You wish she’d use that intuition to pick up on your feelings.

You’re scared to tell her, because you’ll take anything you can get from her. Right now, that means making out and sex. You’re scared that, if she knows how strongly you love her, she’ll want to stop it. You don’t think you can do without the touch of her soft skin, the brush of her lips against yours, the flick of her tongue where you need it the most. You simply don’t think you can do without her. Even though she always avoids to look you in the eye as she comes. Even though she moans Tina’s name as she comes.

You sometimes wonder how some people can call you stupid, but not see that look in Bette’s eyes every time she sees Tina. That mix of happiness, adoration, pure longing. You wonder how it is that nobody knows, nobody even suspects.

It makes you angry sometimes, that Bette can’t seem to get Tina out of her head. You think to yourself that after all these years, Bette must have figured that it wasn’t going to happen, so why couldn’t she let go?

But then a taunting voice asks you the same question. Bette will obviously always love Tina, so why can’t you let Bette go? Why can’t you move on? Why would you rather settle to be her second choice than to be anyone else’s first?

Because you love her.

And Bette can’t let go because she loves Tina, despite all the utter crap the Head cheerleader pulls. Tina has hurt Bette over and over again, has ratted her out, betrayed her, stomped on her heart – but she only has to utter a soft "I’m sorry", she only has to touch Bette’s arm and look her in the eye and give her a small, guilty smile and Bette crumbles. Bette just crumbles, accepts the apology and continues pining.

Tina knows how Bette feels, and she uses it. You’ve tried to tell Bette, but she brushes it off, says it’s not true. She won’t believe you. She won’t believe that Tina is fully aware of the longing looks, the lustful stares. That Tina sometimes shakes it up a little because she knows that it drives Bette crazy. Bette refuses to see the devious smirk that accompanies it. She refuses to see that that hint of cleavage and collarbone is nothing but a way to taunt Bette and boost her own self esteem.