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janatm · 1 month ago

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you know i made those mistakes maybe once or twice || PUCKTANA

tagging: Santana Lopez & Noah Puckerman

date & time: October 17, 2024 in the early evening

location: TABLE + ICE during the lockdown

warnings: none!

summary: After five long days in lock down, Puck and Santana have a conversation, shockingly not about their child who they were separated from.

word count: 1,583

PUCK

Glairing at 'em ain't gonna make 'em go away. [sits down next to her] You get the texts in the family chat? Apparently we're not slick for trynna get out of family weekend with an earthquake.

SANTANA

Fuck you. [groans] But yes, that's the only reason why I haven't committed any crimes in here...yet. And how dare she think that we'd choose being here over being anywhere else with her right now?

PUCK

I think I did maybe commit a crime at the place before this one but I was drunk and trynna get to our kid. [flexes his injured had absentmindedly] I wanna know why she thinks we'd pick earth bending when firebending is right there.

SANTANA

Did I not tell you not to do anything stupid? [scoffs] Just make sure Maya knows you did that on your own accord and I wasn't here to stop you. But I don't know. You know what kids think better than I do, so you'd have to answer that one, genius.

PUCK

Yeah, well, sober me barely listens to reason, why the fuck would drunk me? Trust me, she'll know it was all me, unfortunately I haven't been able to hide the dumbassery from her. I'm more concerned about my mom 'caise she's gonna want a whole conversation. [sighs already tired] Is that your way of calling me childish, Diabla?

SANTANA

Every day I wonder how you managed to get me into bed. [shakes her head] But don't worry, I'll talk to your mom with you. Being surrounded by disgustingly horny or emotional idiots will make you do something stupid. And speaking of...you reek, and as a 10 myself, I know what sex with a 10 smells like so I'm just gonna say I hope you at least put some plastic wrap on that thing. [rolls eyes] And I meant that you've raised our daughter her entire life so I'm sure you can understand her and her mindset better than I ever could.

PUCK

My charm and my smile, if I had to guess. [shrugs] Shut the fuck up, you can't smell that. And no, I don't need you and my mom lecruing me for being an fucking idiot, okay? I am already there, I got it. [throws his hands up in surrender because he just could not do a whole talk right now] Oh, yeah, she'd probably think we're avatars. That's the one that can do all of them.puck

SANTANA

Bullshit. [laughs] I'm like a bloodhound when it comes to mediocre sex, so who was it with? And how you did go from crying over Eva and Morgan, to screwing someone in this filth we've been trapped in for days? Sweat and sex tend to mix together and linger, so I can actually smell it. You need to go take a hoe bath, hoe. [shrugs] I have no clue what an avatar is, but I digress. Can you and my brother band together and get us the fuck out of here now though? I'm two seconds away from letting Snix out of her cage, and we do not need that.

PUCK

Hey, had to be something. [is offended she called any sex he would have mediocre] Eva and Morgan broke up with me, they don't want to talk to me, let alone figure shit out. And I was drunk and in my head, didn't even have anything to do with them. [at first he thought it was about him still being, god help him, heartbroken, but if he's honest with hismelf it really wasn't about them at all] I already tried that, almost broke my fucking hand, they can't keep us much longer, it's already been five fucking days. But I think Snix might be exactly the hero we need right now.

SANTANA

[rolls eyes] In your head about what? Being here and not with Maya, or is it something else? Still doesn't change the fact that you were probably as equally worried about them as they were you, meaning all of you still care and want the same thing. [hums] If Snix comes out, she'll draw blood, and I'm too hot for prison. Why can't we just walk out of the fucking door?

PUCK

Both. Caring about someone and wanting to be with them, isn't the same thing and that's what I want. I wanna be with them. We definitely aren't on the same page with that. [to be honest, Puck had wanted to walk out the door on day one minute one but the last time he tried didn't go so well] The first responders outside won't let anyone go out there unless it's to move them to somewhere safe or whatever.

SANTANA

Since we're stuck here, let's just settle this. Why was your dick in Kurt's mouth? If you knew you had feelings for them at the time, why not just tell them? I personally don't like being vulnerable myself, but you could have just sent a text saying you wanted to be exclusive and the problem would've been solved. [shrugs] But you do realize I can move the first responders, right? If I unleash Snix, they'll be the ones needing some care, but it would be worth it, right?

PUCK

You ain't figured that out yet? 'Cause I'm an idiot. I had just seen Morgan go on a date with Serena and saw Eva two seconds before she was going on a date and instead of telling either of 'em I didn't like that I decided to not be the only one not seeing other people. Then while my dick was in Kurt's mouth I just couldn't, so he stopped and neither one of us got off that night. And fine I should've said something, but they should've too. Apparently they figured it out before I did that they had legit feelings. Or at least Eva did. [considering it for a moment he shook his head] Probably not, what's best for Maya is for us to just do what they say.

SANTANA

[sighs] Did Morgan call it a date? 'Cause Serena's pretty full of herself so maybe she assumed it was more than it was, which could have just been friends going to hang out. And Eva's a baddie so maybe she was going out with friends and just looked hot? Women don't only get dressed up for men, you know? And uh..Eva dated my friend Addy a few years ago and they both got super freaked out about the relationship thing, so from what I know, she's never been the dating type. Maybe her telling Kurt how she felt was her working up the courage to tell you and Morgan, or even to accept all of this for herself. Have you ever talked to her or even Morgan about their dating history?

PUCK

[he is fucking exhausted and really just doesn't even want to talk about this whole situation anymore, there isn't anything he can do to fix it and at this point it's been made clear by every person in his life that this was his fault or mostly his fault so Morgan and Eva were right to break up with him and not want to talk to him anymore, the texts were sent because an earthquake happened, once everything went back to normal Eva and Morgan will still be done with him and he needed to accept that and give them the time and space they kept asking for] Yes, it was a date and yes she was dressed up for a date, that is what she called it. No we didn't talk about each other past dating or whatever. And honestly, none if it even matters anymore. They don't want to talk and they're right for breaking up with me. It sucks right now because I really liked them, but I'll stop being embarrassing eventually and get over it.

