#Santana lopez fanfiction

[girlkisser13]

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dating santana lopez would include

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Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 where monsters that are said to be something of a fantasy come to life to destroy you, wrecking you for any other person. no matter where you are or where you go, they will always find you.

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warnings will be added story, a big thanks to @shadeysprings and @alovecraft for helping me

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𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 ft count dracula lucius malfoy x human reader.

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𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 ft werewolf logan howlett x omega reader.

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆- 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 ft bigfoot kraven kravinoff x clueless reader.

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓 ft demon jefferson x huntress reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔, 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏�� 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 ft grim reaper morticia addams x naive reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 ft death ichabod crane x innocent reader.

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𝒃𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅 ft scarecrow sweeney todd x oblivious reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 ft devil klaus mikaelson x purely sinful reader.

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒂- 𝒐𝒉, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅𝒚 ft ghost captain jack sparrow x lost reader.

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𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒃 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒅 ft black widow spider jane smith x clumsy reader.

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𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 ft ogre curtis everett x dumb reader.

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𝒂 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒛𝒆, 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚 ft minotaur sam wilson x astray reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕- 𝒐𝒉, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 ft clown damon salvatore x birthday girl reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 ft frankenstein bucky barnes, frankenstein’s monster edward scissorhands x indecisive reader.

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𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔, 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒓 ft wizard maxwell sheffield x student reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅, 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 ft witch santana lopez x victim reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒚 ft siren rosalie hale x entranced reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏- 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 ft the mummy lara croft x explorer reader.

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𝒃𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒐'𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 ft the invisible man geralt of rivia x unaware reader.

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𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕'𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 ft the wolfman henry cavill x priest's daughter reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 ft black lagoon creature shane walsh x swimmer reader.

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𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒅, 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 ft beetlejuice robert ‘mr freezy’ pronge x troubled reader.

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sorry. || santana lopez and sam evans?

you and santana were…friends, well secret friends, who sometimes makes out and sometimes scissor. it’s complicated, santana tells you it’s nothing, and you tell her ‘ok��� simply agreeing with her instead of arguing.

she had boyfriend, well still has, and it’s puck, she tells you, that she’s gonna break up with him, but it’s always, later, or ‘why do you even care?’ you shrugged it off, knowing deep inside that you cared a little, and plus it was deep inside you, like her fin-

but moving on, you hated the fact that you were just her little side piece, god you felt like a mistress, you hated how she treated you like a shit, she was degrading you every minute, not that you didn’t like it, but still.

her words felt like a stab in your heart, when you weren’t having sex, but still, she called you all the things there was in the book of ‘lopez insults’

—that’s her notebook that filled all the insults she said to people, and to who. you were a big topic on that book, being the number one she bullies, at least you were number one to her.

and what upseted you the most is whenever a guy takes interest in you, possibly asking you out, and she would drive them away, telling them lies about you, causing them to not text you back anymore.

and what was worse, was that she didn’t care, she didn't care one bit, she didn't care she was hurting you, she didn't care that you were crying in front of her. instead she's kicking you out, even if it was your own room.

she hurt you, a lot, too many to count, to hurt to count, so you stopped, replying to her texts, eventually started to ignore her, as if she would ever talk to you in school. but still you ignored her, whenever you see her in the hallways to whenever you see her enter a bathroom, when you really need to pee. just ignoring her whole entire existance.

until, a boy, with beach blond hair, big lips, tall, muscular, came into your world. you were in charge of showing him around the school, you guys talked, which led to laughing, which led to him slowly and softly flirting with you, not giving out the image if a creep who just wants to get into a girl's pants.

in fact, he was excited to get to know you, your ups and downs, your wrongs ,your rights, everything about your life just seemed interesting to him. and it was surprising, since he was the star quarter back, he had blonde hair, he was the perfect type, a stereotypical ken, while you, you were a Raquelle.

when he came to you, asking for advice on how to ask a girl out, you thought he was gonna ask out Quinn Fabray, i mean who wouldn't, she was your stereotypical Barbie, plus the pregnant part. even though you were hurt on the inside, as you thought that, but you were used to getting hurt, so you shrugged it off.

