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pretoriafics · 3 years

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If I wasn't a goddamn werewolf - Pt. 6

Heyy! The series is ending, but we still have more chapters to come! Enjoy it while it lasts!

You are so done with all of that drama with men! Word count: 2.573 Pairings: Reader x Derek; Reader x Platonic!Laura Contain: Some angst, Original characters (Daniel, your boyfriend; Lafayette, your friend) Warnings: English is not my main language <3; Inappropriate language TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST PART 1 | PART 5

Seventeen years later, Santa Monica, California

"Yeah, girl, I know it's annoying. I mean, live in Beacon Hills? C'mon! There's nothing there!"

Lauren was lay down on her mom and dad's bed, talking with her best friend on her cell phone. The room was entirely filled with boxes: Lauren and her parents were moving to Beacon Hills, which had left her completely annoyed. It's hard for a 15 years old teenager to moving away from her friends to live in a completely different - and smaller - city. Then, she heard a voice calling her.

"Lauren..."

You were at the door frame, with your arms crossed and a serious face. When Lauren saw you, her eyes got widen, and she talks with her friend.

"Uh, Brittany, I have to go. You know, my mom is here giving me that glare. I'll call you later, okay? Bye."

Lauren turns off her phone, and you stare at her.

"I thought you were putting the rest of the things from the cabinet in the boxes."

"I was, but Brit called me and-"

Daniel stopped close to you, looking at Lauren with arched eyebrows.

"What's happening? Lauren, I thought you were putting the things from the cabinet in the boxes."

The teenager rolled her eyes.

"I'm going to do it right now, dammit!"

Daniel looks at you, trying to avoid Lauren's sudden bad mood.

"I'll gonna wait for you downstairs."

You nod for him while Daniel moves away from you. Then, you look at Lauren that was taking a few boxes out from the cabinet.

"Look, I'll go downtown with your dad. I'll be here soon, and then we'll leave. Be ready. I'm serious."

"Okay."

You let your older daughter alone in your bedroom, with your stuff being put in the moving boxes. Then, a suitcase caught Lauren's attention. It was beautiful, made with red velvet. She never saw that thing before. Moving by her curiosity, she opened it. Inside it, Lauren found a few things: a photo album, a necklace with a triskelion pendant, and a diary. The first thing Lauren took was the diary, and when she opened it, she saw a plane ticket to Vegas. That travel was made exactly seventeen years before she was born. With that plane tickets, Lauren also found two polaroid photographs. There, she saw you and Laura Hale with eyeglasses on a sunny afternoon in front of the famous "Welcome to Las Vegas" sign. On the back of that specific photo, a handwritten quote that made Lauren gave a fun smile:

Who cares 'bout the men?

Today, Beacon Hills

Well, Daniel was not Derek's favorite person at all. Was It due to his jealousy? Oh, probably. However, Derek still has his own moral values. It wasn't fair with Daniel what happened between you and Derek, and Hale was completely sure about it. He felt guilty, and if your relationship with Derek wasn't the best earlier, now it seems to get worse. You were feeling guilty about sleeping with him while being in a relationship with Dan, as well as Derek was. He was a nice guy. Daniel didn't deserve it.

Derek was in the hospital where Daniel was working, inside his office with both sitting at the chairs. He made a few questions that would help him to solve the supernatural problem in the city, and despite he had noticed that Daniel wasn't also his biggest fan, he was being pretty collaborative.

"...And this is all I know and saw. I was lucky, I mean, I could have died that night."

Derek nod. Yeah, he could. Despite all, Derek was glad nothing had happened with Daniel.

"Well, a friend of mine managed to escape, so I'm just trying to understand what has happened there."

Daniel stares at him while sitting in his chair, with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"You know what, Hale? I don't believe you."

Derek arched his eyebrows. He was surely not expecting that.

"...I think I haven't understood you."

"I don't know much about you, but I know you the Hales are different than the most. Inside that bar, I saw things that I can't understand, just like I can't understand things about you and your family."

Well, he really was not expecting that. After a few weird silent seconds, Derek stares at him.

"There a few things outside that could be better for you if you stay away from."

"I noticed."

"I know. You're smart."

"Yeah, Hale. I am." Daniel stood up from his chair, as well as Derek. Daniel gives him a glare, almost deadly "I'm also smart enough to know there three people in my relationship, am I right, Derek?"

Jeez... In that room and in front of that serious man, Derek could feel what feels like a punch at his stomach. Daniel's words made him dizzy.

But he wouldn't let Daniel affects him.

"I don't know, Daniel. You should talk with (Y/N) to find out. I don't have the answers you want."

"Are you sure you haven't?"

"Yeah, I'm sure." Already too annoyed to care, Derek gives his back to Daniel and walks to the door "This is not high school, Daniel. Go talk with her."

And when Derek finally opened the door to leave...

"Derek, wait."

When Derek looks at Daniel, he felt heartbroken. Daniel wasn't with a cold expression anymore. He was surely lost and... heartbroken as well.

"I'm sorry." He started to talk. "I know any of this is your fault. I just know that she is in love with you. She always has." Daniel stares at the floor, melancholic "I envy you. I wish she could love me just like he loves you."

If Daniel's goal was to let Derek without words to say, he achieved it. With the door's handle in his hand, Derek just stares at Daniel without any sign of what he could say. Dammit. It would be the right choice to put all the jealousy to the side to help him someway. Before he could stay anything, Daniel asks:

"Do you love her? Just be honest with me. I need some... Clue of what I should do."

Derek hesitates. However, if it would help him, he would answer. He nods positively, and Daniel lets out a long sigh. This time was Derek's turn to say something.

"I'm serious when I say you need to talk with her."

"I will." Daniel let out a short and humorless laugh. "I'm the intruder here."

"Daniel, I-"

"I will talk with her, Derek. Thank you."

You were heartbroken. You broke up with Daniel. You knew he was bad with it, but when you talked with him about it, you were pretty sure that was the right thing to do. He didn't ask you why you did it or how you decided it. Well, it wasn't like you didn't want to break up with him. It was just the way things happened between both of you. You knew you were being unfair and unfaithful, and that was the reason you felt so bad.

So, he decided to give you a break. You could be back with time, and he was pretty sure he could make you forget all about Derek. And talking about him... Well...

Everyone in the pack knew about you and Daniel, and that's why everyone gave you a break from everything. Without saying things directly, everyone was trying to help you to trespass this phase: Laura appeared at your house with chocolate bars and some movies suggestions to watch. Talia made your favorite food and called you to have lunch at her house. Derek gives you a break about all the supernatural stuff and about himself, and Peter gave you a lot of alcoholic drinks bottles.

But the fact was: You was so done about men! You were so done about all of that drama about Derek and Daniel! Crap! You need some rest.

Two weeks after your breakup with Daniel, you called Laura. It was 1AM, and the older Hale quickly answered your call.

"(Y/N)! What happened?"

"I know it's late, I know." You started to say, sitting on your couch with a glass of wine in one of your hands "But I needed to ask you something."

"...So this is not an emergency? You know, you're not in danger, you didn't say anything-"

"Do you have money?"

Laura's mind got a lack with your question.

"...What?"

"Do you have money? I mean..." You let out a long sigh "Girl... I'm so done with all this shit."

"Wait" Laura sat on her bed "Are you with financial problems or something like that?"

"No, girl. I was thinking about making a trip. We can buy the tickets tomorrow."

The older Hale's sister arched her eyebrows.

"Where do we wanna go?"

"Vegas. You know, who cares 'bout the men? I just want to give me a break, stop feeling guilty and all this shit."

A smile takes form on Laura's lips. She admires your will to move on, and she surely will not let you alone. And Vegas? Oh, it would be fun girls' travel.

"That's my girl. I'll buy the plane tickets right now."

And the next morning, there Laura was! Her suitcase was close to the main door of the house when Derek came from his loft. Confused, he stares at the suitcase and then his sister.

"I didn't know you would travel."

"Neither do I. But you know what? I'm kinda excited. It will be fun."

Derek arch his eyebrows. It was certainly not the answer he was asking for. Then, the doorbell rings. Talia appears from the doorframe of the living room.

"I'll open it."

And when Talia opened the door, there you are: A car was waiting on the street, and you were with a huge smile on your face. Talia's heart got warm when she saw you that way.

"Hi, dear. Laura's ready."

"Oh, really? Great, because I'm already am too."

You got into the house, and despite Derek's heart failed a beat when he saw you, he still with a huge interrogation point on his head.

"Do you talked with that friend?" Laura asked for you while she takes her suitcase from the floor.

"Yeah, he is waiting for us outside. He knows everything about Vegas. The best places to eat, to have fun..."

Completely lost about that matter, Derek followed you and his sister outside.

"Wait, are you going to Vegas?"

Before you could answer him, a car stopped behind your friend's car: It was Daniel, running in your direction. You let out a long sigh in annoyance, and Derek got even more confused. Laura looks at you with wide eyes.

And this is how things exploded: In front of the Hale house.

"(Y/N), wait!" Daniel runs in your direction "I know things got complicated between us, but can we please talk? Wait." Daniel stares at Derek, and then he stares at you "What are you doing here?"

Without any patience for all of that and already too tired to care, you stare at him.

"I'm here to take my goddamn best friend on a trip. Daniel, please, you were being great during those days, but please, don't try to create drama now."

"I'm not trying to create any drama, (Y/N). I just want to talk and solve things. I think you already had time enough to put things straight on your head, so we can talk and try to solve the things that are going wrong between us."

Oh, man... You couldn't believe it.

"Are you serious, Daniel?! What part of "we're done" you couldn't understand?!"

All that drama made the entire pack suddenly appear in the front door: While Talia watches everything with wide eyes and Laura stares at you and Dan like a tennis play, Cora, Isaac, Boyd, Erica, and Peter had run to know what the hell is going on.

Yeah, it was such a scene. A worthy soap operas drama. Oh, and things got even worse when Derek invaded your arguing with your, now, ex-boyfriend.

"Look, leave her alone. She already said what was needed."

That was enough to make Peter look at his niece Cora.

"Well, I miss pop-corn right now."

Derek's presence made Daniel blush in pure rage. His eyes stare at Hale in a homicidal way.

"No one asked anything for you, Derek. This is all your fault! We were great before you come back!"

Your eyes got widen, already knowing what all of that would result in. You knew Derek and Daniel so well to know things probably would evolve. They were two stubborn men wanting the same woman. Things would get worse, surely.

"Look" Derek approaches Daniel, with a low and threatening voice "I'll request you politely one time, and I just do it once: You'll get the hell outta here and leave (Y/N)'s alone, or I swear that I'll rip your throat."

"Enough!"

Your yell was what they needed to finally look at you. The arguing between Derek and Daniel ended with both of them looking at you. It was your turn to say a few things:

"Daniel, look at me: You're being stubborn as hell. I don't want to come back to you. I don't feel anything other than a friendship about you. That's why I broke up. I don't love you."

"You are telling me a thing that I already know, (Y/N). I'm just saying that we just need some time to-"

"We don't need time, Daniel! Do you know what we need? We need to not date! Do you got it, or do I need to draw it for you?" You stare at Derek, talking with him now "I appreciate your gentleman manners, but I know how to defend myself. And you know what?" You look at both men now, raising your middle fingers. "Fuck you both! I'm choosing myself. You guys can punch each other if you want. I don't give a fuck."

Both of them were looking at you in shock, and your face was warm in rage. Actually, everyone was looking at you in shock because you were freaking out. You yelled again, looking at your friend's car.

"Lafayette!"

From the car, a stunning black drag queen with pink hair came out.

"Hi, dear!"

"We're leaving. Could you please help Laura with her bag? Thank you!"

Lafayette approaches Laura and took her suitcase, bringing it to the car. Then, you grabs Laura's wrist and started to drag her to the car. The older Hale sister looks at everyone with wide eyes.

"Let's get outta here, Laura. I'm done with that shit!" You both got into the car, as soon as Lafayette, and you look at Laura "If you bring a man to our hotel's bedroom, I swear by God that I'll get your heart out with my hand."

You were definitely freaking out. You really were so done with all of that shit!

"Girl..." Laura stares at you, scared "You're definitely spending too much time with my family. You even learned how to threaten someone."

"Hey, girls" Lafayette looks at both of you in the backseat "No men, no drama! Let's go!"

Lafayette turns on the car, and Be Happy by CLMD starts to play loud. Then, the three of you were running to LA in the direction of a relaxing and fun trip. And to be happy.

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frostedfaves · 3 years

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Pairing: dark!Natasha Romanoff x dark!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha and Wanda take you out for a bit and you work on escaping.

Warnings: dark themes, staged suicide attempt, mental health discussion, angst

A/N: good morning/afternoon/night! enjoy this chapter of reader using a bit of what she’s learned from watching her girlfriends...

Previous part

A few days later, you woke up to find your shared bed empty as usual. Deciding to get a head start on whatever they had planned, you took a shower and got dressed, grabbing a bottle of water on your way out to one of the swings in the backyard. You were lying on your back, looking up through the tree branches to the sky when you felt gentle hands lifting your legs and placing them on a lap.

“Good morning, sweet girl,” Natasha spoke to you in a soothing tone, smiling when you sat up to meet her eyes. “Have you been up long?”

“Yeah,” you sighed heavily in response that caused her to frown. “Just wanted to sit outside for a while.”

“What’s wrong, baby? You seem different today.”

“I guess being stuck inside is making me feel all moody or whatever. I don’t know.”

“Well, today is grocery day,” she reminded you, rubbing her hand across your knee. “Did you make your list?”

“Yeah, it’s in the kitchen with the main one.”

“Good. Wanda’s just about ready, so let’s head to the car and wait for her.”

She moved your legs and stood up, grabbing your hands and pulling you onto your feet and into a kiss, a sweet one that had you smiling against her lips.

“There she is,” Natasha praised as she pulled away.

“Do I get one of those too?”

Natasha laughed when she spotted Wanda in the doorway, leading you over to the house and dropping a quick kiss on Wanda’s lips before continuing into the house without you.

“Printsessa,” Wanda began with a frown, intense gaze focused on your own as she touched your shoulders. “What’s going on? I could feel your bad mood across the yard.”

“It’s nothing, Wan. I think getting out to the store today may help.”

“I hope so. I hate seeing you like this.” Her hands slid toward the base of your neck, her touch warming your skin as she leaned in to peck your lips a few times. “Mm. Delicious as always, baby. Come on, let’s get out of here.”

You were given your list upon reaching the store, along with the freedom of shopping on your own. At first you noticed them hovering while you shopped, but they eventually backed off with time as they needed to grab their own things. You were quietly inspecting cereal boxes when you heard your name in a voice that made you freeze. Brittani.

“Hey.” She approached you quickly as you faced her. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for days now. What was that?! Do you need help?”

“Britt, you shouldn’t be here,” you warned, keeping your eyes and ears open for one of your girlfriends. “I’m fine, but please leave while you can--”

“No. I can’t stand by knowing you’re in an abusive relationship.”

“That’s not what--”

“Here.” She quickly grabbed your hand and shoved a small object into your palm, closing your fingers around it. “It’s a burner. I programmed my number into it in case you need me, okay? I’m only here for another few days or so, but I won’t hesitate to fly back out here.”

“You don’t have to do all of that for me, okay?” you insisted after sliding the phone into your pocket discreetly. “I don’t need any help.”

“Y/N, please listen to me! I can…” she trailed off, eyes widening slightly at something behind you as an arm came around your waist, the hand gripping your right hip possessively.

“Is this woman bothering you, printsessa?” Wanda questioned softly and directly into your ear and you nodded slowly, placing your hand over hers and lacing your fingers together. “Let’s go somewhere else while Tash handles this.”

You allowed her to guide you to another aisle, catching a glimpse of Natasha approaching Brittani and ignoring her calls of your name. When you got to the cart, you turned in Wanda’s hold to rest your head on her shoulder, wrapping your arms around her torso and sighing lightly when her hands began to run down your back.

“I got your cereal, printsessa,” Natasha’s voice interrupted your moment, and you pulled away slightly to meet her eyes when you heard the box drop into the cart. “Did that bitch touch you?”

“She grabbed my hand, but that’s it.”

She nodded in response as she grabbed the short list sticking out of your back pocket. “I’ll finish up in here, Wan. Just wait in the car,” she requested, kissing the two of you before you walked away.

“You’re okay, right?” Wanda asked as you walked outside, her arm around your waist again. “We don’t mean to scare you...we just don’t like anyone coming too close, especially that shitty ex-girlfriend.”

“I’m fine,” you assured her with a gentle smile. “Everything is fine.”

It was better than fine, but Wanda didn’t know that.

The rest of the day went without incident, coming home to unload the groceries and watching Wanda as she made an adorable snack tray for the three of you to have during your movie marathon. The three of you fell asleep during the second movie and woke up just in time to order something for dinner, which you also ate in the living room in front of the television.

“It’s Clint,” Natasha sighed as she looked at the text she just received. “He needs to discuss a mission with us.”

The two of them glanced over at you, wrapped in a blanket and asleep in a corner of the couch, and quietly decided to take the call in the locked office area in the basement. As soon as you heard their footsteps hitting the bottom of the staircase you sat up, pulling the burner phone from your pocket and drafting a text to a number you’d always remembered.

I need your help. Don’t reply to this or any other messages I send you.

You quickly explained your plan and signed it all with your name, putting the phone on silent and coming back to delete the text when you were sure it was delivered. You then head upstairs as quietly as possible, slipping into Natasha’s room and setting up a bug on her mission bag, repeating the same steps in Wanda’s room. Next, you wandered into your shared room and reached on the side of the bed, pulling out the gun Natasha hadn’t realized you’d seen her hide for emergency protection.

Your eyes watered as you stared at the heavy object in your hands, shaking a bit at the feeling you’d never thought you’d experience again. At least, you hoped. Part of you wondered why Natasha would dare keep any type of weapon this close to you given that she knew everything about you, which included the dark thoughts that led to the first time you held a gun. Still, she was an Avenger and former assassin, so the hidden gun made sense to you.

“It’s okay,” you tried to convince yourself nervously as you walked into the bathroom to see your reflection. “It’ll all be over soon.”

“Printsessa?”

The call came from down the hall, and you took a deep breath as you turned the safety off and closed your eyes, lifting the barrel of the gun to your temple.

“Baby, what are you--no!”

The gun was ripped away from your hand and smashed against the wall, and you opened your eyes as Wanda ran over to wrap her arms around you.

“Baby, please please don’t ever do that again, okay? We can’t lose you...I can’t lose you.” Her entire body seemed to tremble against you, and it reflected in her voice.

“What’s going on?” Natasha questioned as she entered the room, eyes widening at the sight of Wanda squeezing you against her and the remnants of a gun at your feet. “Wanda, what happened--”

“I’ll explain downstairs. Go.” You flinched at her unusually cold tone as Natasha left, and Wanda placed one hand on your jaw as she pulled away a bit. “Wait for us on the bed, okay? Don’t touch anything and don’t move, please.”

You nodded and sat on the corner of the mattress as she passed you and closed the door behind her. As soon as you heard her footsteps hit the bottom of the stairs, you jumped to your feet and pressed your ear against the door, listening as the two began an argument downstairs.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Natasha?! Putting a gun in a room with a woman that attempted suicide in the past, seriously?!”

“I didn’t--”

“No, you did know, Natasha. You told me!”

“It’s for protection, Wanda! If someone attacks us in the middle of the night, I can--”

“We live in a fucking fortress! We set this place up so that no one could get in and she couldn’t get out without us knowing! If you need the gun that badly put it in a fucking safe so it won’t be so fucking easy for her to get it! We almost lost her tonight because of your carelessness!”

A moment of silence passed, and you pressed further against the wood to make sure you didn’t miss anything.

“I’m sorry, Tash. Come here, please. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want to lose her, Wan.” The words were separated by sobs and you felt a bit of guilt settling in your heart.

“I know, I don’t either. That’s why I panicked and I took it out on you, and I’m sorry.” Another moment of silence passed. “I’m gonna check on her while you calm down, okay?”

You quickly climbed onto the bed again, scooting back to the headboard and forcing yourself to think about terrible things to build more tears as Wanda came back upstairs. You lifted your head as she opened the door, one of the building tears gliding down your cheek without warning.

“Oh baby,” she cooed as she came to sit on your left side, quickly pulling you in against her. “You’ve got to let us in that pretty head of yours more often. Is this what you’ve been blocking me from hearing lately?”

You nodded, sniffling as you tucked yourself into her hold a bit more. “I didn’t want to worry you but it got worse so fast.”

“What happened when we left, printsessa?” Natasha questioned gently as she climbed onto the other side of the bed, wrapping her arms around you from behind. “I thought you were sleeping.”

“I was, but I had a nightmare. It was a recurring one I hadn’t experienced in years and with everything I’ve been feeling lately, it was too much. I came here to find a sweater or something to comfort me because I didn’t want to bother you, but I found the gun and my mind just went blank.”

“We want you to bother us, printsessa,” Natasha told you with a crack in her voice, and you felt a couple tears drop and soak into your shirt. “No matter what time of day or night, no matter what we’re doing...please always bother us.”

The two of them whispered more soft reassurances that you ignored as you sank further into their holds, getting in a comfortable sleeping position. They followed your lead when they realized you were tired, each of them kissing your cheek as they also settled, and you couldn’t fight the smile that came to your lips.

Phase one was complete.

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wheresmynaya · 3 years

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Hate to Date Ch.9 | Brittana

A/N - Lots to process, hey? I’ve been seeing in the reviews all the guesses of who will develop feelings first (& the few that are convinced they’ve already figured it out lol). It’s always interesting to see what y’all are thinking! Anyways, thanks for “tuning in” each Friday & thanks to those who have gifted me a coffee through ko-fi too. While I’m still in Lockdown 6.0, it’s really the little things that make a big difference. Until next time! 💙

Available on ff.net (x) ao3 (x) & under the cut!

“Okay,” Santana huffs as she turns to the blonde. “I know Artie’s your friend and you’ve got history and all but fuck that guy. Seriously, what the hell was that?”

Brittany nods along sadly, “I figured you’d say that once you met him.”

“God,” Santana shakes her head still coming down from wanting to cause bodily harm to him. “He really is a tool. Like the balls on him, complimenting you in front of your girlfriend. What a dick!”

“Yeah,” Brittany scratches at the back of her neck. “I told you he’s changed a lot.”

“You mean he used to be less of a dick at some point?”

“Surprisingly, yeah,” Brittany replies. “He won Most Brilliant Brainiac last year and now he thinks he’s God’s gift.”

