“Come with me, I have to show you something,” Brittany whispers into Santana’s ear, lacing a pinky with hers and pulling her down the hallway. Santana rolls her eyes. She was just going to go to lunch, and knowing Brittany, she’s got another ladybug stuck in a vent in the Cheerio’s changing room to show her, or a new pornographic drawing of Rachel ( Read more... )