"well first, courting, every woman wants that. take her on dates, wait patiently for a yes, but to ask her that, you have to give her presents, first." you tell the boy, as an idea sparked in his mind. "give her chocolates, or flowers. but for me, i personally, i don't get the use of flowers, i mean they're boring, and well chocolates are the best."

then that sparked turned into an even bigger one. "and honestly, just be yourself. girls will like that." you smile at him, one last time, before you walk off to your next class.

he was super sweet to you, he was a natural gentleman. he would hold your heavy bags, filled with textbooks, and some other stuff. he would wait for you in the entrance of the school. helping you carry your books to your next class, no matter how far his classroom was from yours. protecting you from the jocks, and slushees. there was even one time when he stood in front of you taking the slushee, since you wore a white shirt.

he helped you a lot, but not to much to leave you feeling like a helpless girl who needs help every second. he, again, was sweet to you, he was to good to be true. so Santana walked up to him. "hey there, sammy evans." she said, with a evil smirk upon her face.

"uh, hey." the blond boy said awkwardly. "haven't you heard?" she asks him. "that girl right there, has got a little problem" she adds, gesturing to an alcohol addiction.

"huh." the boy asked. "yeah, it's true, she was caught buying vodka in a liquor store." she nods, trying to make him believe. "yeah, so you should stay away from her, she'll just hurt you." and with that, the latina walked away, leaving the blond to be confused.

he believed her, a little. a big part of him knows that it was probably a lie. but, you kept secrets about you hidden very well, you knew how to hide something or not. but whatever it was, he knew he was ready to work through it with you.

so the next day, he came up to you, with a big, goofy grin. he wore a messy blazer over his shirt, and hid chocolates behind his back. "sooo, y/n. i want to make this twenty minutes before your first class, worth it." he paused taking a deep breath. "i want to court you. i've liked you for a really really long time, ever since i've first met, you. i like your eyes, i like your smile, the way you laugh, the way you style, the way your hair smells so good in the morning, the way you're often sleeping in class, but still manages to pass. the way you think you're not the most perfect human being, even though you surely are. even if you're mean to people, even to me. i like you so damn much, not to take this chance and leap into your heart. ew, cringe i know. but i like you, so so much. to the point-well i'm not gonna say it yet, i know how much you hate people saying that so early one. but i really really really, like you. and only you. no one else. just you, in my heart right here." he says, pointing to his heart.

"yes." you breath out, smiling. genuinely smiling, like a big dumb dork. "r-really?" his grins grows so much bigger, obviously happy with my answer.

"of course, who wouldn't you're absolutely fucking perfect." you chuckle, as he hugs you tightly. "i know how much you hate when romcom leads kiss each other the first second they meet each other."

"you know me so much. maybe too much." you joke, "i mean i do know you're secretly working undercover. but it's between us." he whispers, looking around, actually playing around with the joke.

what you didn't know was, santana was actually watching from the far, an unsettling feeling in her stomach. she wanted to shrug it off, but she couldn’t, just seeing you being so happy with someone that wasn’t her, it just does that.

so she made a plan. after all your classes, you’re at your locker putting away your books, fortunately your class ended early, due; to only having a quiz the whole class hour.

but as you were walking to sam’s class, decided to wait for him there, you were suddenly pulled into the janitors closet, by your bag. the lights were close, you felt someone behind your back, while a hand covered your mouth, shutting you off, their other arm wrapped around you tightly, to refrain you from leaving, or fighting back.

you were scared, you didn’t know who this person was, of course you were scared. it lasted about ten minutes, when the arm tightly wrapped around you let you go to open the light. you immediately turned back around, reaching for the door knob, but it was locked.

"ow! my feet!" a voice too familiar said. "what the fuck do you want?" your voice stern. your face cold. "i want you. it's been to long since we're last together." she said, walking closer to you, placing a quick kiss on your neck. "fuck off." you push her away.