Santana scoffs, “A gift that needs to be returned.”

“Stop,” Brittany scolds lightly. “He’s still my friend.”

“Well you sure know how to pick them.”

Brittany frowns and Santana instantly regrets uttering the words. Sometimes her mouth runs faster than her head can filter and by then it’s too late. Usually she wouldn’t feel bad about speaking so honestly but there’s something about the way Brittany pokes out her bottom lip like that that makes Santana falter.

“Sorry,” Santana says guiltily.

Brittany looks to Santana and nods, “I know he’s not the easiest person to get along with now, but he does have his moments.”

“Does he? I mean, what is the appeal?” Santana questions genuinely. “Because the personality is not a winner. I don’t even see him with a hot piece like me for arm candy.”

Brittany chuckles, “Yeah. I’m surprised about that too. I thought he would’ve brought two dates just to show off.”

Santana scrunches her nose in disgust, “It would take more than two dates to change my mind about him. Why does your team keep him around?”

“They love him. He’s so knowledgeable about so many things. He’s perfect for academic decathlons,” Brittany shrugs. “But I’m not sure how long it’ll last. He’s a great mentor but he’s gotten so critical of everyone, even me.”

“Especially you,” Santana corrects. She starts to feel heated all over again, “I can’t believe the way he spoke to you. Who the fuck does he think he is? Like sure, I can find you a little hard to swallow sometimes and it’s annoying how you’re just naturally great at so many things but I’d never say the things he did.”

“Honestly, I’ve heard worse things,” Brittany reasons. It sounds as though she’s trying to be lighthearted but the look on her face is anything but and that breaks Santana’s heart a little. “Artie’s criticism is nothing compared to what people used to say about me growing up.”

Santana frowns, “That doesn’t make it okay though. You know that, right?”

“It’s fine. I’ve got tough skin.”

“That’s not the point,” Santana sighs. “You shouldn’t have to take that kind of crap from anyone.”

“Sometimes you have to,” Brittany replies. “Sometimes you just have to take it and do the hard work in silence. Let the success speak for itself. Getting caught up in what everyone thinks is exactly how I lost my way before, so I’m not going to do it again.”

Santana shakes her head. She gets it – she really does – but it doesn’t make it any less okay.

These little glimpses of Brittany’s childhood really make Santana feel for her. She was fortunate enough to have parents and teachers who encouraged her studies – sometimes in an overbearing ways – but at least she had the support.

For Brittany, it seems like all odds were against her and for some twerp like Artie thinking he gets to be another one of those little voices making Brittany doubt herself really grinds Santana’s gears. He’s the worst kind of manipulative.

“It’s fine, really,” Brittany adds upon Santana’s silence. “I can take it when it’s coming from a friend.”

“Friend?” Santana laughs dismissively, “We’re not even friends and I’d never put you down like that.”

Brittany looks at her curiously and it makes Santana feel suddenly self conscious. Maybe her honesty has gotten her trouble yet again?

“Really?” Brittany asks.

Santana doesn’t hesitate, “Well yeah.”

Brittany’s shoulders ease a little and Santana takes that as a sign to continue.

“I was seriously this close to slapping him upside the head,” She says. “I may be many things and people may have occasionally called me a bitch from time to time, but even I wouldn’t stoop to the level he’s on. I wouldn’t put down my friend.”

Brittany’s brows rise, almost out of disbelief.

Santana wants to ask what that look is, but she’s a little nervous about the answer so instead she averts her attention to the dancefloor. She keeps her eyes roaming the crowd, avoiding meeting Brittany’s gaze.

“He’s just a little blunt,” Brittany attempts to reason again.

Santana shakes her head, “Whatever it is, you’re better off without him.”

Brittany sighs, “I just, I still care about him. I know I shouldn’t, but I don’t know. Have you ever felt that before? Wanting to hold out hope for someone to change?”

Santana’s anger dissipates for a second. Those words resonate with her and drudge up an unwanted memory. Has she ever felt the way Brittany does? The blonde has no idea…

Upon her silence, Brittany continues.

“You probably think I’m crazy but,” Brittany lets out a tired sigh. “Maybe I am. I just wish there was a way to bring back the real him – the one that took the time to show me around when I was new here. You know, the one who cared.”

Santana softens, because she knows the feeling all too well and it sucks big time.

“Don’t we all,” She mumbles.

Brittany looks to her, brows raised. Santana finds herself meeting Brittany’s gaze again and it’s like with one look at her the truth is impossible to hold back.

“How long do we have to suffer before we realize they’re not coming back though?” Santana asks. “What if that’s who they are now? This uncaring, unloving, unfazed ghost of a person we can’t even recognize anymore. That’s all we get and we’ve just got to deal with it and…and move on.”

Brittany looks at her curiously.

Santana averts her gaze to the crowd again, “Once again we have way too much in common for my liking.”

“What do you mean?”

Santana sighs, “I mean, you should just cut your losses now before it’s too late.”

Brittany smirks but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes, “Clearly you’ve never been in love before. It’s a bit harder than that. Not that this is love, I don’t know what this is.”

“It’s not love, that’s for sure.”

“Like you’d know,” Brittany jokes lightly.

Santana has the urge to laugh.

She’s almost forgotten that Brittany still doesn’t know that much about her past, because if she did she’d would know that Santana, of all people, knows what it’s like to be in love with someone you wish you weren’t.

“Well, I know it’s better to be told straight up about how you feel rather than to always wonder what went wrong or what could’ve been,” Santana finds herself saying. “But sometimes we don’t get that luxury. Maybe it’s just better to let it go and move on.”

“Or maybe he’ll finally snap out of it and see what he’s been missing now that I’m in this fake relationship with you.”

Santana’s surprised by Brittany’s honesty. The blonde looks surprised that it escaped her, but the two just stand there staring – trying to grasp the gravity of what they’ve both revealed.

Brittany’s using Santana to win over Artie; it’s almost laughable and yet, Santana can do nothing but stare in disbelief. She gets it though; she’s desirable, completely out of someone like Artie’s reach. Dating her would be enough to rattle anyone with eyes so it makes sense.

She knew Brittany was cunning, but it still surprises her. At least Santana’s reasoning for doing all of this has to do with her future, but Brittany? What’s Artie have to do with hers?

Santana scrunches her nose as her head starts filling in the blanks to that question. She pictures Artie in her place beside Brittany; them holding hands as they make their way to class, them making dumb googly eyes at each other at the library, them being this unstoppable power couple because of their success in academic decathlons.

It’s gross.

But who is she to pass judgement? She’s doing all of this because she couldn’t hold down a relationship to save her life, she’s in no position to judge Brittany’s.

And it’s not like this is the first time she’s been used like this before. Some of the girls she has been with only need her for a night, a way to get back at an ex or to make someone jealous. If anything, she’s become kind of an expert when it comes to being the middle-woman.

What’s the difference knowing Brittany’s doing the same? She supposes there isn’t one.

“Well, I guess I’ve found the real reason why you agreed to do this,” Santana says to fill the silence. As the words leave her, there’s an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Brittany looks away and replies, “I guess so.”

There’s a long pause where the two of them look anywhere but at each other. Santana’s gears are moving a mile a minute just trying to figure out the why of it all while Brittany’s – Brittany’s a mystery.

Santana glances back at her curiously, watching her profile and suddenly wanting to know more. How could someone be so blindly hopeful? Who knows if she’ll ever get that answer, but until then she still has to fulfill her obligation to Brittany tonight.

“Well, if this is what you really want to do then,” Santana pauses – trying to shake off the surprise and get back into the zone. Tonight’s about Brittany and being her perfect fake girlfriend and what Brittany wants, Brittany gets. “Then we’ve got to do this the right way. Really show him what he’s missing.”

Brittany quirks a brow, “Seriously?”

“Yeah. Guys like him always want what they can’t have,” Santana says simply. “It’ll be so easy.”

“And what do you suggest?”

Santana smirks, “Just follow my lead.”

Santana’s lead ends up involving lots of flirting. Her goal was to help Brittany make Artie jealous, but she secretly kind of likes the uncomfortable look he gets anytime he happens to glance their way. He’s not so cocky and arrogant now!

It only gets worse when Brittany offers Santana a dance.

They find Mike and Tina again on the dancefloor and the couple waves to Santana and Brittany happily before getting lost in the music again. Santana and Brittany do the same, but it takes them a second before they find their synchronicity.

Afterall, this is their first time dancing together – things are bound to get a little awkward.

Thankfully, it’s all upbeat stuff – songs that are easy to groove to and they find their rhythm a couple songs in. The couple keeps it tame for the most part, almost forgetting what all of this is for, until they notice Artie watching again from a distance.

Brittany notices him first and starts dipping her hands lower and lower down Santana’s back, letting them settle low around her waist. It has Santana’s heart rate spiking until she catches on and starts letting her hands roam too.

“Poor guy,” Santana jokes when she catches sight of him. “He has no idea what he’s started.”

Brittany chuckles although she shakes her head, “It’s almost mean.”

“Fuck him,” Santana shrugs before turning her back to Brittany. She reaches back with one hand settling at the base of Brittany’s neck. “It’s his loss. Isn’t that the point of this?”

“You’re right,” Brittany nods. She leans into the crook of Santana’s neck, “His loss.”

Brittany then sets her hands on Santana’s hips, strong and steady, and pulls her in close so that their hips fit snuggly. It surprisingly tugs at something deep and dormant within Santana and she finds herself leaning into it, rolling her head back to rest against Brittany’s shoulder.

With the way Brittany’s rocking into her along with the beat, Santana has to bite her cheek to keep from making a noise. Who knew someone who spends most of their day in a musty library could move like this? Santana’s a little starstruck to say the least.

She can’t remember the last time she danced with someone like this and she starts to feel the effects of the alcohol and a tiny bit of desperation because it’s been such a long time. It’s actually sad how tightly she’s wound up. She’s sure she’d probably snap from just a touch which is so not her style, but she knows she’s not in the right kind of company to finally break.

She’s on the job; Brittany’s a job and there’s no time for mixing pleasure with work.

But damn, does it feel good when Brittany’s hands squeeze at her hips. Or when she rocks into her so smoothly along with the beat. Or how it sends shivers all over her when Brittany whispers into her ear – she’s not even saying anything risky but God it doesn’t matter.

And even if all of this is for show, Santana’s so deprived of this kind of affection that she doesn’t care – Brittany can use her all night if she wants.

Santana doesn’t begin to notice where her thoughts are taking her until she spots Artie wheeling away.

“He’s leaving,” Santana notes as she turns in Brittany’s embrace.

Brittany’s hands go to rest against the small of Santana’s back, “Do you think he gets the idea?”

Santana smirks and looks up at Brittany, “I think everyone gets the idea.”

A blush starts to bloom as blue eyes dart bashfully away, “Sorry. Was that too much? I was just following your lead like you said.”

“It’s fine. It’s the most action I’ve had in awhile,” Santana jokes.

Brittany gives her a unimpressed look but Santana’s smile only grows because of it.

The music shifts to something slow, old school Elvis. Santana recognizes the instrumental instantly; Maribel and Eddie’s first dance song. Honestly, it’s most couple’s first dance song – apparently you can’t get any more creative than Can’t Help Falling in Love.

She attempts to find her exit, but they’re surrounded by couples now. It would cause way too big of a scene to try and escape, so she goes with her only option. She lets Brittany take the lead and they start to sway.

Santana’s fingers thread at the back of Brittany’s neck while the blonde’s hands fall to Santana’s hips. They do the slow side-to-side move, but the sudden closeness has Santana feeling oddly shy. It’s bringing back memories of school functions and dancing awkwardly with dates she never wanted.

“You really miss it that much?” Brittany asks softly while they sway. “All the hook-ups?”

Santana sputters a laugh, unsure of how to respond, but one look at Brittany has her realizing that the blonde is genuinely asking. Her smile falters and she goes back to looking everywhere but inquisitive blue eyes.

“You gonna shame me for it again?” Santana asks jokingly.

She hates how quickly things between them can feel way too personal for her liking. Even more so, she hates how easy it’s starting to be to want to open up more around the girl.

“No, I was just curious,” Brittany shrugs. “This probably isn’t what you’re used to doing at a place like this.”

“I’m not usually at places like this.”

“You know what I mean,” Brittany replies. “Parties or clubs or whatever. You wouldn’t be slow dancing with a potential lay. You don’t seem like that kind of girl.”

Santana scoffs playfully, “Well once again, you don’t know me at all. Slow dancing is my jam, it really gets the girls hot and bothered.”

Brittany quirks her brow, “Seriously?”

“Of course not,” Santana chuckles. “I’m usually out of there by the time the slow songs come on. They’re not my style.”

“Knew it.”

“But it’s not horrible,” Santana dismisses as they continue to sway. “I wouldn’t say slow dancing with you is at the top of my list of the worst things I’ve ever had to do.”

Brittany looks surprised, “Oh really?”

“It’s in the Top 5 for sure,” Santana jokes. “But it’s not number one.”

“You’re too kind,” Brittany jokes.

“I try. But hey – you’ve surprisingly got rhythm, Pierce!” Santana compliments. “Wouldn’t have pegged you for a dancer.”

Brittany laughs, “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.”

Santana chuckles, “First the little thing you’ve got for Wheels and now this? I don’t think I can handle anymore surprises for the rest of night.”

Brittany rolls her eyes, “But you’re having fun?”

Santana shrugs, trying to be dismissive but her smile gives her true feelings away. She’s at a fancy place with great music and free alcohol looking fly as hell and one of her missions for the night is to piss off a chauvinistic douchebag – fun is an understatement.

“It’s not the kind of ragers I’m used to,” Santana teases. “But yeah – I’m having fun. Dancing with you is fun.”

Brittany’s face fills with a grin, “Yeah. I think dancing with you is fun too. It’s a bonus that Artie gets a little peeved as well.”

“That’s probably my favorite part,” Santana agrees and they continue dancing for a little while longer.

Santana finds that messing with Artie is child’s play, but it’s oh so satisfying.

Santana and Brittany take turns pretending to whisper sweet nothings into each other’s ear once they get to their assigned table. They find it easy to giggle along with one another when their sweet nothings are really just lame pick up lines that would never work in real life. But they say it in these ramped up seductive voices and that makes it all the more hilarious.

Meanwhile, Artie sits across from them with a sourpuss look on his face.

Maybe they’ve gotten away from the point of all this – that being to make Artie jealous – or maybe it really is working? Whatever it is, Santana can’t find it in her to reel them back in, not when it’s this much fun.

Dinner is served not too long after and Santana’s amazed once again by the spread. There’s giant cuts of filet mignon atop a colorful array of fresh Spring veggies. There’s oysters and huge lobster tails and extravagant towers of shrimp! The organizers clearly spared no expense with the menu and Santana excitedly awaits her dinner as the waitstaff start to come around to top up everyone’s wine glasses.

Santana watches as dishes are set down in front of everyone, all alternating between seafood and steak and the occasional vegetarian option. Everything looks so damn good and she glances next to her, wondering what Brittany will get.

“I ordered the shrimp,” Brittany tells her just as the plate is set down. “I got you the steak. I hope that’s okay? I wasn’t too sure.”

“Classy,” Santana nods as her plate is set down too. The garnishes make it look like artwork and she’s almost too afraid to touch it. “God, this looks so good. You didn’t mention there was free food too. This place is heaven.”

Brittany chuckles as she reaches for her cutlery.

While everyone eats, there’s quiet chatter amongst the table.

Santana’s so glad that Mike and Tina are around, at least that’s one couple that she doesn’t mind. Most people are pretty pretentious – all I’m so much smarter than you because I know random shit about random shit – and it makes Santana want to roll her eyes so hard but she doesn’t for Brittany’s sake.

Unlike Santana, Brittany gets along well with everyone and somehow sees past the horrible personalities. That’s not too surprising considering how she feels about Artie though.

Then again, maybe Brittany was right about there being a nice guy underneath all that ego because when Artie does finally get to talking to her again – he’s not a dick. They talk excitedly about comics or something and Santana notes the way they both light up.

For once, there’s a glimpse of him being a decent human being and maybe – just maybe – Santana sees what Brittany does.

But he’s not off the hook just yet, not after the way he started off the night. She doesn’t want to rock the boat though, so she quietly eats her dinner and plays the role of perfect fake girlfriend just like she said she would. This night isn’t about her, it’s about Brittany and she’s going to do her best to keep it that way.

A while later, dessert begins to be brought out as a few speeches are given up on stage. The announcer talks about the many prestigious teams in the room and how talented everyone is judging by their high percentages. Most of it goes over Santana’s head, not really interested in how academic decathlon clubs work but what does spark some interest though is when the awards start getting presented.

There’s a kind of anticipation that settles over the room and Santana looks around noting just how many clubs are in attendance. She had no idea academic decathlons were a thing until this year, but to see everyone so on edge as they await the reveal of this year’s winner really puts things into perspective for her.

When Santana glances to her side, she finds that Brittany’s got her eyes squeezed tight and her fingers are crossed on both hands. As she looks around the room, she sees club members look similarly – hoping and praying.

The Brainiacs happen to come in Second Place in the overall thing, but Brittany stands and claps along with everyone else despite things not going her team’s way. Santana watches her and smiles because this girl really is just so pure. Here she is clapping and pumping her fist in the air as the first place team take to the stage. Nothing about it is forced because she’s genuinely happy for them and that amazes Santana.

She didn’t think people like Brittany actually existed and yet there she stands.

The lead up for presenting the award for Most Brilliant Brainiac is much more anticipated.

Santana looks around the room as it seems like everyone’s on the edge of their seat. It’s almost comical, because it’s basically an award for the biggest nerd in the room and these people actually want it.

Still, Santana listens quietly.

She notices Artie fixing his dumb bowtie and checking his teeth in the reflection of his silver spoon as if he already knows what’s coming. She so hopes he doesn’t win just because of that. She doesn’t care who it goes to, she doesn’t care if it’s an even bigger tool than him – if that’s even possible – all she cares about is watching the guy get the biggest reality check known to man.

Suddenly, she’s on the edge of her seat just like everyone else.

“This year the award goes to,” The announcer pauses for dramatic effect.

Santana’s still waiting for the name to be called out, but the spotlight shining directly beside her is answer enough.

“No way!” Brittany beams. She doesn’t know what to do with herself, she just looks from side to side making sure that the spotlight is on the right person. “Me? It’s me?”

“Come on up, Miss Pierce!” The announcer gestures proudly.

Their entire table turns to applaud. Santana notices Mike with the biggest grin on his face as he claps while Tina’s snapping picture after picture for her article.

Brittany’s in awe as she makes her way onto the stage, the crowd roaring with applause as she goes. When she gets to the podium, the man hands her a gold trophy shaped like a brain and then presents her to the room.

“Here she is, folks! This year’s Most Brilliant Brainiac! Give it up for Miss Brittany S. Pierce!”

Before she realizes it, Santana’s on her feet in a second and claps so hard her hands start to sting.

“That’s my girl!” She shouts and pumps her fist in the air.

Brittany must hear her from the stage because she ducks her head bashfully at the shout out, her cheeks going a little pink as she soaks in the applause.

Santana glances over at Artie who barely claps. She rolls her eyes at him, because he yet again shows his true colors. How he flies under the radar is a mystery to her, but Brittany’s not around to hold her back this time.

So she points a threatening finger at him and rubs a little salt in his ego.

“Take that, Professor X! You suck so bad!”

Artie looks a little scandalized, but he keeps his mouth shut as Brittany absorbs the limelight. She looks at her trophy like she can’t believe its hers and Santana swears she sees those pretty blue eyes start to well with tears. This time they’re happy tears though and Santana’s so relieved for that!

A moment later, Brittany’s making her way back to their table with her new trophy in hand.

“Look! It’s so heavy,” Brittany giggles as she shows off the award to Santana.

Santana smiles fondly. Only Brittany could be this proud about being the dorkiest dork in the room. She doesn’t know what it is about the way she looks, the way her eyes light up to match the brilliance of her smile, the way they seem to be even bluer than usual.

All she knows is that she can’t help but pull Brittany in for a deep kiss.

She can feel the way Brittany stiffens in her arms at first before relaxing – the kiss takes her by surprise too, she can only imagine what Brittany’s thinking.

Alarm bells ring but then she feels a cool hand touch her cheek and suddenly everything stops because she’s being kissed back.

Brittany’s kissing her back.

It’s soft and gentle and when Santana pulls away, she’s swears she sees stars.

All Santana’s thinking about is the way Artie spoke to Brittany earlier, how he scolded her like a child. She thinks about Brittany’s parents and how they never truly supported her until recently. She thinks about the stories Brittany’s told about her experiences in high school and her time at MIT. She thinks about how after all of that, Brittany’s still maintained her kindness.

Brittany’s better than her, she’s so much better than everyone here, and she doesn’t even know it.

And maybe Santana’s just really proud of her – that’s why she kissed her? Maybe she’s just really into her whole fake girlfriend role right now? Maybe she’s just super committed and she’s finally matched Brittany’s level of going above and beyond?

That’s got to be the explanation for it, because no way she’ll admit to it being anything else.

“I’m so proud of you,” Santana quickly says. “Way to stick it to those guys.”

Brittany blushes, “I really didn’t expect anyone to vote for me. I hope they’re not mad.”

“Fuck them if they are!” Santana retorts. “You worked so hard for this. If they can’t be supportive of you then they don’t deserve you as a teammate.”

Brittany relaxes upon hearing Santana’s words, “You mean that?”

Santana smiles and nods like it’s simple, “Well yeah. You’re a genius, Britt.”

Brittany grins again and looks down at her trophy bashfully, “I’m also Brilliant.”

“Yeah, that too,” Santana chuckles.

They go to take their seats when they realize everyone’s kind of staring at them still. Santana doesn’t care all that much, Brittany deserves the recognition. She finds a kind of joy in making sure she knows it too.

“Seriously though, congrats,” Santana tells her. “You really earned it.”

Brittany ducks her head before leaning closer and whispers low enough so only Santana can hear. The move makes Santana’s heart suddenly race as she’s reminded of their time on the dancefloor earlier.

“Is that you talking or my fake girlfriend?” Brittany asks.

Santana bites her lip as she ponders that. For the first time, it’s kind of hard to tell. This arrangement is like being on-call; you never know when they have to slip into character so now it’s second nature and maybe it’s finally starting to blur the lines which Santana didn’t think would ever be possible.

But just to be safe she says, “I’m a pretty good actress. Aren’t I?”

Brittany only smirks as they both start to giggle and admire her new trophy while Artie stews in his jealousy.

