#*santana; dash chat

[romerutherford]

Aren't friends suppose to be supportive? That's true, I recommend that realtor's know fire exits, how to properly use a fire extinguisher and the various ways fire can start in a house. Wow, it must be a lot if you're already trying to slow things down. Is the stuff you have to fill me in on, that you've been seeing the same person for a while and maybe we're entering relationship territory this time?

Rome, stop supporting my theatrics. I'll be there to actually learn something, since I might need it while showing houses. I've done more than enough making out lately anyways, so I should probably slow down. Speaking of, I have stuff to fill you in on.

[prcttylittlethings-a]

rachel berry ↭ santana lopez

rachel: i know that we may be 'roommates' and everything, and i try not to be as high maintenance as you claim, but can you please, please stop changing my ringtone to the donna summer classic 'she works hard for the money' before i go to class, because the fellow nyada students are starting to think that /i'm/ a prostitute now.

[culthcnt]

        ❝... That poor man...❞

[wheresmynaya]

Lost in the Lights Ch.14|Brittana

A/N - Apologies for the wait, finding the time to write isn't as easy as it used to be and the struggle was extra real with this chapter 😅

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

As exhausting as it has been for her to deal with the student body this past week, Brittany’s feeling more amped up than ever as she wakes early Friday morning. Firstly, it marks the end of such a weird week. Secondly, it’s the first Friday she has had off since school started. Thirdly, she and Santana are going on their first date tonight.

Brittany’s got a lot of things going for her today and there isn’t anything that can bring her down from the incredible mood she’s in! She just hopes that the school day goes by as fast as this entire week has.

Brittany’s all smiles as she puts her car in park and looks over to Santana through her passenger side window. When she catches Santana’s eye, Brittany gives the Co-Captain a little wave before reaching over to grab her book bag and hopping out.

“Hey Britt,” Santana greets happily as she gets out of her car too. She ends up doing a double take when she sees that Brittany’s put in a little more effort than usual with her hair and make up today.

Brittany blushes a little as she watches Santana check her out. Fridays are usually the days she wears her jersey and letterman jacket, but since the Titans don’t have a game today she figured she’d spend a little extra time getting ready. After all, it’s kind of a special day.

“Can you be a little less obvious?” Brittany jokes and Santana’s gaze quickly shoots up to meet hers.

“Sorry,” Santana says bashfully, “I’m just – you look really good. I mean, you always look good but even more so today.”

Brittany gives her a shy smile as she tucks her hair behind her ear, “Thanks, Santana.”

Santana returns the expression with her own little grin before she’s sliding her pinky into Brittany’s as if it’s second nature by now. Brittany tries to keep her cool as Santana gives her finger a little squeeze.

“Ready to head inside?” Santana asks casually, “I have to stop by Ms. Pillsbury’s office before class but I can walk with you to our lockers first.”

Brittany can only nod before letting Santana lead the way.

\\

When they go their separate ways, Brittany so wishes she could just bend down and kiss Santana. She knows she could, but she likes where they are and how they’ve been progressing even if it’s a little slow. Santana’s baby steps are more than Brittany could ask for!

As the quarterback enters her first class of the day, she spots Kurt sitting in his usual seat and quickly makes her way over. Her text yesterday to him had gone unanswered so this is the first time she has gotten to speak to him since she found out about what the hockey team did.

“Hey Kurt,” Brittany greets before taking her seat next to him. She’s unsure if she should ask how he is considering he looks like he hasn’t slept all night judging by the bags under his eyes.

“Hello,” He says quietly, “Sorry I didn’t respond to your text yesterday.”

“Don’t be,” Brittany assures him, “How…are you?”

Kurt shrugs before he lets out a sigh, “It wasn’t the first time I’ve been slushied like that. It’s more annoying than anything. I worked so hard on that blazer and it’s completely ruined now.”

“I’m so sorry, Kurt,” Brittany frowns, “I spoke with Rick and some of his guys yesterday so hopefully that’s the last time he slushies anyone. They’re trying to get a rise out of us on purpose, make us throw the game because they know Figgins suspends people for fighting.”

“If they aren’t winning, I guess no one else can either,” Kurt replies as he shakes his head.

“Exactly.”

“I guess there’s one good thing that came out of this though.”

Brittany looks to him curiously, “What?”

“They didn’t slushy me for being gay,” Kurt gives her a weak smile, “They did it because I’m a Titan.”

Brittany watches Kurt’s smile start to grow and it makes hers do the same.

She has watched the dynamic between Kurt and the team strengthen in her time at McKinley, it’s one of the things that she’s most proud of as Team Captain. Although no one should really be slushied for any reason, she knows how important this is for Kurt. Those guys targeted him because he’s apart of this team – which is something he chose to be apart of – not because of something he has no control over like his sexuality.

For someone like Kurt who has grown up with these people and has lived in Lima all his life, that’s big. In a roundabout way, it makes Brittany feel hopeful for Santana too.

Maybe this school really is changing?

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Santana takes her seat before Ms. Pillsbury and tries to keep her nerves in check as best as she can. The guidance counselor is the least intimidating person Santana has ever met, but for some reason she feels a little more on edge than usual as the woman sorts through the paperwork.

“I’m so glad you’ve changed your mind. There are quite a few schools that have their eye on you and I believe you’ll make a great addition to any you chose,” Ms. Pillsbury rambles, “You are an incredible student with perfect grades, nearly perfect attendance and you’re involved in extracurriculars.”

Santana twists her fingers in her lap as she watches Ms. Pillsbury go through the paperwork. She has been working hard on these applications in secret which probably isn’t the best approach considering she has yet to speak to her dad. She just figures that if she gets accepted to some of these schools first that maybe it won’t be so bad when she finally has that conversation with him.

Harvard doesn’t have to be the end all be all? She’ll show him that if these schools accept her.

“Wow, you’ve definitely been busy,” Ms. Pillsbury jokes in attempt to lighten the mood as she flicks through another completed application.

Santana forces a smile and keeps watching. She was the one who asked for this meeting, she was the one who wanted Ms. Pillsbury’s help, so why does she feel so weird now that she’s here? It isn’t until Ms. Pillsbury stops and gives Santana a kind smile that she finally eases up.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Santana?” She asks gently, “You look as though you may have some reservations which is perfectly fine. Harvard is a very prestigious school and – “

“I’m sure,” Santana responds, “I want to do this. I know I’ve been declining looking at any other schools but I’m done with pursuing Harvard.”

“Okay,” Ms. Pillsbury nods albeit a little surprised.

“It’s not what I want anymore,” Santana admits, “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted it really. What I do want are options, ones that I feel are right for me and what I want to do in the future. That’s why I’m doing this.”

“And what is it that you want to do in the future?”

Santana’s shoulders droop, “I just need a little more time figuring that part out.”

Ms. Pillsbury nods, but the silence makes Santana feel as though she needs to explain.

“I have an idea – I think – I just want to be sure first,” Santana explains, “But I am trying to sort it out.”

Ms. Pillsbury smiles, “That’s okay, Santana. You don’t need to have everything figured out all att once.”

“I can still send out these applications without knowing yet, right?” Santana asks, “I don’t want to hang onto them too long and miss deadlines or something.”

“Of course. It’s not uncommon to go undecided or even change majors later on,” Ms. Pillsbury explains, “In the meantime, we’ll send these applications off. If you need any assistance in choosing or if you just want to chat about whatever programs the schools offer my door is always open.”

Santana smiles in return, “Thanks.”

“Not a problem,” Ms. Pillsbury smiles.

Santana bites her lip nervously before adding, “Would you mind keeping this between us?”

Ms. Pillsbury looks to Santana curiously.

“I just – I haven’t spoken to my dad about this yet,” Santana explains, “I know my dad checks in with you to make sure I’m on the right track with Harvard.”

Ms. Pillsbury softens before nodding, “Of course, Santana. This will stay between us.”

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By lunchtime, Brittany’s itching for the school day to finally be over. Her hopes for it to breeze by have been dashed by a pop quiz during her first class and getting assigned super boring book work in her second. The last half of her day is her favorite though and she has a little more pep to her step as she walks with Kurt to their usual table with their lunch.

Only this time, Puck and Finn are lingering there with their lunch trays in hand.

“Everything alright?” Brittany asks them.

“Yeah. We’re cool,” Finn nods as he looks between Brittany and Kurt, “You guys want to sit with us today?”

“Both of us?” Kurt looks a little surprised when Finn nods, “But my friends? I usually sit with them.”

Brittany watches as Kurt looks forlornly to Mercedes and Tina who sit and stare at the Titans with wide eyes. All they’re missing is popcorn with the way they’re watching.

“We know. It’s just,” Finn stumbles on finding the right words.

“This is our way of protecting you and showing those jerk-offs,” Puck says the insult a little louder as he notices Rick and a couple of his guys listening in on the conversation, “That if they want to pick on you they’re going to have to pick on all of us.”

Although his heart is in the right place, Brittany shakes her head at Puck’s words, “No one’s picking on anyone. Like I said at practice yesterday, that’s exactly what they want from us.”

“Well there’s strength in numbers or something, right?” Finn suggests, “If you guys sit with us then it shows how united we are or whatever. We’re more of a team than they’ll ever be.”

Brittany softens, “That we are.”

“Okay, then come sit with us.”

“Look, that’s sweet but I don’t want to leave my friends behind,” Kurt says though, “We shouldn’t have to stay with our cliques to keep from being bullied. I haven’t changed who I am since it stared and I’m not going to do it any time soon.”

Finn and Puck exchange a look before glancing to Brittany for back up.

“It’s his decision,” Brittany shrugs.

“Okay,” Finn nods then he and Puck return to their usual table with the rest of the Titans.

“Well that was unexpected,” Mercedes comments as Kurt and Brittany take a seat.

“Tell me about it,” Kurt chuckles lightly, “Since that day I got slushied, Finn’s been taking this whole Big Brother thing super seriously.”

“That’s kind of nice,” Tina smiles.

Brittany’s just about to agree when one of the lunch monitors yells out, “What do you think you’re doing, Hudson?”

When Brittany and the rest of her friends turn towards the commotion, they find Finn and Puck along with the rest of the Titans lifting their table. It’s maybe ten guys all together and Brittany stares with this dumbfounded look on her face as she watches them carry it across the room.

Santana and Quinn are just entering the cafeteria and have to stop and wait as the Titans carry the table through their path. The Co-Captains look back and forth, trying to connect the dots with equally confused looks on their faces. In fact, everyone in the cafeteria stare in awe as this table moves across the way.

It isn’t until the Titans are just a few feet away from Brittany and her friends that they finally set it back down.

