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Brittany, having known her girlfriend since the pair were literally toddlers, could tell something was off even before Santana did.
Maybe it was just because Brittany had the privilege of growing up diagnosed Autistic (whereas Santana still hadn't even seemed to realize that she herself was on the spectrum), but they knew the signs of burnout like the back of their hand.
And, as it seemed, the concert the two had attended the previous night had simply been the last straw for the Latina.
When Brittany came home from work, she was unsurprised to find Santana still curled up on the couch under a blanket. The lights were off and, if Brittany didn't know any better, she'd assume the woman was asleep.
They were careful not to touch her, instead just sitting at the edge of the couch. The small dip in the fabric alerted Santana that they were there without being startling.
"Have you eaten today, baby?" Brittany asked softly. Santana gave a small hum in response, and Brittany figured that was the most communication she'd get. "Would you like some soup?"
Santana very slowly sat up at this, revealing herself from under the blanket. She looked absolutely exhausted.
She opened her mouth to say something, but grew quickly frustrated when she realized nothing was coming out. Brittany frowned.
"Can I kiss you?" the blonde asked. Normally she wouldn't need to ask, but she wanted to be extra cautious considering the other woman's state.
Santana gave a small nod and, in turn, earned a small forehead kiss.
"I'm gonna make you some soup" Brittany said simply, getting up and walking to their kitchen area. "You don't have to eat it, but I want the option there for you"
Santana couldn't voice her thanks, but the expression on her face said it all.