I can't really explain it. I just have no words to explain how it felt making love to my best friend, a girl. Specifically: Santana Lopez. It's all a drunken blur, but I faintly remember laughing as we tripped up the stairs and our cackles escalated until it was so loud we heard banging on the floor from downstairs. We stumbled to the door and pulled it open before stripping off and sliding underneath the covers. And that brings us to now. Head pounding, eyes watery, sun streaming through the window with Santana lying motionlessly next to me. I slip out of bed and pull on my clothes and get my hair and make up sorted before heading to the door. I glance back momentarily at Santana lying peacefully, twitching slightly as she dreams to her hearts content. I guess I just don't have that power. So I open the door and close it behind me quietly before starting down the corridor and not even daring to look back. And I guess, for now, that's where the story ends.