[Santana has lost herself in pages and pages of numbers for a math quiz she has in a few days. It isn't how she wants to spend her time, especially when her girlfriend is sitting right there next to her, but studying has to be done.
She taps the end of her pen against Brittany's forehead and chuckles]
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She taps the end of her pen against Brittany's forehead and chuckles]
I know. Wanna trade?