sofa.

He hangs back, having no idea what to do to help. Cathy seems to have made herself scarce and he wanders through into the kitchen in search of her. He finds her making cocoa. When he enters, she asks, "How bad is it?"

"Looks like she told her grandmother."

"And it didn't go well." It's not a question. "Jeff, how much more is that girl going to have to go through in one week?"

He moves to stand behind her and slides his arms around her waist, squeezing her gently. "Hey, she's strong. She'll get through this. We'll make sure of it."

She nods. "Why don't you go see if they need anything?"

He returns to the other room to find they've moved now, Brittany now sitting with her back against the sofa, Santana curled into her side. Santana seems to have finally been able to stop crying, and they're now talking in hushed whispers, and he suddenly no longer wants to interrupt. He can't seem to bring himself to leave either though.

Brittany is stroking Santana's hair. "I'm so sorry, San. I should never have let you go alone. I should insisted on coming with you."

He can only just make out Santana's voice when she answers. "I thought it'd be okay, you know? I thought she loved me enough that it'd be okay. I mean if my parents didn't disown me, I didn't think she'd..." She doesn't get any further as she starts crying again.

Brittany pulls her closer and kisses her forehead. He takes that as his cue to go, knowing that they don't need him right now, not when they have each other.

"Who would have thought Rachel Berry would have been the one to stuff the ballot boxes? I always knew she was a conniving little bitch." Santana's grinning and she's taking far more satisfaction in this than Brittany likes. "And she's not allowed to compete at Sectionals? I really need to send Figgins a thank you card."

Brittany collapses face down onto her bed. It's been a long day. A long week in fact. And even though she should be excited about her win in the election, it's only now hit her that Senior Class President actually comes with a few more responsibilities than she had expected, and she's suddenly not sure if she wants them. For one thing it will mean her having less time to spend with Santana, and she's really not okay with that.

At the moment however, her girlfriend is far too busy gloating about Rachel Berry to pay much attention to her. "Normally I would have been impressed that she'd do something like this, but not when she tries to screw over my girl. She's just lucky Figgins got to her first and did such an awesome job of making her cry, or else I'd have gone all Lima Heights on her hobbit ass."

Brittany just buries her face in the pillow. She figures Santana will get bored of talking about Rachel Berry eventually. She got bored of hearing about her two hours ago.

"Though I have to admit that I'm a little disappointed we won't get to beat her at Sectionals. And of course, when we win, we'll have months of listening to the rest of New Directions complaining that the only reason the Trouble Tones won was because they didn't have Rachel on their team."

She groans into the pillow.

Brittany feels the bed dip as Santana sits down beside her. "And you're not even listening to me, are you?"

"I'm listening." She is. She might not care about anything Santana is saying, but she's still listening. It's not like she'd ever ignore Santana. It doesn't mean she's going to lift her head up or open her eyes any time soon though.

She feels Santana place a hand on her back, fingers running gently up and down her spine. "You're exhausted. Maybe I should go stay at my house for tonight. Let you get some sleep."

Brittany mumbles her protest when she feels the hand move away. Then Santana leans down to press her lips to the top of her head. "Get some rest, Britt Britt. I'll see you tomorrow."

Those words register and she doesn't like them. She shoots an arm out to grab at whatever part of Santana she can to stop her leaving. She probably should have opened her eyes first though as her hand only seems to have found Santana's breast.

Santana laughs. "B, if you wanted to cop a feel, you only had to ask."

That hadn't been the plan, but hey, she isn't about to waste the opportunity so she allows her hand to stay where it is. "Don't want you to go."

"So what, you want me to sit here and watch you sleep?"

"Yeah."

"That will feel a little creepy."

"Don't care." Brittany settles back down, closing her eyes once more.

"You gonna move your hand at all?"

"Nope."

"So wait, not only am I not gonna get laid tonight, or even get my cuddle on. But you get to second base? I'm not liking this idea of yours. I think I'd rather leave than stay here and spend the night being sexually frustrated."

Brittany knows Santana's joking, but something in her words tells her there's something she's missing. She sits up and frowns at Santana, reluctantly pulling her hand away as she does so. Santana won't make eye contact with her, but Brittany notices the flash of guilt on her face. "You want to go home."

"I don't want to." Santana folds her arms. "But I have to face them at some point. So why not get it over with?"

Brittany's not mad, just surprised. "I could come with you. I don't mind sleeping at yours."

Santana reaches out to take both of her hands in hers. "As much as I'd love that, I don't think my parents would. I doubt they're quite ready for you to be staying over yet."

Santana has a point. Brittany's just thankful that at least her parents have no problem with her and Santana sharing a bed. "I don't want to spend the night apart though." She can tell it won't take much to get Santana to stay. After all she's already said she doesn't want to leave and she'll probably take any excuse not to. Brittany knows she's being selfish, but she doesn't want to be alone tonight, or to not wake up with Santana in the morning. She shifts onto her knees and places her hands on Santana's hips. "I can make it worth your while."

