A/N : I don't own Glee nor the characters within. Another drunken drabble, Santina, requested by aknightintarnishedarmour. Thanks!

For three years Tina had sat in the background, sometimes feeling even more in the background than Santana, as the 'Hot Cheerio,' had been. Sure, she'd almost had the spotlight as the vampire stuttering Asian, but even that hadn't measured up to Santana's sultry position.

Nope. Once she'd broken up with Artie and become part of the Asian Fusion Twins, Tina had slid even farther back.

…Thing was, Tina didn't want to be behind Santana. Well, actually, she did… But not like that. No. She wanted to be Santana's equal.

The problem, Tina sighed, staring at herself in the mirror as she tried to perfect her, 'woe is me, I'm now single and suddenly openly bisexual because here you are again Santana because really, you're spending so much time in Lima that it's a wonder you're passing your Louisville classes, but that's okay because it gives me a chance to hit on you' expression, was that she'd never made her interest in Santana known.

At least… She frowned, she didn't think she had.

She didn't know. She'd never had the best image of herself as an enamored girl before. Normally she'd just kissed the guy she'd liked and be done with it.

But Santana, neither a guy nor a normal person, was going to be a whole 'nother problem altogether.

"…You're trying too hard," Brittany suddenly popped up next to her, pulling a comb that looked suspiciously like the one Tina had tried to throw away earlier but missed the trash can but didn't care enough to pick up through her hair.

"Uhm…?"

"Too hard." Brittany nodded. "Just be blunt. Santana likes that."

Caught off guard, Tina furrowed her brow. "Did you… Did you pick that comb up off the ground?"

"Mmhm!" Bouncing in place, Brittany grinned at her, "Free combs are the best."

"Right."

"No, but seriously," the blonde was suddenly serious again, "Just talk to her. She knows you like her."

Tina's mouth dropped open. Blinking, she tried to center herself again. "I… What?"

"She. Knows. You. Like. Her," Brittany smiled at her, "You're kind of obvious."

Resisting the urge to snatch her comb back – Mike's mother had, after all, given it to her – Tina settled back on her heels. "…How?"

"The fact you're always staring at me?"

"I'm not always staring at – !" Tina's mouth clacked shut. That hadn't been Brittany's voice. Then, when a toilet flushed behind her, she froze.

Brittany smiled at her.

The door of the stall behind Tina pushed open. "Congratulations," Santana drawled, eyebrows raising into a knowing look as she walked up to the sink between Brittany and Tina, "You've just managed to embarrass yourself."

"…Right." Tina swallowed, her voice barely passing her throat, "I…? You." She clicked her teeth together, standing up straight as she realized the position she truly was in, "You're incredibly pretty, Santana."

"Only pretty?" Santana cocked her head, turning on the tap. Her lips twitched up.

Tina couldn't help narrowing her eyes, lifting her chin. Even though her mind raced, she didn't know what to say. Finally, Brittany humming aimlessly as she continued combing her hair, Santana washing her hands with her eyes squarely on Tina, Tina swallowed. "Go out with me," she barely stuttered, courage exploding in her chest and up her throat, her own lips turning up, "And I'll tell you what you are."