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me and you, and you and me, Just us, and a bottle of mead ⇌ kitana

WHO: Kit Stark & Santana Lopez @psusantana

WHERE: Santana's House

WHEN: Friday, September 27th

WHY: Kit takes Santana her mead and gets invited in for a drink.

NOTES: sorta unfinished

Kit Stark

Kit stared at the bag in their passenger seat. The one that contained not only the bottles of mead they told Santana they'd bring, but also a box of chocolates. Chocolates that Kit themself wasn't particularly fond of, but Santana was. They'd tossed them in their grocery order without even thinking. And sure, they could probably find someone else who liked them, but that would be effort they didn't feel like using. So, they'd put it in the bag with the mead and were simply going to hope she didn't notice until they'd made their escape. Wasn't likely, mind you, but they could hope. There was also a letter folded and taped to one of the bottles. Kit had found it in their pocket after therapy, having not come back to the front until well after. It was an exchange between Guardian and Katie, from what Kit could gather, that ended in the approval for getting the shark plush restored, as long as the integrity of its current state was maintained. Katie having been fronting probably explained more about Kit's mental status lately than anything else, because the whole system felt her, but Kit more than anyone else. They'd need to ask how their therapist had gotten her to front, eventually.

With a sigh, they grabbed the bag and climbed out of their car, having been sat in Santana's driveway for maybe a little longer than they should have, and made their way up to her door. They knocked, rocking back on their heels, free hand finding the length of rope closest to the hem of their shirt and running their fingers along it.

santana lopez.

With most of her day having been less hectic than usual, Santana had left the office early and come home to just relax, which was why she was in a crop top and shorts. Once Kit had offered to come over with the mead, she considered changing into something more appropriate but then again, they had seen her in much less so why should she? She knew she was hot and so did everyone else, so she figured Kit wouldn't mind it. She'd been scrolling through social media to pass the time until she heard the knock at the door, and she tossed her phone aside as she hopped up and walked over to peel the door open. Of course they'd show up with a bag full, which was probably both a good and bad thing, but she didn't care either way. "Hey." She stated, deciding not to size them up or glance over their appearance and commenting on it. She was trying to be better about who she judged and called out for one thing or another, and with Kit's current state, Santana wanted to stop giving them hell. A little, anyways.

Widening the door, she motioned for them to come in. "I know you're dumping them off because you have too much, but you're not leaving here without at least keeping me company for one drink." She decided, and she wasn't taking no for an answer, as usual.

Kit Stark

Kit smiled slightly when Santana opened the door. She was dressed comfortable, not that they could blame her. They were personally wearing a slightly oversized shirt and a pair of shorts, just something that would cover the rope they wore under their clothes. They'd used shibari for years as a way to manage anxiety that they ignored they had. So when they'd had the urge to scream, they'd elected to try that again. It had worked, but it had taken infinitely longer to get right because of the deliveries. Had not been their best idea, but they'd managed it.

When she opened the door and motioned for them to come in they simply nodded and did just that. They weren't sure why they didn't argue, but they knew she probably wouldn't take no for an answer. Or maybe they just didn't care that it was probably a bad idea. Whatever the reasoning was, they simply moved into her home, immediately heading towards the kitchen.

santana lopez.

Santana shut the door once they came inside, and while semi-holding her ex hostage for a drink wasn't the worst idea she'd ever had, she was sure that it wasn't very smart either. In fact, it was probably pretty fucking dumb of her to do such a thing, yet she was sure that she had a habit of being dumb around people she felt things for. She wasn't even entirely sure what she felt for Kit these days, but she did know that she wasn't mad about spending time with them. Heading fro the kitchen behind them, she hummed. "Are you Kit right now? Or..you know, who's fronting this time?" She asked curiously, mostly so she knew how to approach whoever she'd have the pleasure (or displeasure) of dealing with for the time being.