SANTANA

See, this is why I gave up dick. [laughs] Noah Puckerman, I love you, but you're dramatic as hell. All three of you were wrong, and all three of your sappy asses miss each other. Running away from it or trying to get over the fact that you all want each other is fucking dumb. But because I owe you a lifetime of gratitude, give me your phone. [holds hand out]

PUCK

No. [grabs his phone from his pocket and hidea his phone behind his back] They both said they need time and shit and I'm done reaching out, San. I have to be done. They've gotta choose it for themselves in their own fucking time and everybody's just gotta keep living and movin'.

SANTANA

You gave me time too, and I missed fifteen years of our daughter's life. Yes, that was my choice, but now that Maya's apart of my life again, I regret staying away for as long as I did. But what if you give them too much time and unlike me, they don't come back? Or someone swoops in and makes a move faster than you did...or didn't? [shrugs] Sometimes, people need a little push. That's all I'm saying.

PUCK

Yeah but you regret it now because I didn't force you into it then. [wipes a hand down his face, tired and exhausted] How many times am I suppose to push? You want my phone, fine, but before you send them a text that they will use to reject me for the 8th time, go look at the other texts I've sent, and then decide if you think I should still be pushing. [leaves his phone with her and leaves]

#character tag ( noah puckerman )#puck ( ft. santana lopez )#threads ( noah puckerman )

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puckhq · 2 months ago

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you know i made those mistakes maybe once or twice || PUCKTANA

tagging: Santana Lopez ( @psusantana ) & Noah Puckerman

date & time: October 17, 2024 in the early evening

location: TABLE + ICE during the lockdown

warnings: none!

summary: After five long days in lock down, Puck and Santana have a conversation, shockingly not about their child who they were separated from.

word count: 1,583

PUCK

Glairing at 'em ain't gonna make 'em go away. [sits down next to her] You get the texts in the family chat? Apparently we're not slick for trynna get out of family weekend with an earthquake.

SANTANA

Fuck you. [groans] But yes, that's the only reason why I haven't committed any crimes in here...yet. And how dare she think that we'd choose being here over being anywhere else with her right now?

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#santana lopez ― 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙜 #f2f °( ft. santana )#― interaction tag #°𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙜 ↳ f2f #°𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙜 ↳ psu event #psulockdown

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shhlima · 6 months ago

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Hey, Lima, I’m SANTANA LOPEZ but everyone calls me SNIX, I identify as a CIS WOMAN and use SHE/HER pronouns. I was born on AUGUST 27TH making me TWENTY-ONE years old and a VIRGO. Most people call me the HBIC, maybe that’s because I am INTELLIGENT but also VAIN. If I had to describe my vibe, I would say it revolves around BREADSTIX, SHORT SKIRTS, & SMOKING CIGARS. Of course there is one thing I hope no one ever finds out, and that's I’M A CLOSETED LESBIAN & PUCK IS MY BEARD. Anyway, on a more fun note, people always say I look like CIERRA RAMIREZ.

FAMILY INFORMATION

HOMETOWN: lima, ohio FAMILY: lopez TYPE OF SIBLING: full BIRTH ORDER: oldest PARENTS STATUS: yes, but not happily POSSIBLE SIBLINGS: full, half, and adopted

SCHOOL DATA

YEAR IN SCHOOL: junior MAJOR/MINOR: fine arts (vocal performance) EXTRACURRICULARS: cheerios co-captain LIVING QUARTERS: 3 bd home with puck and maya OCCUPATION: bottle girl @ babes

HEADCANONS

From a young age, the Lopez children were being taught the importance of working hard. With their father being a doctor and their mother being a lawyer, they were at least well off enough that the kids were given opportunities most people that look like them weren't given. From music and dance lessons to sports, the Lopez children were all well rounded in something, which was how they liked it. But having extremely busy parents came with one downside: while their parents worked, the children were sent to Lima Heights Adjacent to be watched by their abuela, Alma Lopez. The woman is a strict, religious hard ass, so her grandchildren were being taught to stand up for themselves while also being respectful of her beliefs. That might not have been too hard when they were younger, but as she got older, Santana found herself testing her abuela and her beliefs more and more.

Although Santana could still excel in school and in cheerleading, it didn't take long for her to start rebelling once she hit her teenager years. What started out as just talking back to her teachers or telling a lie here or there to her parents quickly turned into stealing from her parents' liquor cabinet and sneaking out to parties. She didn't think any of it was that bad, or enough to get her disowned, but that changed in high school when she noticed the way her stare started to linger under her friend's skirts. Abuela had practically recited bible passages to her family for as long as San could remember, so she knew that the old woman saw homosexuality as an unforgivable sin, and she would outright disown her for it. Santana may have been her favorite grandchild (don't tell her siblings that), but Alma Lopez wouldn't go against her religious beliefs even for her mini me.

Withholding her desires for women worked out through high school, mostly, but by the time she graduated and was moving on to college, Santana knew she wouldn't be able to fight it for long. That's where Puck came in. The two are practically the male and female versions of the same person, so while their chemistry is mostly platonic, it's off the charts. With him being a single father who was quietly bisexual and hiding the identity of his baby mama, and her needing out of her parents' house so she could indulge in the beauty of women while in the closet, the perfect opportunity fell into their laps: they would be each other's beards. San moved in with him and his daughter Maya, who refers to her as Tia Santana, and as far as people know, the two are in a happily committed relationship. When Maya's asleep, San brings women she's met through her job at Babes over for a nightcap, and then kicks them out before her niece wakes up in the morning begging for Spanish lessons. It's almost too perfect of a situation, in her opinion, and it's her best option until she can get out of Ohio for good.