"y/n. i'm sorry." you couldn't believe it, santana lopez, the santana lopez said sorry to you. "what?" you mumble. "i treated you like absolute shit. i put away your feelings, and i am so so sorry. i'm willing to do anything to make you forgive me. i camd to my senses and realized that, i'm..i'm in love with you. i'm in love with you y/n. i treated you like shit because i felt like shit being in love with you, i knew you would never reciprocate. so i treated yo that way. but i was really just mad at myself. i'm sorry." she says, genuinely.

"i like you too. liked you. but you just treated me like shit, you made me feel like i was nothing but a waste of air." she looked down on her feet, biting her lip not knowing what to say. "i know you're sorry."

"i really am.”

“i know. but you’re too late.”

“sorry.”

“i know.”

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"People shouldn't be on their own. Not when the worst things happen." ↳ Happy birthday @pouralittlewater

[adankrivervalleynearyou]

glee textposts 3

[yourstreetserenade]

A Tale of Two Barbies on FFN.net: Welcome to Barbieland! A place where everything is perfect, everyone is always happy and every day is the best day ever. It's Brittana but like, Barbie.

[iiiknowplaces]

collide, santana lopez.

| warnings: fem!reader, santana being absolutely DOWN BAD, best friends to lovers, miscommunication trope, angst, angry love confession, reader is/was a cheerio, set in glee season 2.

we bringing back the 2018 instagram edit audio for this one !!

santana lopez never thought she'd be in such a compromising position. she was smarter than this, she knew how to avoid situations that could possibly put her at risk, yet, she'd failed. why? she was madly in love with her best friend. one that's straight (or she thinks). the two of you met in your freshman year at the cheerios prep camp, where you were the new girl in town. she immediately was charmed, which she thought was platonic (spoiler alert! it was not), so the two of you became friends, along with quinn and brittany. you two were always a little closer with each other than with the other two, for some totally unknown reason. it was at the end of sophomore year, where you two had gone through glee, which helped santana find herself a bit more, and made her realize that she may not be as straight as she wished. it took just about the entirety of summer to come to terms with the fact, but she did. and by the time junior year had started, she also managed to pinpoint the cause of her questioning, you.

it was solos week in the glee club, which was widely loved by everyone, especially the ones who never get solos. you had performed a beautiful rendition of "safe and sound" by taylor swift, leaving santana in absolute awe. how could someone be so angelic? the hardest part was acting like the song hadn't rocked her world, especially when you sat next to her when you'd finished. she internally freaked out, wondering why you had sat next to her, before snapping back into reality and remembering that that was in fact your seat. you'd seemed to notice her turmoil, raising an eyebrow at her antics, which got a nervous smile in return, prompting you to look back at the front of the room where kurt stood, ready to perform.

"shit", is what the latina thought when you'd waited for her after glee. she'd forgotten that the two of you were going to hang out at her house afterwards to "do your homework" (code for gossip and watch romcoms). she was snapped out of her thoughts by your sweet voice.

"are you ready to go, tana?"

she loved when you used nicknames. if only it was one like 'sweetheart' or 'baby', instead of a shortened version of her name, but she'd take what she could get. she nodded, grabbing her binder and linking arms with you.

the two of you were now walking to her car, where you skipped slightly ahead, ranting on about your day and how sam kept trying to copy your work, while she listened and watched your movements. she zoned out, watching the graceful bounce of your hair when you skipped a little too high, and the way the light shone off your skin, and how-

"are you even listening to me?" you deadpanned, looking at the girl expectantly.