Kit Stark

"Kit. Though I think Guardian is lurking." Kit explained as they reached the kitchen, setting the bag on the counter and pulling out a bottle. They'd kept the individual bottles for themself, so just had the larger bottles to give to people. This wasn't the bottle with the note, they'd leave that for her to find. "I grabbed a couple of the more elaborate meads for you, that you either have had and liked or that fit a similar profile. That way I know you're getting the most out of it." Everyone else was bound to just get whatever Kit tossed in a bag for them, but they'd spent time selecting ones that Santana would appreciate, because they knew her taste.

santana lopez.

Raising a brow at that answer, Santana shrugged. "Does that mean something's wrong if Guardian is lurking?" Not that she wasn't opposed to Guardian coming out to play at all, but she'd rather know just how lightly she needed to tread here so she didn't do anything to force Guardian to the front. Watching them pull out a bottle, she was about to ask if she would like this one or not until they took care of explaining it, and she had to duck her head a little to hide the fact that she was blushing now. Although they were on better terms now, she still found herself smitten over the idea of Kit still doing even the little things for her. "You didn't have to do that, Kit." She whined, pulling herself back together before glancing up at them again. "But thank you. I appreciate that. And as much as I would love for you to actually drink this with me, do you want some water? Tea? Soda?"

Kit Stark

"Not necessarily? But given how earlier today went…" Kit shrugged. They still weren't sure what had set off their need to scream, so it could really go any direction. Not that they thought that was why Guardian was lurking, but still. They smirked at the way she ducked her head, how she whined that they didn't need to do that. "Yes I did. You'd have whined at me if I'd given you something you didn't like." They pointed out. "And you're welcome. As for me drinking, while the concern is appreciated, one drink won't kill me." They set the bottle on the counter and went about grabbing glasses for them. "A few of them are better chilled, but they're labeled, the rest are fine, or even better, at room temp."

santana lopez.

"Is everything okay?" Santana questioned, though she wasn't sure that was even an appropriate response. "Sorry, you don't have to..answer that." She quickly corrected, deciding she didn't want to upset them or come off as if she were pushing them to talk about whatever was going on if they didn't want to. When they clarified that she would have whined if they hadn't gone out of their way to pick out ones she liked, she shrugged nonchalantly. "You're not wrong, so thank you for making sure not to disappoint me." She teased. Kit still knowing their way around her kitchen would have made her smile if she hadn't instead started thinking about how she'd once longed to see them back in her space like this. "Yeah, one drink it is." She stated as she started to look through the box, wanting to find the ones that were labeled as needing to be chilled, when she spotted a note, and the chocolates. "Hey Kit, what are these?" She asked as she held them both up.

Kit Stark

"Uh, don't know. The whole wanting to scream thing is still confusing as to where the feelings came from, but presumably there is some kind of reasoning I'm just not privy to." Kit shrugged. They still weren't sure they'd ever figure out that whole thing. Some alters fed into them emotionally more than others. It could just as easily been remnants of whatever happened between Katie and Guardian in therapy for all Kit knew, or something up with Paras. "As if I don't know better." They stuck out their tongue at her teasing. They were in the middle of pouring the drinks when Santana spoke. They bit their lip at seeing what she held up. "The note is from Guardian, and sort of from Katie. The chocolates… dunno, was going through my groceries and I'd bought them." They shrugged, quickly turning back to the task at hand, knowing all too well a faint pink had taken to their cheeks and was quickly making its way up to the tips of their ears.

santana lopez.

Nodding, Santana figured she should drop her line of questioning there since Kit wasn't even sure where the urge to scream came from. As long as they got it out of their system, hopefully anyways, she wasn't going to keep prying. Not about that, anyways. She jokingly rolled her eyes as they stuck their tongue out at her, and she was slowly accepting that them returning to their old banter was just…a habit now. Eyeing the note first, she put it aside again before honing in on the chocolate. "So you were getting your own groceries and somehow, my favorite brand of chocolate just jumped out at you and you had to get them?" Santana asked. "One could say that you doing this meant that you were thinking about me, enough to buy these anyways, and then we knew you'd have to get them to me somehow, so did you just want another excuse to see me?"

