with how this conversation's going, she almost sugests cruel summer or summertime sadness, given the look on brittany's face. it breaks her heart. "hey," she says softly, reaching out to take brittany's hands in hers. "this has been the best summer of my life. i just want it to be ours. i don't want to let anybody ruin it." it's partly true. one of her fears is that people won't see her love for brittany as being the same as everyone else's, better even. selfishly though, she's terrified of saying it outloud. she supposes she doesn't have to say it though.
"you know that amy winehouse song i always play, 'our day will come'?" santana wonders nervously. "i always think about you, and about us when i hear it. maybe ... maybe we could sing that." it terrifies her, but she promised herself she would be braver this year. brittany is worth it, she decides. though, she secretly hopes that the talk of 'love' in the song will be interpreted as platonic.
brittany looked at their hands and she felt her heart hurt in her chest, still. she had to ask, or it would keep plaguing her mind. "if you... were with another girl. a... smarter girl, would you tell them? are you... hiding me?" she asked, always convinced that she wasn't quite good enough. she put up a brave front, and generally she felt okay about herself and her abilities but santana continuously hiding her away did make her doubt things.
"hmm, yeah, it's... it's a nice song. maybe." she spoke but didn't quite feel it. she hated having to hide and she didn't want to push santana, but she felt like glee club - probably the gayest place in school - was such a small step. could there be a smaller one?