"y-yes! sorry." she stuttered nervously. she hoped you couldn't see the blush on her cheeks. you smiled as an acceptance of her apology, and she smiled back, not being able to stop herself from looking incredibly cheesy, with the most loving smile she could muster. you didn't seem to notice the feeling poured into that look, continuing your rambles. she could listen to you complain all day, especially if it was about sam evans.

you laying in her bed was a sight she wished she could see everyday. sure, you were in a ratty, oversized shirt paired with shorts you'd stolen from her closet, but she didn't think she'd ever seen something more enticing. you had managed to beg your way into watching your favorite romcom (not that it took much, she'd do just about anything you asked), so now she was stuck watching "500 days of summer" again, which in her opinion, is most definitely not a romcom, based on the way summer screwed him over, but your argument of "google is free", leading in a google search, where it was in fact listed as a romcom, got it on her tv. you were blabbering about how hot joseph gordon-leavitt was, when she decided to speak up, the words leaving her mouth faster than her brain could catch up.

"yeah, he's cute. but just look at zooey deschanel, i'd much rather date her." she hadn't realized what she said until you looked over to her, eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

"oh? santana lopez, did you just say you'd date a girl?" your voice was teasing, but it didn't help the pang in her heart when she heard it.

"maybe. what's wrong with that?" her tone was defensive, it's what she did best. she didn't know what else to do except get defensive.

"nothing! i just didn't take you as the type."

"really? because i've been in love with you for two years." she smacked her hand over her mouth incredibly quick, because did she really just say that? she really needs to work on thinking before she speaks.

"i... what?" you looked confused, eyes wide and face flushed.

"nothing...! pretend i didn't say that, please." oh god, she's just digging herself in an even deeper hole, and her heart dropped when you shook your head.

"no. are you... are you serious? like have you actually...?" you ask, eyebrows furrowed as you shift onto your side to look at her better.

"yes! okay, yes! i'm serious! i've been in love with you since freshman year!" she wasn't sure when she'd stopped whispering nervously and started yelling passionately, but it'd happened. you were surprised by the sudden demeanor change, sitting up and reaching your hands out to attempt to calm her, but it was too late.

"santana-"

"no, alright! don't 'santana' me! i've had to watch you screw around with finn and with sam while i've been right here this whole time! do you know how bad that's hurt?! falling in love with your straight best friend?!" again, she wasn't sure when dry eyes had turned into streams of salt water rolling down her cheeks, and when wishing to hold your hands turned to pushing them away. she was about to start yelling again, when you grasped her shoulders to get her attention.

"santana, look at me. i want you to listen," it was always difficult to defy you, because the way you got her to shut up so quickly should be studied in history books. "i love you too. and for one, i am not straight, don't insult me like that again." she looked at you incredulously, pausing to soak the words she'd been waiting ages to hear in, before pulling you in to a kiss quickly. it wasn't anything sexual, no, it was full of love and emotion. you pulled back, stunned, before your lips melted into a smile, wiping away the tears on her face with your thumbs. you crawled off her lap, settling beside her, in the same position you were before. she felt disappointed for a second, before feeling the warmth of your body cuddling up against her side, watching the movie again.

okay santana post woo!! just a btw i know safe and sound wasn't released until 2012 but let's just pretend the timeline isn't fucked up. also my requests are open (santana included), so go look at my pinned post for the list! okay bye!!!

[unholy-fabray]

"In the summer of 1898, Santana Lopez joined the J.P. Adams & Son Traveling Circus & Menagerie as it toured the states of the Upper American Midwest. She also fell in love with the knife thrower's daughter."

Ever since I first read this fanfic in 2012, it's held a very special place in my head/heart. I still think about rereading it at least once a year. Over a decade later and I finally made some fanart!

Old-timey version + details version under the cut:

[logbush]

P.Y.T

2010 words

idk enemies to lovers

santana lopez x reader

summary- you've always hated santana and santana has always hated you, but then for a duets lesson, you two get partnered up.

A/n: i've been wanting to write something else for santana for a while now, i've got somethings cooking up rn lol.

you were sat next to mercedes and kurt waiting for glee club to start. “so y/n, whats up with you and santana?” mercedes questioned. “yeah i want to know too. there has to be something there,” kurt added on. you shook your head before looking behind them at santana, who, to your surprise, was already looking at you. as soon as your eyes met hers she looked away. you shrugged this off as nothing but a judge mental glare and looked back at your friends, “nothings up, we hate each other” you said sternly. they both shook their heads, “one of you wants more,” kurt stated. you shook your head as schue walked in, cutting your conversation short.