Kit Stark

"You act like this was some elaborate plan, but no, it wasn't. And I don't particularly know when I grabbed them, or even if it was me who grabbed them. I disconnect a lot when I'm shopping, which is why I usually order them for delivery but sometimes you just end up in a store anyway." They shrugged. Not that she was wrong about them thinking about her, because they were. In sometimes frustrating amounts, but they weren't necessarily going to admit that to her, at least not sober. There was just some power they didn't need to hand her or she'd become unruly which would, admittedly, only fuel things further for them. "So no, I did not actively plan any of this." They knew the red was only growing brighter on their skin, but they were trying not to focus on that.

santana lopez.

Santana was barely even listening to Kit's explanation as she grabbed the bottle they'd taken out and poured them both a glass. She didn't care how they spun it, what mattered was that they'd been thinking about her enough to purchase the damn chocolate. She never fed into the details much anyways, so her mind only wanted to focus on that part. Letting them speak up again, she noticed the red tint to their flesh and sighed. "I was kidding, Kit." She whined as she held a glass out to them. "But thank you. I've been meaning to go and get some myself and just never have the time, so this is great." She hummed, grabbed in her own glass and taking a sip of it. "But for the record, you can and should think about me all the time."

Kit Stark

Kit rolled their eyes as she whined at them, taking the glass she held out. "Uh huh, sure." They knew she probably hadn't been listening too closely, if at all, she was a brat like that. Which made the reassurance feel like teasing. Not that Kit minded. "You need to take more time for yourself. The little things." They pointed out as they took a sip from their glass, all too aware she probably wouldn't. Kit had been responsible for those things when they'd been dating. The little treats, the reminders to take a little time. They missed that most. Having someone to spoil. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

santana lopez.

Santana drank some more mead from her glass as she tried not to be too much of a brat, though it wasn't exactly something she could control around Kit. She knew how to get things out of them by being a brat, and she liked using it to her advantage sometimes. She did listen to them repeat advice they'd tried to hammer into her more than once, which never stuck, but at least Kit used to go out of their way to try and make it stick anyways. It had been little things like that, simple things to help her be better, that she'd been desperate to have back. "Between work, teaching, and now spending time with my daughter, me time is very limited. Actually, it's almost nonexistent." Santana confessed before she drank some more. "And yes, I would like that. I always like when you're thinking about me."

Kit Stark

"So you inserted me into it?" Kit asked, raising an eyebrow. Were they surprised? No, not at all. Did it make her ridiculous? Yes, yes it did. They shook their head with a click of their tongue and a sip of their drink. "You like when anyone thinks about you." They pointed out, even if they knew that Santana knew, that the way they thought about her was probably different to how most did. There was no denying that.

santana lopez.

"Sorta?" Santana responded, though she wasn't entirely sure it was planned or anything. She'd simply just asked for the mead and hadn't intentionally planned on having them come over tonight, and she hadn't planned on forcing them to stay for a drink either — she sort of just decided that when they arrived. Grinning as another truth was pointed out, she nodded in agreement. "Well yes, I do like being the main thought in someone's brain, but especially yours." She teased, chugging down some more of the mead before she sat the glass back down. "And maybe, just maybe, I miss spending time with you."

Kit Stark

Kit hummed a bit. They didn't think she'd necessarily planned this, but it couldn't entirely be ignored that it was a certain kind of choice on her part. They rolled their eyes. "Of course you do." Though they couldn't help but smile when she said she missed them. "I miss spending time with you too, no maybe about it."

santana lopez.

Santana rolled her own eyes when Kit did it, and while she could have been more of a brat, she decided against it…for now. Luckily that changed once they clearly liked her confessing that she'd missed them. "I know you have a lot going on in your head right now, but if the rest of you agrees with it, we should start spending more time together." She suggested, and while part of her wanted to kick her for suggesting such, it wasn't like she didn't want it. "I promise I won't always be a brat, but then again, you always did like it so maybe I will be one."

Kit Stark

Kit chuckled, leaning against the counter as she spoke. "I don't think there should be much objection to spending time with you, maybe to you being a brat, but not to spending time with you." Not that her being a brat would ever be a deterrence. Kit did like her when she was being bratty. Liked her all the time, really, but especially when she was being a brat.

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