When Brittany gets back from the gym, Rachel is in the room, so she thinks it's a good time to tell her about Santana. "Hey Rachel. How was your weekend?"

"Productive. I got several extra hours of rehearsal in, which, as I'm sure you know, you can never have enough of. I also talked with my father about the possibility of them visiting. How was the rest of yours?"

Now or never, Brittany thinks to herself. Honestly, she isn't sure why she's nervous. Rachel has never displayed any homophobic tendencies, but she can't help but be wary. "That's great. Could I talk to you about something?"

"Absolutely, Brittany. Is this performance-related?"

"More like life-related."

"Performance is life."

"Right. But what I mean is that, it's not really a big deal or anything. I just think you should know, so in case you have a problem or something, we might be able to deal with it. I don't know why you would, though, since you seem nice and unconservative. You just never know. There are stories all over the news about this sort of thing, and I just don't want you to get upset someday after seeing something, and then your anger or whatever negative thing you feel might affect my happiness or our living situation. You know?"

The small brunette cocks her head to the side. "Brittany, you haven't actually said anything."

"Oh. Right. Okay. Rachel, I am—well, I'm not totally sure what I am, but I'm at least bisexual, and I'm in a relationship with a woman," Brittany says with conviction.

"I'm glad you told me, Brittany, but you have nothing to worry about. I have two gay dads. I don't currently see a reason to label myself as anything, although I am quite certain I am attracted to anyone with a lot of talent."

Brittany laughs, thinking that Rachel is joking, but one look at the diva's face, and she knows she's not. "Okay. Then, I guess I'm wondering if it would be okay if Santana, my girlfriend, sleeps over sometimes? Nothing would happen, just sleeping, but I want her to meet you, and sometimes it might be easier to stay here."

"I don't think that's a problem, as long as she doesn't interrupt my routines."


Before dance class Monday morning, the only thing Brittany's really thinking about is lunch with Santana after her next class. It's weird that she misses Santana after not seeing her for less than 24 hours, especially since they've been texting most of that time, but when Santana is around, Brittany feels better—safer, like her presence somehow makes just existing a little bit easier.

Before class starts, the teacher tells them that she has an announcement. "As you know, the winter dance concert is coming up. Due to some unforeseen circumstances, there is an available slot. It will be filled by one self-choreographed solo. Auditions are in two weeks, and anybody from any class is welcome to audition." The class of mostly first-year students breaks out into murmurs before the teacher tells them to quiet down so they can begin their lesson.

Listening to her classmates, Brittany gets the feeling that most people aren't going to audition, because they believe that there's no way they'll let a freshman choreograph themselves into the big concert of the semester. However, she doesn't understand why they wouldn't at least try. Even if she doesn't get the slot, auditioning is important. It lets people see her talent and ambition, and in settings like this where the faculty already know their students, it shows that she isn't complacent. She decides she's going to go for it. After all, what's the worst that can happen?

She arrives a few minutes early to her next class and thinks about what she might like to do for an audition piece. Since auditions are in two weeks, that leaves only three to four weeks to choreograph and perfect the piece before the concert. With that in mind, she decides she's going to choreograph her audition to be a part of what she'll do for the concert if she's chosen. That way, she's not wasting any time.

When class finally lets out, she grabs her things and bolts through the door, beyond excited to see and tell her girlfriend. She honestly doesn't think she'll be chosen, but she's still looking forward to the opportunity to prove herself outside of class. She practically runs to the dining hall and finds that, for the first time, she beat Santana there.

When Santana enters the dining hall, she's greeted by the sight of a very bouncy, very excited Brittany. She takes a moment to enjoy the smile that the blonde is wearing before alerting her to her presence. "Hey Britt!"

Brittany bounces toward the Latina and flings her arms around her waist, pulling her in tight and burying her face in Santana's neck. "Hello baby." Brittany places several small kisses to the skin there.

"What's got you so happy, B?"

"You. Plus some other stuff. Let's go get food, and then I'll tell you."

After sitting down with their food, Santana can still feel Brittany's palpable energy. "Okay, so tell me what's going on!"

"At dance class this morning, my professor told us that there's an open slot for the dance concert, and they're auditioning dancers to choreograph and perform a solo. It's open to all students in the entire department, so I'm totally going to try! I don't think I'll get it, but I'm excited to audition something of my own. You know?"