#santana lopez rp #shhlimacharacter #shhlimalopez #shhlimalopezsantana

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chooseyouovereveryone · 2 years ago

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Any headcanons for Brittana as moms?

I've been meaning to answer this for a WHILE, i'm so sorry. But yes!!! This is one of my most thought out head canons because the thought of them being parents makes me weak. It's less about them having children, more about the dynamic of them as a family that warms my heart. I just see them being a really strong family unit where there's love at all angles. i.e. their kids grow up knowing love because their parents are so unashamedly in love, to the point where the kids get embarrassed.

ANYWAY...

An insight into what goes on in my head...Santana would attempt to be bad cop and be the stricter of the two of them, but at the same time their kids would have her wrapped around their fingers in the same sense Brittany does. Like she tries to be cross with them, but she gives in easily at the same time because they know how to work her. Like just imagine Santana with a little girl who was a carbon copy of Brittany? Double whipped. I actually see them having two girls and being this strong girl gang, Brittany carrying the first child, Santana carrying the second one. Even though her kids can get around her, that doesn't stop Santana having boundaries that her kids know they need not to cross. I feel like she'd be the type of parent to research and overanalyse everything. If studies show that iPads are bad for kids, then her kid isn't getting an iPad etc. She's quite an anxious personality and she overthinks a lot, so I feel like that would manifest into her parenting in the way she'd always be worrying she'd screw them up in some way and she'd want reassurance to know they were doing things right. This would be something Brittany would really have to calm her on and assure her that they were doing just great, that their kids were perfect and more importantly they were loved etc. I feel like Santana would also worry a lot that she wouldn't want her children turning out like her and being insecure or defensive or scared to open up, and again Brittany would have to talk with her and remind her that their kids turning out like her wouldn't be a bad thing at all, because she's writing off all her good qualities. She's very vocal in her love in canon (she's always telling Brittany how much she loves her), and she'd be the same with their kids. She tells them she loves them several times a day because it's really important to her that they know. She'd also be super protective, and no one, I repeat no one, would hurt or mess with her children. You think you've met Snix? Just wait until you meet the version who comes out when someone wrongs her children.

In true Brittana yin/yang, Brittany would be good cop. She'd be a lot more laid back as a parent, really liberal. She wants them to have boundaries and she respects Santana's protectiveness that manifests in her strictness, but she also thinks their kids should be free to make their own mistakes because that's how they'll learn and grow. She's a big believer in letting their kids just be who they want to be, and of course Santana is the same way. She's the fun parent, and she's always fooling around with them getting ready for school etc. She makes pancakes and when Santana's back turns gives them extra whipped cream. She's the one the kids go to when they fall and hurt themselves. She's also the one the kids go to when they think Santana is being too mean, and Brittany is really understanding, but she also always has Santana's back and would never go against a decision she makes without speaking to her. She also has this hidden protectiveness in her that only comes out with Santana and their kids (which we see in canon with Santana). When their kids are upset about something, she's really good at rationalising everything and putting things into perspective for them, and pulling examples and explaining things in a way that's child-friendly and appropriate for them.

The most important dynamic in their family? Love. They're the type of parents that can't stand to see their kids get sick (Santana gets sympathy sickness every time one of them has so much as a cold). The type of parents that keep every single little thing their kids make for them, and the type of parents that are really big on having open communication (because they know first-hand the damage holding things inside does), so they always make sure no matter how busy they are that they eat dinner as a family and talk with no interruptions (just like Brittany and Santana always made time for their Friday date nights). The type of parents that cry at every school play and every proud moment (like Brittany does when Santana sings and Santana does when Brittany dances), then they both laugh at each other when they notice they're both crying. The kids would go through a clingy stage of ending up in their bed in the middle of the night, something that Santana pretends to rolls her eyes at, because duh, she just wants to cuddle her wife and be alone. But really, she loves it and adores their family time. Her whining just means that Brittany will make the effort to take them away somewhere so they get some real alone time. They'd probably have the kids in their early 30s, and they'd realise one night with their kids wedged in the middle of the bed, that the life they once had in their 20s where they travelled and lived and had fun and lived the high life in New York, was suddenly so different, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

#brittana #i'm all in my feels #glee #brittany and santana

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mind-infinity · 7 years ago

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Shout out to @thepolyphonicsystem for being so kind and wonderful! You have been so sweet and helpful to me during my panic attack today. I can tell you're a caring soul!

I'm really glad I summoned up the courage to send you a message. Here's to a great friendship now and in the future, I hope!!

💙💚

Snix

#snix #friendship #you are so nice franz #thanks for talking to me!#franz

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marvelslut16 · 5 years ago

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Magic

Pairing: Santana Lopez x reader

Synopsis: (Y/N) has been in love with Santana since you met her. Now that your a senior and she is off in college your friendship had faded. When she comes home to steal Brittany back from Sam, or that’s what (Y/N) thinks anyway, will they restrengthen their friendship or will it turn into more?

Word count: 2,805

Warnings: None I think. Talk of being turned on, if that’s a warning.

A/N: Happy pride month everyone! I got carried away and no one’s even gonna read it since glee hasn’t been relevant for five years, lmao I love that for me. Takes place during S4 E13 (Diva), and as much as I love Brittana, my love for Santana is stronger and I indulged myself with this. Bold words are lyrics.

You're scrolling through your timeline as Finn starts talking about diva’s and the loch ness monster. You’ve been in a funk the past week, you’re best friend Santana Lopez hasn’t texted you back. It’s not a big deal in the grand scheme of things, you just wonder if you said something to upset her during your last phone call. You’re a year younger than Santana, but you two immediately bonded when she recruited you for the troubletones. The problem is that she isn’t just your best friend, you’re in love with her too. But you can never compete with the bond Santana and Brittany have.