“Sorry,” Finn apologizes to the lunch monitor, “We just wanted to be closer to our teammates.”

The man looks baffled by Finn’s explanation but ends up shaking his head, “Just move it back to where it needs to be by the end of lunch.”

“You got it!” Finn replies happily.

“What are you doing, Finn?” Kurt scolds, “You’re going to get the whole team in trouble.”

“Nah, Mr. Philips is alright,” He shrugs, “Besides, if you don’t want to leave your friends then we’ll just come sit with you instead.”

Brittany can’t believe she’s witnessing this and just smiles proudly as Santana comes around behind her. There’s a soft touch to her shoulder before she’s turning to look up at the brunette.

“I can’t wait to hear the story behind this,” Santana smirks as she nods to the Titans carrying on with their lunch as usual.

“I’m still trying to figure it out,” Brittany chuckles but then she notices Santana lingering behind her twirling the tips of Brittany’s hair around her finger.

“You should curl your hair more often,” Santana says before bending down a little so that she can whisper in Brittany’s ear, “It makes you look super hot.”

Brittany starts to smirk as she tilts her head, “You’re on a roll with the compliments today.”

Santana only gives her a wink before she and Quinn head to the front of the lunch line: Co-Captain perks.  

Brittany watches her go, more importantly the tantalizing sway of her hips in that Cheerios skirt. She really does have the hottest girlfriend ever. As she’s turning back around to finish her lunch, she catches Rick’s eye and the way he glares at her and the Titans makes all the alarm bells in her head start to ring.

She stares him down with that same determined look in her eye as the other day where they clashed in the hall and it’s enough to have him brushing her off…for now. It makes Brittany wonder, maybe it was a good idea that the Titans are all so close together; just like Finn said, there’s strength in numbers…or something.

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By the end of the school day, Brittany’s as eager as ever to get the hell out of there. She and Santana spent all last class working together on their assignments while also ironing out the details of their date later. Brittany narrowed it down to one movie that she thought they’d might like to see – with the help of Mike, Sam and Quinn – and she was so excited about it that she already bought the tickets online.

“Oh. I can pay you back,” Santana had said, “How much was it?”

“Pay me back?” Brittany giggled, “You don’t have to, I’m not that much of a cheap date.”

“At least let me pay for snacks?”

“Nope! It’s all taken care of.”

After a couple more assuring words from Brittany, Santana finally let it go. Instead, she promised that she’d pay for everything on their next date. Brittany was more than happy to agree to that, loving that Santana was already wanting to go out again.

After class let out for the day and they stowed away the books they won’t be needing for the weekend in their lockers, Santana and Brittany feel oddly displaced knowing they don’t have to rush off to get ready for a game. Brittany knows some of the guys on the team are getting together for a quick practice without Coach Beiste which she knows she probably should attend.

“You going to head home?” Santana asks as they linger by their lockers.

Brittany shifts from side to side, “I want to but my inner Team Captain voice is telling me to practice with the guys.”

“Isn’t it meant to be your day off though?”

“Yeah, but it’s less about having to do the work and more about being apart of the team,” Brittany shrugs, “What are you going to do? Our date isn’t for another few hours.”

Santana smiles, “Maybe I’ll go shopping with Quinn. She was saying she wants to get something cute to wear for bowling. Maybe I’ll get something cute to wear too?”

Brittany starts to grin at the possibilities, “And here I was thinking you were just going to wear your Cheerios uniform.”

“I still can,” Santana jokes.

“No, no,” Brittany laughs, “Wear whatever you want. I’m sure you’ll look great in anything.”

“We’ll see,” Santana smirks, “Well, I’ll let you go to practice then.”

“Okay,” Brittany replies, “I’ll pick you up around 6:30?”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Okay cool,” Brittany says then gives a quick look around to check that they’re alone. When she sees that the coast is clear she leans in, “I’m going to kiss you goodbye now.”

Santana only smiles as she closes the distance for a sweet kiss on the lips. It doesn’t last nearly as long as Brittany would’ve liked, but again – progress.

“See you later,” Brittany waves as she starts to head to the gym.

Santana waves goodbye in return, her smitten little smile still on her lips as she does so.

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Turns out, football practice was exactly what Brittany needed to get rid of some of those pent up nerves for tonight. Without Coach Beiste supervising, the Titans were able to have a more casual practice that didn’t leave them feeling completely exhausted. By the end of it, Brittany was running on the adrenaline of a great practice and headed straight home to get ready for her date.

She took her time showering, making sure to scrub off the grass and sweat, before setting off to do her hair. She opted for subtle beach waves again since they seemed to be a hit with Santana at school. While she worked on her make up, she thought about the Co-Captain and wondered what she would be wearing for tonight and if Brittany had anything in her wardrobe that could compare.

She doubted it; the handful of times she has seen Santana in regular clothes, they’ve always been tight skirts and low cut blouses or these cute dresses that seemed to be crafted just to accentuate Santana’s curves. Brittany’s outfits weren’t really like that. Her choices were usually on the more eccentric side but she always seemed to pull off whatever odd combination she threw together as if it were made for the cover of Teen Vogue.

This time wouldn’t be any different. At least, that’s what she hoped for as she raided her closet for an outfit. She tried on this and that and paired that blouse with those trousers or scraped it all and went for overalls until she was satisfied with what she had on.

Then it was off to doing her makeup which she usually wore pretty light but since this was a special occasion, she wanted to do something extra. She spent time on her eyeshadow and lashes and even added a little highlight to the apples of her cheeks. She knew Santana would be looking as great as ever, but she also wanted to make sure that she looked the part too.

“Woah!” Pete gasps from behind Brittany, nearly giving her a heart attack, “Why are you so dressed up?”

“Geez, you scared me!” Brittany chuckles as she does some final touches before spinning to face her brother, “I’m going to the movies with Santana tonight. How do I look?”

Pete squints his eyes and taps at his chin before giving her a thumbs up.

“Awesome! Thanks, Petey.”

“Can I got to the movies too?” Pete wonders as he hops up on her bed.

“Not this time,” Brittany ruffles up his hair, “It’s kind of meant to just be me and Santana.”

“Oh…”

“But we can hang out tomorrow?” Brittany assures him, “I saw a cool documentary I want to show you about sea turtles plus Santana wants to come over and play some Monopoly with us.”

“Really?” Pete asks with wide eyes, “Does she know I’m the world champion of Monopoly?”

Brittany chuckles, “She will after she plays you.”

Pete grins devilishly, “I can’t wait for tomorrow now.”

“Me neither,” Brittany replies before grabbing her bag and heading for the door, “Come on, I have to get going soon. Don’t want to be late, that’s not good date etiquette.”

“Oh, you’re going on a date,” Pete sings the last word playfully before scrunching up his nose, “I definitely don’t wanna go anymore.”

Brittany only laughs as the two of them head downstairs.

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When Brittany arrives to Santana’s house, Santana is already making her way down the driveway while Maribel waves at them. Brittany rolls down her window and returns the greeting with a wave and a Hi Maribel before Santana’s hopping in the passenger side.

“Have you been waiting outside for me?” Brittany asks as Santana buckles in, “I would’ve knocked on the door like a proper date?”

Santana chuckles, “No, my mom just came home and I knew you wouldn’t be that far away judging by your text.”

“Oh okay,” Brittany nods and focuses back on driving.

It’s not until they get out onto the main road that Brittany starts to feel some of those nerves from earlier resurface. It kind of confuses her because she’s been nothing but excited since the moment Santana agreed to doing this, but now that they’re here she can’t help but feel extra giddy.

It’s been awhile since she has gone out on a date like this. The last person she dated had such a busy schedule and it was often hard to plan outings, let alone spend time together. That was ultimately their downfall and Brittany sometimes worries if that could be a problem for her and Santana too.

They’re lucky they have the same lunch block and share a class, but it’s also important to her that they spend time together outside of school as well. She knows it’s a little difficult with them both being involved in a sport but at least they’re off to a good start so far.

“What are you thinking so hard about over?” Santana chuckles.

Brittany glances at her from the corner of her eye and grins, “Nothing in particular. Just excited to spend time with you.”

Santana reaches over and gives Brittany’s thigh a squeeze, “Me too. Wish we had Fridays off all the time, could be our date night.”

Brittany’s grin widens before she’s overlapping Santana’s hand with her own, “I’ll have them off once the season’s over.”

“You won’t be taking up a winter or spring sport?”

“I don’t think so,” Brittany answers, “If I’m going to be going away for college, I want to spend the most time I can with my family…and you.”

She didn’t mean for the conversation to take that kind of turn, but it’s the first time she has hinted at the future which she feels a little silly about since their relationship is so new. When she glances at Santana, she can’t quite get a read on her reaction.

“I wasn’t going to play football this year,” Brittany quickly adds to fill the silence, “So that I could help with Pete but my mom talked me into it. She knows how much I love to play and I know my dad would’ve wanted me to spend my Senior doing something I love. But with the season ending soon, there’s not much else I want to do except spend time with you. I can continue training incase I get picked up by a scout but I’ll have way more free time since I won’t be apart of a team.”

“More time with you would be nice,” Santana ends up saying a moment later and a soft smile graces her lips.

Brittany doesn’t know why, but those words calm her nerves and at the same time makes her feel hopeful for what’s to come for them.

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“So snacks, gotta have them,” Brittany states as they enter the theater. She looks around for the brightly lit menu board like a shining beacon of deliciousness.

“It’s over here,” Santana says as she gives Brittany’s sleeve a tug in the right direction.

The quarterback lets Santana lead the way to the concession stand and heads to the back of the line. While she eyes the menu, Santana continues to hang onto Brittany’s sleeve as if they were holding hands. Brittany tries to refrain from drawing attention to it, but she can’t help how cute she thinks it is.

“You know,” She whispers, “I won’t mind it if you wanted to hold my hand instead, beats stretching out my sweater.”

Santana sends her a playful glare before she’s dropping Brittany’s sleeve altogether. Brittany pouts at the loss.

“What snacks are you thinking?” Santana asks instead.

Brittany goes back to looking at the menu, “Well, you’ve got to have all the elements for the perfect movie snacking experience: salty, sweet, and sour.”

“I like the way you think,” Santana compliments as they get closer to the front of the line.

“Definitely getting popcorn,” Brittany starts to list, “A box of Dots.”

“Dots? Really?” Santana scrunches her nose cutely, “I didn’t think anyone actually liked those.”

Brittany bumps her shoulder with Santana’s playfully, “They’re not so bad. What else? Oh! Some Sour Patch Kids and Buncha Crunch.”

“I can feel the cavities forming already,” Santana teases, “What do you want to drink?”

Brittany ponders a moment, “Water.”