They spend the rest of the Ball taking pictures with Brittany’s trophy for the school magazine and hitting the dancefloor once again.

Obviously, the dancing is the best part and by now everyone’s got a good buzz going with the amount of booze in the place. It’s surprisingly a good time – one of the best Santana’s had in months and it’s even more surprising that it’s in Brittany’s company.

If you would’ve told her at the start of the semester that this is where she’d be right now, she wouldn’t have believed you at all. Never in a million years would she be caught dead in a place like this, but it’s funny how things change – how relationships evolve.

Just tonight, she walked into this Ball wondering if she even stood a chance up against Brittany’s wrath. She really messed up, she knows that, but all of this is new territory for her. She’s not used to looking out for anyone else other than her family and Puck, but she’s starting to get it now.

If Brittany was anyone else, Santana probably wouldn’t have cared about her hurt feelings the other night. She would’ve let the girl go without a second thought because who has time to put up with the drama, but this relationship has her doing a lot of things she normally wouldn’t.

It’s reintroducing her to things that have been long forgotten and Santana doesn’t really know how to feel about that. It’s drudging up the old Santana; the vulnerable, the gullible, the sensitive one who has no place here now.

It’s a lot more than she signed up for, but she supposes it’s only natural to have those feelings start to resurface again when they’re both so committed to playing their roles perfectly. If anything, it’s a reminder that once upon a time Santana really was perfect girlfriend material.

And tonight, she gets to live out that little memory.

Maybe if her heartbreak didn’t harden her, maybe this is what she’d be like? Maybe she’d actually date a girl like Brittany? Maybe she’d stop selling herself short just like Puck said? Maybe she’d stick around long enough for something real to happen?

Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

It always takes Santana by surprise that when she gets to thinking like this, it’s always in the presence of Brittany. This girl; Santana knew being with her would be a challenge but not like this. She can’t hold it against her though, after all this is her idea and really it could be so much worse than what it is.

They don’t really owe each other anything, they’re just pawns in their elaborate games – but here they are dancing the night away without a care in the world and for once things feel fine.

It’s a nice break from all that heaviness from earlier.

And for a moment, Santana doesn’t think it’s all too bad. The whole possibility of being friends with Brittany thing; when it’s like this, it really isn’t the worst thing ever.

She might actually kind of like it.

Other than Puck, Santana doesn’t really have that many people she’s close with. She doesn’t have many people she’d consider friends. For the past two years, maybe even longer, she’s kept people at an arm’s length.

After everything, she’s just not into getting close to anyone anymore. Letting people into her shit sounds like a lot of work and kind of terrifying.

What if they don’t like what they find? What if she’s too much? What if they decide to leave too? What if it changes her again?

It’s too big of a risk. It’s best that she does the leaving instead. It’s the only way she can keep some type of control on things, because no way she’ll let anyone go for a joyride with her feelings again.

She likes to keep her circle small, but being around Brittany starts to make her wonder. What’s the harm in trying?

A thought like that makes her laugh though; that hopefulness is a direct result of hanging around Brittany way too much.

“It’s so hot in here! Why’s it so hot?” Brittany sighs and wipes at her brow with the back of her hand. Her cheeks are flushed and sweat glistens in the hollow of her neck deliciously.

Santana averts her eyes when she realizes she’s staring.

“You’re dancing up a storm, that’s why!” Santana teases.

“Because it’s so much fun!” Brittany does a twirl then starts to sway when she stops. “The dizziness…not so much.”

“Maybe don’t spin around like that?” Santana suggests playfully. “You want to go outside? Get some air?”

“Yeah, let’s do that,” Brittany nods but just before she follows after Santana she runs back to the table. “Mike! Mike, watch my trophy!”

Mike drunkenly nods and gives her a thumbs up.

“Thanks! Okay, let’s go,” Brittany tells Santana and leads the way out.

They end up going to the grand steps Santana walked up earlier in the night and take a seat by one of the columns. The air is crisp and refreshing compared to the stuffiness inside and it’s such a relief. They rest their heads back and soak it in.

“You see Artie’s face when I won?” Brittany giggles.

Santana smirks, “Oh yeah. That prick; I was hoping he’d lose. Makes it even better that it was to you.”

“I know I shouldn’t think it but,” Brittany pauses to take in a deep breath before letting it out in a sigh. “I’m glad he lost too. Maybe it’ll bring him down a notch.”

Santana chuckles, “Hopefully it’ll bring him down a few notches. That guy is a piece of work. I still can’t believe you’re into him.”

Brittany ducks her head and sighs again as they fall into a comfortable silence.

Even if Brittany doesn’t show it, Santana can feel something’s gone unsaid.

They haven’t talked about the kiss from earlier, but maybe there’s nothing that they need to talk about? They’re out in public, it goes without saying that they have to do what normal couples would – like kiss when your girlfriend wins an award.

Why would they need to talk about it? It’s not like it was the first time they’ve ever done that. Then again, when Santana gets to thinking – the last time was New Year’s Eve.

Maybe Santana’s just overthinking it all? This is why she doesn’t do relationships or feelings – real or not! They’re confusing and annoying and she doesn’t want it.

God, she wishes she was on Brittany’s level of tipsy. That would make things so much easier!

“You know when we were talking before, you said that we’ve got too much in common,” Brittany mentions awhile later. She keeps her eyes turned up to the sky as she asks, “What’d you mean by that?”

The question takes Santana by surprise as she tries to remember their conversation from earlier. When she does, she wishes that she didn’t. It’s not a subject she loves talking about, nor does she love revisiting its memories, but for some odd reason she can feel her safeguard wavering.

“I guess I was in your place once with Artie,” Santana replies. “Sort of.”

“You were into him too?”

Santana chuckles at the joke, “No way. I mean, I fell for someone I shouldn’t have.”

“What happened?”

Santana pauses, wondering if she wants to go down this road. The only other person she’s ever talked about all this to is Puck and that’s only because he was partly involved. She’s done her best to bury every feeling, every memory, but there’s something about Brittany that has Santana opening up just a little more.

“There was a girl a long time ago,” Santana finds herself saying before glancing Brittany’s way. “The one from the picture in my room back in Lima.”

Brittany nods and quietly encourages her to continue.

“She was my best friend growing up,” Santana says. “The only one who ever understood me. We were close, closer than friends should be. Eventually, I wanted to be more – make things official.”

“You?” Brittany asks in disbelief.

“I know, shocking,” Santana jokes through a sad smile. “She said she wanted it too, but she was afraid. She wanted to keep things hidden, keep us hidden, and I…I loved her so I followed along.”

Santana feels her chest tighten with that long-forgotten pain, but then Brittany’s hand finds hers. She squeezes softly at her hand and suddenly the feeling isn’t so bad.

“She kept saying one day it’ll be different,” Santana goes on. “One day we won’t have to hide, one day we’d just run off together, but until then we had to pretend. It sounded like a good plan and I felt so strongly about her, so I waited. I watched her get into relationships with guy after guy just to keep people off of our scent, off of her scent.”

“The older we got, the further in the closest she went. It was like she forget that it was all a cover and the life she was living was a lie.”

Brittany nods sympathetically.

“I ended up coming out midway through our Junior year,” Santana says. “I thought that maybe if I went first then she’d see that it was okay, but it kind of had the opposite effect. Something happened, maybe her parents divorce or something else? I don’t know, but she changed and not in a good way. I was out and proud but it was hard when the girl I loved wasn’t. It kind of felt pointless but I kept waiting for her.”

“By Senior year, I started to lose hope. I guess she did too because it stopped being about us running off together. Instead it was only her doing the running,” Santana continues. “While everyone was making their big plans for college, she was a mystery.”

She starts to feel that annoying lump in her throat forming and swallows it back.

“All I knew was that she was getting out of Lima by any means necessary,” She says with a deep sigh. “She was so closed off though, spiraling even. I had no idea what her plans were anymore. No one did. I just didn’t think that it involved stealing my shot at a scholarship.”

“Wait, what?” Brittany frowns. “What scholarship?”

“My school had this partnership with Harvard,” Santana answers half-heartedly. “An alumni or whatever is a big wig there and has this scholarship aimed at students with extraordinary promise in law. It’s such a waste, really. No one usually goes for it because no one ever dreams of getting out of there nor would they dare go to law school, but getting out of Lima was always our dream. With her family background, she could get in easy but me? It was a little harder. That scholarship was my only shot and she took it.”

“How’d she do that?”

Santana shrugs, “It’s always been a mystery. Out of the entire school, we were the only ones who even cared enough to look into it. We agreed before that with my GPA and personal goals that I’d have the better chance of getting it, but that was before things changed. It’s no coincidence that she got in and not me. I ticked every box when it came to the type of candidate they were looking for.”

“You couldn’t tell the organizers about it?” Brittany asks. “Have them kick her out or something?”

Santana sighs, “I couldn’t do that to her.”

“Why not? Santana, that’s seriously unfair. This is your education, something you’re so passionate about.”

“I know,” Santana answers dejectedly. “Believe me, I know. But, I was young and in love and stupid. I still had hope for some reason, hope that she’d snap out of it? I knew she took her parents divorce really hard and things had changed for her in terms of getting into Harvard with their help. Maybe she needed the scholarship more than me?”

“Even so, that’s not the way to go about it. That’s not fair to you.”

“True,” Santana nods. “But a part of me figured that maybe once she got in and got settled, she’d be okay? Maybe we’d be okay again. Maybe getting out of Lima was something she needed way more than I did? I guess I was wrong though.”

Brittany looks to Santana apologetically but Santana hates that look. She hates being seen as anything but confident and sure and unwavering.

“See? Told you I’m not selfish,” Santana tries to joke to ease the tension.

It doesn’t really change the way Brittany watches her though.

“Yeah, I guess you were right.”

“Surprise,” Santana lets out a weak chuckle as she averts her gaze. “It sure did backfire though. Huh?”

“Have you heard from her since?” Brittany asks. “Did she ever apologize?”

“Hell no,” Santana tries to laugh off the pain. “She didn’t even stick around for our graduation ceremony. She just packed up and left. No goodbye or anything.”

“Wow,” Brittany shakes her head. “How could someone who’s supposed to care about you hurt you like that?”

Santana finds herself smirking as she looks to Brittany. She has no idea she’s in the same sort of situation with Artie. It’s always easier making sense of things when it isn’t your problem though she supposes.

“Anyway, it’s whatever,” Santana waves off. “It’s been two years and I still wonder why the hell I gave up a Harvard education for a girl. Love makes you do dumb shit, it’s the worst.”

Brittany goes to squeeze Santana’s hand again, “I’m so sorry, Santana.”

Santana keeps on her brave face, “It’s fine.”

“It isn’t.”

Santana knows, but she just shrugs. What’s the point of feeling sorry for herself now?

“I guess what I was meaning earlier is that,” Santana continues. “Maybe this thing between you and Artie; it’s better for you in the long run if you spare yourself the heartache and accept that people change. Sometimes it’s for the worst and you can’t do a thing about it. It is what it is, you know? You can wait but it’s only wasting your time in the end – take it from me.”

Brittany nods and they both rest back against the column again, sitting in each other’s company in silence. It’s like Brittany’s taking in all that Santana has said while Santana attempts to pack up all those little memories she’s just drudged up and stuff them away.

“People change for the better too though,” Brittany mentions quietly. “Sometimes all that patience and time you put into waiting ends up being worth it.”

“Maybe,” Santana nods. “I just don’t know how to be that optimistic anymore. I’m too tired.”

“I get that,” Brittany replies and leans her head against Santana’s.

Santana finds herself leaning against Brittany too, relaxing against each other in a peaceful balance. Another comfortable silence settles over them and Santana’s thankful for it. After opening up to Brittany, she doesn’t think she can handle anymore of these heart to hearts.

Another reason she keeps to herself, talking about feelings is exhausting.

“You know…I didn’t say it before because I was still kind of mad at you,” Brittany mentions softly. “But I’m glad you changed your mind about tonight. I’m glad you’re here.”

Santana smirks, feeling a giddiness flutter in her chest that chases off the remaining heaviness there. “Yeah well, picturing you suffer here all alone with these losers wasn’t as satisfying as I thought it would be. Thought I’d come see it for myself.”

Brittany snickers and pokes lightly at Santana’s side.

“Sounds like you might be taking a liking to me,” Brittany teases.

Santana scoffs playfully, “God no.”

“I mean, if you really wanted me to suffer you could’ve worn something that would make you look a little less…”

Santana glances over to find Brittany stumbling on the right word. The hesitance makes her smirk.

“Hot? You were going to say hot.”

Brittany rolls her eyes, “I wasn’t.”

“Sure,” Santana teases. “You can admit it, Britt-Britt. You think I look fine as hell.”

Brittany shakes her head although she begins to blush. “You always this full of yourself?”

“You should know the answer to that by now,” Santana quips as she rises to stand. She strikes a sexy pose while Brittany continues to sit before her. “Come on. Would you really rather I turn up here looking a hot mess? I wouldn’t be doing a very good job of being arm candy.”

Brittany’s eyes rake up Santana’s body, taking in all her perfection. Just like the powers of her cheerleading skirt, Santana’s dress works wonders all the same.

“I guess not,” Brittany admits.

Santana grins, “That’s what I thought.”

“But you’re not just arm candy to me,” Brittany teases sweetly.

Santana instantly rolls her eyes and holds out her hand to Brittany, “Let’s get back in there. I think it’s time for another drink. I can still taste your Chapstick from earlier.”

Brittany giggles as Santana pulls her up, “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

#Hate to Date #Brittana #Brittana Fanfiction #Enemies to Lovers #Fake Dating AU

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tuiyla · 2 years

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I’ve been thinking recently about how perfect season 1 Santana’s behavior matches with her sexuality storyline, yet she wasn’t even being written as a lesbian yet. It was probably the best accident to happen on the show IMO because fans picked up on it beyond the interactions with Brittany, and then Naya pushing the storyline forward was even better. Specifically after she sleeps with Finn, and the way she sits very cold and seemingly disconnected from her current situation, almost in a dissociated state I might say, which might’ve been her tactic when it came to sleeping with men since she clearly had no joy when it came to it. Makes me sad and also a bit uncomfortable to think about, because it comes off as dubious and weird, since it was coming from comphet and clearly not something she really wanted to do but I digress. But back to her with Finn, she deflects from the situation making a comment about wanting a burger. It’s just so perfect and I can’t believe it was by accident. Then the stuff with Puck; she’s got an on and off thing with him, is okay breaking up with him because of his shitty credit score (lol) and treats him as a boy toy that she’s keeping around for fun. She gets possessive when he shows interest in Mercedes, and I think because he was her safety net, meaning she could hold him around like a doll saying “look! I have a guy!” should anyone question her.. sexuality.. and when she saw that going away she got freaked out and went after him. Besides that, she also only uses him for popularity, making it so clear she couldn’t care less about him romantically. The signs were all there.. This is just an appreciation message for how well it turned out, and how even when she wasn’t explicitly being written as a lesbian it still worked so so well with her journey. Sorry, did not expect to type that much, guess that’s what happens when I talk about Santana, lol, but I’d love to maybe hear some of your thoughts on this?

Okay Anon so first things first, I need you to understand how much I love this and love you for sharing with me. I also need you to know that I have so, so many thoughts on this and I sadly won’t be able to pour them all out in response to this. BUT, your ask did bump a planned meta up on my list of to-dos so let’s say I’ll get back to you within, uhh, a week? Hopefully. But just to illustrate that I’m not bullshitting you, here’s a screenshot I took of my reddit drafts and then uploaded to drive:

Yeah, October. It’s been at least that long since basically everything you mentioned has been living rent free in my mind. I love you because this is exactly the motivation I needed to get this out into the world so really, I’m on it. It’s second (okay, third) on my list of fandom priorities so fingers crossed that does mean about a week.

But anyway, all that aside I do want to reflect on this at least briefly, even though you just summarized a lot of the things I want to elaborate on in this first half of the planned meta haha. Wholeheartedly agree with your observations aside, I think you’re so right that it was the best accident. Because while it is important to acknowledge that none of this was intentional in season 1, that doesn’t mean it isn’t there. It lines up so perfectly it drives me a little insane to think about, tbh. Who cares about authorial intent when Santana’s interactions with Finn and Puck in season 1 scream comphet. I don’t know what writing gods blessed Glee with Santana’s story retroactively making so much sense but RIB are lucky bastards that’s for sure. And are we reading into it, sure, but does it make sense? Yes, yes it does. And I’m willing to dig.

So yes, thank you very much, don’t ever apologize for writing such accurate things about Santana haha and I’m making this promise right now that I’ll finish this cursed draft just for you. Well, and for my own sake too, one less unfinished draft.

#the rhi/sly has been published since then #and the kitty essay haunts my dreams #santana asks #santana's comphet #glee asks #anon #santanalysis #an ask is longer than my reply :O #worry not if i ever get this meta out it'll be a two-course meal #oh i forgot to mention #i'm attending a two year old's b-day party so that's one reason i won't be able to progress with it tomorrow lol #smh excuses excuses

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ktrsss1fics · 4 years

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Cake By The Ocean: Eight.

If you were to ask Georgina Ferguson what her last full day in Mykonos would consist of, never in a million years would she say a day at the beach with her boyfriend followed by a night on the town with her closest friends. As the bars began to close, the gang made their way back home. Mags and Jenna held hands and gossiped. Jamie, Keith, and Niall were singing some song from the early 2000s. Georgina trailed behind everyone reminiscing about her time in Greece. She was drunk off sangria and the smell of a certain Irishman’s cologne. This trip was exactly what she needed. Her heart was happy and her love meter was full.

“Ferg, wait until we’re home to undress the poor boy.” Dave said, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

“Heart wants what it wants, David.” Georgina smiled as she took her eyes off her boyfriend.

“He truly thinks the world of you.” Dave said.

“Assss he should.” Brittany slurred as she slipped her hand into Georgina’s.

A moment of silence passed between the trio. It wasn’t very long until the house they were staying in came into view. Georgina gave her best friend’s hand a squeeze as the rest of their friends filed inside.

“You two should come over for dinner when we get home.” Brittany said. “It’ll be like old times.”

“But now we know they’re shaggin’.” Dave teased.

“The kids are in love. Leave ‘em alone.” Britt said.

“Doesn’t take away from the fact that she’s probably sat on his face by now.” Dave said smugly.

“David!” Brittany and Georgina groaned in unison.

The gentle giant placed a quick kiss on the top of Georgina’s head. “Only taking the piss, babes.”

“We’ve talked about this, what she does in the bedroom is-is-is her business.” Brittany said.

“You birds take everything so seriously.” Her boyfriend sighed.

“Oi, what are they on about, Davey?” Niall asked from inside the house.

“Nialler, settle a bet for me—“ Dave started to say before Georgina cut him off.

“We aren’t in neutral territory anymore.” She said stepping inside. “Use your indoor voice.”

Marco, Ashlee, and Mar had declined the invitation to go out with everyone. No one understood why but they were not fond of the Terrible Threesome. Everyone was counting down the days until they said goodbye to them for good.

Dave kissed her head once more before peeling away from her side. “Yes, Mum.”

“I’ll have a talk with him when we are alone.” Brittany said to her best friend as her boyfriend walked away.

“He’s only doin’ it to push me buttons.” Ferg sighed.

“Y’alright baby?” Brittany asked.

“It’s probably because I’m drunk but I really don’t want to go home.” Georgina said. “It’s just going to be work and deadlines and I’m not gonna see everyone as much as I’d like.”

“I don’t know if you agree with me but this — as crazy as it sounds — has been the best trip we’ve been on and like I just don’t want things to change. You know?”

“It definitely has been one for the record books.” Brittany said grabbing onto Georgina’s other hand. “But you know you aren’t in this alone, right?”

“Yeah—“ Georgina said but Brittany shook her head.

Britt looked up at her best friend. “We’ve all decided that we’ve got you. You aren’t in this alone anymore. We all talked and we aren’t letting any outside influences mess this up because—“

“He’s The Baby.” Georgina blushed.

“And you’re you.” Britt smiled.

“Yeah but—“

“Oh fuck off Georgie.” Britt rolled her eyes. “They love you more than they love him most days.”

Georgina could feel her cheeks grow warm. Her friends truly meant the world to her and knowing they were fully supportive of her relationship with Niall meant everything. She truly didn’t know what she would do without them.

“Fergithica and Brittania we need you over here. ASAP!!” Jenna shouted from the living room.

“Where my bitches at?” Mags said through a microphone.

“Oh god.” Britt said with her eyes closed.

“I thought we hid the mic.” Georgina said wide-eyed.

“Who the fuck gave her a mic?” Jamie cackled from the kitchen.

Georgina and Brittany made their way into the living room while the rest of the boys joined them. Standing center stage were the drunkest members of the Hen House.

“We wanna do karaoke!” Jenna said leaning against Margaret.

“You lot can’t sing while sober.” Keith said taking a seat beside Georgina on the couch. “Who says you can in the state you’re in.”

“We have a thing called talent, Miller.” Mags slurred into the mic. “Might wanna look it up babes.”

“Yeah, as much talent as two cats in heat.” Keith mumbled making Georgina laugh.

“Also, stating this now, Niall Horan is not allowed to sing.” Mags said pointing to the brown haired man.

Niall threw his hands up in defense. “Whatever you want, babes.”

“Who wants to be the DJ?” Jenna asked, scanning the crowd that had formed.

“What song you ruinin’ first?” Dave asked as he pulled out his phone.

“Hmm… ‘Chandelier’ by Sia.” Jenna said causing the room to erupt into laughter.

“Oh fuck right off you dicks.” Mags glared.

As David cued up the music on the television, Jamie carefully walked in the room with a tray of drinks.

“We are gonna need these.” Jamie said as his girlfriend got ready to sing her drunken heart out.

The two women cleared their throats. Niall took this as a sign to make his way towards the couch. Not only did he want a front row seat to the show about to be performed but he wanted to be closer to the woman he loved.

The Irishman had tried his best to keep his hands to himself when they were out in public. He didn’t know how comfortable Georgina was with showing any display of affection in front of their friends. He had made her keep their relationship a secret for months. The last thing he wanted to do was make her uncomfortable by forcing too much affection too soon.

Although he tried to keep his distance, the alcohol in his system and the way Georgina looked had his mind racing. He couldn’t wait until they were alone later. Niall leaned back in his seat before resting a hand on Georgina’s leg. This was exactly how he wanted to end their trip.

“This one is specifically dedicated to Keith Reginald Miller.” Mags said with a wink. “My biggest fan.”

Keith rolled his eyes. “You wanker.”