While you aren’t out like either of the aforementioned girls, you aren’t necessarily in the closet either. It’s no one’s business but your own, it doesn’t affect anyone else, so you feel no need to share. However, your new best friend Kitty figured it out, she saw you checking out a girl when you two went shopping. Kitty fully supports you, and it’s nice to be able to talk to someone about your feelings for both Santana and in general.

Kitty leans over your shoulder to see what you're aggressively scrolling through, to see you whizzing past every post too quickly to actually read anything. You're about to make a comment to her about minding her own business, not that you care if she’s snooping or not, when something Finn says catches your attention.

“All the way from Louisville,” the former quarterback introduces, your head snaps up to look at him. “Give it up for Miss. Santana Lopez.”

You immediately straighten in your seat in the back row, Kitty looks at you as you stare at the shut door knowing how much the Latina loves to make an entrance. You see Brittany’s back become as straight as a board, no doubt nervous that her ex-girlfriend shows up right after she starts dating Sam.

Santana throws the door open and gives a little wave, she’s dressed in her new cheerleading uniform and her hair is straightened and down. You didn’t know it was possible, but she’s somehow more attractive than the last time you saw her, just a few months ago.

Your eyes rack over her figure as she starts to thrust her hips to the beat of Nutbush city limits. You don’t care if anyone notices your hungry stare, too wrapped up in the fact that Santana is right there in front of you again. All of the guys are getting into the song, the girls cheering on Santana and the group of cheerleaders she brought along with her. You gulp as Santana puts her leg in the air, and shakes her hips that way.

You glance at Kitty to see if she’s watching you still, she isn't. She’s leaned back in her seat, her arm resting on the back of your chair, unimpressed with the show Santana is putting on. When your eyes make their way back to your former best friend, her brown eyes are already on you. You're enraptured by the way Santana’s hips move to the beat, you can’t take your eyes off of her for the remainder of the song. You sink back into your seat as Brittany gets up to greet Santana at the end of the performance, Santana doesn't even glance your way.

“Santana, that was simply the greatest moment in show business history,” the ex girlfriends high five. “But how come you didn’t tell me you were coming to town? (Y/N), did she tell you?”

“Uh,” Kitty leans in closer to your chair for support as the glee club turns to look at you. “No, she didn’t.”

“You know, I think the better question is,” Sanatana ignores that you even spoke, directing her words to Brittany. You sink further into your seat and into Kitty’s friendly embrace. “Why didn’t you tell me you were dating Sam? Oh, and before I forget, allow me to introduce my backup, and my girlfriend, Elaine. And by girlfriend I mean, out and proud, lipstick-loving, AfterEllen-reading, girlfriend.”

Your breath catches in your throat as Santana kisses the pretty brunette to her left. Kitty looks at you concerned as you go back to staring at your phone. Instead of aggressively scrolling this time around, you stare sadly at the picture of you and Santana from her graduation day, which has been your homescreen since it was taken. Sanatana is standing with her arms wrapped around you in a hug, her red gown still on her, you're wearing her red cap and you both are staring at the other, laughing at the joke she had just told you.

Luckily the bell rings almost immediately after the kiss, you shoot out of your seat and bolt out of the room. Kitty quickly trails after you, sending a glare Santana’s way as she passes her. Instead of heading to the cafeteria, lunch is your next period, you head to the auditorium. You don’t know why, it just feels like the right place to go. Kitty is ten steps behind you, by the time she enters the auditorium you're overdramatically laying on the stage, your legs hanging over the edge at the knee.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Kitty asks. You know she doesn’t really mean it as a question, it’s more of a request that you talk about it.

“I don’t want to,” you whine, keeping up with your antics by throwing your arm over your eyes.

“If you don’t want to talk about it,” Kitty kicks the edge of the stage. “Sing about it.”

“Okay Mr. Schue,” you move your arm from your face and roll your eyes at the blonde.

“I’m being serious,” the skirt of her cheerleading uniform bounces as she flounces up the stairs to the top of the auditorium. “I’ll sit up here, you won’t be able to see me, and just sing it out.”

You know she’ll nag until you do what she says, so you huff and stand up. You take a deep breath, brush the dust of your clothes, and start singing. When you first open your mouth you don’t know what song you’re going to sing, but the words to every little thing she does is magic by the police leave your lips.

Though I've tried before to tell her. Of the feelings I have for her in my heart. You had tried time and time again to tell Santana how you really felt about her. But something always got in the way; Brittany, her graduation, other glee club drama, or you just chicken out of it. You aren’t Brittany, you aren’t in college with her; you're just a high school student and her former friend, she’d never be interested in you the way you’re interested in her.

Every little thing she does is magic. Everything she do just turns me on. Whether it be a stunt during cheerleading, belting out the lyrics to an Amy Winehouse song, or talking about her day over pasta at breadstix; she made everything feel magical. The simplest of dance moves, or when she’d sing a song to you, or strutting around so confidently in both her cheerio uniform and her own clothes; would turn you on more than you thought possible.

I resolved to call her up a thousand times a day. And ask her if she'll marry me in some old fashioned way. But my silent fears have gripped me long before I reach the phone. Long before my tongue has tripped me. Must I always be alone? You’re young, you’re naive, you haven’t experienced the world yet, but you want to marry Santana Lopez. You’d marry her tomorrow if you could, spend every day for the rest of your lives joking around with her, dealing with Snix every time Santana gets angry, and facing criticisms for your life choices and sexuality with the woman you love by your side. You want her to be the last thing you see before going to bed, and her gorgeous face being what you’re greeted with every morning, falling asleep in a tangle of limbs. But it wasn’t in the cards for you, you always ended up alone. Anyone you were interested in the past was never as into you as you were them, or at all.

When you're done with the song Kitty starts clapping from the back of the auditorium, you’re distracted by her so you don’t see the person standing in the doorway. Santana watched the entire song, smiling and hoping it was about her when she heard the love and passion in your voice, thinking you were alone in there until she heard Kitty’s claps.