Santana raises a brow, “Really? After all that sugar?”

Brittany starts to grin, “Kidding. You can’t just drink water at the movies, that’s super weird. What soda do you like? We can share!”

Santana looks over at the fountain drinks, “I don’t mind Dr. Pepper.”

“Girl after my own heart,” Brittany jokes dreamily. She catches Santana start to blush and it makes her swoon even more, “Come on. It’s our turn to order.”

\\

Once securing their snacks, Santana and Brittany head down the dim corridor to find their theater number. Brittany’s got the container of popcorn and theater box candies in one arm while Santana holds their drink which conveniently allows them both to have a free hand.

Brittany’s itching to make a move, her way of redeeming herself for the comment about her sleeve earlier, but she’s got the first date jitters so she’s hesitant. Thankfully, it’s a long walk to the end of the hall where their theater is so it gives her a little time to rustle up the courage.

That is, if she decides to make a move.

She catches Santana glancing at her from the corner of her eye too and it makes Brittany wonder if she’s struggling with the same thing. Surprisingly though, it only takes their hands brushing against each other’s twice before Santana’s timidly linking their pinkies like usual.

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The theater isn’t as full as Brittany thought it would be considering it’s a Friday night, but she figures that this particular movie has been out long enough that the initial hype has long since died down. They’re a little early as well so the lights aren’t as dim yet, making it still pretty easy to see that not many people are here. With a variety of good seating options available, Brittany and Santana opt for the top row.

“It’s the best seats in the house,” Brittany jokes as they do the awkward shuffle along the narrow walkway. Santana only giggles as she trails after the blonde.

When they get to the middle of the row, Brittany and Santana push down their seats and get settled with all of their snacks. It’s a lot to juggle, but they make it work and soon they’re sitting comfortably while they await the trailers.

“So how was practice?” Santana asks as Brittany pulls the container of popcorn to her lap.

“It was really laid back,” Brittany answers, “Basically just a pick up game so I wouldn’t even call it practice so it was cool. Did you end up going shopping with Quinn?”

“I did,” Santana starts to smirk, “I wasn’t really planning on buying anything but I saw this dress and figured you probably wouldn’t mind it.”

Brittany noticed the plunging neckline as soon as Santana unzipped her leather jacket in the car shortly after leaving the Lopez Residence. She nearly drove her car into a mailbox it was that distracting.

“I definitely don’t mind,” Brittany gives her a goofy grin, “You’re as pretty as ever.”

“So are you,” Santana grins and once again they start to gravitate to each other as if its second nature.

There are a few more couples seated below them but their backs are turned so Santana and Brittany are basically invisible. Brittany’s gaze falls from Santana’s to her glossy lips before bouncing back up again.

“You think it would be okay if I kissed you?” Brittany mumbles and her heart pounds steadily at the possibility that Santana might let her in such a public setting.

Santana glances to her left and sees that the nearest couple is still about six rows away. Brittany knows that Santana would be conscious of them which is yet another reason why she chose these particular seats.

Seemingly satisfied for the moment, Santana gives Brittany a nod before her eyes flutter closed.

Brittany mimics the gesture and they both lean in for a long awaited kiss. This one isn’t just a quick peck on the lips like Brittany’s used to either. This one feels drawn out, feels like an inhale and exhale all at once, it feels like heaven and when she can feel Santana smile against her lips it’s like no other feeling.

She almost forgets where she is as her hand moves to cup Santana’s cheek. It’s just a gentle touch, but it elicits a quiet little hum from the brunette and before Brittany knows it Santana is deepening the kiss. Brittany can feel the poke of Santana’s tongue running along her bottom lip and she doesn’t hesitate to welcome it, loving this daring side of Santana.

Brittany can feel herself starting to get carried away, but thankfully the lights suddenly dim and the sound of opening trailers pulls them apart. She can just barely see the sly little grin on Santana’s face before she glances to the big screen.

“What are we watching again?” Santana asks as she looks back to Brittany.

Brittany only blinks, still reeling from that kiss.

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They’re about forty-five minutes into the movie when Brittany realizes a handful of things:

Number One: Mike and Sam are not very good at recommending movies.

Number Two: Neither is Quinn.

Number Three: Paranormal Activity 3 is not a comedy.

That last one she probably should’ve known but she heard the guys on the team talking about how funny it was so she just assumed it was something like the Scary Movie series where they made fun of actual scary movies. Who knew she was completely wrong? Still, she tries to keep on a brave face because during her conversation with Sam and Mike about picking a movie, Quinn had said that Santana mentioned wanting to see this one.  

Knowing Santana had a secret preference made it super easy for Brittany when it came to finally choosing, but she didn’t know not being able to sleep for the next two weeks would be the price. It’s not that she’s a scaredy cat or anything, she just doesn’t do well with haunted houses and that’s basically all this movie is about!

She fights the urge to bring her knees up to hide behind and shield her eyes from certain scenes because there’s no way she can embarrass herself like that in front of Santana. So she keeps herself busy with snacking and chances a glance every so often in Santana’s direction, hoping that if she doesn’t get too invested in the movie then she won’t be as scared.

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That tactic sort of works until there’s a jump scene and she flinches so hard that she nearly drops the bucket of popcorn on the floor. Her heart is racing from the scare and her cheeks are a little flushed when she sees that Santana’s watching her.

She doesn’t say anything at first and that makes Brittany feel even more nervous. It’s not until Santana looks between them and lifts the arm rest that separates their chairs. Brittany watches Santana inch closer until their thighs are flush and soon the jump scare is a distant memory. With her being this close now, Brittany just has to wrap her arm around the brunette.

“You scared?” Santana whispers as she sinks into Brittany’s side.

Brittany shakes her head and Santana smirks up at her.

“You sure?”

“Mhmm.”

“You look scared.”

“Well…I’m not.”

Santana eyes Brittany a little longer before leaning back some, “Okay then.”

Brittany quirks her brow and whispers, “Are you?”

Santana looks back and shakes her head.

Brittany nods and tries to sit a little taller; if Santana isn’t afraid then neither is she!

\\

Obviously, Brittany’s lying because this is the scariest movie she’s ever seen which isn’t saying much because she stays away from that genre but the funny thing is…Santana’s lying too.

“Fuck,” Santana curses beneath her breath. Her hand instinctively juts out and grips Brittany’s thigh and before either of them know it, Santana’s burying her face into Brittany’s shoulder.

Brittany’s equally tense after that scene but seeing Santana visibly scared too has her easing. There’s a little twinkle in her eye when she glances at Santana trying to play off how bad she just flinched as she straightens up.

In fact, it’s such bad acting on Santana’s part that Brittany starts to giggle.

“What are you laughing at?” Santana asks. She tries to keep a straight face but Brittany’s giggling is infectious and soon she starts to smile too.

“You’re scared,” Brittany points out.

“I’m not.”

“You totally are,” Brittany laughs again, “You’re using me to hide.”

“No.”

“Yes,” Brittany teases, “You didn’t move the arm rest up for a cuddle. You wanted protection.”

“I – No,” Santana stammers but she ultimately gives up, “Alright fine, this movie gives me the fucking creeps. This house needs to be burned to the ground.”

Brittany softens as she removes the popcorn bucket from her lap, “I’m not really a fan of these kinds of movies. I only picked it because Quinn told me you loved horror movies, except I didn’t know if this was actually a horror movie or if it was a parody…”

“Oh, did she now?” Santana purses her lips before she lets out a dry chuckle, “That sneaky little…”

Brittany frowns, “What’s wrong?”

“Quinn and I have been best friends for years,” Santana says, “We grew up together and if there’s one thing she knows about me it’s that I don’t do horror movies.”

Brittany’s face heats up, “Really? Shit. I would’ve picked something else if I knew. She was so convincing and the guys, they said it wasn’t that scary.”

“Yeah, they’re probably just saying that to protect their masculinity because this shit?” Santana glances at the screen and cringes before turning back to Brittany, “No me gusta.”

Brittany sends Santana an apologetic smile, “I’m sorry. I should’ve checked with you first so we wouldn’t be stuck watching something we don’t want to.”

“We can always leave,” Santana suggests, “I’m sure there’s another movie playing right now. We can just sneak into a different one.”

Brittany only frowns. It’s their first date and she messes up big time, how embarrassing!

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up about it,” Santana smiles fondly as she squeezes at Brittany’s thigh, “We can stay too? Just gives me an excuse to make out with you instead.”

Brittany’s jaw goes a little slack as Santana drapes her legs over Brittany’s and slides in close. Now, she’s basically in the blonde’s lap and Brittany instinctively wraps her arms around Santana’s waist to keep her there. She already feels ten times better than before!

“You don’t need an excuse for that,” Brittany grins and soon Santana’s lips are back on hers.

\\

They end up staying like that for the rest of the movie and neither one of them can tell you what happened since they were too preoccupied with doing something way better. Brittany didn’t need any reassuring, but kissing Santana is probably the best distraction there is. For once, they felt like any other couple hiding away at the back of the movie theater making out.

In a way, it was freeing and although Brittany felt silly at first for choosing the wrong movie it all managed to work itself out in the end. Maybe an even better ending than she had hoped for!

As they leave the theater, practically floating on Cloud 9, Brittany made a daring move and tangled her fingers with Santana’s. After the past hour they’ve spent hidden in the shadows, she still wanted to feel close now that they were out in the open. Really, she’s been wanting to hold Santana’s hand since they got there but better late than never.

Santana grins happily as she overlaps their joined hands with her free one, surprising Brittany by how welcoming she is too the gesture. Santana brings their hands up to her lips and turns so that she can place a sweet kiss to Brittany’s knuckles. It makes the blonde feel so soft and the smitten smile can’t help but form.

\\

“Great movie,” Santana jokes as they get to Brittany’s car, “I’d definitely see it again.”

“I bet you would,” Brittany smirks as they untangle their hands and get in.

“But seriously, hopefully none of that movie actually stuck because I’m not trying to have nightmares,” Santana says with a chuckle although Brittany can tell she’s being a little serious.

“Same,” Brittany nods, “I might have to steal Pete’s night light if that’s the case.”

“Not sure what that’ll do against the paranormal,” Santana quips.

“Hey,” Brittany gives her a playfully stern look, “Night lights protect against everything.”

“Then you better make some room in your bed for me because I’m coming over. I do not fuck with the ghosts and shit,” Santana replies then pauses when she realizes what she has said.

Brittany watches with adoring look in her eye.

“I mean like, hypothetically speaking,” Santana adds shyly, “We probably won’t have nightmares or anything because we didn’t really watch much of that movie. Right? I doubt anything stuck so we’ll be okay.”

Brittany only grins as she goes to start the car.

