The moment the words “Artie said I was stupid” leave Brittany’s lips, Santana’s first instinct is to push Wheels off a cliff. She decides it’s not the best course of action, however, when Brittany’s blue eyes meet her own and she sees the kind of hurt in them that she wishes Brittany didn’t even know existed, let alone felt.
“Come on,” Santana says, wrapping her arm around Brittany’s shoulder and leading her away.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
Brittany doesn’t say anything else until they’ve been walking for a few minutes up some stairs and she sees Santana open a door that has “roof access” written on it.
“San? What are we doing here? We’re supposed to be in class.”
“I know, but look,” Santana turns her head to look up at the sky and Brittany, confused, does the same, “the sky’s blue.”
“It’s always blue.”
“Remember when we were younger and we used to climb trees a lot? There was that time when I fell out of one and I got so angry that I started kicking the tree and you kept telling me to stop but I wouldn’t. Do you remember what you said to me?”
“Yeah,” Brittany forgets a lot of things but the time she’s spent with Santana isn’t one of them, “I said you weren’t allowed to be mad because the sky was blue, not red.”
“And I said that that didn’t make sense but then you said the sky was blue because blue light scatters more than red, and that people shouldn’t be angry when the sky is blue because it’s a ‘happy colour.’”
“I’m not angry, San. I’m upset.”
“I know.  But you were right; it’s called Rayleigh scattering, I learned that last month.”  
“So?”
“So…we were only 10 years old, but you knew that. Way before anyone else at school did.” Santana can tell that Brittany still isn’t quite sure of what she’s trying to get at so she reaches her hand down to Brittany’s, interlocking their fingers, and says, “You’re not stupid, B. And any time you need a reminder, all you have to do is look up at the sky.”
Brittany turns her head up towards the sky again; it’s a beautiful shade of blue, with not a hint of red in sight. She stares at it quietly for a moment before she drops her head back down to look into Santana’s eyes.
Santana still has the urge to inflict some sort of physical damage on Artie but she perishes the thought because Brittany’s smiling now.
And that’s all that matters.

The moment the words “Artie said I was stupid” leave Brittany’s lips, Santana’s first instinct is to push Wheels off a cliff. She decides it’s not the best course of action, however, when Brittany’s blue eyes meet her own and she sees the kind of hurt in them that she wishes Brittany didn’t even know existed, let alone felt.

“Come on,” Santana says, wrapping her arm around Brittany’s shoulder and leading her away.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

Brittany doesn’t say anything else until they’ve been walking for a few minutes up some stairs and she sees Santana open a door that has “roof access” written on it.

“San? What are we doing here? We’re supposed to be in class.”

“I know, but look,” Santana turns her head to look up at the sky and Brittany, confused, does the same, “the sky’s blue.”

“It’s always blue.”

“Remember when we were younger and we used to climb trees a lot? There was that time when I fell out of one and I got so angry that I started kicking the tree and you kept telling me to stop but I wouldn’t. Do you remember what you said to me?”

“Yeah,” Brittany forgets a lot of things but the time she’s spent with Santana isn’t one of them, “I said you weren’t allowed to be mad because the sky was blue, not red.”

“And I said that that didn’t make sense but then you said the sky was blue because blue light scatters more than red, and that people shouldn’t be angry when the sky is blue because it’s a ‘happy colour.’”

“I’m not angry, San. I’m upset.”

“I know.  But you were right; it’s called Rayleigh scattering, I learned that last month.”  

“So?”

“So…we were only 10 years old, but you knew that. Way before anyone else at school did.” Santana can tell that Brittany still isn’t quite sure of what she’s trying to get at so she reaches her hand down to Brittany’s, interlocking their fingers, and says, “You’re not stupid, B. And any time you need a reminder, all you have to do is look up at the sky.”

Brittany turns her head up towards the sky again; it’s a beautiful shade of blue, with not a hint of red in sight. She stares at it quietly for a moment before she drops her head back down to look into Santana’s eyes.

Santana still has the urge to inflict some sort of physical damage on Artie but she perishes the thought because Brittany’s smiling now.

And that’s all that matters.