“You need to sing a solo,” Kitty gushes about your singing, running up to the stage.

“I’m not Marley and Blaine good,” you dig the toe of your shoe into the stage, not meeting Kitty’s eyes as you blush at the unexpected comment.

“She’s right, (Y/N/N),” Santana’s voce drifts through the auditorium. You straighten your back as she walks into the room, not knowing how to act around her in this moment. “You've gotten so much better.”

“Oh, uh,” you stumble of your words, you’ve been trying to get a hold of Santana for a week and you've been met with radio science. So why does she want to talk now? “Thanks, Kitty’s really helped me with my confidence this year. And I’ve been practicing, I guess.”

“We should get going,” Kitty tugs you away from Santana. “We have to go eat lunch. And (Y/N) is helping me study, she’s amazing with chemistry.” Santana watches helplessly as Kitty pulls you off stage and away from her. You send the Latina one last glance before the auditorium doors shut behind you.

“Kitty!” you pant, having just run the length of the school to get to the choir room. Everyone looks at you confused as you run through the doorway the following day, even Santana from her usual seat next to Brittany.

“What is it?” she stands up and walks to you.

“The email,” you pant again. “I got the email. Shit, I need to workout more.”

“What does it say?” Kitty gets excited now, going to grab the phone out of your hand.

“I don’t know, I’m too nervous to read it,” you admit, pusing your phone into her hands. She eagerly takes it, opening and skimming through the email.

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry,” your face and spirits fall as you realize you got rejected. “That you have to go to New York without me.”

“I got in?” you ask in disbelief.

“Of course you did!” Kitty pulls you into a hug. “Go bobcats!” You laugh and squeeze her tighter.

“What's going on?” Santana asks.

“(Y/N)’s turning into a bobcat,” Brittany answers her best friend.

“I applied to NYU’s early admissions program,” you grin at Santana, who’s making her way from Brittany’s side to yours. “And I got in!”

“That’s amazing!” she pulls you from Kitty’s arms into hers. “We can hang out when you get to New York.”

“You’re going to New York?” you ask, not pulling away from her embrace just yet. “What about Louisville?”

“How about I tell you over dinner tonight? Breadstix, eight o’clock?” Santana asks, more so demands. “Dress cute,”

She pulls away before you can respond, walking out of the choir room without another word. You stare after her with wide eyes, is it a date? Kitty pulls you to a seat and Finn announces that Tina is the official diva or whatever, apparently Tina went off during lunch yesterday. All you can focus on is Santana, who wants to go out with you tonight!

Once rehearsal is done you rush to your house, trying to pick out the best outfit for tonight. It needs to show off your assets, but it can’t be slutty; it has to be nice, but it can’t be too fancy, or too casual. You finally settle on a nice new outfit you got when you went shopping with Kitty last week. You quickly get dressed and rush out of the hose, seeing as how it’s almost eight already.

Walking into Breadstix you don’t see Santana, causing you to worry that her and Brittany were just making fun of you and pulling a prank. Realistically, you know Brittany would never do that, but every part of you was horrified that Santana would never feel the same way. Before you can get too worried, Santana walks in the door behind you. The two of you are quickly seated and get to talking about how different the glee club is without her.

“What’s the deal with you and Kitty?” the brunette asks, taking a bite of a crunchy breadstick.

“What do you mean?” you let out an awkward giggle, taking a sip of your drink.

“Are you two dating?” you almost spit the liquid out of your mouth at Santana’s absurd question. Her words are sharp, the look in her eyes fiery, a glimpse of Snix.

“Of course not!” you furrow your brows, why would you ever be with Kitty? “What made you think that?”

“You were checking me out yesterday,” Santana states defensively. “And Kitty seemed upset about it. And earlier you ran to her with the good news.”

“Kitty and I are friends,” you say slowly.

“I just thought-” she cuts herself off, taking an aggressive bite of her breadstick.

“That I like girls? I don’t,” Santana’s face falls, before hardening into her bitch face. “I like you.”

“What?” her eyes snap up to meet yours. You reach across the table and grab her free hand, running your thumb over the back of her hand.

“I’ve been in love with you since I met you,” you laugh lightly. “But you had Britany and you never seemed interested in me.”

“I was,” Sanatana says quickly. “I still am.”

“You have a girlfriend,” you pull your hand away from hers as you remember her girlfriend and their kiss in the choir room. “I don’t like cheaters. And I’m not going to be someone's other woman.”

“You’d never be the other woman,” she quickly reaches for your hand again, missing the intimate contact. “I want to show you off.”

“What about Elaine?” you pout, it all sounds like a line from one of those sill rom coms where the main character dates a cheating scumbag.

“I paid her with scratchers to be my girlfriend,” Santana admits quitely, seemingly embarrassed. “I wanted to make you jealous. Tina told me about Sam and Brit in the same phone call she told me about you and Kitty. Snix took over, I was mad that Brit didn’t tell me about her and trouty mouth and I was jealous that Kitty got to be with you when I never did. So I paid her to be my girlfriend.”

“Oh,” you don’t know how to respond to that, so you change the subject. “What about Louisville? Why are you going to New York.”

“It was boring,” she answers non-commitly. You give her a look that says you don’t believe her, so she amends her statement. “No one liked me there.”

“Then it’s their loss, because you’re the strongest most amazing person I have ever met,” you tell her sincerely, meaning every word out of your mouth. You squeeze her hand in reassurance that it isn’t just some line to make her feel better. “But why New York?”

“I’ve always wanted to move there, make it big. I was still deciding between that or Sue’s offer of being her assistant couch.”

“Well I think you made the right decision,” you smile at her. “You’d be miserable here in Lima, you’re made for so much more than this. Plus, Sue is an ass.”

“You were the final push I needed,” Santa leans across the table.

“Me?” you're shocked that you can sway her decision.

