[ It feels really very nice to kiss someone -- another girl, especially -- in this awkward interim where she hasn't really known what is or isn't okay to say and do around Santana. George tastes good -- bittersweet like the tequila she's been drinking -- and doesn't try to just shove her tongue down her throat like so many of the other random people Brittany has kissed over the years, so that's an added bonus. A part of her is vaguely aware that it might be time for them to stop but she likes this too much to be the one to pull away. She's content to keep kissing as long as George will let her. ]
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