\\

“Are you kidding me?” Santana gapes as they pull up to her house ten minutes before her curfew. She sits up rigidly and eyes her seemingly vacant house in confusion.

Brittany looks at the empty driveway and frowns, “Are your parents not home?”

“Apparently not,” Santana replies and reaches for her phone, “I know my dad’s doing an overnight, but my mom should be here? Do you mind if I give her a call?”

Brittany bobs her head, “Yeah, sure. Go ahead.”

Brittany watches Santana quickly scroll through her phone before she’s pressing it to her little ear. She can see how worked up Santana’s starting to get and wonders if it’s because she might have to be all alone in that empty house or if she’s just worried about where her mom might be? Usually an empty house is a dream come true for people their age, but not after the movie they just watched – no matter how distracted they were.

Brittany waits patiently as she overhears some of Santana’s conversation with her mom.

“No, I didn’t get a text from you. When did you send it?” Santana wonders before putting her mom on speaker and flicking through her text messages, “Yeah, I don’t see anything here from you.”

“That’s strange. Well, I was letting you know that I’m here at your Abuela’s house. Papi wants me to keep an eye on her after the doctor’s appointment she had today.”

Brittany watches Santana’s features grow somber, “Is everything okay?”

“Just a little cold.”

The lines in Santana’s forehead deepen, “She’s sick?”

Brittany recognizes that tone and it makes her stomach churn, but she keeps quiet and continues to listen.

“She should be fine. They’re worried it might develop into pneumonia if she’s not looked after. You know how stubborn she can be about this kind of thing, but I’m here.”

“Right,” Santana then inhales deeply and it’s like a mask is being put on, “She probably skipped her vitamins or something silly again.”

“You’re probably right.”

“So you won’t be coming home tonight then?”

“No, but you’ll be okay staying home on your own?”

Brittany watches Santana gulp and she nearly laughs if she didn’t fear being heard by Maribel. Who knew Santana was such a chicken, but then again Brittany wouldn’t want to stay home alone after a movie like that either.

“Yeah, of course,” Santana replies a little too casually, “I’m not a little kid anymore so I’ll be fine.”

“Okay good, I would say come over but…well.”

“I know,” Santana brushes off although Brittany can see a nerve has been struck, “It’s okay. I’ll just – maybe I’ll see if I can sleep over Quinn’s instead?”

“Okay mija, just let me know. I’ll see you in the morning. You can tell me all about your date with Brittany. I hope you had fun?”

Santana starts to grin as she glances to her side at the blonde, “I did. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

When Santana hangs up, the smile she wears is still there but it slowly fades when she looks back at her house.

“Think Quinn’s home from her date by now?” Santana mumbles as she flicks through her phone, “I’m not about to stay home alone just so some paranormal entity can come snatch me up, no thank you. God, she’s such a little shit. She knew exactly what she was doing when she was talking to you. Matter of fact, I’m going to prank the hell out of her now just for this. She won’t see it coming.”

“Or,” Brittany pauses Santana although her scheming is kind of cute, “You can sleepover mine?”

Santana’s brows rise, “What? Like at your house?”

Brittany shrugs, “Well yeah, if you aren’t comfortable staying home alone I’m sure my mom would be okay with you sleeping over. Plus, you were already going to be over tomorrow anyway. It saves so much time if you’re already there.”

“I don’t know, Britt,” Santana chuckles nervously, “I doubt your mom would let your girlfriend stay the night.”

Santana’s got a point, but this is a special case so she doubts her mom wouldn’t allow it.

“Why not? It’s not like I can get you pregnant or anything,” Brittany jokes but Santana’s eyes nearly bug out of her head. It only makes Brittany laugh, “I’m just kidding, geez. How about I just call and ask? Beats bothering Quinn if I’m already here?”

Santana looks at her skeptically.

“Come on,” Brittany gives her a nudge, “Doesn’t hurt to ask.”

“Okay fine,” Santana relents with a smitten smile, “But I’m still texting Quinn just incase.”

Brittany shrugs and gives her mom a call. It’s a short one, but Brittany explains Santana’s situation and Whitney ends up saying, “Yes of course she can stay the night.” It’s also followed by the usual, “Just no funny business, Brittany” which has the blonde blushing as she quickly assures her that there won’t be any.

“My parents would never,” Santana says with a disbelieving laugh.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Brittany winks.

“I’ll just tell my mom I’m sleeping over Quinn’s anyway,” Santana says as she texts, “Just to be safe.”

“Okay,” Brittany says, “So did you want to go inside and grab anything?”

Santana looks skeptically at her house, all dark and menacing, and quickly shakes her head, “Hell no.”

Brittany chuckles, “I’ll go in with you.”

“No, I don’t want to put you through that,” Santana assures her, “I can just borrow some of your stuff, right?”

Brittany’s smile grows, “Totally.”

“Okay,” Santana smiles back looking a little more relieved, “Let’s just go to yours then.”

“You got it!”

\\

When they arrive at the Pierce Residence, they find that the porch light has been left on and Brittany can already see the glow of the hallway light emitting from the living room window.

“Now this is more like it,” Santana chuckles at the brightly lit home.

Brittany only giggles along with her as she parks the car and leads the way inside. Everything’s quiet as Brittany and Santana tip toe upstairs; Pete’s long since gone to bed and Whitney is probably not too far behind.

Santana just wordlessly follows Brittany until they get to Brittany’s bedroom. Once the light comes on, Brittany’s quick to tidy the clothes hanging out of her laundry basket before pushing in her desk chair and kicking her bookbag to the side.

“Sorry it’s a little messy,” Brittany says softly while scratching the back of her neck.

Santana only smiles as she looks around, “Your room is way cleaner than mine.”

Brittany feels a little relieved but she still rearranges some things before turning to close the door. She hesitates though as she gets to the knob, remembering the conversation she had with her mom earlier, and turns to face Santana.

“My mom said I have to leave the door open,” Brittany whispers to Santana, “But if I don’t close it then Pete might wake us up super early.”

Santana looks a little shy as she nods and it makes Brittany falter. She’s not sure what that look means and it makes something flutter in her chest. She would totally risk getting lectured by her mom later if it meant sleeping in a little later than usual, especially if Santana will be there.

But, she also wants to make sure Santana is comfortable as well. Sleeping over after their first date isn’t really how Brittany pictured this night turning out, so she just wants to be extra sure that Santana’s okay and that they’re not moving faster than she liked.  

“I can leave it open if you want though?” Brittany suggests lightly, “Whatever makes you comfortable.”

Santana tugs her bottom lip between her teeth then lets it go as she answers, “I usually sleep with my door closed at home.”

Brittany’s smile grows playful, “To keep the monsters out so they don’t get ya?”

Santana only rolls her eyes at the teasing tone, “No.”

“Sure,” Brittany winks as she goes to close the door.

“I don’t want you to get in trouble though,” Santana says, “If your mom said – “

“It’s okay,” Brittany assures her with a smile, “So long as you stay on your side of the bed.”

Santana smirks, “I’ll try my best but I won’t make any promises.”

Brittany quirks her brow, “You don’t strike me as the cuddling type.”

“I’m just full of surprises.”

Brittany chuckles before going off to find Santana some pajamas to borrow.

\\

Brittany doesn’t know why, but suddenly she wishes her pajama drawer was filled with something better than old shirts from sports teams she used to play for and shorts with random designs on them. She doesn’t know what Santana wears to bed, but she imagines something fancy that actually comes in a set or maybe something silky and expensive?

Brittany doesn’t own anything remotely close to that.

She knows she’s overthinking this now, it’s only pajamas after all, and tries to push away the nerves. Ultimately, she settles for her favorite sleep shirt and shorts because they feel the nicest and she secretly thinks Santana would look super cute in shorts with little rubber ducks on them.

“Sorry they’re not matching,” Brittany finds herself saying as she hands them over.

Santana gives her a confused smile, “That’s okay. It’s very you.”

Brittany tilts her head to the side, unsure of how to take that.

“I mean that in a good way,” Santana explains, “You have a signature style, it’s cute.”

Brittany ducks her head bashfully before turning to find something for herself to wear.

\\

The realization that Santana is going to be sleeping over in her bed with it just being the two of them starts to settle in. She’s had sleepovers with her friends before, but not like this – not with someone she’s dating – and Brittany starts to feel a mix of anxious and giddy.

Does she change into her pajamas right here or should she excuse herself to the bathroom? She remembers how Santana reacted the first time she took her top off in the locker room, but she also remembers how they were barely wearing anything when they showered together.

Brittany’s at a loss and she doesn’t realize she’s just standing there holding a pile of clothes until Santana quietly clears her throat. When Brittany turns, she’s finds that Santana has already changed and is looking as cute and comfy as ever.

“Do you have a spare toothbrush and maybe some make up wipes I could use?” Santana asks and there’s just a slight edge to her voice that lets Brittany know she isn’t the only one that’s a little nervous about this arrangement.

“Oh yeah, sorry. I’m not being a very good host.”

“You’re a great host,” Santana assures her with a smile then gestures to her bottoms, “I think I rock the hell out of these shorts. Don’t you think?”

Brittany chuckles as she nods, “I had a feeling rubber ducks would suit you.”

Santana does a little sway of her hips and it’s enough to ease Brittany’s nerves for the moment.

“I’ll get you a toothbrush and stuff,” Brittany replies and turns towards the bathroom she and Pete share.

Santana follows behind and stops next to Brittany at the bathroom sink while Brittany sorts through the top cabinet for a spare toothbrush and her make up remover.

“This okay?” She asks as she hands them over to Santana.

“Yeah.”

“Okay cool,” Brittany hesitates in the bathroom doorway wondering if she should stay and do her nightly routine too before realizing that she hasn’t even changed clothes yet.

“I’ll just go change,” She tells Santana, “I’ll be back.”

Santana only smiles at her through the mirror before lining the bristles of her toothbrush with toothpaste.

\\

Once they finish up in the bathroom, Brittany and Santana wander back into the bedroom. They do this awkward little dance of putting away their clothes and getting ready for bed. Brittany has her mattress pushed into the corner of her room and quickly rids her bed of the stuffed animals and extra pillows she usually sleeps with in order to make some room for Santana.

“Is there a certain side you prefer?” She asks and Santana shakes her head, “Okay. Well, I’ll take the wall side incase you need to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night or something.”

“Okay,” Santana nods before Brittany’s crawling in under the covers. Santana isn’t that far behind her and they quietly get settled.

There’s a weird tension in the air and Brittany’s not quite sure what to do about it. She only stares up at the ceiling with her hands folded atop her stomach over the blankets. Her mind is moving through thought after thought at a mile a minute and she just hopes that it settles down soon so she can get a little sleep.

