THIS IS WHY I LOVE THIS BITCH
There was a clatter as the choir microphones cascaded out of Brittany’s arms. Running at Santana, she flung them around her neck and kissed Santana full on the mouth. Santana threw away the mics and sheet music she was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that she lifted Brittany off her feet.
“Is this the moment?” Quinn asked weakly, and when nothing happened except that Santana and Brittany gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, she raised her voice. “OI! There’s a rehearsal going on here!”
Santana and Brittany broke apart, their arms still around each other.
“I know, bitch,” said Santana, who looked as though she had recently been hit on the back of the head with a one of Finn’s ham fists, “so its now or never, isn’t it?”
