“Not all robots have to be mean,” she tells the voicemail. More robots would probably grow up to be good if people were nice to them when they were kids.

Oh, my goodness, that is flawless Brittany logic. I can hear her saying it right now.

And I love the Mr. Schue that showed up in the middle of this perfect love story (Santana is so volatile and mean; Brittany is so...Brittany!), how he was supportive and wise and appropriate and funny (ha ha...self-help book) and the Puck cameo.

They spent all of fourth period kissing in one of the stalls, and it’s like God wanted it to happen because not one person came in the whole time. It was just the two of them, and Santana laughed instead of getting pissed off when Brittany accidentally almost knocked her into the toilet. She seemed so happy. Then the bell rang and Santana straightened out her ponytail and redid her makeup and said, “That didn’t happen. In case anybody asks.”

Which is funny, because when they started kissing, having people watch was the whole point. Somewhere along the line it turned into something that was just theirs.

I especially love this.