A/N: So. I have both run out of characters for Britt to kiss and have reached a natural ending for this story, which means that this is the last chapter :( You all know what happened after Blame It On the Alcohol (I'm assuming, unless you don't watch Glee...and if you don't, why are you here?). It was lots of fun for me to fill in the gaps in canon, but you all got to see Brittana's angst on screen at the end of season 2 so. Here is the epilogue, which addresses one more little thing that I think should have been in the show. And then I'm off. Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed this story :)

June 2011

"I can't believe how quickly that year went," Santana said, flopping down onto my mattress. "It feels like just two seconds ago that Quinn and I were fighting over who would be the new Cheerio captain."

"Yeah, I know," I said. I sat down near the head of the bed and pulled my knees up to my chest. I looked over at Santana. Her cheeks were pink from walking home from school in the hot sun and her hair was all over the pillows. I picked up a few strands and twirled them around my fingers. Santana had such pretty hair.

"So much happened, though," she said. "This year, I mean."

I nodded. "Yeah I know. We quit the Cheerios and went to New York and Rachel and Finn dated and broke up and then dated again and Kurt found a boyfriend and left school and then came back..."

"And us," Santana said. She propped her head up on her hand and looked at me. I looked back.

"Yeah," I said. "Us."

Santana reached forward with her other hand and began to play with my fingers. "What is us right now, anyway?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you broke up with Artie. And we, you know, love each other." She blushed and looked away. "I just thought that maybe..."

"Maybe what?" I could tell that she wanted me to finish her sentence for her, but I didn't want to. I had to hear her say it.

"We could give this a try," she said.

"What do you mean by this?"

Santana looked up at me. She smiled. "Come on, Britt. You know what I mean."

"I don't," I said, trying to keep a smile off my face. "I really don't understand." I pouted. "Please, Sannie, you know I'm not good at understanding things."

"Ugh!" Santana said, burying her face in my pillow. "You're so cute," she mumbled.

"I'm so what?" I asked, unable to resist. Santana lifted her head, her hair falling into her eyes.

"Cute!" she said before hiding in the pillows again. I giggled and began to smooth out the hair on the back of her head.

"You're kind of cute too, I guess," I said. "Kind of. But you're gonna have to come out of those pillows, I can't be sure until I see your face."

"Fine." Santana rolled over so that she was looking at me. "Since you're being so stubborn, I'll spell it out for you." She took a deep breath. "I think we should be together."

I bit my lip to keep from smiling. I wasn't done with her yet. "What does that mean, exactly?" I asked.

"It means that we're exclusive. Only us from now on. No more sex with other people, no more kissing, no more flirting. We can only do all of that with each other." She looked at me. "I mean...if that's okay with you."

"That's definitely okay," I said, finally letting myself grin. "That's more than okay."

"Are you sure you can handle being a one-woman kind of girl?" Santana asked, reaching up to punch me playfully. "After all, you have kissed almost everyone in the whole glee club."

"Almost everyone? No way."

"Oh come on, don't lie, I know you've kissed a bunch of them. Quinn, Finn, Puck...Kurt..."

"Santana, I haven't kissed almost everyone," I said, feeling a little smug. "I've kissed everyone!"

Santana's eyes widened. "Oh my God. Are you serious?"

"Totally serious," I said.

"Britt!" Santana grabbed my stuff bear and threw it at my face. "I can't believe you!" She shook her head. "Was I the best, at least?"

"Duh," I said. Then I got serious. "I tried to tell you that, you know."

"Did you?" Santana asked softly.

I nodded. "I wanted to tell you how I felt for so long, I just...I didn't know what to do. I didn't think you liked me like that."

"Britt, I'm so sorry," Santana said, and she genuinely looked it. I was worried she might cry. "I was so unfair to you, I feel horrible. The last few months I sort of got how it felt and it...it almost killed me. Really."

"I wouldn't want you to die," I said.

"I was just really scared that, even after you broke up with Artie, you still wouldn't want me," she said. "I wasn't brave enough for you."

"Santana, I think you're the bravest girl I ever met," I told her.

"Brittany," Santana said, looking at me apologetically. "You are. I'm not. I'm trying really hard but...I mean, I still can't tell anyone about this. About us. Not yet."

I nodded. "I understand. But I know that, when you're ready, you'll do it and you'll be brave about it. I can already tell." I shrugged. "You're like a unicorn."

"Are unicorns brave?" Santana asked.

"Of course unicorns are brave, silly," I said. "How would they get all the way up to Candy Mountain if they weren't?"

Santana smiled. "You're right. I wasn't thinking. Of course they are."

"You're definitely like a unicorn," I said. "You just don't know it yet."

Santana pulled herself up to a sitting position and reached over, running her fingers across my cheek. "You're so beautiful," she said. "Did you know that?"

"I mean, I did, but you can tell me whenever you want," I replied.

Santana chuckled. "When we were in the choir room during prom, after I lost Prom Queen...do you remember that?"

I nodded. "Of course."

"I thought you were going to kiss me. I think that's the most I've ever wanted to kiss you in my entire life."

"I'm sorry," I said. "Should I have done it?"

Santana shook her head. "No," she said. "It wasn't fair. I was still being a total bitch and pretending to be with Karofsky. It would have been a bad time."

"Speaking of Karofsky," I began.

"It's over," Santana said quickly. "I mean, it never even started. He was gay."

"For real?" I asked, my eyes wide. "But I thought he was mean to Kurt!"

"He was," Santana said. "That was why."

"That doesn't make sense."

"Probably not to you," Santana said. "Since you're a sweetheart. To me, I guess it kind of made sense."

"So he was gay," I repeated. "Hm, that's a twist."

"Yeah," Santana replied.

"And so are you," I said. I meant it to be a question, but it didn't really sound like one. Santana looked away.

"Britt..." she began.

"I know that I like boys too. So I guess I'm bi. But if you're gay, I really don't care. I mean, I love you and no one else, so I guess I'm like...Santana-sexual." I shrugged. "It's not a big deal."

"I love you, too," Santana said. She laughed. "I guess I'm Britt-sexual."

"That works for me." I leaned forward a little bit, inviting her to kiss me. We hadn't done it since right before I made her talk to Miss Holliday with me, which was almost three months ago. And I really wanted to make up for all that lost time. But Santana just leaned in so that her forehead was resting against mine, and she took both of my hands in her own.

"In all seriousness, though, I think I am," she said quietly. Her eyes were right near mine and they looked a little teary.



"I always wanted you to be," I said. She laughed and a few tears slid down her cheeks. I let go of her hand for a minute so that I could wipe them away.

"I know you did," she said. "I just don't know if other people will feel the same way." She sighed. "I guess it doesn't matter. I really only care about you."

"Of course it matters," I said. "But I really don't think you have anything to worry about. Even if you can't come out next year, we're going to leave Lima together, aren't we?"

Santana smiled a huge smile. "Of course," she said. "Definitely. We're getting out of here together."

"Good," I said. "Everything will be okay, you'll see."

Santana nodded and raised her head so that her lips were level with mine. "I love you so much," she said.

"I love you too," I whispered. Then I closed the distance and our lips pressed together. As I felt her hands wrap around my neck, I realized that I had finally gotten a perfect record. And it didn't even matter.

Because I never wanted to kiss anyone but Santana ever again.