But, with Santana lying so close to her it makes it difficult to calm down. When she glances to her side, she finds Santana’s dark brown eyes staring back curiously.

“Do I make you nervous?” Santana asks and there’s this rasp to her tone that Brittany isn’t used to.

Brittany’s words get caught somewhere so that should be enough to answer that. Instead, she just nods as a blush blooms.

“In a good way?” Santana asks.

Brittany nods again, a shy smile gracing her lips.

“You make me nervous in a good way too.”

Brittany feels her heart skip a couple beats and she can’t help but roll onto her side so that she can face Santana fully. Her face is bare of any make up, her eyelids look heavy with sleep and if there was one word Brittany could use to describe how she looks right now it’s content.

It has her reaching up to trace the side of Santana’s cheek, as if to make sure that this is really happening – that Santana’s really here in her bed resting her pretty little head on her pillow. The smile that forms on Santana’s face from the touch melts Brittany and she can’t help but lean in to kiss soft lips.

It’s languid and sweet, the best kind of almost goodnight. When they pull apart a moment later, Brittany moves the hand that was cupping Santana’s cheek down to rest on her waist instead. Santana’s got her hand tucked under her pillow while the other plays with the hem of Brittany’s t-shirt. Brittany feels oddly comfortable now as they lie there despite feeling so wound up earlier.

Now, her eyelids feel heavy and she’s sure a yawn is not too far away. For now though, she’s content with just watching Santana’s lashes flutter and the way dark brown eyes shift back and forth from her gaze to her lips. It makes Brittany want to pull Santana in closer just so she can kiss her again and again.

“I had a lot of fun with you on our date,” Brittany admits instead.

“Me too,” Santana replies before she starts to smirk, “Even if you roped me into watching a scary movie.”

Brittany bites her lip to keep from giggling at the sarcasm, “Well, if I picked something else you wouldn’t be here right now.”

“Funny how that worked out,” Santana grins as she gives a little tug to Brittany’s shirt, “Almost like you planned it.”

Brittany leans into it, letting Santana drag her in so that their chests are nearly flush.

Only their knees knock together and before Brittany knows it, Santana’s slipping her thigh between Brittany’s while her hand curls around the blonde’s waist. They’re completely wrapped up in each other now and Brittany’s never felt so comfortable sleeping with another person before.

“So much for staying on your side,” Brittany jokes.

“I can move?” Santana teases right back.

“No, no. You stay.”

It’s kind of the worst thing ever when she remembers that they probably can’t do this all the time. But still, she soaks it in regardless – memorizing the feel of Santana’s smooth legs against her own, the way Santana’s hands caress the exposed skin just above her sleep shorts, how the tip of Santana’s little nose bumps her own every so often as she inhales.

“I wish we could do this all the time,” Brittany mumbles dreamily without thinking.

Santana gives her a confused grin, “What?”

“This,” Brittany says as she runs her fingers down Santana’s back, “It’s nice. We don’t really get to do it often, we never have the time.”

“Yeah,” Santana sighs before kissing the tip of Brittany’s nose, “Maybe you and I should try to make time.”

Brittany starts to smile. She remembers a conversation similar to this from a past relationship and how the other person wasn’t too willing to try and make changes which ended up being the main reason for the breakup. Brittany couldn’t understand how someone wouldn’t be willing to try, but it’s so satisfying to see that it’s something she doesn’t have to worry about with Santana.

She remembers her other relationships and how much it sucked to go through a breakup, but she moved on eventually because her feelings for them weren’t ever super strong – not compared to how she feels about Santana anyway.

Santana’s like a cold glass of Dr. Pepper on a hot sunny day. No, Santana’s like three scoops of ice cream when you only asked for two. No, Santana’s like taking a bubble bath with extra bubbles after football practice in the pouring rain.

The way Brittany feels about her, it’s nothing she’s ever experienced before. No one she has ever dated – boy or girl – can even compare. Santana’s one of a kind and maybe, just maybe, Brittany thinks she might know why.

She’s never experienced it for herself before, but she knows what real love looks like.

Maybe that might be this?

“What are you smiling for?” Santana asks, but she sounds surprisingly more sleepy than before and it makes Brittany’s heart swell.

“Just thinking about somethin’.”

“Like?”

Brittany only shakes her head as she slides her hand up and down Santana’s back again, almost like she’s lulling the girl to sleep. It seems to work as she watches Santana’s eyes close for longer periods of time, her breathing becoming slow and even. When Santana’s eyes open once more, she looks to Brittany for an answer as if she didn’t just fall into a micro-sleep and it makes the blonde chuckle quietly.

“I’ll tell you when I know for sure,” Brittany replies.

Santana pouts at Brittany’s cryptic words, “Know what?”

Brittany sighs but it’s full of adoration, “Don’t worry. Just go to sleep, baby.”

She almost doesn’t notice how easily the term of endearment falls from her lips, she wouldn’t have noticed at all if Santana’s eyes did slowly open in wonder.

Brittany feels a little shy about the slip up, but she can’t find it in her to say it was an accident because it really wasn’t. She has felt the word bubbling up inside of her, begging to slip out for awhile now, especially when they’re like this – when the rest of this town is fast asleep and it seems like they’re the only ones left awake in Lima.

“Did you just…” Santana stammers.

Brittany is uncertain about her tone, “Is that okay?”

Santana ponders a moment, “I usually hate it when guys call me that. It always made me feel gross.”

Brittany’s face falls. She feels absolutely mortified, “Oh.”

“But it’s different with you,” Santana assures her with a smile, “It doesn’t make me feel gross, it makes me feel… special. I like it.”

“I like you,” Brittany says without missing a beat.

Santana blushes as she adjusts her head against the pillow, “Ditto.”

Brittany can only give Santana her famous mega-watt smile in response.

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Kissing Prompts.

@theheightofdishonor​ asked ‘63 or 75′ from the Kissing Prompts List!

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21 notes • Posted 2021-04-28 21:21:02 GMT

#4

Your dash today is making me relive The Tragedy of Kurt Hummel. He started off being such a great character and then turned into a mouthpiece for all kinds of bigotry against the "wrong" kinds of LGBTQ people.

It still infuriates me!

Mood, oh my god. I was so.... ARGH about where they went with him because he started out *great* and then went *horrible.* Wasted potential smh

Glee did a lot wrong, but using its characters as bigoted, gatekeeping mouthpieces was one of the worst aspects of the show. I can't *stand* Kurt in the later seasons, and as much as its... unfun to talk about now (may their actors rest in piece) but Santana and Finn were also massive perpetrators of this. Not that anyone wants to hear that against Miss S... but she was.

And do not get me STARTED on Brittany Sam and Blaine I will be yelling from the rooftops for the rest of my life about how they were treated by the show, aaaarggghhh

The Tragedy Of Kurt Hummel: A Tale In How To Not Write This Shit, Oh My God, You Started Out So Right, How Did It Go So Wong??

At least Burt is still best dad. Good man. Only decent parent in the whole show

27 notes • Posted 2021-06-13 14:00:00 GMT

#3

OK but 2 things:

Marinette remains a stalker, right, like that's just casually a thing she does?? Um???? Guys???? Stealing a fishing rod.... sabotaging a shoot... mari that's his job please honey stop this foolishness. Also goddamn do you not care about your own responsibilities? Um. You agreed to look after those kids... ditching adrien once isn't going to kill you. If anyone would get a busy schedule, it's him lol

Nino can't fucking stand chat and said that right to his face i- how is adrien supposed to act after that. Like Nino is his best friend and can't stand chat.... hmmmm. Rocketear dashing all the hopes and dreams of the ninoir fandom in one fell swoop alfjakxhlajf. Ig since Luka knows abt his identity now, and doesn't hate either persona, then ig I'm gonna have to rely on him for bestfriendism. Sad times.

34 notes • Posted 2021-10-28 04:16:47 GMT

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42 notes • Posted 2021-02-06 19:02:40 GMT

#1

the Only reason i want timestuck gf AU with Stan and Dipper is bc of Dipper’s “I could probably rob a bank”  from one of the books u kno

42 notes • Posted 2021-05-05 20:12:59 GMT

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         𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨 just released a debut album, 𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓 ! 

shocking absolutely everyone, ivy serrano, new york’s favorite model and influencer, just suddenly released a debut album ! eagle-eyed fans remember her being spotted outside a recording studio a few months ago, but other than that, it seems no one had any clue the brunette was planning a career in music. the release follows quite a bit of controversy started in bora bora, leading to many accusing ivy of creating drama just for the sake of publicity for her album. whether that’s true or not, the album is surprisingly honest and from the heart, giving the world a sneak peek into the inner workings of ivy’s mind. the title, poison, comes from her former stage-name for exotic dancing and common nickname, posion ivy. immediately after the release, ivy got on instagram live to host a listening party, pausing after some songs to answer a few questions; fans have already been speculating the deeper meanings behind each song, linking the lyrics with ivy’s current and past relationships. read more about the fan theories and descriptions of each song below ! 

lolita — ❛ alright, so, the first track sets the vibe, ❜ ivy explained before playing the song to the lucky fans who caught the live stream— and thankfully for the rest of us, recorded it so we could analyze her words as well. comments with marty incanti’s name flooded the chat as the song played, to which ivy responded, ❛ i’m just gonna tell you guys now, not every song is necessarily about one person or one experience, and not everything is entirely literal. i was really going for a dramatic effect with the lyrics, since everyone says i’m such a damn drama queen all the time. might as well be one if i’m gonna be accused anyway, right ? anyway, what i’m saying is these songs aren’t necessarily about specific people, but more... inspired by them, i guess. ❜

money power glory — ivy was rather coy in her response to the comments on this song calling her a gold digger, laughing and saying ❛ and what the fuck about it ? our lord and savior thee stallion said i’m in my bag and i’m in his too, that’s why every time you see me i got some new shoes, and i fuckin live by that ! mind your business. ❜

off to the races — ❛ this song is a fucking dream, i love it so much. is that conceited to say, that i love my own song ? whatever, it’s one of my favorites. it’s like... an ode to my fucked up love life, ❜ is how ivy introduced this one, and she clearly wasn’t exaggerating her love for this song, as she couldn’t stop herself from signing along at times. when she noticed fans speculating which of her exes the ‘my old man’ lyrics in the song could be referring to, she was quick to correct them, ❛ no, no, i already told you guys ! it’s not about one person, this one especially. it’s about everyone, and no one. but mostly, it’s about me, the rest is more of a metaphor. ❜

video games — despite the lyrics explicitly mentioning a man, fans believe this song was actually inspired by ivy’s ex girlfriend, coral arenas, due to a deleted picture on coral’s instagram from when the two were together with the caption heaven is on earth with you, which is very similar to the lyrics in the song. this was one of the only songs she didn’t answer questions about, instantly skipping to the next one after playing it, which only furthered fans’ belief due to the notoriously messy breakup the two had after ivy quickly jumped into her relationship with marty. 