“Woo! That’s my baby.” Jamie cheered as he took a seat on the floor.

The next couple hours were filled with goblets of sangria and very poor renditions of some of the greatest songs ever created. From Robbie Williams to Lionel Richie, Fergie and the gang sang their heart's out in the middle of that Grecian villa.

While Jamie and Davey belted out a Bob Seger banger, Niall decided they needed food to sop up some of the liquor they had consumed. The Irishman made his way into the kitchen to see what he could come up with. Naturally, Georgina followed in suit.

The pair decided on grilled cheese sandwiches. They hoped the bread would bring everyone down a notch. Fortunately, their flights were in the evening so they had time to sleep off the hangover that was sure to take form once everyone headed to bed.

“Britt wants us to come over for dinner when we get back.” Georgina said as she pulled a piece of cheddar cheese away from the paper packaging.

“Just us four?” Niall asked, pressing a spatula into a slice of bread making it sizzle in the pan.

“Just like the good ol’ days.” She said with a nod.

“That’ll be brilliant.” Niall smiled as he looked up at her.

The kitchen grew quiet as the couple worked in peace. Their system had become second nature. Niall was in charge of grilling while Georgina took take care of all the prep work. A pile of sandwiches started to take form on the plate within minutes. It was just further proof that they were in fact a good team.

“Babe, are you sure we---” Niall said, flipping over one last sandwich.

“We’re gonna be good.” Georgina said reassuring him. “I promise.”

“I love you.” He smiled. “Like a lot.”

Georgina leaned against the counter. “I love you too.”

Once the last sandwich was finished, Niall walked over to where his girlfriend was standing. He rested his hands on the counter beside her. He leaned in close.

“Just so we are both aware, I’m fucking you as soon as that door closes tonight.” He said softly.

Georgina’s face lit up at the husky tone of his voice.

“You can’t just look like an absolute goddess and get away with it.” Niall winked.

“Unacceptable, right?” She whispered as he pressed up against her.

“Completely.” He said.

“Am I going to be punished?” She smirked.

“Fuck, Georgina!” He said squeezing his eyes shit. “Please don’t give me a hard on in front of our friends.”

Georgina giggled. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Niall rolled his eyes making her laugh more. Without thinking, Georgina grabbed his chin and placed a very deep kiss on his lips. Niall’s heart wanted to explode. All he had wanted to do that night was kiss her. Now that he finally had the opportunity to he wasn’t going to stop. A slow and steamy make out session began.

What the young couple didn’t know was that their every move was being recorded from the doorway of the kitchen by a very despicable human being. Every kiss that was shared in that kitchen was strung together in a short video that could ruin them.

Marlene truly was the worst person on the planet.

With a smug look on her face, the young American stopped the video. She turned slowly but slammed right into the chest of a very angry looking man.

“Delete it.” He said.

“I-I-I- don’t know what you’re talking about.” She stuttered nervously.

“Delete the video.”

“I don’t kn—“ She started to say as she attempted to get away. He wouldn’t let her past.

“Delete the video or I will ruin your life.” He stated.

#one direction fanfiction #niall horan fanfiction #cbto #1dff #fergie and niall

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kuiinncedes · 3 years

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PROMPT LIST? cheerio!tina & skank!quinn, angst #37, quinntina ofc

yes prompt list!! sorry this took so long, thanks sm for prompting sim <33

some pre-notes: first that wow this got long again 😂 2398 words (before probably some edits in the tumblr post editor) *oops i did it again*

1 2 3 these are my other three (very short) “installments” for this “verse” i guess 🤪 i wouldn’t say it’s required to read them tho i think everything is pretty understandable 🥰

this also got a little anti rachel lol 🥴 and anti schue but like yeah and i think that’s it 😗

Angst 37: “Lie to me. I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.”

Glee club has been going well… all things considered.

Including the fact that Quinn’s crush on Tina only grows, that Rachel Berry still doesn’t seem to warm up to her and Kurt’s presence in the choir room, that the teacher really kind of sucks and apparently only Kurt and Quinn see it, that most of the other members are still wary around them - around Quinn.

But not Tina. Tina, who’s one of the most popular girls in school, not actually head of the Cheerios but probably the most well-liked, and there’s a reason. Tina is the first to welcome her and Kurt to the glee club after their audition, the first to make an effort to befriend them. She talks to Kurt about fashion, and Kurt is hesitant to bring down his facade but Quinn can tell how much he loves it, how much he’s missed talking about something that brings him so much joy. Even with his temporary and purposely limited wardrobe situation, he’s talked Quinn’s ear off about the things he wants to do and wear in New York City; she doesn’t understand much of it so she’s glad Tina does.

And she talks to Quinn. Tina actually talks to Quinn like… like she’s a person, just another student at this school, not Quinn Fabray, half of the most cold and closed-off duo that walks the halls, ex-most popular girl in school, Quinn Fabray with an unspeakable history, unspeakable in that Quinn will have consequences for those who speak about it.

It’s dramatic, she knows. But it’s part of her untouchable image at this piece of shit school with its horrible students.

Not Tina. Tina’s not horrible.

(Get a grip, Fabray.)

It feels like she and Kurt are on the edge of a precipice with glee club. Tina likes them, Blaine is nice enough to them (Kurt seems to like him, too), Rachel isn’t very welcoming, everyone else mostly ignores them. (Which is fine - preferable, really.)

They sway in the back, they sing, they do their part. And Quinn has missed singing, so it’s not all bad, she supposes.

But Quinn can feel the tension, the others’ hesitation whenever she and Kurt walk in to sit in the back, their unspoken thoughts, loud in their silence, their barely hidden glances.

She feels like she’ll tumble from the edge with one push.

One day, Tina sits beside Quinn and she can’t stop her jump of surprise. Tina just shoots her a small smile and moves her chair a bit further away, but Quinn finds herself wishing she would scoot the other way instead.

Tina keeps sitting by Quinn, and Quinn has no idea why.

She ignores the way her heart speeds up a little every time she makes eye contact with Tina, the way Kurt smirks knowingly at her but then returns to staring at the back of Blaine Anderson’s head, the way she can’t stop letting her eyes wander over to Tina every time Mr. Schuester starts talking about something she has no interest in (which she admits is very often).

Kurt had said glee would give her the chance to talk to Tina. And he was right - she’s made conversation with Tina multiple times (mostly initiated by Tina, though), and she would say they’re friends. Tina has said they’re friends and she definitely didn’t freak out to Kurt about it.

Kurt she called me her friend holy shit -

Inside voice, honey. Your gay is showing.

Shut - we’re literally outside. Let’s talk about you and Blaine.

Nope, fuck you, walking away now.

Kurt - wait! She - but she called me her friend - Kurt -

Besides Kurt, Tina is probably the person she’s closest with. Which still doesn’t say much - she’s not close to anyone besides Kurt…

But she wants to be, she thinks as she watches Tina perform an upbeat solo, a song she doesn’t recognize, but she watches her - how alive she looks, how good she sounds. It’s not like Quinn hasn’t heard her sing in the months since she’s joined, but if she had it her way, Tina would be the only one singing in this entire group. (She would insist on highlighting others, though, so Quinn adds herself and Kurt to that list. Not that they would ever get a solo.)

“All right, guys,” Mr. Schuester says. Kurt nudges Quinn with his elbow to get her to pay attention, and she shoots him a half-hearted glare.

“So that was everyone who signed up to audition for a solo at regionals,” he continues. “I’ll let you know who we’re featuring by tomorrow. So I’ll see you then!”

“Who do you think is gonna get it?” Kurt asks as they leave, walking out to the parking lot.

“Um…”

“Right, I forgot, you’re too busy staring at Tina to know what’s going on in glee.”

Quinn scoffs. “I know what’s going on in glee.”

Kurt gives her a questioning look.

“I do! Sure, I didn’t know about the auditions, but I know Rachel’s probably getting the solo, even though it should go to Tina.”

“Anyone could tell you that.”

Quinn shoves Kurt lightly, a smile spreading across her face as they get into his car. Quinn’s been spending more time at Kurt’s lately - Quinn’s parents don’t give a fuck about her - they did the bare minimum allowing her to stay when she was pregnant and they’ve used up all their good parenting cards, it seems. She’s infinitely grateful for Burt Hummel, because if the kids and some of the teachers at school are going to treat her and Kurt like shit, at least there’s someone in their corner.

Completely unsurprisingly, Mr. Schuester announces Rachel as the soloist for regionals the next day, after years of the same thing, from what Quinn has heard.

Surprisingly, Tina isn’t in the room. Although, Quinn thinks, she wouldn’t be either if she knew what the outcome was going to be. And everyone knew what the outcome was going to be.

But Mercedes pushes back against his decision anyway, Santana complains, Blaine and Brittany try to placate, Kurt watches Blaine, Rachel jabbers about her destiny as the New Directions soloist or something, Quinn sits and wonders about the empty chair next to her. (She also wonders what would be the easiest way to get Rachel to shut the fuck up.)

She’s not paying attention, letting everyone’s arguing fade into the background. She barely registers Rachel saying shrilly, “We’re supposed to be a family!”

“Not much of a family when you’re the only one who can have anything good!” Mercedes snaps.

“I bet you wouldn’t react like this if Kurt or Quinn got the solo! Like they would even deserve it! At least I belong here, they don’t even - ”

“Would you shut - ” Mercedes starts at the same time Santana yells back, “Quinn doesn’t need a family, she’s a mother!”

And she knows - Quinn knows - that Santana just does this, she says shit and hurts people and this is just that and it’s whatever but -

Suddenly Quinn is in sophomore year again, hearing the taunts of her classmates behind her back and to her face. Suddenly she’s in sophomore year again, somehow invisible in the halls but also the only person anyone was looking at, pointing at, laughing at. She’s in sophomore year again and teachers do nothing to help her, no one but Kurt bothers to notice anything but the fact that she’s pregnant. And they laugh, and they taunt, and they stare.

She’s a mother.

There it is. There’s the edge of the cliff that she has been fighting for balance on in this stupid club for months.

Like they would even deserve it.

They don’t belong here.

And Quinn’s falling.

“I need to go, meet you at your car,” she says roughly to Kurt, who it seems hasn’t been paying attention at all, more focused on committing to memory the details of Blaine Anderson from halfway across the room. Quinn storms out and the arguing continues behind her.

Quinn slams the door to the bathroom as she barges in and all at once, sees that Tina is here (Tina is here?), realizes that she herself is crying, trying not to make noise and she just throws her bag on the floor and sinks down against a wall, hands around her knees and head leaned back. It’s too fucking much.

“Quinn?” Tina asks gently, so gently and Quinn watches as Tina kneels down in front of her. “Are you okay?”

Quinn wipes at her face, laughing harshly. “Yeah. Fine.”

Tina looks at her, not moving but just watching her. Quinn thinks it must be uncomfortable for her to kneel on the bathroom floor in her Cheerios outfit. Quinn thinks that Tina shouldn’t care about her, she should just leave, save her knees from the cold tile.

She doesn’t leave.

After a moment, Tina says, “Hey, so, you don’t have to tell me anything… but I’m here if you need to.”

Quinn’s not actively crying anymore, grey smudges on her fingers where her makeup was wiped off. Her face probably looks like a nightmare, but she’s too exhausted to care. She leans her head back again and fixes her gaze just above Tina’s head, at the ceiling, the harsh bathroom lights piercing her vision through the tears in her eyes.

“I just - ” I guess I’m talking, she thinks, “Santana said something dumb about me being a mother and that’s what I heard sneered at me every day for months and even now still… and I’m not…”

Quinn trails off, looking at Tina again who nods, encouraging her to continue. She swallows and averts her gaze again.

“…and Rachel said something dumb about Kurt and I not belonging and not deserving it but she’s Rachel and I don’t care about the shit she says - I usually don’t. But her saying that - ” she scoffs. “Newsflash, Rachel, we don’t fucking belong anywhere.”

That was painfully made obvious sophomore year, with Quinn’s exit from the Cheerios, from popularity. It was obvious when no matter what, she couldn’t get it back, any of it. It was obvious when she and Kurt were the only ones to really notice each other and help each other. It was obvious when the only choice they had, the one they took, was becoming this and isolating themselves. It was obvious when the only chance they had was each other.

As if she needs someone else to tell her that, to rub it in.

It’s been building up, she realizes, this feeling, the hatred, the estrangement and isolation. She wonders if Kurt feels the same, how close he is to the edge, or if he’s even on a precipice like she is at all.

Quinn’s falling, she doesn’t know when or how it will end and she just wants -

“Lie to me,” she says to Tina, teeth clenched and voice tired. “I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.”

Falling, falling, falling -

Quinn thinks bitterly that she should be used to it after her falls from popularity.

Tina takes her hands gently and squeezes them in reassurance. “I know this might just seem like words, and I’m not lying - you do belong. Both of you. You belong in glee club. You belong here.”

Quinn just swallows again, letting the words wash over her, and in the back of her mind, the part that’s not thinking about - everything, she marvels at the fact that Tina is holding her hands, and Tina’s skin is soft, and Tina’s words and actions feel genuine.

Falling… slowing.

Lie to me.

“We don’t belong. Everyone hates us,” Quinn mutters.

“I don’t,” Tina says, smiling a little. “I know we can be pretty difficult, the glee club, but we really don’t think that. Rachel might - if I’m being honest, I think she’s the one who doesn’t belong in glee club, for a multitude of reasons - but it really is supposed to be a safe, welcoming space. I’m really sorry we haven’t been able to do that for you.”

Quinn shrugs. “You have,” she admits softly.

Tina looks like she doesn’t know what to say to that. Quinn pushes herself up against the wall, a little awkwardly, hands still intertwined with Tina’s, who squeezes again. “I’ll talk to her,” Tina says. “Rachel. I’ve been getting fed up with her shit, anyway. I’ve been needing to talk to her.”

“Okay,” is all Quinn can think to say, quietly uttered, her voice a little choked. “You don’t have to - ”

“No, I do,” Tina says. “And I want to. Mr. Schue lets her get away with way too much.”

Quinn huffs a laugh and Tina grins slightly, then withdraws her hands and pulls them through her ponytail, suddenly looking almost nervous. Quinn drops her hands in her lap and plays with her rings. Now that Quinn’s calmed down, her proximity-to-Tina-Cohen-Chang-induced nerves are back in full force.

And maybe she isn’t falling anymore.

“Why weren’t you there today?” she asks after a moment.

Tina’s lips clench into a line. “Knew Rachel was getting the solo. I don’t know, I didn’t want to deal with that today, you know? Three years of the same shit, I’m just tired of it.”

Quinn hums in understanding. She can imagine.

“Are you okay? What do you say we… get out of here? Go somewhere?” Tina asks a little awkwardly, wincing slightly as she stands up and extends a hand for Quinn. She takes it and lets Tina pull her up.

“I’m actually… going home with Kurt, ” - but going somewhere with Tina - Kurt will understand - “actually, yeah, sure. I’ll let him know,” Quinn answers, not letting herself doubt the decision, pulling her phone from her pocket and quickly typing out a text and sending it to Kurt, who immediately responds.

omg did u actually talk and get a date with tina cohen chang

Quinn replies, fuck you, i’m leaving bye

are you okay?

yeah, fine i’ll talk to you later

ok have fun on your date ;)

yeah 🖕

Tina bounces a little and shoots her a smile when she puts her phone away. “Awesome. There’s this coffee shop that I think you’ll love - ”

“It’s not the Lima Bean, is it?”

Tina laughs. “Of course not. Barely anyone knows about this place, at least from school, so I really love it there.”

Tina grabs Quinn’s hand again and they head out of the school, Quinn ignoring how she can feel her pounding heartbeat against Tina’s skin. Hopefully Tina doesn’t notice.

*****

some notes for after 🤪

ok so i don’t really know why i used the “she’s a mother” line and idk if i’m just overthinking it but i’m not saying that scene was bad or anything ?? idk lol it was just on my mind i guess so i put it in slkdgfj (basically,, not related to the canon scene lol i just like adding canon lines 😗)

i think the point i was trying to make if any was that quinn doesn’t really have any family (in this au) so yeah it’s kind of a sensitive point

i did say this was very similar to my previous werewolf!quinn and vampire!tina fic but i’m okay with it now tbh,,, you know like it’s an alternate universe and they just help each other in all universes :’) yeah

i would love to continue this but i don’t have the best track record with that lol so we’ll see 😂

#quinntina #glee #glee fic #my ficsssss #prompt fills :))#no one: me while writing this (and the vampire werewolf one): kuinn kuinn kuinn kuinn kuinn #kuinn isn't even like my favorite friendship lmao why haven't i written kurtcedses dlkfsdjgkfj #i feel like other people who take forever to answer fic prompts do so bc they're working on it the entire time #whereas i just wrote this in the span of like an afternoon and evening and i'm posting it askldgjkhsdjf #i also keep thinking about how it's so fun to write quinntina ??? it was so hard to think of things for the two klaine prompts i got #and i ended up just going canon mostly #but with quinntina i'm just making shit up 😈 idk lol it's great #mostly thinking about that bc my two klaine fills were like 500 words or less ?? i don't remember #and this is my second 2k+ word fic for a quinntina fill aksdfjkgdjsf anyway #ugh i had stuff i wanted to say but i'm lazy so that's it lol #*screams and hits post* a;sldhgfkaldjsfgk #oh shit forgot to tag #asks #porcelain-nightbird #<3 #hell yeah i got one more prompt to do lol

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The caricature of Margaret Beaufort:

From pop culture POV and the POV of those influenced by it, this powerful matriarch is all of the following: Religious nut case! Bitch. She killed the princes in the tower! Old and ugly! Screw her! She and her son were the worst thing that happened to England!

And yet her son became the founder of a dynasty that reigned for more than a century and continues to fascinate us. Now on to the real Meg Beaufort. In the White Queen she is all this and that but the real Meg was no religious nut case and she certainly didn't plan the murder of the Princes and you can debate me countless times on this but there is no concrete evidence that she did! Richard had more than enough motive and opportunity to kill the Princes and oh wait before I get the Ricardians on my case, I don't hate Richard. I actually find him interesting, I wouldn't find him interesting if he was perfect. Richard had learned from his brother's mistakes but made mistakes of his own. If he produced the boys then that would've propelled them to sainthood and the last thing he wanted was a cult was already building around Henry VI. What happened with this last monarch is fascinating and you might be wondering -hey! Isn't that the guy they smothered with a pillow in the White Queen? Yeah, that's the one. Except there are so many theories abounding to his death. The first one comes from Bettini who wrote three weeks after the Lancastrian king's death that it was Edward NOT Richard who gave the order. At the time the blame was solely pinned on Edward, so let's not confuse contemporary sources with secondary. Rous and Vergil writing in the Tudor period pinned the murder on Richard and even early Ricardians say that he did it, but with one major difference -*under* Edward's orders. If this is so, one thing we can all agree, if Richard gave the order or personally took care of Henry, it was all done under his brother's command. But this backfired, soon people were attributing all sorts of miracles to this guy, he became more famous in death than he had ever been in life. Edward tried hard to suppress this cult but he couldn't and Richard did the next best thing. If you can't beat them, join 'em! He cashed in on the cult and officiated a reburial of the dead monarch and started all new kinds of celebrations for him but people still talked as they always do. Now if he had produced the dead children as he and his brother had done with the Lancastrian king, then it would've been chaos, complete and utter chaos!

Margaret Beaufort's sole aim up until the princes disappearance in the summer of 1483 was to gain back her son's lands and bring him back safely. She was forced to give him up before after the Lancaster line had been wiped out from the face of the earth by Yorkist forces, ending to some historians' view, the wars of the roses in 1471. Margaret would not see him until the aftermath of Bosworth in 1485. She had little to worry about the first years of his exile, he was with his uncle Jasper, his father's brother. They intended to sail to the French court, a court his uncle knew very well but landed in Brittany instead because of the bad weather. Brittany was not on good terms with the French and they had their fair share of enmity with the English so it served the Duke well to have two valuable English hostages, one who had a considerable (if debatable) claim to the English throne via his mother. Edward attempted to coax the old Duke into give up his charge and while the Duke never believed Edward's intentions, some of his ministers did and those who didn't just wanted to cash in on the juicy rewards. Henry was an intelligent youth who was far from the serious and mama's boy he's depicted in today's fiction. He loved to laugh, play, joke and gamble. But he was aware how valuable he was and at one point feigned sickness and took sanctuary in a church when he suspected his future voyage to England was a hoax -which it was -and that small trickery on his part saved him.

By 1480, Margaret had more than enough to worry, but she wasn't giving up on her son's legacy. With Edward's promise to marry him to his eldest daughter, Margaret continued to rely on the faith that gave comfort to so many women in this period, and Edward's promise, albeit a fake one, was something she never let go of. The accession of Richard and Anne changed all that. Always an opportunist at heart, she tried to curry favor with the new regime. Whether she agreed with it or not -we will never know but her husband was an official in Richard's government and she had more than enough reason to believe that Richard would grant her her request to bring her son back. After all he was more busy convincing everyone his brother had never been legally married to Elizabeth and securing his position. But surprise, surprise for Margaret and everyone involved. Her life was never easy, it was one obstacle after another and this was no different. The boys' disappearance changed everything and Buckingham's rebellion gave her a chance she had never considered before. Her moment to shine had come. She was no longer looking to bring her son back as a mere earl but as a king so she started plotting with the queen dowager through her Welsh doctor. After a lot of plotting and intrigue and tragedy at Richard's court, her son's shining moment came and thanks to the defection of his stepfather from Richard's camp to his side, he won. There is a famous myth that his stepfather, Thomas Stanley found the crown in a thorn bush but this is likely Tudor propaganda. Richard's treatment afterwards was one that's always given by the victor to the loser, stripped of all his clothes and shamefully paraded, he was then written as the worst monarch that ever lived.

