And so, we end our prom race.

Brittany and Santana find Kurt. His eyes are red from crying, but it looks as if he's calmed down. Blaine's sitting on the ground next to him.

"Kurt, are you okay?" Santana asks worriedly.

"I will be," Kurt says weakly, but then he turns to Brittany and he looks guilty, "Oh god, Brittany, I stole your crown. And Quinn's. I'm so sorry."

"It doesn't matter," Brittany reassures him, "You didn't want to. Quinn will understand as well."

"Kurt, you're our friend. That stupid plastic crown isn't as important," Santana adds, and Kurt smiles.

"I am your friend after all?" Kurt says, feigning innocence. Of course, even when he's down, he still has the time to be snarky towards Santana.

"Monday, the glee guys and I will talk to coach about this. We need to teach the Titans about inclusivity and acceptance," Brittany says seriously.

"Thank you, Brittany."

"What are you going to do?" Santana asks Kurt.

Kurt sighs deeply. "I've come to the decision to get back in there to get coronated. Blaine and I talked about it, and I'm gonna show them that if they want to give me a crown, they better give me a fabulous one."

"Wow," Brittany says in admiration.

"Ladies, if you could excuse us?" Blaine asks them, and Brittany nods immediately.

"Oh, yeah, sorry," Brittany grabs Santana's hand again and Blaine smiles knowingly. Santana doesn't even mind that he's the fourth person to know now.

Hand in hand, Brittany and Santana make their way back to the gym.

"Santana, I do not want to go back in there."

"Me neither, Britt."

Instead, they walk to the place they call home in this school: the choir room. Sure, they might both be on sports teams and they both enjoy leading those teams, but glee club is home.

"I can't believe people can be so cruel," Brittany says sadly, "I know that they're cowards, because they hide behind a secret ballot, but why?" She sits down on the piano bench and it's clear that she's waiting for Santana to join her, but Santana has other things on her mind.

She takes a deep breath and says: "Brittany, remember what I said about us?"

"That we're awesome, or that you want us to be girlfriends?" Brittany asks.

"Both, I guess, but most importantly the latter," Santana says nervously.

Brittany furrows her brow. "I thought we weren't going to talk about it. You insisted we wouldn't talk about that."

"I know," Santana says quietly, not meeting Brittany's eyes, "And that was a mistake. I'm so sorry for that. We should talk about it, because I know you want to, but I made sure you'd suppress your feelings and that- that was not a great thing to do."

"Wait," Santana can hear Brittany get up, "Not that I don't like it, but where is this coming from?"

Because of everything? Because you're my best friend? Because you said we're never over, and I want that to be true? Because I am pretty sure I am a lesbian, and I still need to accept that, but with you by my side I know I will? Because Kurt just had to go through that, and even though I'm afraid of the talks and the looks and what my abuela will say, I still want to be with you? Because if that were to happen to me, I know you'll be standing next to me no matter what?

Because I love you?

"Santana?"

Santana has so many reasons.

Instead she says: "Because I want to dance with you at my junior prom, but I don't want to go back in there."

To that, Brittany smiles widely. "Who says we need to go back in there in order to dance?" She curtsies, holding her beautiful green dress, and says: "Santana, may I have this dance?"

Before Santana can answer, Brittany takes her hand and holds her waist.

"Follow my lead."

She doesn't need to say it again.

The two of them dance around the choir room. There's no music, but who needs music? There's music in the gym, but Brittany's right: they don't have to go back there. Kurt will understand why they aren't there to watch his coronation.

Santana is looking at Brittany, who is smiling through the entire dance. Brittany twirls Santana around and Santana laughs when she almost slips, but Brittany catches her.

"I am so out of practise," Santana jokes.

"Well, then I guess we have to do this more often," Brittany says as they continue to dance.

Santana dips Brittany and they dance more. Brittany's also right about this. They really should dance more often. They dance a lot together in glee club, but not like this. During glee, Santana doesn't press Brittany against her, and Brittany doesn't place her hand on Santana's shoulder. This is way better.

"Brittany?" Santana takes a deep breath. What she's about to say might change everything, but Santana wants it to change.

"Yes?"

"I know I might not be completely ready to go public with this, but I want you."

"Yes?" Brittany's smile grows wider.

"And I know I said I wanted this to be a friendly date, but I was lying. I really, really want this to be an actual date."

"Okay," Brittany says. She sounds as hopeful as Santana, which is a relief.

"Can I kiss you?"

Before Santana can blink, Brittany kisses her. Santana takes that as a yes. Santana closes her eyes and kisses back. They've kissed before, but this is different. For the first time, Santana understands the cheesy descriptions of kisses, but she also thinks they're wrong.

People say that kissing the person you love is like fireworks go off all around you, and sure, kissing Brittany is like fireworks, but it's also more. Who needs fireworks when you can have this?

Brittany's hand is still resting on Santana's shoulder. She's still pressed against Santana. This is way better than kissing anyone else.

This is love.

The two of them sneak out of the school. Santana sends a quick text to Quinn, asking about Kurt. Quinn's reply is very positive, so Brittany and Santana know that Kurt really doesn't mind them sneaking away at his coronation.

Then again, Kurt might be snarky, but Santana knows by now that he's also a huge sap. He will understand that they needed some time.

"Where are we going?"

"My place," Brittany opens the car door for Santana. They've been dating for less than ten minutes, and it already feels like it's always been like this. "Mom is out with some of her only friends from Lima and Bri-Bri and dad are obviously still in Columbus."

"And what are we going to do at your place?" Santana asks before stepping into the car.

"Whatever we want to do, Santana," Brittany says and she shuts the door behind Santana. Then, she slips in the driver's seat and starts the engine. Of course, there's a small Titans banner in Brittany's car. "We can have our own prom after party."

"Sweet," Santana says, "I didn't want to go to Berry's after party anyway."

Brittany can't stop smiling while driving out of the McKinley parking lot. "We're girlfriends, Santana, actual girlfriends! We're dating!"

"You don't think we're taking things too far at a fast pace, right?" Santana asks Brittany, her girlfriend, to be sure.

"Do you?" Brittany asks.

Santana shakes her head.

"Great, neither do I," Brittany sounds relieved, "Honestly Santana, even before we were officially dating, with other words, fifteen minutes ago, I've always felt this close to you. You're my best friend. I just get to add the 'girl-' part to the word now. Best girlfriend."

"You're my best girlfriend too, Britt."

Together, they drive off to Brittany's house.