A/N: I don't own Glee nor the characters within. So this is an ongoing collection of 100 word Brittana drabbles. The first ten or so (after this one) were previously posted in my Everything Under the Sun fic, but enough of them had been written, along with the request of new ones, that I decided to make them their own fic. *smiles*

Anyway, this is a prompt from lovecanbesostrange; awkward moment during Brittany and Santana's first time. Thanks!

Santana's heart tripped. "B?" she whispered, fighting the urge to snap her legs shut, "You're staring."

Brittany nodded. "I just…" Her brow furrowed, and she leaned forward, "You don't look like me."

"What?" Jerking, stomach imploding, Santana pushed Brittany back, scrambling up to shield herself while casting quick, searching looks down at herself, "No one's said anything. Am I – but I'm normal! I'm normal. Right?"

Brittany frowned, looking down at herself. "I'm not normal…?"

Santana's eyes moved to where Brittany's were. "Brittany…" she laughed, relieved, "We're both normal. Just different."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Santana smirked. "Can we's start the scissoring now?"