“I thought that if we were both in the same city that you might go out with me then,” if you didn’t know any better you would think the Latina was embarrassed.

“I would date you no matter where we lived,” you lean in too, not caring if people saw the intimate moment. “Even if we were living halfway across the world from each other. You’re so worth it Santana.”

“I love you, (Y/N),” she whispers, breath fanning over your lips. You bite your lip as you smile at the four words you had been waiting to hear for so long, her eyes immediately shift from your eyes to your mouth.

“I love you too, Snix and all,” your giggle is cut off by her lips descending on yours. You both smile into the kiss, happy that you finally admitted your feelings for each other.

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quinnevansfabray · 4 years ago

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Quinn put her empty cup back onto the bar. Honestly, the conversation back in the both was anything but schintilating, and the idea of being able to catch up with Santana was much more enticing. She really had missed having the girl around in Lima. Knowing just the way to drag Santana into conversation, she started with a “Honestly, I’m tempted to ask you for a snix juice. If I have to hear Jesse talk about how perfect his wife is one more time, I think I’m going to punch him in the face.” She really didn’t like the way he talked about her at all. “How is working the bar tonight?”

@thesnixsation

#paras #santana #para:santana

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leigh-kelly · 6 years ago

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Showmance 6/6/19 Part 2: HEYA

J: Heather, you had like a weird…I remember meeting you, cause you were teaching us Single Ladies, me and Chris. H: Yeah. J: But I remember you were going into your audition for Ryan. H: Right. J: To be Brittany. H: To be Brittany. J: Instead of just to teach us— H: Because— J: The Single Ladies dance. H: Right, because, the whole thing was, Zac knew I wanted to be an actress and he was like whispering and Ryan’s ear and was like ‘this girl wants to act, she wants to be on the show, you know, you’ll see her teaching the kids’ and then I was going downstairs to read for Ryan but Ryan was not there. He never showed up and I never got to read for him. N: Who did you read for? H: Nobody. K: You mean, you didn’t do it? N: Wait! I just, I never heard this story! H: Isn’t this crazy? K: I didn’t know this either! N: So he was— H: He was busy. N: So you never—who? Who cast you? J: I’m so confused. H: Listen! Zac Woodley cast me, that’s who cast me! N: So then Ryan was just like— H: Ryan was like great. N: Oh, never mind, great, I’m sure she’s great. H: She’s hired. Well, dancer, yes but be like— N: Oh my—that’s amazing. I never heard this before. H: How does this happen? N: But it was meant to happen. J: Was your name…did you know you were auditioning for Brittany S. Pierce? Or did they create that for you? H: I think I was supposed to read for Quinn. I was given her sides because they didn’t have anything for this character— N: I read for Mercedes. H: Right. K: I read for Rajeesh. J: Oh, that’s right. H: Wait, what? J: Oooh. H: Who was this mysterious Rajeesh? K: He became Kurt. N: That’s amazing. H: I did not know that either. J: I read for Tina. N: Yeah. K: Well, mine was half Artie, half Rajeesh because Artie didn’t have enough lines. J: No, Tina didn’t have any lines. She just had two words to stutter. And I didn’t even do them both. N: What did you have to say? J: T-t-t-t. H: Commitment. J: And a-a-a-a-n. And that was it. N: They’re like ‘booked.’ J: Yeah! H: That’s all you read for? J: Yes. And then like, they came to New York and I actually met them and— H: Got it. J: And Ryan made me improv Tina. H: Oh, okay. K: You had to improv? J: Yes, but luckily I had planned ahead and knew her whole story. K: Of course you did. H: Of course you did. J: Oh, hell yeah. K: That sounds right. J: Yeah, and, um, totally improved the whole thing and said that my mom thought a glee club would be really good for my morale because I had a stutter and Ryan was like ‘I love how you made her so positive’ and then that was it and I was like ‘booked it!’ H: Yes! N: These are the best audition stories ever. Hey guys, we just squeaked on in there or something\ K: We sure did! N: Oh my gosh. J: Wait, Naya, did you actually audition for Mercedes? N: I read her lines and I was auditioning just for a cheerleader. No, actually, I had no idea I was a cheerleader. I was reading Mercedes lines about you can’t get stank ass out of polyester. K: Yeah. J: Which didn’t even make it into the pilot, did it? N: Yeah, it did. H: I think it did. K: Yeah, it did. N: Yeah. K: The performance—there’s a performance that didn’t make it into the pilot. H: Jenna’s like ‘I know everything.’ K: No, there was— J: My memory’s really bad K: Yeah. N: Sit Down—No, Sit Down You’re Rockin’ the Boat made it. K: Of course that made it. J: No, we had those ugly yellow polyester outfits and we did a whole number in them, K: Yeah. N: In the auditorium, right? J: And they smelled— K: The number got--- J: Really bad. K: The number got cut or something. N: Oh. H: Oh, so you just did it in the room as we saw it on the show. K: Yeah. Yes, Exactly. J: Anyway, moving on. K: Naya, do you remember— H: Well I loved reminiscing, that was nice K: Oh, we’re not done. J: We’re not done. H: Listen. K: So much. J: We’ve got tour to talk about. K: I was thinking— *laughter* H: We love it. Just some four ladies gabbing. J: I know, that’s right. Kevin got a perm. K: I got a perm. N: Wait, yeah, but I don’t see it. K: Okay, great, N: It just looks like you styled it. K: Okay, that’s what I was going for. H: So like, it looks so good. K: It’s a little curly today. N: Cute. H: Your Insta photo was so cute. K: Well— J: It was curlier in your insta photo. K: I’m trying to— N: Is that what that was? K: I’m trying to have Snix hair. N: I was like ‘what was going on with Kevin? This is really close.” K: I was like ‘Do I address it or not? I just gotta tell everyone I got a perm.’ Get it over with. J: You did. K: Snix, do you remember when—Snix is Naya— N: I think they know. J: They’re like ‘we know!’ I do think they know. H: HeMo and Snix

#brittana #heather morris #naya rivera #kevin mchale #jenna ushkowitz

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gensnix · 2 days ago

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PART 2 Tf2 comp of fav moments of comic 7!