“alright!” schuester clapped his hands together as he started, “this weeks lesson is a return of our duets! our duet for regionals needs to be killer guys!” he walked towards the piano and looked at the teenagers watching him. “the winner of our challenge will be singing at regionals,” rachel raised her hand, “will you let us pick our partners this time?” schue grinned before leaning down “i am so glad you asked rachel” he said as he stood back up straight with a hat in his hands. the glee club groaned. “who wants to draw first?” he quizzed.

rachel shot up and walked towards the piano before reaching her hand in the hat and grabbing out a piece of paper. “kurt” she read. kurt gave her a fake smile before looking towards you and mercedes and rolling his eyes. you shrugged and walked down next. you grabbed a piece of paper from the hat before looking at schue “can i grab a new one?” you questioned quietly. “no,” he said while shaking his head. you sighed before looking straight at the latina cheerleader you hated. “santana,” you stated.

mercedes and kurt let out muffled laughs before you shot them a glare quickly making them shut up. you walked back to your seat with a sigh, “you guys are gonna be dating by the end of this week, im calling it,” mercedes said as soon as you sat down, “shut up,” you snapped back.

after everyone got their partners, they went to begin working on their songs. you walked over to santana and sat next to her, ignoring any eye contact. she did the same before sighing, “we need to work together, we cant hate each other for this week,” she acknowledged. you nodded your head “i know.” you began “lets do something upbeat” she nodded "yeah let's do something we can dance to" she agreed. you shook your head before turning to look at her "im not as good of a dancer as you" you said. santana smiled at you as she made eye contact with you. "you've never complimented me before" she said softly, you shook your head "don't take it to heart" you stood up and looked down at her "tonight, your place, 5, we're gonna work on the song" you said before walking out of the choir room.

you knocked at her front door at 5:05. santana opened the door for you a few moments later, "youre late" she stated. you shrugged "and you waited for me," the cheerleader rolled her eyes "it's my house stupid, come on," she heaved, walking downstairs. you walked inside and shut the door before following her into the basement. she turned back to look at you "what song do you want to do?" she quizzed you. you sat down on a brown woven chair and shrugged "you have to choose" santana groaned and stood in front of you with her arms crossed, why is she kinda hot right now?, you thought ignoring what she was saying. "y/ln." she said sternly, making you come back to life. "what'd you say? i got distracted by your obnoxious decor" not your best comeback, the only thing you could think of at the time though. santana rolled her eyes and pulled you out of her chair. "that the worst thing you've ever said," she exhaled.

the cheerleader pulled out her phone, putting it on shuffle. "whatever song this lands on is the song we're going to do" you nodded and watched her. santana was staring at her phone, praying that it wouldn't play something dumb. you listened as her phone speakers began playing p.y.t by michael jackson. you both looked at each other and sighed. you weren't going to back out and reshuffle it, so you settled on it. "you're the dancer out of the two of us, you have to make the choreo" you stated as she put her phone down. "i need to know what you can do first" she looked at you as you shrugged. "make the choreo and i'll tell you if i can do it or not" santana groaned and crossed her arms while watching you. "i'll make all the harmonies, and you make the choreo, it's a perfect mashup" you said as you went to go find some paper and a pencil. "the cabinet to your left dumbass" she yelled out to you as she began listening to the song over and over, trying to visualize the choreography.

you ended up staying over for hours. "we should get something to eat" santana called out to you, looking at you sitting on the same woven chair you sat on forever ago, doodling on the paper you had found. you shrugged before nodding. "yeah sure, but we should cook something" the latina looked at you, slightly disgusted. "why would we do that?" you stood up and looked down at her "because it would be a good bonding experience" you answered, reaching your hand out to her. santana grabbed your hand, using it to pull herself up. the two of you walked up the stairs together and walked into the kitchen. "you're still holding my hand tana" you said with a smirk as she looked down at your hands. she quickly yanked her hand back, scoffing "you were holding my hand" she mumbled, clearly flustered by the nickname you called her. "do you know how to cook?" she asked. you nodded "yeah, what do you have?" santana shrugged before moving back to let you search around. you weren't exactly sure what you were going to make "can i just make mac and cheese?" you quizzed. you looked back at her "im just going to order a pizza" she stated before quickly calling a local pizza place before you could interrupt.