born to die — ivy explained in the livestream that this song was written most recently, and almost didn’t make the album in time. ❛ it was literally, like, a mad dash to get this one on there. my team was a little mad at me, shout out to them for making it happen ! i started writing this song a really long time ago, but it was mostly just bits and pieces. i finally put it all together the night i met marty. ❜

cinnamon girl — fans are convinced this song is about ivy’s rumored fling, lux santana, so much so that they’re considering cinnamon as the ship name for the two girls. this song obviously has a special place in ivy’s heart, as when asked about this song she simply said, ❛ this one’s kind of hard to talk about right now, but it’s one of my favorites. she turned out not to be the first.. but, it happens, anyway, next song ! ❜ referencing the lyrics: if you hold me without hurting me you’ll be the first that ever did. ouch ! what exactly happened in bora bora ? 

diet mountain dew — the inspiration for this song is the cause for quite the disagreement in her fan base, with some believing she wrote it about jordan lee, while others think the song is about tomas lorenzo. both men have infamously on-again-off-again relationships with ivy, similar to the one depicted by the lyrics of the song. the lyrics you’re no good for me but baby i want you are cited most frequently by both sides of the argument, each interpreting them differently. ivy skipped straight to the next song without an explanation, so all we can do is speculate. 

florida kilos — fans were shocked by how open ivy was about her use of cocaine in this song, as she’s repeatedly denied rumors in the past that she has a problem with the white powder. she mostly just laughed at the reactions to the song, simply saying, ❛ if you know you know, okay ? ❜ before moving on.

carmen — fans are pretty sure this song is actually about ivy herself, addressing the complexities of dealing with fame, and mentioning her teenage years, which is rather rare for ivy. she doesn’t often talk about her past, and perhaps this song gives some insight as to why. the only explanation she offered is that ❛ it’s a metaphor ❜ so fans are pretty certain they’re right about this one. 

ultraviolence — ivy offered a long-winded explanation for the last song, ❛ i had the hardest time picking the first song, but this was always the last one. it just sums it all up, i think. this song also took me the longest to write of any song ever. i literally wrote the poison lines— you’ll see what i mean in a second— when i was eighteen, i actually can’t believe i finally finished it, and made an album to put it on. i thought it was going to live in my brain forever, but now you guys get to hear it, too ! ❜ she was referring to the lines cause i was filled with poison but blessed with beauty and rage and he used to call me poison like i was poison ivy, which are clear nods to the title of the album and her nickname. 

after playing the last track, she answered a few more general questions, explaining how she wanted the album to be a surprise because she didn’t want anyone to know about it or hear it until it was ready. she said that even her closest friends didn’t know about the album, so it seems it was quite a surprise for everyone ! 

@coral911 @martyisms @tomashq  @jordanpls @satanfm

[carguynoel]

Are you saying I have the ability to outshine you? That's weirdly high praise. But be honest, my birthday being the day after yours has never stopped anyone from spoiling you year round. Are you tall enough to slap me? Can you reach that high? They're not gonna kill us, why are you being dramatic but fine no jumping off or out of anything. What about a party, bet I can find somewhere cool for us to throw it, maybe I'll see what Michelle is up to, make it right.

Wrong. The parties were legendary, I'll give you that, but I was supposed to have the entire month to be spoiled and be the center of attention. The fact that you're proud of ruining that for me makes me want to slap you. Noel, why are you choosing options that could kill us? I'll pass. And fuck off, she'd be begging to marry me if you had introduced us. Just for that, the next time you get into trouble and need a lawyer, don't call me.

[lilyvandersteen]

Out of the Blue: Chapter 4

Cover art: @redheadgleek​

Beta extraordinaire: @hkvoyage​

Links: AO3, FF.net

Author’s Note:

Snarky Kurt is coming out to play... Ooh, Blaine, you picked the wrong person to anger!

Chapter 4: Called Out

“There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.”

(An excerpt from Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen)

Kurt was quick to welcome their guest of honor, who’d apparently brought his BROTHER to the wedding -hmm… Did that mean he was single at the moment?

One quick look confirmed that Mr. Anderson was still the handsomest man in all of North America. And if the rumors were true, he dated men as well as women, so Kurt actually stood a chance with him. Therefore, he made sure to mention he was single and very available while bringing him to the brides and officially introducing them.

Kurt adjusted his cravat and checked his coif while Mr. Anderson was congratulating the brides, and then graciously accepted Mr. Anderson’s praise of the decorations as he steered him up the fire escape and towards the circle of chairs they’d set up for the ceremony.

“It’s going to be pretty informal, as you can tell,” Kurt said, “Santana didn’t want to make a big production of it. Wanted nothing stiff or formulaic. That’s just not them.”

Mr. Anderson grinned. “I’ll like it all the better for that.”

Kurt shot him a quick smile and dashed off to Elliott to tell him to start the ceremony, sent Rachel over to Artie for the procession song, warned Tina to start taking pictures and then told bridesmaids Mercedes and Quinn as well as Britt and San to walk to their assigned spot.

As Rachel sang “The First Time I Saw Your Face”, the brides walked into the circle hand in hand and smiling – Brittany widely and Santana tremulously. Tina’s camera shutter clicked at a fierce pace, and Kurt stood there taking it all in for a moment, his throat thick with emotion.

Then he jumped back into action, taking the ring box out of his inside pocket and tying the rings around the necks of Lord and Lady Tubbington. Carrying their basket, he moved to stand next to Elliott.

Brittany and Santana’s vows made Kurt tear up, and by the many sniffles in the audience, he knew he wasn’t the only one affected.

Thankfully, the cats were as good as gold and stayed put throughout the ceremony, and when the right moment came, he held out Lady Tubbington to San for Brittany’s ring and Lord Tubbington to Britt for Santana’s ring.

After taking the ring off of his neck, Britt pulled Lord Tubbington closer and kissed his head.

“Oh, was that supposed to be the groom?” Elliott quipped. “Then we’ll need to start over!”

The terrace rang with laughter, and Lord Tubbington wriggled out of Kurt’s arms and fled. Lady Tubbington followed suit, but seeing as their task was fulfilled, it didn’t matter much.

As soon as Brittany and Santana had shared their first kiss as wives, to loud applause, Kurt gestured to Rachel to follow him to the kitchen, where they arranged champagne glasses on trays and filled them with an excellent spumante Kurt had found in Little Italy. Kurt got out the first batch of hors d’oeuvres, too, and they went around the terrace with their offerings.

Mr. Billionaire Anderson did not seem snobbish in the least, eating Kurt’s finger food with relish and complimenting him on the spumante, even asking to write down its name and where he got it.

When Kurt brought out his masterpiece, a three-tiered wedding cake decorated with rainbows and unicorns, as per Brittany’s request, Mr. Anderson whooped and hollered the loudest of them all, and his moan when he started eating cake made the tips of Kurt’s ears redden. He left only crumbs on his plate, and clamored for seconds, which Kurt hurried to give him, beaming.

                        Now that everyone was on their second piece of cake, Kurt took a minute to eat something himself. There wasn’t much left of the hors d’oeuvres, but what there was, Kurt decimated in seconds, and he ate one of the marzipan unicorns as dessert.

He took a glass of spumante to wash everything down in style, and surveyed the party with satisfaction. Yes, he had done it once again. The wedding was a resounding success. Now there was only the first dance to go, but that was up to Britt and San themselves.

Kurt made another round to fill up the guests’ glasses again, and then told the brides to get ready for their dance, Mercedes and Artie to sing, and Tina to catch all the magical moments on camera.

“Oh, I LOVE this part!” Rachel whispered loudly in his ear as she wound her arms around his waist.

Kurt kissed her head and hugged her back as they both watched their friends shine in their first dance.

“Look how happy they are,” Rachel sniffled. “Ah, this is amazing!”

“It is,” Kurt agreed. “Worth all the work and then some.”

“True. Though I’m going to dance a bit before I start on clean-up duty.”

“All right, then. Off you go, Miss Berry! But you will help me later!”

Laughing at her grimace, he pushed her towards the dance floor and then picked up the cake tray to wrap up what was left and put it in the fridge.

The party went on, and his friends took turns claiming the microphone for a song, until Santana took it to give a speech, thanking her wife for her promise of forever, thanking the guests for coming to witness their union, and thanking Kurt nicely for all his work organizing the wedding. He sent her an air kiss, and she half-laughed, half-sobbed, overcome with emotion.

He’d just stepped towards San to give her a hug when another voice piped up. Mr. Anderson’s brother. And for some reason, he was LIVID, accusing Britt and San of faking a wedding to swindle his brother out of an expensive gift, seeing as their family wasn’t even there, ranting and raving at the fake brides for taking advantage of his brother that way, and taking advantage of their friend to organize the whole event, too. He dissed all of Kurt’s careful wedding planning and hard work, pronouncing everything too cheap for an actual wedding.

Brittany shrank away from the venom in the guy’s voice, and even Santana seemed tongue-tied for a moment. The rest of Kurt’s friends, who had all been dancing and laughing a minute ago, now stood staring at the younger Mr. Anderson in shocked silence.

Kurt, however, felt his hackles rise. No way was this guy going to ruin everything at the eleventh hour. No way!

He fixed the man with a glare and gritted out, “Way to make snap judgments, Mr. Snob! For your information, Santana’s family is homophobic. As in, they don’t approve of her choice of spouse. They threw her out when she told them she was in love with Brittany, and are still expecting her to come to her senses and marry a man. Santana was crying this morning because her abuela wasn’t going to attend her wedding, so thank you very much for opening that wound again.”

The Andersons’ eyes flitted to Santana, who swallowed with difficulty and looked down. Brittany put her head on Santana’s shoulder and squeezed her hand in sympathy.

“And Brittany’s parents told her only last week that they’re getting a divorce,” Kurt continued. “She was so mad at them that she uninvited them to the wedding. And she’s the only child of two only children, and her grandparents are dead, so no other family. Any more questions?”

Mr. Snob rubbed his hand over his neck, his animosity all but gone. “I guess… I guess I just don’t see why people would tie the knot when they’re only twenty years old. That’s something for when you’re settled, not when you’re barely starting out.”

Kurt chuckled. “Believe me, I told them exactly the same thing when they came to me and asked if I’d plan their wedding. But they said they were sure of each other, and they didn’t want to wait. So I agreed, and made it as fabulous a small, low-budget wedding as I possibly could.”