Santana raises an eyebrow. "What happened to you wanting to go to sleep?"

"Changed my mind." Brittany leans forward so she can kiss Santana's neck. When she grazes the skin with her teeth, it earns her a moan so she's not surprised when Santana doesn't fight her and instead pulls her down onto the bed.

Brittany's not sure what time it is when she next wakes up. It's dark outside though, beyond that she really doesn't want to move to check the time.

Santana's head is resting on her chest, one leg thrown over her own. She can tell she's awake because she seems to be tracing shapes across her bare stomach. It tickles so Brittany places a hand on top of hers to stop her. "Hey."

Santana lifts her head. "Hey, Sleepy. Told ya you were too exhausted for us to get it on. We didn't even make it to a third round before you practically passed out on me."

"Sorry."

"Don't be. Your performance in rounds one and two more than made up for it." Santana settles back against her and Brittany wraps her arm around her.

They lie in silence for a bit, but then Brittany finds herself asking, "That wasn't the song, was it?"

"What song?"

"The one that you sang today in Glee club about cravings. It wasn't the song that you said had been stuck in your head."

"What makes you think that?"

Brittany's not sure how to explain it, she just knows. "Because it didn't mean anything, it wasn't about your feelings."

Santana lets out a huff. "It wasn't any less relevant than anything else that's been sung this week."

That is true. "But why didn't you sing the other one?"

"Because I didn't want to. It wasn't something that I wanted to share with anyone in that room."

She can hear the frustration in Santana's voice so decides to back off. Again she waits until she feels Santana start to relax in her arms, then asks a different question. "What was it?"

"The song? Does it matter?"

"Just curious."

"It was just something off an album that I may or may not have stolen from Berry at some point during rehearsals last month."

Brittany thinks she maybe should be a little more worried about Santana's habit of stealing things, but that's something for another time. "Will you sing it for me?"

"You mean now?"

"Yeah."

Santana pushes away from her, rolling over onto her back, staring up at the ceiling.

Brittany twists onto her side to watch her. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

"Hold on, I'm thinking."

She shouldn't have asked, she knows not to push Santana, yet here she goes making the same mistake again. "Forget I said anything, okay?" She reaches for Santana's hand, relieved when Santana lets her take hold of it.

They lie like that. Brittany not daring to move any closer to Santana, not daring to move away or let go of her hand. It takes her a while to realise that Santana is humming. It's so quiet she can only just make it out, but it's definitely humming. She doesn't make any movement, doesn't even breathe for fear of Santana stopping if she does. As she waits, the humming becomes singing, but Santana's voice is so soft and low she can't make out the words.

She gives Santana's hand what she hopes is a reassuring squeeze and sure enough Santana starts to sing just loud enough for her to make out the lyrics. "Cause I couldn't remain living inside this lie, every day that I did more and more of me died."

Brittany stays frozen. Straight away she knows why Santana would never have sung this song in front of the others, and she feels honored that Santana would share it with her, is still willing to open herself up to her like this.

"I'm just here to remind you that I'm still your baby, your blood, have your eyes, have your smile. I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry you're wounded." Santana's voice shakes slightly on those lines, but still she carries on. "But I'm not ashamed of this fire I've inflamed." At this she rolls over onto her side, her free hand coming to rest on Brittany's stomach once more. "I was living this life for somebody else, now this is my chance to live it for myself. All I ask is in time, you give me your blessing."

Santana's crying now so Brittany slides closer to her, pulling her into her arms.

Santana sniffs and wipes at her eyes. "God, this week has kinda been shit."

"Yeah." Brittany holds her tighter. "It's all over now though, right? No more Lady Music week?"

"No more lady music week, but I'm not sure it's all over with though, Britt. It's Ohio and lots of people are going to have a problem with us being together."

"I know, but do you care if they do?"

"Not enough to not want to be with you."

"Okay, then don't you think the hard part's over? Now that everybody knows? We at least don't have to hide it anymore, and that has to make everything easier. I love you, Santana. That is the only thing that matters in all this."

"You don't always have to keep showing off just how smart you are, you know?"

Brittany shrugs, smiling slightly. "I think now I'm the President I do actually."

"I'm so fucking proud of you, Britt. I don't think I told you that with everything else that's been happening. And I want to thank you again. For getting me through all this. For having the patience to stick by me, even when I was acting like an idiot. And I don't think you'll ever know just how much I love you, but I'm going to spend every second trying to show you."

Brittany's only response is to kiss Santana until her lips are swollen and sleep starts to claim her. She falls asleep with Santana in her arms, safe in the knowledge that she'll wake up with her still in her arms in the morning.

A/N: Well I promise that's it for I Kissed A Girl. Not sure how I ended up writing so many words on one episode. Next Chapter we'll be moving swiftly on to Hold On To Sixteen.

Thanks to everyone for the reviews, and to everyone that's reading this.

The song was Blessing by Scott Alan which I'm still convinced should have been used on the show at some point.