the pizza arrived after about twenty minutes. "hey can i ask you a question?" santana questioned you as she went to grab two plates. "sure what's up" you took a plate from her before grabbing a piece of pizza. "do you like anyone right now?" she questioned you as you two began walking back down to the basement, pizza in hand. "why do you want to know that?" you questioned in reply. she shrugged, "so i can tell them and ruin your chances, obviously" she sat down on the floor, leaving the chair open for you, you instead sat down next to her, leaning against the wall, "i don't know, i don't think so but maybe" you said in reply, not trying to give her too much information. santana looked kind of sad as she said "oh i see"

now, you didn't want to admit this, but maybe you were starting to catch feelings for santana. you liked how controlling she was, no one ever fought back against you. you admired that quality in her. you admired her work ethic, and that she said whatever she wanted. and, bonus, she's super hot.

once you two finished eating, santana started teaching you the choreography. “bend and snap” she says as she did the motions. “i expected you to make this harder” you stated as you copied her. the cheerleader scoffed “do you want me to make it harder?” she asked with a soft smirk on her face. you nodded “oh you’re going to regret that” she says smugly. you shrugged before sitting back down on the chair “i doubt it”

in glee club the next day, you and santana had decided to do your duet. “i dont know if i can do the dip” you whispered next to her. the cheerleader looked at you with a soft smile, “you can do it. i know you can” she reassured, gently taking your hand in hers. this caused you to smile and gently squeeze her hand, before you realized what was happening and yanked your hand back. santana frowned at this before looking straight ahead and straight faced, trying to avoid anyone seeing her emotion. schue walked in to the choir room “we have our first duet today, give it up for santana and y/n!” he said while clapping his hands near the end of his sentence. the glee club clapped along with him. you and santana walked down and looked at each other "you can do this" she whispered so only you could hear. you smiled and pointed to the band, causing them to begin playing the song.

you started,

"you know you, you make me feel so good inside"

you and santana were circling around one another.

"i always wanted a girl like you

such a p.y.t"

neither you or she wanted to say this part, so you decided to flip a coin. it landed on heads. you chose heads. the rest of the performance went smoothly. the chemistry between you two was palpable. then, the scary part came, the dip.

the dip was when you dipped santana down between your legs before bringing her back up quickly and holding her close to your chest, ending the song. you were scared that you might drop her, you didn't think you had the strength. santana reassured you that even if you did drop her, she could save it and make it look like it was planned.

you quickly dipped her down before pulling her up, holding her against your chest as the song ended. you felt santanas breath against your neck. your hand gripped on her waist before you went for it. you placed your lips on hers, ignoring the glee club watching. the cheerleaders arms wrapped around your neck, deepening the kiss. you both saw fireworks. you continued like this for a few moments before schue walked over and tapped you on the shoulder "y/n, santana, wrap it up" you quickly opened your eyes before pulling away from her and running out of the choir room. santana chased after you, desperately trying to keep what she thought had formed.

"y/n wait!" she yelled out to you. you sighed and leaned against a locked, sitting down on the cold linoleum tile. santana stood in front of you and made eye contact "why did you kiss me?" she mumbled as she sat down across from you. you sighed and looked down at her "santana," you started, taking her hands in yours "yesterday, i think i caught feelings for you" she was about to speak before you cut her off "and i don't know if you like me back or what but i just-" santana cut you off with a quick kiss. you sat stunned before she pulled away "i have feelings for you too y/n" you stood up, pulling her up with you before kissing her deeply. she kissed you back as her arms wrapped around your neck. your hands gripped onto her waist as she pushed you against the locker. "we can't make out right now" you said in between kisses. santana pulled away and pouted "why not?" you chuckled and interlocked your hands before walking down the hallway "glee club is expecting us to make our relationship debut"

you and santana walked inside the choir room, hand and hand. you went to go sit down next to kurt and mercedes "i told you something was there" mercedes said "it didn't even take a week" kurt added on. "shut up." you said with a smile.