And while I do agree there needs to be a better assessment of Richard, doing the same to Margaret and Richard is just as dumb. She was born in 1443 and a year after, John Beaufort, her father and Duke of Somerset died. Many said at the time that it was because of suicide because of his terrible leadership in France. Truth or not, Margaret was now a wealthy heiress and her wardship was widely sought after. William de la Pole, the crown's favorite tried to marry her to his son, but after he was murdered, at only nine years old Margaret was brought to court to swear that she never intended to marry his son. Later she rewrote history saying that it was because of a godly vision that told her that it was her destiny to marry Edmund Tudor and establish a great house, that she denied it. Margaret married at only 12 and Edmund Tudor, anxious to get his hands on her wealth, didn't bother to wait. He impregnated her less than a year after and she gave birth in January 1457 when she was months away from being 14, to her only offspring. The birth damaged her, she never had any children with her other spouses. She had a happy marriage with her next spouse, Henry Stafford and they celebrated their anniversary in big style every year and even housed Edward IV in their hunting lodged in one occasion. This doesn't sound like the power hungry, vindictive Margaret of TV. And that's because she wasn't! She was very learned and founded and refounded many colleges, chief among them: Christ's College which had previously been God's House and St. John's in Cambridge. Aware that only the privileged few could attend these institutions she voiced her concerns in 1479, and her attempts bore fruit when Wimborne College was established posthumously in 1509, which was later renamed Queen Elizabeth's school. She also established the Lady Margaret Beaufort Professorship of Divinity at Cambridge in 1502 and the first women's college in Oxford was named after her.

In spite of her joy of seeing her son crowned, she could not help herself. Fisher and many contemporaries described how she cried -a clear sign of a woman that doesn't care about power- and when asked why, she responded because she had lived through so many kings and princes who had been murdered and killed in battle. Who knew if her son was next or if his reign would last. She cried the same tears of grief on her grandson's joint coronation with Katherine, fearing that his reign would face the same troubles.

Margaret passed away days after in 1509, after a long life of hardship and triumph.

#history #tudors #dailytudors #margaret beaufort

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alphabees-writes · 4 years

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Glee - S1 E6 (Vitamin D)

They call it vitamin D for the whole thing but wasn’t it just a component for some really hard drug??? We love the bullshit

The millionth step ball change... And we’re only 6 episodes in

Mr Schue just said “Maybe so” and now all I can think of is the gif meme thing

heheheheheheh.......Sorry. Funny youtube.

Sign #27 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: He’s eating that sandwich in the GROSSEST WAY POSSIBLE. He’s chewing with his mouth open, breathing really loud, talking with his mouthful, and he’s clearly being messy about it because there’s mustard all over his chin!!! How is Emma crushing on this dweeb

Sign #28 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: When Emma says he’s got a “cute Kirk Douglas chin dimple” (barf) he doesn’t say, hey! Maybe don’t flirt with me, I’m married!

I’m genuinely starting to feel ill whenever I have to just look at Mr Schue...

Everybody trying to learn their choreo and they’re just.... Spinning. Kurt’s about to fall over, Matt and Mike are bumping into each other, and Brittany’s just Tasmanian Devil-ing her way across the room. Love em

Brittany completely ignoring Artie’s high-five and him being like “oh-- okay...” is underrated

Matt Morrison just delivered “simply stopped trying” really weirdly. I don’t know what’s throwing me off about it, but it is

You’re right, Sue. Bones won’t grow properly without fear. AND EMMA’S BLOUSE IS INSANE

“I don’t understand how lightning is in competition with an above-ground swimming pool” You’re RIGHT KURT and you SHOULD SAY IT! Bears and sharks aren’t in competition either! Call out post for Mr Schue: The man knows NOTHING of the most basic ecology!

The look Quinn gives Finn when he yawns... Let my mans nap!!!

Kurt did his best to get to the girl’s side. Can you fucking blame him? Puck’s still an asshole to him as far as we all know!

Santana and Brittany just casually linking arms... Be still my beating heart

Kurt just walking along with Finn to football practice... Look at those brothers go!!! I am ignoring Puck

Ohh Sue’s journal... A wonderful character

You’re right, Sue, Will Schuester IS to blame for the world’s problems. Please do destroy the man

“I’ve always thought the desire to procreate showed deep personal weakness” Got ‘em

And thus begins the saga of Sue pushing problem people down the stairs. I’m not saying she should do that to Mr Schue... I’m just saying, why doesn’t she?

If Will wasn’t flirting with Emma, he wouldn’t get all nervous and upset when his wife turns up. Them’s the facts.

Does Terri know about Emma’s germophobia...? Because if so, it’s probably not cool for Will to have told her that. Unless Sue did, but I wouldn’t put it past him

As if they could get away with hiring a random unqualified woman as a school nurse?

Is “route” really pronounced like that......? Huh

Finn getting Biofreeze in his eye will forever be hilarious.

LEVEL 2!!!

I hate hats. I don’t know why, but I do. And I want Kurt to live his best life, but man, I hate that hat

Cory Monteith really got paid to drool. Goals

“Puck, with respect, you’re more helpful when you don’t contribute” Tell him, Artie!!!

Everybody making fun of Quinn :C Britt, you’re better than this!!

People (I’m people) can hate on Rachel all they want but this scenario is one example of her actually working harder than anybody else in the group. Yes, the solos should be shared more equally, but it’s hard to be mad at her when the others are claiming her ideas as their own and sitting around when they should be rehearsing. Except Brittany! She’s stretching, at least, love her

Terri let him NAP. WITHOUT DRUGS.

Finn’s having some serious mental health concerns but he’s not getting what he needs and I hate it. Help him!!!

Why does Terri care if Finn’s not faithful? Like, yeah, he should be, but it’s not going to affect the baby!

Surely if she took those pills for ALL of high school, they would’ve lost their effect after a while?

God I love high Finn. He just CHUCKED Matt outta that chair.

Puck knows what’s up. Kurt thinks it’s vitamin C, because Vogue said so, and Iove him. He also looks SO weirded out

Terri gave him a whole BOX huh?

Time for season 1′s best mash-up. I love this so much. They’re all going so HARD and Finn looks like his eyes are about to pop right out. The way he’s rubbing the mic... How could they not tell he was off his face???

MIKE’S SINGING. MIKE’S SINGING BACK UP AND NOBODY’S WINCING. Glee has no continuity confirmed

I feel like I shouldn’t find this performance cute because they’re all meant to be high as shit BUT THEY’RE JUST SO EXCITED???

Kevin McHale bumps every song features in up by at least 2 letter grades and that’s just a fact

LET MIKE CHANG DANCE!!!! LET HIM DANCE FOREVER HE DESERVES SO MUCH

I would say the same for Matt but then I’ll get sad about him being dumped into the void in like 16 episodes time

Oh Rachel worrying about Quinn... Be still my gay heart

Rachel just cuts right through her bullshit without hesitating for a second. She knows what it’s like to feel like the odd one out and she’s doing the absolute most to make sure Quinn doesn’t feel that way and I love her for it

The way Quinn slowly turns to face her... And Rachel says they don’t have to be enemies and Quinn can’t understand why Rachel would offer her a second chance...

Quinn legit draws porn of Rachel it’s canon. I mean it’s fucked up but there are only so many reasons a person would do that

“I would’ve tortured you if the roles were reversed you know” “I know” And then the way she watches Rachel walk away... My HEART

Ken and Terri, the power duo of awful

“Laughing... Talking... All the stuff she never does with me” I hate it. They suck. Emma is a dumbass for agreeing to date a guy who she just genuinely doesn’t like and Ken’s just an ASSHOLE for bullying her into it

And now Ken’s about to propose because he’s being bullied into it. Why the fuck does this happen?

I don’t buy that Rachel took this long to berate all the girls for not prepping their mash-up harder after the boys killed theirs. She’d be right on that

Kurt I love the waistcoat and the bowtie but WHAT is happening on your ELBOWS.

You really wanted those guys in cornrows, Kurt? None of them have the length for it. ALSO I love that the exotic bird feathers thing comes back next season 10/10

F-ROD!!! GO OFF RACHEL!!! Even if Finn doesn’t know what half these words mean!

Rachel really wakes up with flawless hair, huh! And then she just... Does all that. She never stops being extra...

Did they just start walking in the opposite direction?

I feel like it’s dumb that Rachel doesn’t just tell Mr Schue that they all took pills, but it’s more in character for her to not waste an opportunity to perform anyway

Howard Bamboo,totally unqualified man who absolutely isn’t staff, is just allowed on campus to deliver DRUGS? HELLO???

Quinn only gets folic acid... And yet I’m pretty sure she manages to keep up with everybody else. HOW?

“What’s up with Ken?” [FRANTIC PAPER SHREDDING]

I don’t care how married you are, no person should lick another person’s face

I can physically feel the awkwardness between Will and Terri. JUST DIVORCE ALREADY

Don’t like ya Will but you’re right, shit’s not healthy if there’s no space!

Imagine proposing in the staff room at work just because a random woman told you to

“Emma Pilsbury, this is not an engagement ring” “Oh thank god--” “No, I mean, it is” Just take the L, Ken

AND ALSO ANGELS!!!

Quinn’s so fucking concerned. I love this

I usually don’t like yellow clothes but these girls make it look so dang CUTE. More pastels plz

Again, I have no idea how pregnant Quinn is keeping up at all...

HALOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Kurt’s wearing those blocky shades so the boys can’t see his betrayal

Where the hell did this mock-stage set up come from

“We came up with the idea together!” No... Will, that was Sue. Sue gave you the idea

Emma’s pretty much explicitly told Will she’s only marrying Ken because Will won’t be with her. EVERYBODY SUCKS

This argument between Terri and Emma is a nightmare. The most confrontational person VS the least... I’d fucking evaporate if Terri came at me like that

The way Emma’s voice shakes when she tells Terri that Will deserves better... Ouchie

Quinn is just adorable. Diana made this character, and she did such an amazing job... She’s more empathetic than she lets anybody realise

The fact that Terri won’t even help this TEENAGE GIRL pay for the baby that she’ll eventually adopt is a nightmare. Where do you expect her to get the cash from?

Wanting to get married without being married is kind of a mood... Secret marriage

BEING A PUSHOVER WHEN IT COMES TO YOU DOESN’T MAKE HIM A GOOD MAN

Finn and Rachel both realising they screwed up is perfect.

Finn continuing to not know what any words mean is also perfect

This is a cute Rachel moment actually... Yes girl compete WITH your friends!!! You’re a team!!!!

Ahh, methamphetamines! That’s what it was. Yeah, fuck Terri

I’m still looking at Matt Morrison’s lips and trying to figure out if he’s had fillers. They just curl too far!!!

Mr Schue being called out for making things too competitive - fine, I guess. Bringing in SUE to rectify that...??? Hello? Figgins?

Those white jeans are a LOOK Kurt. He’s like a twink Steve Jobs rn

Britt and Santana’s little smiles at each other when Sue’s announced as co-captain... Hell yeah future wives

I’d like to think Will’s upset about Emma marrying Ken for the right reasons (i.e. Ken’s an asshole) but we been knew he’s not. He’s looking at her like he’s just been shot

AIN’T NOTHIN GONNA BREAK MY STRIDE! NOBODY GONNA SLOW ME DOWN! OH NO, I’VE GOT TO KEEP ON MOVIN!

I really just love how stupid this show is! It makes no god damn sense and I fall for it every time!

#Glee #Glee Season 1 #Rosie watches things and then says things about the thing

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shakespearefreak · 5 years

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SIXcago!

Epic story time!

On Saturday, my friend @laropasucia and I took a roadtrip to Chicago to see SIX the musical! It was... incredible.

The drive there was long, but we found ways to pass the time (even aside from 7-Eleven Slurpee tributes to Soviet Cinnamon Rolls).

Gorgeous view of a scenic highway, of all things, from a stop along the way.

Finally, we arrived in Chicago. I suddenly remembered I hadn’t been there since I was a kid, and of course walked around gawking like an obvious tourist.

At Navy Pier

(Yeah, I know the pic’s blurry...)

Can you imagine being at the top of that Ferris wheel? 😮

Arriving at the theater!

The Show

It was breathtaking. I cried from joy before the first song was through. Human beings shouldn’t be able to do the things I saw the Queens do on that stage. I kept forgetting that I was watching a live show, because that’s not possible, it had to be a film with multiple takes and special effects... the energy level, the emotion, the audience interaction, the choreography, the costumes, the lighting, the way everyone on stage was perfectly coordinated, their VOICES... I’d never seen a show even remotely like it.

I tried filming MegaSIX, but I couldn’t find my phone for the first part! (Also, I didn't get the end on film because I wanted to experience the last couple seconds without my phone in front of me.) My camera skills leave much to be desired, and the video quality sucks, but I WAS THERE and it was INCREDIBLE!

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After the show, I waited for the Queens at the stage door, and a spontaneous SIX singalong began in the crowd. It was an almost magical experience; it felt uncannily synchronized, like we’d all rehearsed it together. We got through “Don’t Lose Ur Head,” “Haus of Holbein,” “Get Down,” and part of “All You Wanna Do”... and then suddenly the people in front broke off singing and started screaming as the Queens appeared!

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(BTW, if you’re featured in this video and don’t want to be, please let me know!)

Meeting the Queens!

They were all so incredibly lovely to the fans, each in her own way.

Abby Mueller (Jane Seymour)

Abby’s voice as Seymour instantly caught my attention. It has a unique quality that made “Heart of Stone” even more captivating. Seemingly effortlessly, she hushed the auditorium when we were still pumped up from the first three upbeat songs.

Abby was the first Queen to reach out to me. She saw me standing back, clearly wanting to approach but also not wanting to be rude, and held out her hand to me with an open, friendly smile. She talked with me a bit and made me feel a lot more comfortable.

Anna Uzele (Catherine Parr)

Anna’s Parr was a powerhouse. Trying to describe her performance, the word I keep coming back to is Fierce, with a capital F.

What I noticed most about Anna was she didn’t want anyone to be left behind. Several times she called out, asking if there was anyone in the back who still needed anything signed. She seemed very chill, 100% a professional, but also very personable.

Courtney Mack (Katherine Howard)

Courtney’s Howard was the queen of audience interaction (pun fully intended). Her flirty winks, amused aside glances, and “see-what-I-have-to-deal-with” eyerolls out were like she knew everyone in the audience personally. On more than one occasion I would have sworn a smile or a wink was meant specifically for me, even though logically I knew everyone in my general direction was meant to feel precisely that.

Courtney captured my heart immediately when I saw her at the stage door. She seemed so much like her character! She took tons of time with every fan, and talked with to everyone who approached her with full attention, wide eyes, and a dazzling smile. She was so sweet, and seemed so genuinely excited and pleased to be around the fans.

Andrea Macasaet (Anne Boleyn)

I admit, I was nervous about Andrea’s take on Boleyn. I love what I’ve seen of Millie O'Connell so much, I was afraid no other performer could live up to her. Andrea took those doubts and utterly decimated them within the first few seconds of “Don’t Lose Ur Head.” Her voice and overall performance are both wildly different from Millie’s, but retain the same core character. And like Millie, she seems to have absolutely boundless energy: she bounced all over the stage the entire show.

In person, Andrea is TINY. Like, almost shockingly small and doll-like. I called her “adorable” at least twice before it dawned on me how awkward that was. I apologized, but she seemed completely unfazed, like it wasn’t at all unusual.

Brittany Mack (Anna of Cleves)

In a cast of flawless dancers, Brittany’s Cleves still stood out. Her reflexes seemed nearly inhuman, and every movement was deeply expressive. Brittany told Cleves’ story with her whole body. And as if that wasn’t enough, she can do some absolutely insane stuff with her voice.

My self-consciousness caught up with me while I was talking to Brittany. Next to all these gorgeous women, I felt so awkward. After I took the photo, I said something like “I look stupid but oh well, I’m happy” and she immediately said I looked beautiful, and I believed it, the way she looked at me.

Nicole Kyoung-Mi Lambert (Catherine of Aragon alternate) ft. @laropasucia

"No Way” is one of my less favourite songs on the cast album, because it sits immediately between the sheer electric energy of the opening number and the absolutely addictive “Don’t Lose Ur Head.” But Nicole strutted forward and blew me away. Her Aragon took command of the theater with the force of sass and total badassery, and made me completely forget that my favourite number was coming up next.

I couldn’t find Nicole in the swarm of fans for the longest time, and only managed to catch her attention just as they were all being called backstage again! She still took the time to give me an autograph and take a photo, even though a staff member was urging her to wrap it up.

They all signed my program, too!

(The gold thing is a random piece of confetti I snatched from the stage after the show as a souvenir)

The only slight disappointment of the night was that the only piece of merch I really wanted, a set of buttons, was sold out. But I did pick up a tote and a coffee mug!

👑 💛 💚 💎 ❤️ 💜 💙 👑

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Three’s Company// Jeffree Star

Is this considered a lesbian imagine? Who fucking knows tbh whatever. Jeffree is bae af male or female idgaf he’s here to stay so...How are ya?

You and Nate watch in amusement as Jeffree reapplies his lipstick for what feels like the 12th time. Nate looks at you, raising an eyebrow.

"Is it your turn or mine," he asks, his usual half smile tugging at his lips.

You sigh, getting up off the bed, "yours, but I got it. You're the only one who hasn't eaten yet since you wanted to sleep in."

As you move to stop your fretting boyfriend, Nate tugs you back by your waist and turns you. He stands, towering over you. Leaning down, he presses a grateful kiss on your lips, causing you to smile completely against your will.

"Thank you, Baby," his boyish grin is probably one of your biggest weaknesses, which pisses you off the second he gets away with something.

"Yeah yeah," you roll your eyes playfully, "go before I change my mind."

"Yes ma'am," he let's you go.

You watch as he leaves the room, but not before pressing a kiss to Jeffree's cheek. Jeffree is so focused on his makeup he doesn't even notice. You frown at that, and move to stand behind Jeffree in the vanity mirror.

"Babe, relax," you wrap your arms around him from behind, "Shane is great, and you and I both know that this is going to be fine."

"I know, I just don't know what to expect," Jeffree let's out a frustrated sigh.

"Be yourself," you turn him to face you, "the world will pick a side between loving you and hating you either way, so just focus on being who you are with no apologies. It's okay not to be perfectly put together all the time."

"Girl," Jeffree gives you a look like he doesn't believe anything you just said, "if I slip up for just a second the whole internet will be all over it."

"So," you shrug, "if that's what you're worried about, call Shane and cancel this whole thing, because that isn't what this is about. This is about letting the world see the Jeffrey Steininger, not just Jeffree Star. You have to take it there, you have to let everyone see the beautiful boy in here," you press your palm against his chest, "not just the beautiful man the world sees."

"Bitch, don't make me cry I just put on this mascara," Jeffree fans his face, glaring at you.

"I love you," you chuckle, kissing the opposite cheek that Nate had kissed, "I'll be downstairs waiting when you're ready."

"Thank you, Honey," he squeezes your hand, before letting you go.

You wink, before moving towards the door.

"How is he," Nathan accepts your arms around his waist, as he leans against the counter of the island.

"Scared," you mumble against his back, "this is probably going to be one of the hardest things he's done in public like this."

"He'll be ok," Nate smiles, "how about you though. We don't really talk about...us and how that all happened. Shane's gonna ask."

You let him go long enough for him to face you properly, and you sigh. You smile as his arms pull you into him, and you kiss him before leaning your head against his chest.

"I'm not embarrassed or ashamed," you shrug, "I mean, obviously before you came along me and Jeffree had a healthy, happy relationship but since we've found you honestly it's only grown stronger. The internet can think what they want, but it might be good to finally set the record straight and what this is and how it happened."

"I think so too," Nathan rubs your back, "obviously everyone thinks I'm trying to steal Jeffree from you and that just isn't true."

"Or they think you're trying to take me from him," you snort, rolling your eyes.

"Should I be jealous," Jeffree leans against the entry to the kitchen, smirking at you both in his robe.

"Of me? Totally," you smirk back, "I've got two amazing, hot, well endowed boyfriends and you only have one."

Jeffree laughs, and Nathan just smiles in amusement.

"Shane's outside," Jeffree informs you both, and you can tell he's nervous.

"You'll be fine," you kiss him, moving aside for Nate to give him a kiss too.

"Don't worry, baby," Nathan echoes his earlier thoughts, "you'll be ok."

"That never gets old," you muse, watching them kiss.

Jeffree pulls away from Nate, and give you a look you know very well. Before he can say anything, the doorbell goes off and he takes a deep breath. You and Nate follow behind him at a distance. You wait with Maddie and Brittany as Jeffree introduces Shane to the dogs. As they come into the house, you watch as Nate, who's closer shake's Shane's hand.

"You know Nate," Jeffree introduces him to Shane and the Camera.

And Jeffree tugs you over, since you were more off to the side, "and Y/N my beautiful girlfriend, obviously."

You grin at him, before accepting Shane's hug.

"Ok, but like how are you more gay than I am and you somehow got a hot boyfriend and a hot girlfriend," Shane narrows his eyes at Jeffree, gasping dramatically, "triggered!"

You snort, holding back at laugh.

"Girl, that's a long story for later in the video," Jeffree gives him a look.

Shane laughs, and you follow them to the kitchen. You and Nate hang back, pretty much letting Jeffree film without much input. You were mostly there for moral support, and... because you lived there so where else would you go.

"Babe, I found plans for us later," Jeffree calls out to you two, drawing your attention back to the conversation.

"It's just all of us sucking Andrew's dick," Shane laughs, along with Andrew and Jeffree.

You look at Nate, then back to Jeffree, "I thought we agreed our next one would be a woman. I definitely need a break after that last guy."

You say it with such a straight face, and Shane looks like he doesn't know how to respond to that, before he just laughs harder. Jeffree laughs with him, and Nate looks at you all in amusement.

"Here, babe," you hand Jeffree his Redbull.

"Thank you, Honey," he takes it with a smile, sipping through the straw.

"So like," Shane looks at Jeffree, as James does his makeup, "can we just talk about the fact that your relationship is literally bisexual goals. I'm like, Sister Jealous."

James sighs, as Shane messes up his catch phrase for probably the 20th time. You let out a laugh, running your hands through the back of Jeffree's hair. It's a habit you've had from when it was short in the back, before he grew it out.

"I'm mean," Jeffree sits his mirror down, looking at Shane, "what do you want to know?"

"Well, obviously you shook the world twice," Shane moves too much, causing James to adjust his head again, "once when you announced you were dating a woman, and again when you added Nate to the equation. How did this...even happen."

You glance at Jeffree, and shrug, signaling him to answer first, "well, when I met Y/N I immediately had a connection to her. I thought it was like family, which she definitely is my family, but it was so much more."

He squeezes you hand, looking at you, "Y/N was probably the best thing to ever happen to me, especially at that time in my life. She's been through so much shit with me, since Myspace. It wasn't until like 5 years ago that I really started to see her like that."

"Ok see that's what I want to know," Shane immediately jumps on that, "how did you even know you liked her? Like, you're this gay guy and suddenly you have a girlfriend. Everyone, myself included, was a little Sister Shook by that."

"Finally," James mutters, causing you to laugh again.

Jeffree raises an eyebrow at you, almost asking if he can go into detail. You return the look, smirking at him. He sighs, knowing it wasn't his proudest moment.

