"Hi." Brittany tugs at her own hair, golden locks sliding through her fingers.
Santana bites her lip and watches the other girl for a moment. They’ve just finished their Sectionals performance, and Santana is still running high on adrenaline. She takes a deep breath.
"That was for you," she says quietly, carefully gauging Brittany’s reaction. "The song. It’s stupid but I sang it for you. I know you’re like, dating Artie now or whatever, but—"
"My name’s not Valerie," Brittany cuts in, her voice hitching. She sounds surprised, but more than that, she sounds like she understands.
Santana looks down and fiddles with the fabric of her dress. “I just wanted—I don’t know.” Her cheeks burn, and her chest aches inexplicably. “Forget it,” she backtracks, trying for a smile. “You were totally awesome out there, Britt.”
Brittany beams. “So were you.” Her features soften, suddenly, and she pushes herself up, leaning in to brush a kiss across Santana’s cheek. “Thank you.” Quieter still, whispered against the shell of Santana’s ear: “I love you. Don’t forget.”
Santana’s heart beats steady as she rises and pulls Brittany into a tight embrace. I won’t and me too carry into her limbs as she holds her.