[jackiearduennakiramman]

special place in my heart for queer characters whose main obstacle in their coming out is their own internal homophobia opposed to external homophobia

[words-of-mo]

#Glee #Brittana #fanfiction - Chapter 64 of “Tell our story” is finally online! "While Santana and Brittany enjoy their time at home with their kids, they take a weekend off to celebrate their 10th wedding anniversary."

General synopsis of this fanfic: "A 6 months pregnant Santana tries to sell her Glee TV show project while Brittany runs a successful dance school in L.A. with Mike Chang”. Focuses on Brittana’s personal and professional developments. Sweet, funny but also dramatic at times. Features most of the Glee characters. Rated M.

[buffynha]

Muse

By: crushed2

Brittany Pierce left everything behind in Ohio in hopes of finding a new beginning in New York City, and by everything she meant her trust in people and her passion for performing. A chance encounter with a beautiful model may just change all of that.

Rated: Fiction M

Genre: Romance/Drama

Pairing: Santana L., Brittany P.

Status: on going

Chapters: 28

Words: 462,526

Published: Apr 8, 2022

Updated: Jan 29, 2025

[will-schuester-hate-blog]

brittana carmilla au save me. save me brittana carmilla au. brittana carmilla au please.

[somegleeficiwrote-blog]

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Glee (TV 2009) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Santana Lopez/Brittany S. Pierce, Rory Flanagan/Sugar Motta, Rachel Berry/Mike Chang, Dani/Sam Evans Characters: Santana Lopez, Brittany S. Pierce, Dani (Glee), Sam Evans (Glee), Rachel Berry, Mike Chang, Sugar Motta, Rory Flanagan, Tina Cohen-Chang Additional Tags: Season/Series 06, Weddings, Wedding Fluff, Wedding Night, Canon Lesbian Relationship, Sex, Making Up, Hook-Up, Getting Back Together, Drunk Sex, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Mental Breakdown, Penis In Vagina Sex, First Time Blow Jobs, Hate Sex, Strap-Ons, Fluff and Smut Summary:

A story set at Brittany and Santana's wedding told in 4 parts all based on the poem: "Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, & Something Blue."

Something Old: Sugar reconnects with her exboyfriend Rory over flower arrangements. Something New: Weddings are tough on Rachel since she never got to have hers. Something Borrowed: Sam teaches Dani that it was better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. Something Blue: Brittany and Santana start their lives together with a bang.

[dottiep]

I guess I have a masterlist now?

Regina x Janis

Just Let Me Try: After Regina gets pushed by the bus, she and Janis are both recovering. Janis works on herself, and they repair their relationship to try to find something — something that is more than good enough. (Multiple chapters, in progress)

Quinn x Santana

Reposting some Quinntana stories (like 90% smut, Seeing You for the First Time Again is the exception):

It Must Be Something in the Water

In Good Faith

Billable Hour

The Best Cure for Insomnia

Do You Know How Fast You Were Going?

Like an Animal

Office Hours

Serenity Now

Easy Like Sunday Morning

You Should Really Stretch First

A Weekend in the Hamptons (short 3 chapters)

Maybe a Three-Time Thing? (8 chapters, set after "I Do," complete)

Seeing You for the First Time Again (multiple chapters, unfinished but will probably work on finishing it now...maybe)

Santana x Rachel

Here's some Pezberry, too (100% smut).

Edge (10 years after high school, Santana runs into Rachel during a trip to NYC.)

No More Slushies (GKM fill)

Lending a Hand (GKM fill): Rachel is in tears after Finn does something stupid…again. Santana actually comforts her…in more ways than one.