"Y/N was literally my best friend for years at that point," Jeffree begins, "everyone else had come and gone, but she was the only bitch that didn't take my shit and wasn't afraid to call me out on anything. She was dating this guy, and they were getting serious and I was majorly jealous. Like, girl, I hated this man and it was causing problems in our friendship."

Jeffree sighs, "they got engaged, and it caused literally the worst fight we've ever had. Like, ever. Y/N was so hurt because I said things that, you know, I definitely should not have. She just said she was done, basically, and I was left to deal with that. I was so angry at myself, and the world and I just...I didn't handle it well."

You squeeze his arm in support, knowing what he wasn't saying. He smiles gratefully at you.

"So anyways, weeks pass, and Y/N shows up out of the blue," Jeffree smiles at you, "she tells me about myself and demands and answer for why I was being so awful and I honestly didn't have one. I just kept going on about how I didn't like her fiance and she just kept asking me why and the next thing I know I say that she should be with me and not him and we're both sitting there like...wow."

You chuckle, "I wasn't expecting that at all, honestly. He never showed any signs of being interested in me at all."

"I guess we both fell for each other without realizing it, and it made being just friends hard for both of us," Jeffree squeezes your waist, "Y/N took some time, just to make sure that the risk was worth ruining both our friendship and her relationship with her boyfriend and...I guess she thought it was because here we are."

"You're always worth it," you kiss him.

"That's so cute I hate it," James comments, causing Shane to laughs.

"Ok, but what about Nate," Shane asks the million dollar question.

"Nate was...a happy accident," Jeffree smiles.

"That's what my mother calls me," you say it without thinking about the fact that anyone else will hear.

"Me," Shane covers his mouth, trying to hide his laugh.

You laugh with him, as Jeffree finishes his answer, "I met Nate through Instagram, and Y/N and I had already talked about, you know, the boundaries of our relationship. Obviously she's not a man, and she's also bisexual so there were things a woman could do for her that I couldn't so we knew where that line was. Nate came to LA, and like, the moment we met him it just clicked. Y/N was the first one to really mention it, and, you know we talked to Nate about it and it took a while to really get a feel of our relationship but it was like he'd always been there."

You smile, nodding your agreement, "Nate is honestly the glue. Especially when me and Jeffree are going at each other. When your relationship is built off of years of friendship, the fighting happens less often, but it's definitely worse than normal relationship fighting."

Almost as if hearing his name, Nate comes down the hall, into Jeffree's beauty room. He raises an eyebrow as all eyes go to him.

"Did I miss something," he chuckles, crossing his arms as he leans against the doorway.

"We were talking about our relationship," you fill him in.

"Oh," he nods.

"So," Shane focuses on Nate, "how did it start from your perspective?"

"I mean," Nate scratches at the underside of his jaw, "I was talking to Jeffree on Instagram, and then I was in LA. I knew he had a girlfriend, because he told me."

"So were you just interested in Jeffree or how did that go," Shane asks, as the camera shifts back to Nate.

"I'd never really be into guys, but with Jeffree it just felt normal," Nate shrugs, "we definitely talked a lot before I came out here, and I talked to him more than Y/N. She wasn't really involved in everything, but I guess that was just because she was crazy busy with work at the time. But, when I got here, I felt like I had talked to her just as much. Her vibe was so cool, and we all just...worked."

"It helped that the first time he saw me I was half naked," you smirk at him.

"Wait, what," Shane covers his mouth as he laughs.

"I picked up Nate from the airport, and Y/N was running late so she stayed back to shower and change," Jeffree smirks at you, "she claims that she just lost track of time and when we got home she was in the middle of getting dressed."

"Right," Shane give you a look, "totally on accident. I always lose track of time and then I have to shower with Rylan to stay on track."

Jeffree nods, "totally. I do that all the time."

"Well, I have two boyfriends so obviously it worked at any rate," you flip your hair, impersonating Jeffree, "you only have one man? Can't relate."

"Girl," Jeffree laughs at your act, rolling his eyes, "you see what I have to put up with?"

"Because you're easy," you raise an eyebrow at him.

"I mean I was back in the day, Honey" he flips his hair.

"Oh my God, I'm over you," you push him, "I can't even say anything against that because I was there."

"Y/N has seen me suck plenty of dicks," Jeffree nods, "but now I'm a one dick kinda girl. Plus a healthy serving of Pussy. Unless Nate is out of town, then I have to settle for just pussy or silicone if Y/N is feeling kinky."

"I'm leaving," you move away from Jeffree, glaring at him playfully.

"Let's go watch TV and let them finish filming," Nate pulls you against him, smirking at Jeffree.

"Mmhmm," Jeffree narrows his eyes at you both, "Netflix and chill?"

"Maybe," you shrug, pulling Nate from the room with a wink.

"I would say use a condom, but we don't have any of those," you hear Jeffree tell Shane, followed by more laughter.

#jeffree star #imagine #celebrity imagine #BentDownSpoon #jeffree star imagine

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leigh-kelly · 5 years

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If the Fates Allow: Part 8/13

Thirteen part Christmas fic loosely based on Life As We Know It. After Santana and Brittany’s best friends die, leaving their two kids behind, the ex-girlfriends are forced to move in together and raise their godchildren.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

July:

Sometimes for Santana, the whole Brittany situation felt like whiplash. After the reunion, they stopped watching TV together at night, they started following the rules again, they just co-parented without any of the weird stuff between them. Santana wasn’t sure if it was good or bad, she wasn’t sure if she loved it or hated it, she just kind of felt like nothing was ever going to be right as long as this was the situation they were in. And even still, she didn’t think they’d be right being involved romantically, things were severely broken, mainly her heart, and she finally made plans to take Wendy out again, just wanting to get away from Brittany. She went on a bunch of dates, always on nights where she didn’t pick the kids up at school and always on nights where she had already promised Ava the next night would be extra special.

Because it was summer vacation, when Santana worked from home, she stopped working early in order to get Ava from camp. Brittany had arranged her classes around getting her on the days that she couldn’t and the afternoon after her date with Wendy, she was excited to see Ava since she hadn’t seen her since the morning before. Before she got Ava, she picked JJ up at daycare and strapped him into his car seat, then drove to Ava’s day camp. When she pulled up, she spotted Ava with her pigtails in the crowd and Santana smiled widely. Something about that kid just made her happy no matter how sad and mixed up she felt inside. Ava jumped up and down excitedly when she noticed Santana and the counselor opened up the door for her so she could get in the car. Santana leaned back and helped her with her buckle, then kissed her on the nose.

“I missed you, kiddo.”

“I missed you too! I have to tell you all about all of the stuff I did at camp and then help you cook dinner! Are you staying home tonight?”

“I am, just like I promised.”

“Do you have a new girlfriend, Aunt Santana? Are you gonna kiss her?”

“She’s not quite my girlfriend, Aves, but I like hanging out with her.”

“More than you like hanging out with me?”

“Never.” Santana smiled, turning around the drive them home. “There’s no one I’m ever going to like hanging out with more than I like hanging out with you.”

“Aunt Santana?”

“Yeah.”

“Georgianna got a dog. Can I get a dog?”

“Dog! Dog! Dog!” JJ yelled from his car seat, making Santana laugh every time he acquired a new word by listening to Ava.

“I think a dog is a lot of work, and neither Aunt Brittany or I have much time for that right now.”

“Can we go to the dog store and just look at them? Mommy used to let me.”

Those words always cut straight through Santana’s heart and she couldn’t say no. She was pretty sure, knowing Cassidy, that they went to the pound rather than a puppy store, so she looked up the closest animal shelter on her phone and drove there. Ava was singing happily in the back seat, making JJ laugh as she did, and it made Santana feel good to see the kids in such good spirits. She pulled into the parking lot and Ava yelled that it was the same place she went to with Cass, so Santana felt like she was absolutely doing the right thing. Sometimes it felt like everything she did was about keeping Cass and John alive for Ava, but deep within her heart of hearts, Santana felt like that was the most right thing she could possibly do.

“Look at this one! Look at this one!” Ava hung on the bars of one of the cages, where a small terrier lay on the floor. “Aunt Santana, she’s so sad!”

“She does look pretty sad, doesn’t she?” Santana shifted JJ on her hip and ruffled Ava’s hair.

“If you tell the lady we want to play with her, we’re allowed!”

“For ten minutes, okay? We have to go home and get started on dinner.”

“Okay, ten whole minutes!”

The worker at the animal shelter took the dog out of the pen and she brought her into a little room. Santana told Ava not to put her face near the dog and she let JJ stand up, keeping a close eye on both of them in case the dog wasn’t as nice as she seemed. But immediately after they settled down, the dog perked right up and she came over to Ava, licking her hand. Then, though Santana wasn’t exactly a dog person, the dog came right over to her and licked her face, making her laugh in a way she hadn’t expected. The dog was probably the sweetest thing she’d ever seen and the way Ava smiled just made Santana feel some kind of way.

“Aunt Santana! She loves us! She loves us!” Ava cried out as JJ took a fist full of the dog’s fur and she laid down at his feet. “Please, please, please can we take her to our house?”

“Ava—”

“Please Aunt Santana? I want to keep her so, so bad! She’s a good dog! And Aunt Brittany loves dogs!”

Looking at both Ava’s face and the dog’s face, Santana realized she couldn’t say no. Maybe Brittany was right, she was absolutely powerless when it came to Ava, but Ava was also right, Brittany did love dogs and she thought it would be perfectly fine if they brought this sweet girl home. She probably should have called her, but she knew she was at work anyway and wouldn’t be able to answer. It would be fine, Santana figured, she’d deal with the repercussions, and before she knew it, she was signing papers. Once everything was finished, Ava was grinning from ear to ear as they put the dog in the backseat of the car between her and JJ and Santana really felt like she had made the best choice she could ever possibly make.

“I want to call her Daisy because that’s like Daisy Duck!”

“Daisy.” Santana laughed. “I like that.”

“I’m going to help you walk her and feed her and cuddle her! She’s mine, right Aunt Santana?”

“I think she’s more like a family dog, Aves, since JJ might want to share her with you when he’s a little bit bigger but she’s definitely part yours.”

“I can’t wait to call Georgianna and tell her! Can I call her on the phone? Please, please?”

“You definitely can, but after we have dinner, okay?”

“Okay!”

Brittany was already home when they pulled into the driveway and Ava was anxious to get Daisy out of the car and into the house. Santana unbuckled JJ first, then she hooked Daisy’s leash to her and opened the door for Ava. She squealed with delight when Santana let her hold onto the leash, but when they got to the door, Brittany was out on the front steps and did not look happy. Santana swallowed hard, knowing that this was going to be like their frequent ice cream conversations only worse and she immediately realized that as much as she thought she could deal with the repercussions of her decision, maybe she wasn’t.

“Aunt Brittany! Look! It’s Daisy! Our dog!”

“I didn’t know we had a dog.” Brittany forced a smile for Ava, but the way she looked at Santana could kill. “Ava, honey, why don’t you go inside and wash your hands?”

“Daisy! Come with me!” Ava pulled on the leash and she disappeared inside with the dog trailing behind her.

“You have got to be kidding me right now.” Brittany lowered her voice and narrowed her eyes at Santana. “You got her a dog without even thinking about talking to me?”

“Why should I have talked to you when you were just going to end up saying no?”

“Um, I don’t know, because I live here too and am going to have to share the responsibility with you?”

“No one’s asking you to do anything, Brittany. I’ll take care of the damn dog.”

“That’s not even the point.” Brittany shook her head. “We’ve had this conversation before, you just give into everything she wants and I’m trying to maintain some sense of order around here.”

“Right, I’m the terrible parent.”

“What’s even up with you lately? I thought we were becoming friends and then suddenly you don’t even look at me.”

“Is this about us being friends or about the dog? Make up your mind.”

“It’s about communication. You’re not communicating with me about anything and now you come home with a dog. A phone call would have been nice.”

“So take her back.”

“Right.” Brittany rolled her eyes. “Because that won’t make me the meanest person in the world if I take away the dog that you told Ava she could have.”

“I didn’t go to the animal shelter with the plan of bringing home a dog. I did it because Ava said Cass used to take her.”

“And managed to never bring home a dog!”

“Stop fighting! You’re not supposed to fight! Aunt Santana promised!” Ava screamed, standing in the doorway. “You’re makin’ me and Daisy sad! Aunt Brittany, are you gonna take Daisy away from me?”

“I’m not going to take Daisy away from you, Ava. You don’t have to worry about that.” Brittany sighed, looking down at Ava and the dog. Then, she looked back up at Santana and whispered, “I’m not done with this conversation.”

The tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife the whole night and after the kids were in bed, Santana really wanted to just hide in her bedroom and avoid any sort of conversation. But Brittany ended up knocking on her door and Santana was shocked by that. She’d never actually done that before and it felt really weird as Santana trudged to the door and opened it. Brittany was standing there with her arms crossed over her chest and Santana took a deep breath.

“We can’t fight with the kids sleeping.” Santana put her hands up to stop the incoming barrage of criticism.

“I am more than capable of having an adult conversation with my voice at a reasonable volume.”

“Don’t you understand that I’m just trying to make this kid happy? JJ doesn’t remember them probably already but Ava misses them so much and so what if we have a dog to help fill a hole in her life.”

“It’s not so what, Santana. Adults have conversations about big things like this. What happens when she’s a teenager and she decides she wants to date, are you just going to let her go out with someone without talking to me.”

“Oh, please, we were sleeping together when we were fifteen.”

“Why do you always have to bring up our past whenever I’m just trying to have a conversation about something unrelated?”

“You’re not trying to have a conversation. You’re trying to make me feel bad. Well guess what? I don’t. Goodnight, Brittany.”

“You can’t just say goodnight when you don’t want to talk about things. You keep doing that.”

“I can do whatever I want.”

“Oh, real mature. Are you going to stick your fingers in your ears too?”

“You’re one to talk.”

“Excuse me.” Brittany crossed her arms over her chest.

“You only want to talk when you think you’re going to win an argument. Whatever, you want to be right, you’re right. I shouldn’t have gotten the dog, but now it’s too late.”

“I’m not having this conversation to try to be right. I’m trying to talk to you so we can be better parents together.”

“Whatever, I’m not in the mood tonight.”

“That’s not how it works.”

“It’s how it works for me.” Santana stepped back, considering closing the door.

“I really don’t want to fight with you. I just want you to recognize what I’m trying to say.”

“I get it, okay. You’re the responsible one, I’m the irresponsible one. You win, I lose.”

“Seriously Santana, what’s up with you?”

“Nothing’s up, this is just who I am. You know, shitty. You decided that two years ago.”

“This isn’t about us.”

“Isn’t it always?”

#brittana #if the fates allow #itfa

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honeycombcal · 6 years

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Clichés - C.H. (Pt. 2)

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader

Words: 3576

Warnings: Language, slight mention of anxiety

AN: Here it is, part 2! I hope you guys enjoy it, I wanted to add a little bit of angst but of course end with fluff fluff f l u f f. I hope the ending doesn’t seem rushed, it’s almost 3 in the morning when I’m posting this lmao. If you like this, I take requests if you have any! xx (gif does not belong to me, credits go to whoever made it)

Part 1 Part 3

“You gotta wear it,” Brittany urged, thrusting the article of clothing toward you once more.

You huffed, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth and lightly pressing your teeth down. You looked it over again, the black bodysuit sparking nerves in your stomach. The front plunged lower than anything else you owned, the back nonexistent. You never went out so you didn’t have any ‘going out’ clothes other than this one piece, and you began to wonder what the hell you were thinking buying it in the first place.

“I don’t know, Britt,” you muttered, taking the bodysuit in your hands. It was a soft material, and you remember feeling comfortable and, surprisingly, confident in it when you had tried it on in the store. It hugged your body in all the right places, and the dark washed, ripped jeans you had bought to tuck it into made you feel like a runway model. Looking at the piece of cloth now, you felt your confidence level sinking to the floor.

“I don’t want him to get the wrong idea,” you continued, making Brittany scoff.

“What idea? That you’re hot and totally in love with him?” she teased, flopping down onto your bed. You groaned, rolling your eyes at your roommate.

“Not in love with him!” you retorted, throwing the bodysuit at her and rushing to your adjoining bathroom before she could whip it back at you.

You glanced at your reflection in the mirror, almost not recognizing the girl- no, woman- looking back at you. Her hair was curled into perfect, glossy waves. Her eyes were smokey and not hidden by her normal big glasses. She glowed in a way you hadn’t seen before.

“It’ll be a miracle if he even recognizes me,” you called to her, fidgeting with your hair. You hear your roommate chuckle before she pads into your bathroom, looking at you in the mirror.

“You look amazing, but I think he’s into you for more than just your looks. Humor me and wear the bodysuit. You can always bring a sweater to throw over it if you start to feel uncomfortable,” she spoke softly, her eyes meeting yours. You pursed your lips before finally relenting, nodding and going back into your bedroom to get dressed.

Your phone buzzed on your bedside table, catching your attention as you pulled your jeans up, wiggling around to get them to sit on your hips just right. You pulled the zipper up as you walked to your phone where it charged, bringing the button through its slit as you bent your head to read the text that had popped up on the screen.

Calum Hood: just checking in to make sure you don’t ditch tonight to study how paint dries… see you soon x

You couldn’t help but snort at the first half of his text, and swoon at the ‘x’ he’d signed it with. You wanted to scold yourself for getting so worked up over a boy, but Calum Hood just wasn’t like any other boy.

“Don’t make me drag you up there because I will,” Brittany threatened, turning in the driver’s seat to give you a pointed look.

Dread was slowly starting to flood your stomach as you looked over Britt’s shoulder to the house. Some people were milling about outside in the yard, some were playing a game of beer pong on the porch, but it was clear that the inside of the house was packed. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, your mouth all of a sudden feeling very dry.

“I can’t do this,” you breathe, your panic stricken eyes meeting your roommate’s now soft ones. Brittany placed her hands on your bare shoulders.

“Hey, yes you can. You are smart, and beautiful, and more than capable of going into some dumb party,” she reassured you. You swallowed the lump that was beginning to form in your throat as your gaze shifted back towards the grey house.

“Why can’t you come with me,” you whined, which earned you a giggle from Brittany.

“I actually have studying I have to do so that chem test doesn’t kick my ass on Monday. I believe in you, and if you’re still freaked out after 20 minutes, call me and I’ll come right back. Okay?” she spoke softly, ducking her head to get you to meet her eyes. You bit the inside of your cheek and nodded slowly.

“Deep breaths,” she encouraged, taking a deep breath herself so that you would do the same. You both took three deep breaths before you opened the door.

“Be safe, have fun! Love you!” Britt chirped, making you smile and blow her a kiss before shutting the car door. She waited for you to follow the path up to the house before driving off.

Your eyes darted to the people outside, even though you knew you wouldn’t know anyone. You were caught off guard when you heard a low whistle, your head whipping to the general direction that you heard it. You were used to being invisible, and you didn’t mind it. You fidgeted with your jacket, having opted for a red suede one rather than a boring cardigan. Your booties clicked on the pavement as you approached the house, the bass of the music growing increasingly louder. You lingered by the door, hesitating, before turning the doorknob.

The temperature inside the house was sweltering compared to the frigid air outside. You shut the door, eyes wide as you took everything in. To your right was the living room, packed with bodies and smelling of alcohol and- was that weed? The hallway in front of you lead to what you assumed would be the kitchen, and the stairs to your left must lead to where the bedrooms are. You were beginning to wonder why the hell you hadn’t texted Calum to let him know you were here. You wandered into the living room, glancing around the faces you didn’t recognize in hopes of seeing him.

Your heart began to race as anxious thoughts started to flood your mind. You chewed on your lip as you pushed through everyone, making your way into the dining room where it looked like people were playing some other kind of drinking game you didn’t know. You tried desperately to control your rapid breathing, turning to go back into the living room when you saw him.

He looked amazing. The simple black t-shirt he wore seemed to strain against his biceps, his tattoos a stark contrast to his golden skin. His black jeans were tight, showcasing his muscular legs. His dark hair looked softer than ever, the curls resting against his forehead. His long fingers were wrapped around a red solo cup, and he was laughing at something someone said. You looked to see it was Hemmings, from the soccer game. He caught your gaze almost immediately, making your face heat as he nudged Calum. Cal’s eyebrows raised before turning in your direction, doing a double take before his eyes widened just enough for you to notice. His plump lips parted slightly, his dark eyes scanning your body before you finally mustered enough courage to join them.

“Hey,” you breathed, feeling awkward and out of place. Calum gave you a smile, one that made your heart almost beat of your chest.

“Y/N, wow, I almost didn’t recognize you! You look amazing,” he praised, wrapping his arms around you. You returned his hug and rested your head in the crook of his neck, his scent making you feel at home.

“Yeah well, I’m already so far out of my comfort zone I thought I might as well switch it up a little bit,” you giggled, pulling away. Calum chuckled.

“Oh, Y/N, this is Luke Hemmings, my teammate and one of my roommates,” Calum introduced you to the blonde boy, seemingly remembering his friend was still standing there.

“Hemmings, yeah, that was a nice assist you had today,” you smiled, hoping to impress the guys on your terminology. It seemed to work, as Luke’s eyebrows shot up.

“Hey thanks, I’m actually kinda surprised you know what that is,” Luke chuckled.

“You should’ve heard her at the game, she was yelling about that douchebag holding my jersey!” Calum chimed in, making you blush.

“Well, I had to study something today,” you shrugged, making the guys laugh.

“I’ll have to test your knowledge some other time, then,” Calum teased, winking at you. You pursed your lips but nodded, going along with it. Your knowledge of soccer was still limited, but you were hoping you had enough time to learn more before Calum grilled you about it.

“Hey, Cal, you always said you can never hear anything the crowd yells. Remember that one time, that guy was heckling-” Luke started, Calum’s death glare promptly cutting him off. You felt your face heat at the fact that Calum had heard you during his game, but you decided to let him off easy.

“So, how many other guys live here?” you asked, remembering that Calum had said that Luke was one of his roommates.

“Two others, Michael and Ashton. They should be around here somewhere-”

“Cal!” a high pitched voice called, interrupting him. A beautiful girl bounced to his side, her eyes gleaming as she caught Calum’s attention, her hands wrapping around his bicep.

“Hey, Nicki-” Calum started to greet her, but she grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the stairs.

“Come with me,” she insisted, giving him a beautiful smile.

