#catpostingapparently

Santana laughs as she takes her eyes away from the screen to devote some attention to her girlfriend, "What are you going on about, Britt?"

"'You need sex or else you get all weepy so I'm not saying you can't date other people if I was a worm." Brittany informs her, eyes staring at the far away garden her thoughts grow in.

"Of course you aren't."

Brittany nods, happy that they're clear on that subject, "I'm just saying if you love me, you'd make sure I could watch with my worm eyes."

A smile spills over Santana and she leans in, grabbing Brittany's hand with a squeeze, "I'll build you a worm throne to watch from."

"And then, if you put me in a pot with a flower, I'll work hard to make it the bestest flower. I'd be so good as being a worm."

"The best," Santana agrees, pulling her legs from Brittany's lap and finding a new way to get as close to Brittany as a physical body can allow.

Adjusting her arms to wrap around Santana a little better, Brittany continues. Her eyes glitter as she thinks, "You could just wash me off and kiss me whenever you want. Maybe throw me on a safe part of a street when it rains so I can chill in the water. Worms really like that so it must be fun."

Happy just to hold and be held, Santana manages out a little "mmm" from low in her throat.

Fingers bury in dark hair to scratch long slow lines along her scalp, "I think worms are like the fish of dirt so you could take me anywhere if you fill your pocket with dirt."

"That'd be messy. I'd get you a little glass case full of dirt."

"Very stylish," Brittany glows and laughs as she considers it, "I think any dirt is fine. Premium dirt is just a thing Big Dirt advertises to trick us away from buying shovels instead. But it can't be the gross kind - the dirty kind of dirt."

Laughing at Brittany's face wrinkling with disgust, "I'll make gourmet homemade dirt for you," Santana promises, crossing her heart with a quick gesture.

Brittany blushes, a soft pinking at her nose and ears. "You're the best girlfriend ever."

Santana knows that face means a free kiss and she claims it from Brittany's lips with a happy satisfaction, "Would you love me if I was a worm?" She asks as she relaxes back into the comfort of their pressed together bodies.

Hands pause in their absent scratching. The room holds as Brittany takes her time to thoroughly consider it. Santana tries to confine her giggle in the curl of her lips.

"No."

Santana gasps at the sudden betrayal.

"I'd devote my life to extending your worm lifespan to give me the time to dewormify you and get human you back. Loving worm you in the meantime is cheating." Brittany follows up, utterly pleased with herself.

"Well, I didn't know dewormifying was an option."

"It is, for me." Brittany holds both of Santana's hands and lets her down slowly, "You're just not the type to develop a cure for wormification."

Profoundly wounded and utterly devastated, Santana places a hand on her chest and gasps again.

"But I still love you. I love you, all of you, no matter what." Brittany promises, holding Santana's gaze with a tender adoration.

Santana melts away under it, "I love you too, Britt," she whispers back, stealing another kiss from the infinite reserve of them that Brittany keeps just for her.

"That's why it's okay you won't try to dewormify me." Brittany says into the small spaces between their kisses.