“You did a wonderful job!” Mr. Anderson boomed, clapping Kurt on the shoulder. “This place looks like a dream, the brides are gorgeous, the ceremony was perfect, the music is lit, and I never had better hors d’oeuvres in my life. And the wedding cake! Beautiful AND scrumptious! If you ever plan a wedding again, do invite me, will you?”

Other guests chimed in with praise for Kurt as well, and soon they were all laughing and chatting and dancing again.

Kurt sent Mr. Anderson a small smile, grateful to him for defusing the tension, and then focused on Mr. Snob again. “Your assessment of me was spot-on, though, bravo. Yes, I’m the pathetic single gay who lives vicariously through his friends. Yes, I’d rather focus on their romance than fail at it myself. So far I’ve planned a wedding for my father and stepmother, for my show choir teacher and the school counselor, and now for Santana and Brittany. Because it made me happy to see them happy. And maybe that makes me a silly romantic, but it’s certainly better than thinking yourself far above anyone and being sarcastic and mean.”

Mr. Snob bit his lip and lowered his eyes for a moment, then looked Kurt straight in the eye and said, “You’re right. I was in a bad mood, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on all of you. I’m sorry.”

Kurt nodded coolly. “Apology accepted.”

Mr. Anderson put his arm around Kurt’s shoulder. “Do you know, I wouldn’t even have cared if this wedding were fake! Blaine can say what he wants, but you throw a damn good party, worth every cent of the gifts we brought! So, I’m serious, any event you’re planning in the future, send me word of it and I’ll be there.”

Kurt smiled wider at him this time. “I promise I will.”

Then he leaned in and whispered into Mr. Anderson’s ear, “And if you want to help things along, encourage Sam to propose to Mercedes. He’s been thinking and talking about it for ages, but he never makes a move. They’re over there, both of them.”

Kurt surreptitiously pointed to Sam and Mercedes so that Mr. Anderson would know whom he was talking about.

Mr. Anderson winked at Kurt and whispered back, “On it!” He sauntered back to the dance floor, bowed for Mercedes and swept her away in a quickstep.

Sam, who’d been dancing with his girlfriend until Mr. Anderson cut in, glared at his perceived rival.

Kurt grinned, and granted Mr. Snob (Blaine, apparently) only the merest glance before turning his back on him and starting to collect empty glasses and plates to take them to the kitchen. The guy was back to looking sullen, but Kurt didn’t give a hoot about that. He could sulk the whole night through, as far as Kurt was concerned.

Only, he didn’t. On his second run to the kitchen, laden with plates and trays, Kurt felt a presence behind him, and suddenly, his load was a lot lighter. Blaine had taken half of the stack and was carrying it to the sink.

“Where’s your dishwasher?” Blaine asked.

Kurt snorted. “None of that here. We wash up by hand. And by that I mean I wash up, nine times out of ten. The girls only help out when I force them to.”

“I’ll help,” Blaine offered.

Kurt quirked an eyebrow at him. “You’re a guest. The snooty kind that finds fault with every detail of the wedding I planned. Why on earth would you help me out now?”

Blaine had the grace to blush. “Hey, I said I was sorry. I was out of line, and I’m trying to make up for it. Throw me a bone, would you?”

Kurt stared at him until he started to squirm, and only then did he say, “All right, then. You wash, I’ll dry.”

They worked together in companionable silence, Blaine softly singing to himself as he scrubbed and rinsed. Meanwhile, the party petered out around them, and one by one, Kurt’s friends said their goodbyes and left.

Once the dishes were done, Kurt thanked his helper and offered him another piece of wedding cake as a reward. They sat down on the sofa and ate their cake.

Kurt felt his eyes droop, and hoped he wouldn’t have to stay up much longer. He wanted to lie down and sleep for a week on end.

He woke abruptly, because he got jostled and his head lost its comfortable pillow all of a sudden.

“Uhm, wha?” said a voice very close to him.

Kurt blinked his eyes open and found that he had fallen asleep against Blaine, who had dozed off too, if his slow reaction and slurring speech were any indication.

“You coming, squirt?”

“Don’t call me squirt,” Blaine snapped, rubbing his eyes like a five-year-old.

“Aw, Blainey, why are you still tetchy? You just got to spend some time alone with a gorgeous guy.”

Blaine rolled his eyes. “Washing the dishes.”

“You know what Nana used to say.”

“Yeah. ‘Share your life with someone you like doing chores with.’”

“And did you like it?”

Blaine blushed and lowered his eyes. Oh, wow, he had beautiful long lashes. In his own way, he was quite as handsome as his brother. While washing the dishes, he’d been singing under his breath, and his voice was lovely. And he’d washed the dishes efficiently and without complaint. Pity he was such a curmudgeon.

Mr. Anderson waggled his eyebrows until Blaine let out a plaintive “Cooooop!!”

“Blaaaaaaaine!!”

“Okay, let’s go before you embarrass me even more. And keep it down, will you. Don’t wake Kurt. He must be exhausted.”

Blaine’s eyes swept from Coop to Kurt, and he visibly started when he saw that Kurt had woken up.

“Too late for that,” Kurt drawled, sitting up. “But I can always go right back to sleep.”

Blaine looked shocked. “You don’t want to move to your bed?”

Kurt shook his head. “Nope. Whenever Britt stays over, she and San get my bed, and I sleep on the sofa. Usually, San sleeps here, but it doesn’t fit two people. When Britt stops touring with Mercedes, San and Britt will look for their own place, but for now, this works.”

Blaine bit his lip. “You know sleeping on a sofa is bad for your back, right?”

“Oh yeah. I don’t know how San has dealt with it for so long. One night here and I’m stiff and aching all over for a week.”

“So why don’t you buy an extra bed? Or at least a decent sofa bed?”

Kurt shrugged. “It’s on the list.”

“What list?”

“The list of things we need to save up for.”

Blaine raised an eyebrow. “Why did you ask for a 25K pet pavilion for your cats as a wedding gift when you can’t even afford decent beds for yourself?”

There he went again, Sir Judgy McJudge-a-Lot! He did have a point, though.

Kurt grimaced. “The cat stuff was all Brittany’s idea. We should never have let her compile the registry. We didn’t notice what kind of silly stuff she’d asked for until after your brother had bought the pet pavilion. It’s a stupid waste of money, I quite agree. If you’d like your money back, you can cancel that gift. Please do. We’ve been feeling awful about it.”

Wasn’t that the truth…

Blaine seemed slightly mollified, but still continued his questioning. “Also, if you have no money for something as basic as a bed, where did you get the dough to plan a wedding?”

Kurt flushed. Rude much? “I did a lot of it myself. I also called in a lot of favors, and borrowed stuff. And we all worked extra shifts.”

Blaine nodded, seemingly accepting this explanation. Insufferable snob!

“Well, you did a wonderful job!” Mr. Anderson boomed. “I had a splendid time, so thank you very much! And Brittany can keep the pavilion for her lovely cats. Don’t you worry your pretty heads about that!”

Kurt got up from the sofa and shook hands with Mr. Anderson. “Mr. Anderson, thank you for coming.”

“Oh, please call me Cooper. Or Coop for short. I hope to see you again soon for another party. And it’s ME who should thank YOU!”

Kurt smiled at Cooper, and then turned to Blaine. “Thank you for helping with the dishes.”

“It was my pleasure,” Blaine assured him. “And sorry again for my rant earlier. I was wrong.”

His earnestly repentant face made Kurt feel a bit guilty.

The brothers left with a smile and a wave. Kurt pulled at the heavy door to close it and then sank down against it, whispering, “You weren’t, though. You were absolutely right. We did it all for the presents.”

[what-if-rpg]

Welcome to the family, HAN! Your application to DANIELLE HARPER was accepted. We’re really happy to have you around! Make sure to read the beginners checklist, and remember, have fun! We can’t wait to roleplay with you! Have fun!

IN CHARACTER

CHARACTER NAME: Danielle “Dani”  Elizabeth Harper CHARACTER AGE & DATE OF BIRTH: 28, August 21st OCCUPATION: Barista/Aspiring Singer-Songwriter. FACE CLAIM: Demi Lovato HOMETOWN & CITY WHERE LIVES NOW: Taylor, Texas, NYC, New York SEXUAL ORIENTATION & GENDER: Lesbian, Cisgender Female RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single POSITIVE TRAITS: warm, dedicated, gifted NEGATIVE TRAITS: aloof, anxious, hypercritical CHARACTER QUOTE/LYRIC: “My mind and me. We don't get along sometimes. And it gets hard to breathe. But I wouldn't change my life. And all of the crashin' and burnin' and breakin', I know now.”- My Mind & Me (Selena Gomez) ANYTHING ELSE?: I’d like to tweak the headcanons a bit with name changes and a couple of concept changes which I’ve included below, copying and pasting what was written previously. I also think I’d like for her to be a barista, working to make ends meet and song-writing on the side with the goal to be a singer one day. She’s just hustling and making her way in NYC at the moment. I’d like the evolution of her career to be something I explore through her dash interactions, tasks and self-paragraphs. Oh, my favorite Marvel character is Black Panther.

HEADCANONS

Dani will always love Santana even now, she was the girl that got away and Dani regrets letting her go, but she is too prideful to admit it, and seeing Santana being happy with Brittany leaves her melancholy, and often, when she’s drunk, a bit bitter and resentful. She keeps Santana and Britt at a distance and tries her best to fake it as she wrestles with the one that got away.

Dani has a notebook of songs that she’s too shy to share with anyone just yet but she can  be seen singing covers and trying out a few of her originals at the local coffee shop she works at.

Dani had her first time with Santana, it was special and romantic (yet with a little bit of booze in their systems). She hasn’t sleep with anyone else since.

Dani struggles with depression, anxiety and PTSD from her home life. Her father, once her biggest hero, the one she would sit at the pew and watched for hours, turned violent, angry, lashing out at her family. She struggles most when the voices of her past come back to haunt her. .  She escaped to NYC at the pushing and prodding of her grandmother after her father kicked her out of the house.

Dani has a crush on Juliette Fabray, a best friendship that’s beginning to bubble into something more. Dani’s not quite ready to admit to herself what it could mean.