It felt like your heart had sank to your stomach. Did you actually think that Calum was interested in you romantically? He was way out of your league; you were just some girl he sat next to in class. He probably just felt bad for you and that’s why he invited you out tonight.

Calum glanced at Luke before looking at you, his eyes searching your face. You tried your best to smile at him, nodding that it was okay. He still seemed reluctant as Nicki practically dragged him away.

“That should be interesting,” Luke huffed, bringing his cup to his lips. Your gaze shifted from where Calum had just been to Luke.

“What do you mean?” you asked, hoping you weren’t coming off as nosy.

“Nicki’s his ex,” Luke sighed, his face scrunching up to show his distaste of the beautiful girl.

“Oh,” was all you could manage, your heart all the way in the basement now.

“She’s psycho. They broke up around the beginning of the semester but she won’t leave him alone,” he gossiped, your eyebrows raising at the information.

“Why’d they break up?” You didn’t care if you were coming off nosy now,

“She cheated on him with some football player. He can’t stand her but for some reason she just keeps showing up. Probably doesn’t help that he still hooks up with her every now and then,” Luke muttered, downing the rest of his drink. You felt your mouth pop open at that last sentence, feeling your heart shatter into pieces.

“I’m gonna go get a refill, you want anything?” he asked you, oblivious to the heartbreak he had just inflicted on you. You merely shook your head, not able to speak before Luke went off to the kitchen.

You stood there, in that crowded room, feeling utterly alone. The boy you had come here to see, the one that you had fallen so hard for over these past few months, had been pulled upstairs by his ex right in front of you. You were mortified. Unshed tears began to burn your eyes, your throat dry. It felt as though the walls were closing in on you; people kept brushing against you, some softly and some with more force, sending your senses into overdrive. You had to get out of here.

You pushed your way through the crowd, making your way to the door. You slammed it shut behind you, the cool air welcoming on your burning skin. You ignored the stares the party goers outside gave you, rushing down the path toward the street and beginning to walk. You should probably call Brittany, but you didn’t want to have to tell her what happened. You recognized where you were on campus, and you knew there were a slew of bars and shops just up the street.

You hugged your arms around yourself, the wind unforgiving. Your mind raced, a million thoughts jumbled around in your brain. Why had he invited you out tonight? Why had he given you his jersey to wear? Was he just being friendly and you took it the wrong way? You felt like an idiot. You had always worn your heart on your sleeve, and it had always bitten you in the ass; this time was clearly no different.

You had made it into town, your eyes scanning the storefronts. One caught your eye, a neon sign in cursive blinking “The Lib”. You decided to check it out, opening the door. A bell tinkled somewhere, an alert that someone was here. You’d never heard of this place before, your eyes scanning the small bar. A red, almost pink, glow was cast inside and the wall to your right was lined with books. Further down the wall was where a quaint bar was nestled, a small woman standing behind it cleaning some glasses. The left wall had all kinds of posters and pieces of art decorating it, a stage adorning the back corner. They must have live music in here some nights, but tonight was dead. You were the only person there, so you approached the bar slowly.

“Hiya hun, what can I get ya?” the woman asked you, her smile warm and inviting. Her wavy dirty blonde hair was cut into a stylish bob, framing her face perfectly. She had delicate features, and she reminded you of a pixie. You liked her immediately.

“Can I get a vodka sprite?” you asked, showing her your ID. She waved you away and nodded, beginning to make your drink.

“What brings you in all by your lonesome on a Saturday night?” she inquired, seemingly genuine. You sighed, taking a seat at the bar.

“Clichés,” you muttered, making her eyebrows raise as she handed you your drink.

“What do you mean?” she cocked her head, leaning her elbows on the bar.

“This guy is way out of my league and I should’ve known better,” you gave her the short version, taking a sip of your drink and wincing.

“Out of your league? I’m sorry, but have ya looked in the mirror lately?! You are stunning,” she complimented, making you smile.

“I don’t always look like this,” you laughed. If only she could see you during the week. She scoffed, going to wipe the bar down on the opposite end.

“I didn't catch your name?” you asked her, and she gave you a friendly smile.

“Mickie. I own the bar,” she told you. You nodded in appreciation.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N. I really love how you incorporated the book wall,” you tell her earnestly. This could easily become one of your new favorite spots.

“Well I’m glad someone does! I just love everything nerdy I guess, so having a book wall and a bunch of art and live music just felt right to me,” she shrugged, coming back down to stand in front of you.

“I’m a nerd right there with ya,” you giggled, making her smile.

The bell chimed overhead, signaling that someone else was here. You looked to the door and felt your heart in your throat as Calum walked towards you.

“Thought I’d find you here,” he breathed. You glanced at Mickie as she looked at Calum and back at you.

“I’ll be in the back if you need anything,” she told you, giving you some privacy. You nodded, going to take another sip of your drink before you remembered she hadn’t charged you.

“Wait! How much-?”

“On the house!” she called over her shoulder.

Calum settled in on the stool next to you, his body facing you as you faced the bar.

“How’d you know I’d be here?” you murmured, fiddling with your straw.

“I played a gig with my band here last week. Reminded me of you,” he responded softly, making your insides liquify. He’s in a band? Is there anything he can’t do?

“Why’d you run off?” he asked, and you could feel his gaze searching your face. You rolled your lips into your mouth, head dropping to stare at your lap.

“You seemed otherwise… preoccupied. And I didn’t know anyone else,” you shrugged, trying to come off as nonchalant. You stole a glance at Calum, his face full of concern.

“I definitely wouldn’t say I was preoccupied… more like ambushed,” he chuckled, but stopped once you didn’t join in.

“It’s okay, Luke told me,” you reassured, leaning forward to take a long sip of your drink. You could feel your body warming thanks to the drink, your tolerance practically nonexistent.

“Luke told you what?” Calum prompted, searching your face.

“About Nicki. And you. You and Nicki. It’s okay, I don’t want to interfere-” you began, but Calum quickly shut you down.

“Woah woah woah, okay, slow down. Clearly he had more to drink than I thought,” Calum huffed, you finally deciding to meet his gaze.

“There is no ‘me and Nicki’. She cheated on me before school started, I broke up with her, we hooked up once a few days after, and that was that. She always shows up to parties that I’m at and it drives me up the fucking wall,” he explained, unknowingly piecing your heart back together.

“I’m pretty sure she tells people that we still mess around to keep other girls from talking to me. But you’re not just any girl,” he continued, taking your hand. Your heart, now fully repaired, threatened to beat right out of your chest.

“I love that you are so lowkey. You keep to yourself, and it’s adorable, but there’s so much… innocence to it, for lack of a better word. You’re untouched by all the shitty drama that goes on in my life, and you’re just… like a breath of fresh air,” he breathed the last part. You felt your lips tug into a smile at his words.

“I’ve loved getting to know you these past few months. I’ve loved spending time with you, learning what you like and dislike, and pretending that I need your notes,” he winks before continuing. “I love that you went so far out of your comfort zone tonight, and I loved seeing you in my jersey at the game. You look beautiful tonight, but I love seeing you in your glasses too.”

“Where are you going with this, Hood?” you breathed, unsure if this was real life or if you had picked up a romance book off of the shelves of The Lib and were reading that instead. Calum chuckled, squeezing your hand.

“Nicki is no one you should worry about. She saw me talking to you and tried to scare you off, which I guess worked, but I wasn’t gonna let her win. I really like you, Y/N,” he admitted, his free hand coming up to brush your cheek. You felt your breath catch in your throat, time seemingly standing still.

“You do?” you squeaked, his face breaking out in a grin that made the skin around his eyes crinkle.

“I don’t know how to make it any more obvious,” he teased, making you giggle.

“I’m book smart, but I never said anything about street smart,” you fired back, making him chuckle.

“I’ll have to tutor you sometime,” he shrugged.

“If you could find time in your busy schedule, I would be so honored,” you pretended to swoon, his eyes narrowing but a smirk played on his plump lips.

“You wanna chill here the rest of the night?” he asked, his thumb rubbing circles absentmindedly on your hand. You gave him a soft smile and nodded, loving the atmosphere of the empty bar more than any packed party.

“On one condition,” he stated.

“Yeah?”

“You have to come to the rest of my soccer games this season,” he gave you a shy smile.

“I wouldn’t dream of missing them.”

Something shifted in the expression on Calum’s face, and before you knew it, he was leaning in closer to you. Your eyes fluttered shut as he pressed his soft lips to yours, his hands coming up to hold your face. It was a soft kiss, nothing rushed or sensual about it, but it was perfect.

He pulled away, and if everything in the bar wasn’t already washed in a red glow, you would’ve sworn that his cheeks were tinted pink. You gave him a reassuring smile, leaning back to kiss his cheek as Mickie appeared from the back.

“Hey, Cal,” she greeted him, your eyes widening.

“What? He’s amazing at the piano, and a killer bassist,” she shrugs, making you giggle and Calum laugh. You made a mental note to ask when his next gig was so you could go to all of those as well.

You were typically a homebody, but with Calum, you could feel that all beginning to change. And you had no complaints, thankful for the cliché that seemed to work out in your favor just like in the books that lined the walls.

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lisbonsteresa · 6 years

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Just Like Titanic, Only No One Dies

Hey, remember like a year ago when I said I wanted to do a chelenor Legally Blonde AU? No? Well here you go anyway.

This boutique was one of the nicest in Phoenix. It was the kind of place where sales attendants followed you around to ask if you needed something every five minutes; where the music alternated between soft indie covers of classic rock songs and softer jazz covers of the songs currently on the radio; a place that claimed children were ‘always welcome’ but never carried anything even slightly for kids other than a table of adult coloring books with a standee sign next to it: ‘for display only’.

Bearing all of this in mind, Eleanor Shellstrop was fairly certain that the women working on this particular Thursday afternoon did not appreciate her shouting “Are you bitches ready?!” while she threw open the fitting room door.

(Luckily, she was also fairly certain that she didn’t care.)

“It’s perfect, right?” she asked the two women lounging in the waiting area of the fitting room, giving a little spin before turning back to the mirror to admire her selection.

“Mhmm, I dunno babe,” Madison began, finally pushing her ‘three-vodka-cranberries-too-many-last-night-now-daytime-hurts’ sunglasses to the top of her head to take a proper look. “Is white really the best way to go? I mean, Chris isn’t a….super genius, but that might be too obvious for even him to miss.”

Her comment drew a loud snort of laughter from Brittany, who was studying Eleanor’s outfit while sprawled across the plush white couch, her head resting in Madison’s lap. “Plus like….sleeves? Long sleeves?” her nose scrunched up in distaste. “Don’t you maybe want to try something a little more fun? Maybe sleeveless, and tighter, oh and a little bit shorter too.”

“She’s getting proposed to, not partying at a strip club Britt.”

Brittany tilted her head to look up at Madison, mock-offended. “Hey I was proposed to at a strip club once! It was very romantic.”

“Yeah, I know.” Madison responded, rolling her eyes even as her lips curled into a soft smile “I was the one proposing.”

“No I’m fine, thanks so much for asking!” Eleanor snarled as she spun on her heel and stomped back to the dressing room, slamming the door loudly enough to draw the disapproving eyes of every employee - and most of the customers - in the store.

Brittany groaned, sitting up and digging through her purse. “Oh my god you seriously need to chill out. I know I’ve got some Xanax in here somewhere….”

“I’ll take one.” Madison said before calling out in the direction of the closed fitting room door: “Besides, you’ve got nothing to worry about – Chris is nutso for you, plus you’ve looked smoking hot in everything you’ve tried on.”

“I still can’t believe that in a few hours you’re gonna be the future ‘Mrs. Chris Baker’”. Brittany’s voice sounded dreamy as she paused her search, likely already picturing the Save the Date cards. “Do you think you guys’ll have an open bar at the reception?”

“With all that Baker money, they better.” Madison grumbled, leaning forward and in one swift motion grabbing Brittany’s purse from her, fishing out a small pill, swallowing it, and dropping the bag back onto the seat between them.

There was a huff from behind the fitting room door before it cracked open and Eleanor’s annoyed face poked out. “There isn’t going to be a wedding at all if you asshats don’t help me decide on a dress!”

“Excuse me,” came a bright, perky voice to her left.

“JES-eez louise, you scared me lady!” Eleanor was suddenly very thankful she was still behind the fitting room door - it hid how high she had jumped at the sales attendant’s greeting from Brittany and Madison.

“Oh I’m terribly sorry for the scare.” the woman continued - her tone suggesting she was nothing of the sort - “But I couldn’t help but overhear the conversation you ladies were having, and I thought I might give you another option”.

The look on the woman’s face reminded her of a schoolteacher trying to bribe a problem student into behaving, but Eleanor had to admit the dress she was holding was gorgeous. It looked short (but not short enough to risk any wardrobe malfunctions), tight (but not clingy), and bright, bright red. “Well I guess it wouldn’t kill me to try it. Thanks…..”

“Courtney.” the woman supplied cheerily.

Eleanor bit her lip to stop her natural impulse to mockingly repeat ‘Courtney’ and instead took the dress from her hand with what she hoped passed as a smile. After a moment or two of shuffling noises and the sound of a zipper being pulled up, the fitting room door burst open again and Eleanor stepped out, looking slightly shocked. “Guys….holy shit.”

Courtney’s smile dropped slightly.

Madison and Brittany’s mouths fell open. “Holy shit.”

Courtney looked pained. “I hope that…..language means you like it”. she said, her voice weary.

“It’s perfect!” Brittany exclaimed.

“Damn, if Chris doesn’t propose, I will”. Madison agreed, still staring at Eleanor. “Not really” she murmured to Brittany.

“….it’s a front runner.” Eleanor sniffed, hoping she seemed as unaffected as she was trying to appear.

Courtney - who had apparently remembered her commission goal - bounced up and down and clapped her hands. “Oh I’m so delighted! And of course it comes with the Friends and Family Discount!” Seeing the confusion on the other’s faces, she leaned in close and whispered conspiratorially to Eleanor “Any ‘friend’ of the Baker family is a friend of ours”.

“Right…..” Eleanor trailed off. She really didn’t like the way this woman was looking at her, like she had suddenly become a hot commodity. Of course now that she had connections to the ‘right’ people, she deserved Courtney’s full attention. Now that she might have money, she was worth the time and effort. God, what bull.

“So with the discount added on, the total comes to only…..$784.” Courtney continued cheerily. “And just so you know, we take cash, check, and any major credit card….even American Express”.

Eleanor resisted the urge to roll her eyes and plastered a grin on her face. “Wow, that is just amazing Courtney”. This time she didn’t try to hide the nasal, mocking tone in her voice. “But I think someone over there really needs you attention”.

Courtney turned to look in the direction Eleanor was pointing and found that there actually was an older woman waving at her from the register. “Oh, I, um,” she dithered, clearly not wanting to lose the sales momentum she had built up, “I will just run over and see what Melissa needs. You take this time to think over your choice – I’ll be back before you know it. With drinks! Champagne for everyone, yeah?” she looked anxiously from one girl to another, the bright smile still fixed on her face before turning and dashing away.

The moment she left the smile fell away from Eleanor’s lips. “Oh, so now that you’ve got a rich boyfriend, suddenly we deserve champagne and sweet talk service, huh?” Madison muttered, dropping back down onto the couch with a huff.

“Boy is she gonna be surprised when you tell her the most you’ve got to spend is sixty bucks” Brittany chuckled as she settled back down next to Madison.

“I don’t know,” Eleanor could feel the corners of her mouth curving up again, although this time it was most definitely in a smirk. “maybe there’s another kind of discount we can work out”.

Both Madison and Brittany perked up, sharing a knowing look before focusing on Eleanor. “A discount of the five-finger variety, maybe?” Brittany asked with a grin.

“Just follow my lead.” Eleanor instructed as she stepped back into the fitting room. A moment later, she reemerged in her jeans and sweatshirt (which looked slightly less baggy than it had when she first arrived). Her friends stood up from the couch and started to move with her towards the exit.

“No security clips?” Madison whispered.

“None. I even double-checked”.

“Tags?” Brittany asked.

“Pulled them off, threw them in the corner”.

Satisfied, both girls nodded and pulled out their phones, trying to appear as casual as possible. “Courtney!” Eleanor called over to the sales woman still deep in conversation with her coworker. “I’ve decided I really just need a little more time to think, but I left the dress in the fitting room for you – thanks!”

Courtney looked more than a little put out and started moving towards her, but Eleanor turned and continued towards the door, cutting off any further conversation. “Almost there girls,” she murmured “just keep walking, nice and casual”.

“Excuse me, miss?” a voice floated out from the fitting room area. “There’s no dress in here…..”

“Ok, now run!” Eleanor exclaimed as, ignoring the shouts of the sales women and sounds of footsteps following them, the three of them ran, laughing and whooping, out of the store and into the bright sunshine.

#ahhh i kind of hate this #but it's done so it's getting posted because i need validation to live #the good place #my fic

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echoes-of-realities · 6 years

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we are bound to each other’s hearts (this love is like a wildfire)

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Set I, Set II, Set III, Follow Up

Notes: Based on this video! Also, you can thank @thewafflewhat for this fic because my ideas were bone dry before she sent me this idea.

Here’s Part 2 and Set II of the questions! Part 3 is coming either later today or early tomorrow!

Title from "Wildfire" by Seafret.

Summary: “In 1997, psychologist Arthur Aron conducted an experiment to see if strangers could fall in love. Single volunteers were arranged into pairs. They were asked to work through 36 questions and then stare into each other’s eyes for four minutes. Aron’s experiment worked. Six months later two of his participants were married.”

It’s Mercedes who convinces her to sign up for the research project, some revision of an old psychology experiment from the nineties.

In the end, Santana only does it so she can shut Mercedes up, and because she could use the money. She doesn’t really expect anything to come of it, which is probably why it works out like it does.

[Read from the start on ao3]

Set II

“If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself,” Brittany reads from the card, “your life, the future, or anything else, what would you want to know?”

“Uh,” Santana says, “They’re really not playing around with this set, are they?” Brittany laughs a little and shakes her head in agreement. “Um, maybe, that, uh, I dunno? I guess I’d want to know that I’ll end up with someone eventually, that I’ll fall in love and get married and do all that sappy shit.”

“Why?” Brittany asks softly.

Santana blinks and manages a small smile. She hadn’t really expected to be prodded more, but she finds it more endearing than annoying when blue eyes are watching her so carefully. “I dunno, doesn’t everyone want to know that? That there’s someone out there for you? That if you’re patient enough, all your waiting and wondering will pay off.”

“I guess you’re right,” Brittany concedes.

“Don’t you want to know that too?” Santana asks.

Brittany hesitates and shrugs a little, her eyes darting across the room before landing on Santana’s, bright and steady. “I mean, a little, but I mostly want to know that I won’t be stuck in some dumb office job for the rest of my life.” Santana finds herself leaning on her elbows so she’s closer to Brittany, and she’s about to pull away and lean back in her chair because she still feels a little weird about how comfortable she already is around Brittany, when she realizes Brittany is leaning just as far in as she is. “I kind of want to keep the whole soulmate thing a surprise.”

Santana blinks and smiles a little at Brittany, watching light pink bloom across pale skin in awe. “You believe in soulmates?”

Brittany takes a deep breath and glances away, her eyes catching Santana’s under her lashes barely a second later. “I’d like to,” she says, “I’d really like to.”

Santana swallows thickly as she reaches for the next cue card, finding that the air has become much more charged before. Her fingers shake a little and she chides herself for the hope blooming in her chest, but as she’s learning during this whole experiment, it’s hard to control her involuntary reactions to Brittany. “Is there something that you’ve dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven’t you done it?”

“I want to go skydiving,” Brittany says automatically.

Santana laughs at her quick answer. “You know, I can see that. Why haven’t you?”

Brittany’s expression turns a little sheepish and a little bashful. “I’m scared of heights.” Santana can’t help the bark of laughter that escapes her, and she doesn’t feel bad about it when Brittany gives a small giggle too. “Yeah, yeah, I know. But I’ve always wanted to be able to fly, and skydiving is basically the closest you can get without growing wings or using an airplane.”

Santana grins and her eyes catch and hold on Brittany’s for a long moment before she blinks out of her daze and glances down at the card in her hands. “I think. Um. I’ve always wanted to learn another instrument. Like I can play guitar pretty decently, and I know a tiny bit of piano, but I’ve always wanted to know how to play something else.”

“What instrument?” Brittany prompts, grinning when Santana starts to protest. “You’ve obviously thought about this before. You know what instrument.”

“Honestly?” Santana asks reluctantly. Brittany nods eagerly. “It’s super nerdy, but I’ve always wanted to learn how to play the cello.”

Brittany’s grin softens until it’s that tiny, thin lipped smile, like Brittany’s eating something sweet. “That’d be really cool.”

Santana rolls her eyes a little and pretends she’s not as happy to hear that as she is as she tosses the card onto the discard pile. “Your turn.”

Brittany giggles as she grabs the one, her eyes darting over the writing to read it quickly to herself before she reads it out loud. Santana’s noticed it every time she does it, and it’s very endearing and makes something flutter deep in her chest. “What is the greatest accomplishment of your life?”

“Coming out to my mom,” Santana answers without hesitating. “It took me— It took me forever to work up the courage, and in the end I kind of only did it at that time because outside things forced me to, but that was one of the bravest things I’ve ever done.”

“You should be proud of that,” Brittany agrees, her eyes steady on Santana’s and the softest smile playing at her lips. “I was never really in the closet, my mom said I’ve been chasing girls and boys since I was in diapers,” Santana laughs at the image that evokes, and Brittany’s tiny smiles splits into a grin in response, “but I have a couple friends who really struggled with it, so I know how far most people usually come before they’re ready to come out.”

“Oh yeah that’s so true, but also,” Santana laughs a little at the memory, “The best part for me was that my mom’s known I was gay since I was, like, seven and she was just waiting for me to catch up.”

“There’s another thing we have in common,” Brittany offers, and her eyes are catlike and teasing again, “We been chasin’ pretty girls since we’s just young’uns.”

Santana laughs again, this time at the accent Brittany’s adopted, and her there’s a small ache in the hinge of her jaw from laughing so much. She can’t remember the last time she was this relaxed and at ease with someone (Mercedes aside), especially with someone she essentially just met; she’s been so focused on papers and group projects and midterms lately that she hadn’t even realized her social life falling to the side. She’ll really have to thank Mercedes later, not only has she met what is perhaps the prettiest girl in the world, but she’s also felt stress and tension ease out of her back over the course of the last forty-ish minutes, and Santana’s pretty sure it’s mostly thanks to Brittany.