Heavy with a beard Heavy with a beard Heavy with a beard

GOOD LORD HE FUCKS LIKE A CHAMP

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

in conclusion I love them

#KIDS THEY HAVE KIDS #ONE BIG OLE FAMILY!#SO MUCH REVELED IN THIS SHORT COMIC #MERRY SMISSMAS #tf2 spoilers #tf2 #team fortress two comic #team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 spoilers #snix talks

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the-broccodile · 2 years ago

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A few random brog designs, mostly to be seen in the background or represent their species. When designing them I wasn’t much looking to design a personalety as I usually do, but rather just unique designs that are recognisable by thier silouettte color or overall shape language, I always try to go after these rules though here thei’re more prominat than with humanoid charackters. Though I still feel like adding a little description to each: Lightning: She’s quite mysteriouse and odd to outsiders, doesn’t talk much and is rarely seen in general. Cet (Pronounced like Set): She’s a joyfull happy go lucky little girl proud and happy about almost everything. Iros: He is impatient and always lightspeed ahead. He’s rude and grumpy at times. Jet: He’s flying up high in the air, things others of his species can hardly handle of the low oxegin. He’s scratchy but friendly. Coco: She’s mostly seen in warm teritory and around greenery, she loves to snuggle and loves cute things. Rocky: He’s protective and rude. Very attached and clingy towards Buck. Abby: She’s an Angel not literally but that’s the best way to describe her. Snix: She’s snaky and smart compared to others of her kind. Toto: She’s very easily impressed and amazed, loves to see the world and has problems comunicating. Bobby: He’s Bubbly and electrefying. Not much more to say about him. Iggy: He’s a whise and calm old man, unlike any other he has learned to speak english. Xiixii: She loves plants and takes care of some together with the local florist. Sparkles: He loves scaring people and pretending to be evil though he doesn’t mean any harm.

#Brogs #Brog #The Pond #Background charackter #Background charackter design #charackter #charackter design #design

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thequeensfan1117 · 6 years ago

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The Jagged Little Rewrite (Draft 1)

Fandom: Glee Summary: Quinn overhears what Santana is saying to Kurt and decides to step in. Characters: Kurt Hummel, Santana Lopez, Quinn Fabray, Rachel Berry Notes: Like lots of viewers when the episode originally aired, I had rage. RIB had gone too far in their criticism of Kurt. A couple of years too late, I decided to do my own take on this scene.

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“Maybe Blaine grew weary of dating a breathier, more feminine Quinn Fabray.”

Kurt could do nothing but stare at the woman he ’d considered a friend for years. He knew that the things he’d said to Brittany and Santana back in the choir room did not necessarily ring true for them the way they had for himself and Blaine, but did it warrant the verbal assault he was receiving right now?

She opened her mouth again – to unleash more of the ‘Snix Juice’, most likely – when another voice rang out behind her.

“Maybe you can tone down the attitude just a bit, Santana.”

Glancing over Santana’s shoulder, Kurt watched the aforementioned Quinn make her way toward the trio. Rachel seemed relieved to see her as well. Santana, however…

“No one asked for your opinion, Fabray,” she snapped.

“Ah, but I did hear you say my name just now.”

Despite the light tone of her voice, Kurt could practically feel the disapproval radiating from Quinn as she stopped in between the two of them.

“And Brittany asked me to come after you and make sure you didn’t kill him before your wedding.”

Santana scoffed. “Like he’s invited after what he said.”

Kurt felt a sharp pang stab his chest at those words. After living together in Bushwick and bonding ever-so-slightly after the club’s impromptu memorial for Finn, he’d honestly believed he and Santana had worked through all the issues in their relationship and become a family. But really, deciding to not invite him to the most important day of her life – without consulting Britt, no less? This just proved that the two of them couldn’t be that close after all.

“Santana, you don’t mean that,” Rachel offered weakly.

“You know what? That’s not the point. Hummel just tried to crap on my engagement to the love of my life, and you two are defending him!”

“I was just speaking with your best interest in mind – ”

“That is bullcrap and you know it.”

“Santana.”

Once again, Quinn interjected on his behalf. With a sigh, she placed her hands on the Latina’s shoulders, refusing to let Santana shrug them off.

“Look. I am not defending what he said or saying he has a point. You and Brittany will make this work and be happy together. But you lashing out and verbally attacking things about him that he can’t change? That’s not okay, either.”

That seemed to take the wind out of Santana’s sails. She finally turned the full focus of her dark eyes to Quinn.

“Seriously, Q, you should have seen the way he hung around a nursing home and played Peter Pan for them.”

Or not. Kurt sighed.

“Santana, that was important to Kurt,” Rachel replied. “And if you didn’t really want to support him, you shouldn’t have come with us to see it.”

Kurt held up a hand to stop anyone else from responding.

“Quinn’s right about one thing. I was seriously out of line back there. This thing with Blaine… I just don’t want you and Brittany to jump into something you’ll regret and be unhappy for the rest of your lives.”

Santana managed to get Quinn off of her and faced Kurt once more.

“Look, Kurt, Britt and I don’t have Blaine’s wandering eyes… or his tendency to blow almost everything out of proportion. And maybe I shouldn’t have said you were a sexless, self-centered baton twirler. But you really pissed me off, okay?”

He nodded.

“I know. And I’m sorry. It really wasn’t my intention. You know what? You guys can handle the lesson. I’m going home. And Santana, tell Brittany I didn’t mean to ruin this for her.”

Rachel gaped a bit at his declaration.

“Kurt –”

“Let him go,” Santana said. “He probably has a lot of wounds to lick since he regrets throwing the hobbit on his ass. And I said pretty terrible things. We should take a break from each other for a while.”

