Santana found she really didn't have the answer. "Different is bad," she told Brittney with absolute resolution. She had been taught it over and over again. "They are different." She shrugged. She didn't want to think about it too much herself.
"Because they need to be it," Santana said, sure that boys were as simple as she thought them to be. "If they think you are doing it for them, then they don't get mad. They just need to think they are important." Her grin was positively evil…
Once they were under the blanket for a few minutes, Santana brushed her foot against Brittney's. She remained silent for a bit as they watched the movie. She munched on goodies and had some more soda.
"Have you ever...done anything with another girl?"