“Anyways,” Brittany says, making Santana laugh harder at the way Brittany’s face falls into seriousness just as quickly as it had become goofy. There’s still amusement dancing in Brittany’s cat-eyes, and Santana knows that Brittany is fighting to control her delight as much as Santana is fighting to control her giggles. “My greatest accomplishment is probably,” she trails off as she waits for Santana to compose herself, sending tiny, almost fond smiles at Santana when she finally manages to sit back up properly. “My greatest accomplishment is probably getting that scholarship to Columbia,” Brittany finally admits shyly, and Santana sobers up quickly. “No one in my town really thought I’d ever make it out, least of all me, so when I got that call I was over the moon.”

“That’s incredible, Brittany,” Santana offers earnestly, “I don’t know anyone smart enough to get a full ride for math. Like everyone and their dog gets athletic scholarships these days, but you must be a genius or something.”

Santana doesn’t really get it, because at the word genius Brittany flushes darker red than she’s seen today and ducks her head, scrambling for her water bottle and cracking the lid for the first time and taking a gulp of water. Santana reaches for the next card but keeps her eyes on Brittany. “You okay?” she murmurs when Brittany doesn’t meet her eyes.

Brittany shakes her head a little and gives Santana a smile so full of wonder that Santana’s breath catches somewhere in her chest. “I’m perfect. It’s just— Um, not many people have ever called me a genius before so— It just kind of— Gets me. I guess.”

Santana swallows and fingers the card in her hands, never taking her eyes off of Brittany. “I get that,” she whispers, “But you shouldn’t be so shocked. You got a full ride to Columbia. An Ivy League school. You’re smart, Brittany. Obviously really, really smart.”

Brittany meets Santana’s eyes and there’s a long moment of charged silence before she smiles a little and nods, ducking her head under Santana’s dark gaze. Santana swallows and looks down at the card in her hand, giving Brittany a moment before she reads the next question. “What do you value most in a friendship?”

Brittany coughs a little, and Santana’s eyes are drawn to the way Brittany’s throat works as she swallows before darting back to her blue eyes. “Um, the ability to be comfortable with them, I think. Like being able to laugh and cry and then laugh again all in one conversation is really important to me. So understanding? I think.” Brittany nods decisively and glances back up at Santana. “I value understanding the most. What about you?”

“Loyalty,” Santana answers easily. “I need to know someone’s got my back to be friends with them because I’ve been burnt by that in the past. I need to know that I can trust them. But I also value someone being able to be honest with me and call me on my shit sometimes,” Santana adds sheepishly.

Brittany chuckles and reaches for the next card. “What is your most treasured memory?”

“Um, probably,” Santana starts, and then pauses when her mind goes blank. “Geez, I dunno. That one’s hard.”

“Yeah,” Brittany agrees, absently rereading the question. “It’s so broad. Maybe just describe a treasured memory instead?”

“Um. I guess. Maybe the day Mercedes and I got the keys to our apartment?” Santana suggests slowly. “It was the first time either of us were away from home, and we got this tiny, kinda sketchy apartment and one of the stove elements doesn’t light and the heat goes out every couple of weeks, but it was ours, you know?”

Brittany nods and smiles. “I’ve been in the dorms all four years because of my scholarship, but it’s mine so I get that. Mine’s probably,” Brittany trails off and traces the edge of the card. “Um, this is harder than I thought.” Santana giggles and patiently waits. Brittany’s expressions are adorable when she’s thinking. Her brow draws low over catlike blue eyes, and her mouth twists back and forth between a pout and lips pressed thinly together. Santana’s not quite sure how this much adorable is contained in one person, but it makes the best kind of nerves flutter in Santana’s stomach. “I guess,” Brittany finally manages, “it’s probably back when I was in middle school. My parents were going through a rough spot in their marriage when I was, like, twelve, I think? My sister was about four, so, yeah, I was twelve. Anyways, our parents didn’t want us around while they were fighting, so our aunt and uncle came and took us to Chicago for the weekend and we had so much fun. My aunt grew up in Chicago so she knew the city really well and took us to so many cool places, and we both forgot our parents were ever fighting.”

“That’s really cute,” Santana says. Brittany flushes and smiles as Santana reaches for the next card. “What’s your most terrible memory? Geez, some of these are fun and then there’s ones like this.”

Brittany laughs a little then grows small and solemn, chewing on her lip again. “Um, probably. One of my friends from high school was in a really bad car accident in our senior year.” Brittany’s eyes slide past Santana’s head and fix on something past her shoulder; Santana knows if she turns she won’t see anything, but she can tell Brittany’s can see ever single moment of that memory in the air behind Santana. “She, uh, she was in a coma for a while and then in a wheelchair for almost the entire rest of the school year.”

“That’s awful, Britt,” Santana murmurs.

Brittany shrugs a little and her eyes dart back to Santana’s and she seems comes back into herself again. “She’s still alive, and that’s all that really matters. And she was able to walk across the grad stage, so at the time it was really scary, but now it just makes me thankful she’s still here. Anyways,” she says, clearing her throat a little, “What’s yours?”

“Oh that’s easy,” Santana says, hoping that her answer will give Brittany a couple minutes to compose herself, “Being outed to most of north-west Ohio in a campaign ad.”

“What?” Brittany hisses.

Santana shrugs. “I was a cheerleader in high school and I— I wasn’t always very nice about it, so I made a couple enemies by my senior year. And I was outed in the hallway and some kid overheard and told their uncle who was running for congress or something. That’s why— That’s why I had to come out when I did. And why I have to keep coming out to my abuela, because she has a bunch of movies PVR’d from back then and that stupid ad is in the commercial breaks of almost all of them.”

“That’s such a gross invasion of privacy,” Brittany snarls, and Santana blinks at the pure outrage on her face, at the bright rage in her blue eyes. “I can’t believe anyone would do that to anyone, especially a minor.”

Santana smiles sadly. “Yeah, I’ve never seen my mom so mad before. She got it taken down within the week but— You know, the damage had already been done.”

“That’s just— I’m so—” Brittany takes a deep breath through her nose and meets Santana’s eyes. “That really fucking sucks.”

Santana barks a surprised laugh and it seems to ease the tension in Brittany’s expression because she softens a little. “Yeah it does. But it’s whatever now.”

Brittany studies Santana’s face for a long moment before she reaches for the next card. “If you knew that in one year you would die suddenly,” she reads, “would you change anything about the way you are now living? Why?”

Santana smiles. “I would say screw it and become a musician. Even if I didn’t make it big and lost all my money, what’s there to lose? If I was out of a home I’d at least still have music in my life, you know?” Brittany nods, and there’s something bright and warm in her eyes that makes Santana’s cheeks warm. “What about you?” she asks quickly.

“I don’t know if I would change anything,” Brittany says thoughtfully. “There’s nothing in my life that I’m really unhappy with. Maybe I’d look for love or something, but if I’m going to die in a year I don’t know if I’d want to put anyone in that position.” She reaches for the next card. “How close and warm is your family? Do you feel your childhood was happier than most other people’s?”

“I’m really close with my mom, and my aunt, my mom’s sister. But other than that I’m not that close with anyone else, not since—” Santana cuts herself off. She doesn’t often tell people about the ad, aside from Mercedes because she was there, none of her current friends know anything about the ad, but she just told Brittany about it, and something tells her Brittany is different than her college friends, so she takes a deep breath and braces herself. “Not since that ad. I used to practically live with my abuela because my mom was working so much after she left my father, but she more or less disowned me unless I became ‘not gay’ or whatever, so. I dunno. My childhood was a little sadder I guess with my father being so distant while my parents were married, and now we’ve been estranged for almost five years. And there’s the whole internal homophobia thing, and my father’s family were super homophobic too, so that didn’t help. But all things considered, I was pretty happy. And my mom and me are still closer than most are I think.” Brittany’s eyes are bright and steady on hers, and Santana finds it momentarily hard to concentrate. “It’s always just been me and my mom,” Santana finishes lamely, but Brittany is still bright and earnest and Santana gives her a small smile. “What about your family?”

“I’m pretty close with my family, especially my sister, even though she’s only thirteen right now and has turned into the most obnoxious teenager. And my childhood was pretty happy. Basically everyone in my family were all chill with me being bi. Except for my Uncle Tom, but everyone has an Uncle Tom in their family.”

Santana laughs. “The one who always says questionable things at thanksgiving and wonders when you’ll finally bring a boyfriend home as if that’s the most important thing in your future.”

“And his Facebook posts are always aggressively conservative!” Brittany agrees. “And passively racist and sexist and homophobic!”

“That’s the one!”

“There’s one in every family, sire,” Brittany teases in a haughty accent.

Santana giggles but manages to get out the “Two in mine, actually” before they both burst into giggles.

Brittany’s smile is bright and warm and it makes that fluttery thing spasm deep in Santana’s chest. “Anyway,” Brittany continues, “I’m pretty close with my mom, but, um. Like, I love her and I know she loves me, but sometimes she doesn’t really get me, you know. I’m a lot more like my dad. Even though he’s really my step-dad.”

“Step-dad?” Santana asks before she can stop herself.

“It’s,” Brittany trails off before settling on, “messy. It’s one of the reasons my parents went through that rough patch.”

Santana nods and offers Brittany a small smile. “Well it’s good that you’re so close with him then,” Santana offers and reaches for the next card when the door swings open and Santana jumps again, just like last time, and Brittany giggles again, just like last time, but somehow it’s even warmer than before.

“It’s been half an hour,” the researcher says, already starting to close the door, “Time to move on to set three.”

“Jesus,” Santana mutters, tossing the card in her hand onto the pile. “I thought we were doing better for time this time.”

Brittany thumbs through the remaining cards. “There’s four left. Man we really slowed down this time.”

Santana bites her lip and gives Brittany a shy smile. “That’s true, but I kinda like it. It gives us more time to talk about the questions we did get to,” she mumbles.

Brittany’s smile deepens and pink blooms across her cheeks. “I like talking to you,” she admits quietly. “You make me feel like— Like a girl again, I guess. Like my body wakes up.”

Santana grows shy and bashful and fidgets with her hands, and that blooming warmth grows and grows until she feels less like she’s falling and more like she’s waiting for someone to catch her. “I know what you mean,” Santana agrees softly, and her heart leaps in her chest at the sparkle of something unnameable in Brittany’s eyes. “I’m usually pretty guarded but it’s— It’s really easy to open up to you and not feel scared you’re going to, like, turn on me. So. I get it.”

Brittany holds her gaze, bright and warm and blue, and Santana feels her cheeks heat up, but doesn’t feel the need to look away this time, even as she’s reaching for the first card of set three.

#brittana #brittany pierce #santana lopez #glee #brittana fanfiction #glee fanfiction #my writing #story: we are bound to each other's hearts (this love is like a wildfire)#the questions are starting to get Deeper lmao #most of the set iii answers are finished but they're Hard #thewafflewhat

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Getting back to Happys you took off your makeup and clothes, getting into one of Happys shirts. You packed your work bag with your camera and laptop. Packing an era pair of clothes just incase. You double checked the door was locked and you and Kozy fell asleep

Happy walked in at 4AM. He looked at the bed to see it was empty and he hurd the shower. He opened the door seeing your shadow washing yourself. “Hey babe.” You screamed dropping your shampoo bottle. Opening the curtain you seen Happy standing there smirking. “Before you say anything about the lipstick on my shirt, I pushed her away right away.” You looked at his shirt seeing an ugly pink lipstick mark close to his neck. You where 100% sure he was telling the truth but you still felt uneasy about it. You simply nodded getting back into the shower. Happy was sure you would fight with him on it. That you would call him all the names in the book like last time.

“For the last time they didn’t know we where together!” Happy sighed sitting on his couch. “And I am just suppose to believe that? We have been dating for two fucking weeks.” You looked at the red lipstick on his shirt. “You smell like a fucking whore house.” You threw a pillow at him walking away towards the front door. Happy ran after you grabbing your hand, twirling you around. He pressed you to the wall, holding your hands above your head so he would not get hit. “The guys noticed I had not been sleeping with anyone. They told one of the crows to make a move on me. I kept pushing her away, but she kept advancing. I am not sure if one of the guys paid her or what..” you looked into his eyes. Trying to see if he was lying. Looking for obvious signs like eyes darting side to side or his pupils dilating. “I swear to you. Do you honestly think I would do anything. Your brother would have my head and dick on a silver platter. He is not particularly happy that we are together!” you nodded knowing it was true. “Well.. go get undressed and take a shower. I do not want to keep smelling slut all over you..” you pushed him away heading to the couch. Before he could get too far away, you grabbed his arm slapping him across the face. He looked at you stunned. “I will kick your ass if you do cheat..” Happy nodded rubbing his cheek. “Damn your scary..” he laughed slightly walking to his restroom.

After finishing your shower, getting out you dried you hair and brushed it out. Putting into a high bun. You slid a rhinestone head band on your head and slid on a grey pencil skirt and black top tucked in. Quickly you put on some smoky eye makeup and red lipstick. It had been awhile since you felt like yourself. Grabbing your things, Happy appeared in sweat pants with no shirt. “Be safe..” He kissed your head. “You too.” You looked to Kozy. “Lets go hunny.” Kozy got up jumping on the hardwood floor. He brushed against Happy, so he would pet him good bye.

Packing up your Jeep you got in. Happy waved to you from the door. “Put on a shirt. I don’t need to come back and commit murder for all these sluts looking at you.” Happy chuckled blowing you a kiss and a wink. Doing the same, you backed out and headed to the coffee shop.

Later that day.

“Where is Y/N?” Juice asked as he tightened the bolt under the truck. Happy holding up a canaster while he did it. “She had to help Craig open his new shop in Lodi. “Oh yeah, Brittany and Lily talked about that.” Juice smiled thinking about his girlfriend. “How are things going with you two?” Juice looked at Happy surprised since he rarely talked about much. “Really good!” Nodding he finished everything. “I’m surprised you didn’t have The Grim Bastards look over her.” “I tried. Turns out she knows them and refused to allow it.” Juice laughed a bit. “She is stubborn that one.” Happy smiled thinking about you. “Holy shit.. you smiled.” Happy rolled his eyes as they walked to go have lunch.

You: “Hey hunny how is work going?”

Happy: “Good. How is the opening?”

You: “Good, I am exhausted. Took over a few thousand pictures. He already has a lot of business which is good. His wife is here and his kid is helping so it makes it a little easier.”

Happy: “Ok baby. Come home soon. I miss you.”

You: “I have been gone for literally eight hours. I miss you too though. Bye sweety.”

Happy: “I love you y/n.”

You: “Love you too babe.”

Putting your phone back in your skirt pocket you walked to the front of the store. You talked to people, smiling and nodding. You where exhausted that was for sure. Hearing motorcycles you looked up. “Mayans..” you whispered to yourself. There was three of them. Alverez knew you slightly from a business deal a long time ago. Craig looked out the window watching you study them. “Will they be an issue?” he asked slightly scared. “No. Let me handle this.” Alverez walked into the store with a slight smile on his face. Lifting his shades his eyes landed on you and Craig. “Y/N. Como estas?” “Bien y’tu?” Alverez smiled remembering your old conversations. He respected you to highlevels. He knew how loyal you where to SOA. So when they made a pact with the northern charter, Donut asked you to help Alverez. “Y/N, We just came for some coffee.” You nodded to him. He grabbed your hand gently kissing the top. “Craig, this is Alverez.” Craig shook his hand. “How is business so far?” “Good. Soft opening in the morning then picked up.” You spoke before Craig. He nodded to him. “What is good here y/n?” you walked over with the three to the menu pointing somethings out. “I like the iced latte with an extra shot of espresso.” Alverez nodded ordering that.

Happy, Kozik and Jax pulled up to the coffee shop seeing indeed that Mayans where there. “Why are they here..? Oakland is over an hour away..” Happy whispered. “Unsure.. if we go in their though.. y/n will tear us a new one for making sure she is ok. Remember she helped Tacoma with the Mayans.” They watched as you laughed with men, all of you drinking coffee. Happy clenched his fists watching the other two bikers look you up and down. “Brother.. now is not the time.”

You: “Instead of spying on me, just come in and say hello.”

Happy, Jax, Kozik all looked at their phones.

“Guess we’re caught..” Jax laughed a bit. “She always has a fucking back up plan.” Kozik sighed a bit.

Walking into the the coffee shop you seen Alverez go stiff. “They where here to make sure nothing goes wrong.” He nodded to you, shaking Jaxs, Kozik and Happys hand. “I am sorry.” Kozik mouthed to you. You nodded sighing walking back to talk to other customers. Craig came up to you. “Is this turning into a biker party?” “No.. sorry. SOA is just being protective.” He nodded with a smile. “I don’t care! More the merrier!” nodding you grabbed your camera and walked around taking more photos. Constantly you eyed the club members making sure they are ok and getting along. Happy watched as you talked to customers, taking photos and chatting everyone up. It really was amazing what you could do socially.

Hours passed and the club members went to a local bar. Everyone else closed the shop. You walked out giving Craig, his wife and son a hug good bye. Walking out you went to your Jeep. Looking across the street you seen Happy yelling at one of the Mayans. Taking your heels off you jogged across the street standing between the two men. “What the fuck is going on here?” Happy pulled you behind him. “He keeps making fucking comments about you. “Aww come on man, just giving her praises.” Happy went to punch him. You grabbed Happys arm, holding him back. “I am not worth starting a feud over. Stop.” “If he wants to egg on the Tacoma Killer that is his prerogative.” You looked back to see Alverez and Jax walk out. The guy rolled his eyes. “Please stop. I’d hate for me to kick your ass.” You sighed looking at the Mayan. “Oh please..” He went to grab your arm and you sighed. “Jax… I am sorry.” Apologizing because you knew this could start trouble if you didn’t handle it delicately. You grabbed the mans arm and twisted it back. Kicking him in the stomach and pushing him back. “Here is the thing.. I would not mess with Happy if I where you… I personally don’t care about the comments because you could never have me. However my old man does not let shit go.” The guy stood up going to hit back. You could tell he was a new patch and tried to prove his worth. Honestly you kind of felt bad for doing this to him. He threw a punch and you caught it, shifting the gravity and locking his foot with yours, you flipped him on his back. Bending down you looked at him. “If your going to fight someone, I suggest you fight a new patch. Not an old lady or high ranking members.” He rubbed the back of his head nodding to you. You extended your hand helping him up, giving you a slight smile. “You are very respectful.” He mumbled to you. “I know what it is like to wanna start shit. I use to all the time when I was first introduced to the club.” Kozik laughed at the comment. “You have no clue..” he backed your story up. Happy looked at him slightly confused.

Kozik walked into the club seeing you sit on a stool, swinging your legs as you sipped on your coffee. He looked on the ground to see two croweaters on the ground knocked out. He seen your lip bleeding and walked over to you. “What the fuck… happened?” he turned around seeing an obvious fight went down. “She talked shit…” He looked at the girl you nodded too. “What about the other one.” He nodded to her next. “She was talking shit aswell.” The door opened and shut, both of you looking to see who entered. Donut looked at the two on the ground and laughed slightly. “So that is what the commotion is about. Y/N… you gotta quit hurting these crows. They talk shit that is what they do.” You jumped off the stool. “Then they can talk shit away from me.” Smirking he nodded walking to Kozik. “They talk shit about you.. mostly on how you fucked them in front of your sister. She does not react kindly to that.” Kozik looked at the crows on the floor. “I would not touch them with a ten-foot pole.” “They also say you two are not brother and sister. That you are secretly dating.” Kozik made a nauseous face. “They don’t know shit. We grew up together. It has always been her and I. Family.” Donut nodded watching as you picked up a few empty beer bottles. “She can hold her own. That is for sure.” “Yeah, you should see her shoot a gun.” Kozik commented back. “Scared to actually.” Donut shrugged.

“Babe you ok?” Happy asked thinking you might have hurt a muscle. You where staring at the café from across the street. You looked at the parking lot and seen everyone was gone. “Someone is in the café…” Happy looked to where you glancing and seen the shadow. “Craig?” “He left a bit ago.. so did everyone else..” you jogged across the street, pulling your gun from your skirt. Craig gave you a key just incase you needed to get in for marketing reasons. Texting Craig you let him know what was going on. He agreed to let you go in. The alarm system was not up yet since they where having issues with it hooking to the doors. Opening the door you quietly went in. Unlocking it you silently snuck in. Happy, Jax, Kozik and Alverez behind you. You took the safety off your Glock and went around the corner. You seen the figure in the dark. “Hands above your head!” the figure dropped whatever they where doing. You seen him pull a gun. For some reason, your instinct was to tackle him. You did wrestling him to the ground grabbing his gun. The lights went on and you seen who it was. It was a teenager from earlier that day. “Jon!” Alverez said walking over. He smacked the kid across the face. “What do you think your doing?” you looked at him confused. “Did Mayans have anything to do with this?” You stood toe to toe with Alverez. “No Y/N.. This dumbass kid is my brothers. Kid is a thief!” you nodded grabbing the kid by the ear, dragging him to the back of house. Happy snickered as he watched you act like his mom use to with him. He slightly wondered if his kid would turn out like him and if you would do this to your son. “Sit down!” the kid sat down staring at Alverez scared. Alverez shrugged to him. “I am not going to stop her.” Grabbing some ice from the ice maker you took two handfuls. “Open your hands!” the boy did and you set the ice in them. “Close them and hold the ice. If you let go of the ice I call the cops. You tell the truth, I let you let go!” He nodded quickly. The burning of the ice was setting in. “How did you get in?” the boy stayed quiet at first. You smirked seeing his hand shake. “Owe.. fuck.. I picked the lock!!” you nodded. “Why?” “Because… I knew he made a lot of money today… I was going to break into the safe..” sighing you rubbed your temples simultaneously. “Well maybe if you where smart you would have fucking noticed, we don’t accept cash right now.” The boys eyes went wide. He thought about the transactions he watched and didn’t remember seeing one cash sale. “Ugh..” Alverez came over smacking him in the face again. “Primo.. you are going to go home and tell your papa what you did.” “Drop the ice.” You spoke after Alverez. The kid did, trying to breath hot air into his hands to make the burning sensation go down. “If I ever see you around here again, I will throw your ass in Juvie.” The boy nodded looking at you scared.

After calling Craig and explaining, he was more then happy that you handled it. He sounded so exhausted. Preparing this for weeks could do that to a person. Getting into the Jeep you and Kozy drove home. Happy and you arriving at the same time. Walking to the door Happy opened it. You smelt a perfume. A very cheap perfume and you stopped dead in your tracks. “Oh fuck no..” you yelled.’

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