Santana nods. "That's so great, B! Do you think everyone will audition? That's a ton of people."

"No." Brittany swallows the cereal in her mouth. "In my class, a lot of people were saying they aren't going to do it, because there's no way they'll pick a first-year. Even if that's true, I don't understand why they don't even want to try."

Santana nods again. "Do you know what you want to audition with?"

"I think I'm just going to start choreographing the piece I'd want to perform, then audition with a part of it. That way, I don't lose time if, for some reason, they do pick me."

"That's a good idea. I bet a lot of people will probably just use things they've done before."

"You think so?"

"Yeah. I mean, that's what a repertoire is for—being able to reuse things that you're already good at—but it's less effective when you're auditioning for people that have already seen all of that work. Bringing something new is a smart idea, B. You're a genius."

Brittany ducks her head; nobody has ever used that word to describe her. "I'm really excited. I don't want to get my hopes up, but it's just so exciting that they're opening it up as an option."

"You have just as much a chance of getting it as anyone else, Britt. You're amazing."

Once again, Brittany nearly knocks over everything on the table trying to kiss Santana. She really needs to start just sitting next to her. "The only bad part is that between this and the talent thingy, I'm going to have to be practicing a lot...which means I'll see you less."

Santana had known that was coming, but she also knows that, if it means Brittany's success, she'll sacrifice some time with the beautiful blonde. "That's okay. We'll see each other when we can, and it's totally worth it." She grabs Brittany's hand, wanting the connection.

Truthfully, the idea of spending less time together makes both girls sad and a little stressed. Brittany finds herself trying to think of times they can see each other before the audition next Thursday and the talent show on Friday. As they leave the dining hall, she makes a decision. "I'm not going to start working on this tonight. I need a little more thinking time. Do you want to come over tonight and watch a movie in my room? My roommate will be there, so you can meet her, and if you want to sleep over, she's okay with it." Brittany watches Santana hopefully.

"Definitely." Putting her hands into the pockets of Brittany's jacket, Santana pulls her closer, placing a soft kiss to her cheek. She would never say no to any reason to sleep with Brittany.

"We can't, like, do anything, because she'll be there. Is that okay?"

Santana looks up into Brittany's eyes and sees a hint of nervousness there. She kisses her again. "Of course. Do I get to hold you?" Brittany bites her lip, smiling, and nods. "And maybe a good night kiss or two?"

"Or 10."

"That's all I want, Britt. You do know this isn't just about sex, right?" Brittany nods. "Good. Now let's get to class. Text me after, and let me know what time you want me to come over." Santana kisses her several times before they have to part, because they are both dangerously close to being late for class.

After class, Brittany goes to the library for a few hours to work on some homework. She knows that balancing Santana, homework, and dance is going to be difficult. Tonight, though, it's all Santana, so she texts her and asks her to meet her for dinner before they go to her room.


"So...this is the room," Brittany says as they enter. Santana can immediately tell which half of the dorm is Brittany's. It's not as neat, and there is various dance attire hanging off of everything. Her LOPEZ hoodie is lying on the bed next to her pillow, and the idea that Brittany wears it to bed makes her smile.

Before Santana can respond, a short brunette walks in. "Oh, you must be Santana! Brittany has told me all about you. My name is Rachel Barbra Berry. She's probably already told you about me too."

"Jesus, you are short as shit."

There's a brief awkward silence.

"Yes. I suppose that is true," Rachel replies just as Brittany starts laughing and hugs Santana from behind.

"She's not that much shorter than you, you know. Be nice, San." She kisses Santana's earlobe. "Do you guys want to watch a movie?" They both nod. "Okay, which one?"

"Funny Girl!" Rachel exclaims excitedly.

"Oh my God, please Brittany, no. I can't watch that movie. Don't let her make me."

Brittany laughs. "Maybe a different one, Rach." Rachel pouts; this isn't going the way Brittany hoped it would. "How about Tangled?"

"I've never seen that before. What's it about?" Santana asks.

"Rapunzel, sort of." Brittany looks at her.

Truthfully, it doesn't matter to Santana. She'll agree to anything Brittany suggests. Even Funny Girl. Maybe. "Sure, B. Whatever you want."

Rachel watches the two closely. She finds it sweet that Santana is clearly more at ease when touching Brittany, though the Latina herself seems a little scary.