CONNECTIONS

PARENTS: Ramon & Gina Harper. Growing up, Dani, known primarily as Danielle in a small town just outside of Austin was a devoted church kid, the one who taught Sunday school to younger children while her father preached in the next room, or sat at the pews next to her mother. Gina knew that her daughter was gay but her father, a devout Catholic preacher in the bible belt, couldn’t stand to face what that would mean for the church and his reputation. So, she kicked her out. SIBLINGS/OTHER IMPORTANT FAMILY: Grandmother, Grandmother Lila Jean, was the one who took Dani in when her parents kicked her out. Dani talks to her grandmother weekly, if not daily when she’s struggling the most. CLOSE FRIEND: Rachel Berry & Quinn Fabray: They both took it upon themselves to take Dani under their wing and welcome her to the big city. Juliette Fabray: Her best friend and current crush. Juliette spends a lot of time reading at the coffee shop/bookstore that Dani currently works at. Dani gives her free drinks and they chat over the newest book that Juliette is inevitably reading.

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[drkatjones]

Why don't you stop by my class sometime on Thursday then? And because I don't like to disappoint you, I can maybe show you Daphne later. I do have her costume too.

And I think maybe I have only shown you the best of me. There are plenty of things I do not excel in. Not to say I told you so but I did know that there would be some that would make you proud. A good lawyer has to have a specific kind of confidence to them. The kind that says they've won before they even know the objective or rules to the gam. A confidence you have in abundance. And you should take them on as interns. They can only grow from exposure to you.

Wow, I wasn't expecting you to disappoint me. I do still wanna see it though.

Oh please, I'm sure you're killing the teaching thing. You've been pretty amazing at everything for as long as I've known you. Classes are cool, I guess. I thought all of these kids were gonna suck, but I actually have a few promising ones. Probably because they're just as vindictive as I was at that age, and I love it! They're actually making me consider pulling an Annalise Keating and letting them intern at my firm.

[redheadgleek]

For the meme- a, s, d, f, g, h, j, k, l

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

Oh gosh, way too many to list. My main ships right now are Kurt/Blaine and Jack/Bitty. Jeremon/Siremy was developing but alas. 

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

I don’t ever feel like I have original thoughts about characters. :( But this is the drabble that I wrote about a particular headcanon of mine for zimbits: 

During their first conversation after graduation, Bitty in Madison, Jack in Montreal, Jack casually tells Bitty “I love you.” Because of course he’s going to say it - he is in love with Bitty, so why should he wait until an arbitrary point in the future when it’s more acceptable?

Bitty is stunned speechless again, stammering out “I love you too,” before hanging up and clutching his phone to his chest.

This boy, this boy.

Their next conversation, Bitty doesn’t hesitate to call Jack “sweetheart,” peppering their conversation with pet names. It’s worth it to see the blush on Jack’s cheeks.

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

I really wished i liked Brittana. :/

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

I guess that depends on your definition of “in a fandom”. In terms of being “actively looking for, consuming, and occasionally creating fanworks and meta, and once in a while interacting with other fans in fandom spaces,” probably Glee/Klaine. 

A timeline of my fandoms: 

The X-Files - 1998-2002ish. I started watching the show after the first movie, joined a mailing list/webpage called Fox William Mulder on the Web where we dissected every hair style and glower, watched every episode, cut my hair like Dana Scully, learned every word to David Duchovny Why Won’t You Love Me, etc. I stopped watching after the eighth season (I wasn’t too bitter that David Duchovny left, but the flavor of the show definitely changed after that) and only watched a few episodes of the (then) last season. I haven’t watched this last season (yet), but I still read the occasional fanfic.

Gilmore Girls - 2000-2008 or so? I watched the show from the beginning, and I think I joined Stars-Hollow.org, which was a fan-forum where I lurked for years, but once Jess was introduced as a character, I was completely hooked. I wrote my first fic in 2002, joined LJ, met Becka who became one of my dearest friends, stopped watching the show, and trickled out of fandom. Several of the women from that fandom reconnected on facebook, so there’s an endless FB chat that is still ongoing. Gilmore Girls got me through medical school and for that, it’ll always be special. I never did watch the reboot though.

Lord of the Rings - 2001-2008ish. I was so excited with the development of the movies and followed the set pictures like a hawk. When the movies came out, I created a fan group to talk about the books and got heavily involved in the Henneth-Annun.net groups. This is when I really got into writing drabbles and tried writing LOTR poetry (I failed). 

Doctor Who - 2007-2010. I’m either a “I watched from the very beginning fan!” or a “I started watching at the very end and then got retoactively involved” - the latter was the case for DW. I started watching after the first three seasons (Runaway Bride was the first episode I watched). I watched all of the episodes on YouTube, which at the time had a 7 minute limit for videos, so it was 7 minute pieces of all of the episodes, and fell in love with Rose Tyler after she had already left the show. *sigh* I spent hours on Time and Chips and WhoFic in med school and early residency. 

Harry Potter/Harmony - 2003-2008ish. I talked about this with my ask from klaineharmony already. 

Lost - 2004-2010. Loved this series from the very beginning and I mostly got into it because of Dominic Monaghan, so Charlie was my favorite from the very beginning. I never read a lot of fanfic though - my fandom experience was more squeeing with others on LJ, but I was more involved in other fandoms. 

Glee/Klaine: 2009-now. I watched the show from the beginning, but for a while, I was much more into other shows (Lost, primarily). And then Klaine happened and Glee Live. I found my way to tumblr, where I mostly lurked (primarily because I went spoiler free by the middle of season 4 and so many people were not spoiler free), but then became friends with tchrgleek and glomped onto wowbright and met a whole bunch of you after glee ended. It’s been three years since the show ended and I’m still talking about it, so who knows when I’ll actually find a new fandom. 

Zimbits: 2015-now. 

G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it?

I have had lots of OTPs. My very first one, shipped from the moment I saw/read them, was Anne Shirley/Gilbert Blythe, but I didn’t realize then that they were my OTP. My first “squee and let me read all about them on this new, fresh internet!’ was Lois and Clark in 1993-95. 

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)?

I probably get more involved in fandoms based on tv shows than other format as the original work feels so fluid and changing and there’s so much to examine, more than books or movies which are done in two hours. 

J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr. (You don’t have to care about it or follow it; it just has to be something that Tumblr made you aware of.)

Check Please. I was definitely a post-kiss “what is this that has exploded on my dash? Why would I be interested in a comic about hockey? Guess I’ll read, OMG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH” fan. 

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

Kurt Hummel. Truly one of the most nuanced and multi-faceted character ever and I love his arc and his story and I just want more. 

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.)

Since I mentioned that I don’t like Brittana, primarily because of Santana, I’ll say that I genuinely enjoy the banter and sassiness between her and Kurt. 

[aliford]

Dude, I'm not the villain in an after school special, I don't get people high, I just pass the shit if they want me to pass the shit. But my thing is percussion, I'll be surprised if less than half of them don't roll in smelling like they were just hot boxing in their car.

Trust me, that accreditation is about to fly out the window now. You know you can't get the students high while teaching them shit, right?

[thegleerealworld-blog]

Welcome to The Real World house, JESS! We are very excited to have SANTANA LOPEZ here at the Real World house. Don’t forget to send in your account within 24 hours and make sure to re-read the rules and check out the navigation so you know what tags to track! We can’t wait for you to join us.

BEHIND THE SCENES:

Name: Jess. Age: 24. Timezone: EST. Activity Level: 7/10; I try to respond to text posts and chatzy’s on mobile during the day while I’m at work (I try not to dash chat from work that often, because I hate not being able to use gifs). Tuesdays and Thursdays I’m off, and am usually on ALL DAY. Other than that, I’m on every night after 10:30 until usually about 2am.  Previous Accounts: Removed for privacy. Triggers: Removed for privacy. Anything else?: Removed for privacy.

READY, SET, ACTION:

Character Name: Santana Lopez. Date of Birth: January 12th. Sexuality: Bicurious. Occupation: Exotic Dancer. Current Location: San Antonio, Texas. Three Positive Traits: Loyal, Honest, Intelligent. Three Negative Traits: Hard-headed, Sarcastic, Egotistical.

Biography:

From the time she was a small child, Santana had a knack for manipulation. Her Abuela used to tell her stories about how, while most little girls were carrying around baby dolls and doing their barbie’s hair, she was lining them up ass a judge and jury, and prosecuting all the ‘icky boy dolls.’ Most in her family found it endearing, but none of them could guess that it would end up transferring into some serious personality disorders.

All throughout grade school, she used these 'talents’ to get what she wanted. It was in her nature to play with whatever 'toy’ she wanted, and then twist any scenario to put her on top, and them wondering how they could have managed to be so stupid as to lose a friend or girlfriend like Santana Lopez. Made it easy for her to get what she wanted out of people, then ditch them when she got bored. But this also made it impossible for her to create any lasting relationships. Because of this, she’s in her mid-20’s and has never had a real boyfriend/girlfriend. Under all that hard (but amazingly flawless) exterior, and behind all those well constructed walls, she’s got a soft spot no one has quite been able to hit before.

After graduation, when her parents got divorced because her dad was caught cheating after her mother let slip that she never even wanted children, Santana shut down to emotions completely. Or, at least, she’s tried to. Dancing has been a perfect solution for her. She can control men, defy her parents, and use her body to distract people from the real her.

Her grandma is ill, on her death bed, and causing the very careful blocks she’s built to come crumbling down. In her mind, this show is the perfect way to distract herself.

Para Sample: Removed for privacy.

YOUR FIRST CONFESSIONAL:

WHY ARE YOU AUDITIONING FOR THE REAL WORLD?

Big house, buff guys, beautiful girls and seclusion from the monotonic disaster that is the outside world? Sounds like a vacation if I’ve ever heard one.

WHAT AND WHO ARE YOU LEAVING BEHIND BACK HOME?

Some lame people that I couldn’t be happier to get away from and mi abuela. But also a few animals that I’ll miss more than I care to admit. Animals are better than people.

WHAT DO YOU HOPE TO GAIN IN THE NEXT SIX MONTHS IN SAN FRANCISCO?

A few more notches in my belt and an even more flawless tan.

WHILE ON THE REAL WORLD, AMERICA IS WATCHING YOUR EVERY MOVE. WHAT’S THE FIRST THING YOU WANT TO SAY TO THE VIEWERS AT HOME?

Remember to lock the door before you start spankin’ it. Wouldn’t want the wife or kiddos walking in.

[smythehq]

fine. you can come - and i won't campaign to you - but only if you wear the skimpiest bikini you own. i'm adding smoking hot babes in teeny bikini to the party invitations.

If you promise not to repeat all of this at the party, I'll go. But just know I'm using you for that hot tub, and as soon as the speeches start, I'm leaving.

[romerutherford]

Okay, that's okay San, you don't have to bring a date, everything's okay. I bet there will be someone exactly hot enough for you to want to make out with and if not you'll have still learned a lot of valuable information, so it's a win/win.

That's both a blessing and a curse. What if there is someone hot there and I do wanna suck face with them? I can't bring a date to something like that, Rome. You're killing me here.