"Hi," Brittany says as she arrives at Santana's locker.

Santana pauses in the middle of applying a fresh coat of lipgloss. "Hi," she says brightly. She recaps the lip gloss and places it back in her locker. As she moves, Brittany spots the new photo hanging behind her.

"Are we dating Rachel now too?"

Santana smiles around at her. "She asked me to put her picture up in my locker."

"Hm. Well. I never thought I'd be one for poly-Amycus relationships, but if this is something you wanna do, I guess I'm open to it."

"Polyamorous. Amycus was a Death Eater in books six and seven."

"Yeah. Either way."

"I think she and I had a moment." Santana takes on that sour look she gets when she drinks tequila. "It was weird. I feel like I need to go bathe in the River Jordan."

Brittany laughs, finally dropping her joke. "Aww," she says, tugging on Santana's uniform top. "Does my boo get super awkward when people want to be her friend?"

"Stop it," Santana laughs, smacking Brittany's hand away.

"You're so cute though when you're socially uncomfortable."

"I'm not socially uncomfortable. She is socially uncomfortable."

"Well. That I will not dispute." Brittany leans forward and squints at the picture. "But I might dispute this new decoration."

"Why," Santana laughs.

"Because I don't want my girlfriend staring at another girl's face every time she opens her locker. Especially not a pretty girl. I mean, if it was Joe…"

Santana loops her arms around Brittany's waist. "You are the prettiest girl, though. In my locker and in this whole damn school."

"You have to say that because we're dating."

"No," Santana giggles, her dimples showing, "I have to say that because it's the truth."

"Da truf?"

"Da truf."

"Hm," Brittany hums. She plays with Santana's earring. "Okay. But don't be shocked when you open your locker tomorrow and there's an 8-by-10 of me hanging next to Rachel."

"Shocked? Never. Aroused? … Definitely."

Brittany kisses her. "I love you."

Santana touches her fingers to Brittany's cheek, then kisses her back. "I love you."

"Glee club."

"Yep," Santana says, closing her locker and taking Brittany's outstretched hand.

When they walk into the choir room and take their adjacent seats, Brittany leans down close to Rachel's ear.

"Just know that I'm watching you, Gayberry."

Rachel lifts a hand in dramatic confusion and spins around. "Excuse me?"

Brittany looks right past her and tries not to smirk while Santana laughs into her hand next to her.