Brittany grabs Tangled out from under her bed and hands it to Rachel. "I have to go to the bathroom. Be right back." After she leaves the room, it's silent for a few seconds. Santana doesn't mind the silence, but Rachel isn't great with it.

"So Brittany told me you're a vocal major in the Music department," Rachel prompts, hoping to find some common ground.

"Yeah, Vocal and Piano. You're in the MT department, right?"

"I am. I would like to offer a helping hand any time you might need assistance. I have perfect pitch and have managed to help many people from my high school—"

"Shut it down, Berry. I'm good in the vocals department. Thanks anyways, though."

"So...you're pretty infatuated with Brittany." Rachel thinks this might be a safe topic.

"Yep."

Santana really isn't making this conversation easy, Rachel thinks. "She's nice. A little private sometimes. I don't know anything about her family. She doesn't even have any pictures up."

The Latina's first reaction is sorrow. She imagines Brittany doesn't have many pictures of her family, probably just those fancy portraits people take for the sake of appearances. Her second reaction is to protect Brittany—from what, she's not even sure, but she knows she doesn't like this little hobbit talking about her girlfriend's family. "Do not talk about her family. Unless she brings it up, you do not talk about them."

Surprised and a little frightened, Rachel takes a step backwards, away from Santana. She's about to respond when Brittany walks back in and sees Santana staring angrily at Rachel, whose back is pressed against her bed. "Everything okay?" she asks cautiously.

Santana turns and immediately softens. "Yeah B, we're fine. So how about this movie?" As Brittany puts in the DVD, Santana turns back to Rachel. "I'm sorry, Berry. Sensitive topic. No hard feelings?" She feels bad for making Rachel nervous. It doesn't seem like she and the diva will become best friends or anything, but it's obviously important to Brittany that they get along, so she'll do her best to make things not awkward.

"Of course not, Santana. Can I hug you?"

"No." She shakes her head while releasing a laugh. Luckily, Rachel doesn't take it personally; she just makes a silent decision that she'll get Santana to let her hug her soon.

Once the movie starts, the three girls climb into bed, Santana following Brittany into hers. The blonde immediately curls into her side. The Latina is pretty sure this is going to be a terrible movie, but at least she has a beautiful girl curled up in her lap.

She's wrong; after trying to be annoyed by the movie for the first five minutes, she quickly gets sucked in. Halfway through, she notices that Brittany is getting sleepy, so she gently nudges her. "Let's get ready for bed, B. Then we can lay down and finish the movie."

As Santana makes her way to the bathroom, she's reminded of why she moved out of the dorms as soon as she could: communal bathrooms. Nothing makes her quite as nervous as sharing a bathroom with a lot of other women that don't know about her. She's already nervous about not wearing compression shorts around Rachel, even though Brittany had convinced her that it would be fine, saying that Rachel rarely notices things that don't involve her. When she gets back, Rachel is still in the bathroom.

"I think your roommate is crazy, babe," she tells Brittany, who starts changing right in front of her.

"Yeah, probably...but I kind of like her." She gets no response. Turning around to figure out why, she realizes that Santana can see her naked from the waist up in the mirror. Giggling, she throws her t-shirt at her. "Perv."

"Can you blame me?" Santana wraps her arms around Brittany's naked torso and kisses her shoulder blades before grabbing the t-shirt and pulling it over Brittany's head. "Put your clothes on. I don't want Rachel seeing this. You're all mine." She smiles and pats Brittany on the butt before jumping back in bed. Brittany follows her quickly, pushing Santana onto her back and kissing her until they hear Rachel coming back in. Santana briefly wonders how long it will take Rachel to fall asleep, hoping they can get their lady kisses on after the movie. Just a little.

However, that idea is quickly put to rest. As soon as they resume the movie, Brittany curls up into Santana's side with her head on her chest. About three minutes later, Brittany is completely passed out.

"Thanks for letting me stay the night, Berry."

Rachel gets up to turn off the lights. "Not a problem, Santana. She seems to really like y—is she drooling on you?"

Santana looks down to see a small wet spot forming on her t-shirt, next to Brittany's mouth. "I guess so."

"Aren't you grossed out?"

"Nope. It happens. If I want her this close, then drool it is."

"If you say so. Good night, Santana," Rachel says as she has to jump several times to make it back onto her own bed. Santana laughs and kisses Brittany on the forehead before cuddling even closer and falling asleep.