santana.

Santana couldn’t count the papers && coffee cups if she tried. Finals were hitting Blaine hard, && as entertaining it was to see him flustered — she was concerned. He worked so hard, never giving up on the things (or people) he was passionate about. Blaine Anderson was a truly good person. How she got to keep him in her life for so long sometimes baffled her. Kurt could be sarcastic and cruel, Rachel was stuck up && bitchy when she needed to be — then there was Blaine. Maybe a diva at times, but never bad. Not on purpose anyways, which was better than most of them could say. He was something special, && that hadn’t gone unnoticed.

Today wasn’t the first time it happened. Santana had a habit of snuggling up to her friends when sleepy. It was just more comfortable to sleep with a warm body by her side. Or better yet beneath her. She’d nearly passed out after a long session of television && self reflecting. That’s all there was to do when the rest of the household slept. She didn’t even fully wake up before finding her way to Blaine’s side. She felt his body shift after a few moments but that didn’t stop her tired head from resting against him. Her attention was only grasped when he brushed her hair back behind her ear. “Hello to you too, bed head.” She laughed under her sleepy breath as she got a look at his disheveled brown locks. “Oh hell no, Anderson — no fair. Everyone knows that I call the shots around here. I refuse to let you move. I am far too comfortable, so you’re stuck with me.” The latina offered a confident smirk before relaxing in his embrace once more.

Blaine kept one hazel eye squeezed shut while he peeked at her with the other.  “Are you judging my hair?  Probably a mess, huh?  You better forget you ever saw this once we’re actually awake,” he smirked lazily and reached back to shove some of the loose strands that were fighting so hard to curl again now that they were out of their gelled cage off his forehead. No luck.  His hairdo was a goner.  Santana’s quick comeback was nothing short of what should be expected.  Given the fact that he just woke up to her snuggling with him while he was utterly the oblivion of sleep and it was incredibly sweet if you thought about it? There has to be a certain amount of bossy tone mixed with her sleepy voice to balance things out or she wouldn’t be Santana Lopez.  “Okay, Okay. You’re not letting me move.  I get it.  I’m the one that’s stuck.”

Slinging one arm around her waist–Blaine nuzzled the back of his head against the cushion again.  He’d let her win this round but anyone who saw them would say with her legs tangled up in his and her in his arms as the edge of his nose was fit against the top of her head keeping her firmly in place–he was the one in the lead as far as who was stuck with who.  “Everything okay,” he asked in a mumble into her hair still half asleep and wondering whether or not if he was going to wake up and get back to work or stay here longer.  The second option was winning so far.  “Just checking.  Cause if you need to talk or anything?  I’m here and I don’t think I have it in me to pick up another text book for the rest of the night.”