Rachel nodded reluctantly and let Quinn lead her back into the choir room.

“Those two should get a room.”

That got her a chuckle from Kurt. She once again turned her attention back to him.

“Look, I wasn’t trying to put all the blame on the breakup on you. I just wanted to go for the jugular. Tit for tat, you know?”

“Right. I’ll talk to you later.”

He turned to go, but she stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“Berry was right. I didn’t mean it when I said you weren’t invited to the wedding.”

With that, she turned on her heel and headed back to the choir room.

Well, that went better than I thought it would.

#glee fic

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purrpickle · 7 years ago

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Random Pezberry Thought of the Day #182

In a world where Rachel immediately dumped Finn upon learning of his outing of Santana:

Rachel showed up at Santana’s house later that evening, cheeks red and hands worrying in front of her. Even as Santana tried to slam the door on her, she shoved her foot in between it and the frame, swallowing her yelp of pain and impulsively grabbing Santana’s arm. “Please,” she hurried out, watching Santana’s eyes darken in anger, “You don’t have to say anything - just give me three minutes of your time. To - to apologize. And offer my and my fathers’ help.”

Santana studied her flatly. “You shouldn’t apologize for your fucking boyfriend, Berry,” she stated just as flatly, jerking her arm from Rachel’s grip. Turning without motioning for Rachel to come in, she still didn’t close the door.

Hesitating for only a second, Rachel followed Santana down the hallway, pausing only to shut the door behind her. “He’s not,” she started, fighting down the sadness that welled inside her; she cleared her throat as she caught up to Santana’s side, “He’s not my boyfriend anymore, Santana.”

“What, he cheated on you?” the cheerleader offered, barely sparing Rachel a glance as she evidently retook a spot on the couch, turning the movie she had been watching back on, “Ran back into Quinnie’s Sunday dresses? ‘Accidentally’ broke your white Streisand mic? Or maybe he finally gave up and told you to stop talking because it was such a turn off while he was squirming on top of you?”

Rachel took a seat next to Santana, compulsively arranging her skirt around herself. “You know, I’d have assumed you’d more rather take my side than his,” she inhaled, “All I’m doing is offering to help. Though you’re right. I shouldn’t apologize for him.” Pain welled up in her chest again, and she felt even more tears prick at her eyes. “I still can’t believe... With his brother, and me.... My fathers... I thought he was better than that.”

Santana snorted, a rough and disbelieving sound. “We talking about the same boy?” she snapped, turning from the TV, eyes flashing. “The same boy who’d rather pray to a fucking sandwich to get his quarterback position back than for his step-father to survive a heart attack? Not to mention all the other crap he gets away with because he’s the ‘golden boy’?” She scoffed, shaking her head and sounding very, very tired. “Right. My bad. Hudson’s the very definition of a decent human being.”

The sound of the movie blared in the background, Rachel unwilling to meet Santana’s eyes. She’d reflexively opened her mouth to defend Finn... But Santana was right. She really couldn’t. Really shouldn’t. No matter how much it hurt her heart to acknowledge.

Finally, Santana tch’ed, shaking her head and turning back to the TV. “Whatever. Tell me why you’re here already so’s I can laugh, kick you out, or what is most likely and would give me the most enjoyment out of this whole thing: laugh then kick you out.”

Nodding, and, with the movie still playing in the background, Santana barely deigning to acknowledge her until the end, eyes getting redder and tighter as her shoulders drew together, arms wrapping around herself, the cheerleader looking thinner and sharper than Rachel had ever seen before, prompting Rachel to finally give in and settle her hand on her knee as if to comfort her, Rachel told her not only what she and her fathers had discussed and arranged, but also how she, herself, had come to a decision about how she would step forward and help Santana at school and in public if they were ever together and it was needed.

Having already fought and given in to angrily wiping tears away as Rachel spoke, Santana didn’t answer for quite a while after Rachel had stopped talking. But when she did, Rachel had to clamp her hand over her mouth before she let nervous laughter fly: “Jesus, Berry. That was a hell of a lot longer than three minutes.”

Having to clear her throat, Rachel nodded. “Yes, yes it was. So thank you for listening.”

Santana lifted a shoulder up, shrugging. “Whatever, Berry. Everyone gets one ‘get out of Snix free’ card.”

Laughing lightly, Rachel looked down.

There was more silence between them, the movie a little distracting in the background. Then, after a beat, Santana’s eyes slid back to Rachel, expression almost cartoon-ish in its fierceness, “This is not going to be his.”

Rachel straightened. “Oh, no. Definitely not. I... I wasn’t thinking that.”

Studying her for a couple of seconds, Santana relaxed again. “Good.” She looked at the TV, but then looked back at her, an eyebrow arching. “Maybe, even if you do still talk too much, there could be hope for you yet. Because somehow, against my normally one hundred percent crystal clear Mexican Third Eye Miss Cleo-like premonitions telling me I should run far, far away from you and the voice inside me screaming that I’ll suddenly find you hiding out under my bed if I lets you think yous can be seen with me... You don’t always have bad ideas. So we’ll see.”

Unsure if she was completely being insulted or only partially, Rachel made a face, sighed, but ultimately, meeting Santana’s dark gaze, managed an admittedly relieved, slight smile.

Slowly, haltingly, and quickly blinking her gaze away once it was done, Santana gave her a small, what could be called the barest hint of a smile, twitch of her lips in return.

#pezberry #rachel berry #santana lopez #thought = headcanon = almost complete fic/drabble inspiration = if i had energy to flesh it out more #rptotd #182 #(this one's a little late because it kept getting longer and longer XD)#(little - hah! that's when i thought i was posting this only half an hour late #not three hours late!)#this one could have been a little more in-depth and i could have done #some more things with it that i wanted to but didn't because it was already #taking too long but oh well #it is what it is #:}

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