"He won't, Brittany. I'm yours," Santana said softly, taking off her shirt and sliding on top of Brittany. "I know this seems out of nowhere and weird for me... But, B, I hate seeing you with Artie. He's nice or whatever, but it made me see how fucking stupid I was to do what I did to you. I want you. Only you. Always have." She kissed Brittany's lips.