Tag: p: santana

“She’s so beautiful.”

lyric starters: bruno mars

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“She is, isn’t she,” Blaine could barely take his eyes off the infant curled up in a tiny ball against his chest. His chin practically shoved into his collar just to keep an eye on her.  Kurt was fast asleep after taking the nightshift.  Which was probably wholly unnecessary seeing as how their daughter only woke up once the entire evening and made the entire apartment well aware of her displeasure with a set of lungs born from a mother and father who were known to have quite the pairs themselves.  A thick head of dark, silky hair made the perfect temptation to nuzzle his nose down into.  An inhale of his new favorite scent later and he felt like his heart was going to burst in thousands.  Forget in two.  He was well beyond that the second he laid eyes on her.

As much as he’d love to say he never wanted to move?   Blaine needed a break.  If nothing else just to stand up and go to the kitchen to make them some lunch just to stretch his legs.  Standing up, the starry eyed Dad bent down and with a delicateness one might handle a piece of glass ready to shatter at the barest touch, tiny Hepburn was now Santana’s bundle to hold.  Blaine made no attempt to hide the deviousness in his stare.  A small smirk curled the edge of his lips pausing to gauge Santana’s reaction as he straightened back up.

“Wow.  She didn’t move an inch.  You just may be a natural.  Who’d have thought?”

meme continuation. @devilraged

( mssg » bowties | sent ) Either a crevice in a possibly attractive ( i know your track record has been patchy ) gay wonderboys bedroom, or down the gutter like you seem to be.
( mssg » bowties | sent ) Alright, where are you, blackout?

( mssg » santana | sent ) lIsten, lady! Who are you do jUde my choices? i do happen to Remmber a certain stalker who shoewd up at Your aprtment and kept leaving more and more of her stuff after two dates not every long ago! so gutter me all you want! !! THat only makes you a hyprocrite.
( mssg » santana | sent ) AT the bar in the Vilage where we took RAchel. Thesea re my peopel I belong here but my pants apparently decided to elave. bring me pants.
( mssg » santana | sent ) notyour yoga pants either I know I gave you a key. don’t do that to me.

santana.

“ Yeah, I guess you’re right. For once. ” of course she had to tease him to some degree. The sheer kindness felt out of her comfort zone at this point, especially considering how serious the situation was becoming. “ I don’t know why I come to you for help — you’re like, REALLY sappy. It’s kind of gross. ” but that didn’t mean she didn’t like it.

Blaine was grateful for the teasing.  They were both so miserable.  Neither one of them had the energy to poke at the other in the few days they’ve spent together.  Losing Kurt was one thing but a major part of their dynamic was missing and it only reminded him of how different everything felt.  Clinging to the moment–Blaine grabbed onto her hand so tight that his fingers didn’t stop until their palms were flat against one another so he could bounce the back of Santana’s against his knee until it was perfectly in place right where it landed.  A lopsided grin told her how happy he was for the sliver of NORMAL she gave him.  “If that’s gross?  I can make this disgusting by saying I’m glad you’re here.  Cause–honestly–I don’t think I can be like this with anyone.  Not yet anyway.  So, thank you.”

santana.

         “ If I didn’t have you there would be nothing left. ”

“That’s just it, Santana.  You have me.  We have each other.  No matter what, you aren’t going to lose me.  You can’t.  Okay?  We’ll figure things out from here. I mean..if we’ve hit the bottom.. The only way we can go is up.  Right..?”

“SEVEN MINUTES” you know how funny this could be don’tyoudaremakeitemotional

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN MEME @devilraged
(random roll: 20, Fake obnoxious moans/kisses)

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Blaine was quickly learning that the New Directions were almost on par with the Warblers dare games by the second time he agreed to go to one of their impromptu Friday night parents-are-out-of-town parties.  Almost being that they weren’t doing things that..you know..were Warblers only sort of party games he was bound to being silent on the details of.  (Read plenty of wealthy kids with too much time on their hands and tradition handed down from generations of the same and let your imagination run wild.) 

Tonight, they were gathered in the living room of Noah Puckerman’s house.  The entire lot of them were an hour into the night (most of them were avoiding alcohol thanks to the aftermath from Rachel Berry’s party and the assembly-from-an-after-school-special style lesson) when Puck decided a round of 7 Minutes In Heaven.  None of them expected Blaine and Santana to be pulled from the empty beer box.  Especially Kurt who looked murderous (though in Blaine’s eyes..he figured he was annoyed at the choice of entertainment..not for any other reason) before tossing him a nonchalant, as possible, grimace of a grin when he and Santana disappeared behind the door of the coat closet.

When the room outside went silent, Blaine finally acknowledged the awkward silence that filled the room after Santana’s reaction of their voluntary predicament.  Drawing in a breath, he grinned at the lightbulb moment that brightened his features though it was too dark to see. “I think..we should give them something to wonder about..  I mean..why not,” she couldn’t see his smile but she could definitely hear it in his whisper, “How good are your acting skills? Because..I have an idea.”

santana.

Santana just half shrugged at his thank you, a small smile returning his much warmer one. He was always so open with her, so welcoming. That didn’t mean she had to be the same, but it did add a softer essence to her usual bitchy exterior. That was something very few people got without paying a price. Guess she has a soft spot for the pride parade. Wonder why. She stayed beside him as he spoke, but her eyes could tell you she was miles away. As he blabbered on && on, she found herself wishing the conversation could be over before it started. So with a roll of her eyes, she’d let him have it.

“Calm down, baby duckling. You don’t have to chase me down when you want a FAVOR. You just have to offer something sweet for me in return. You can start with paying for coffee — && a scone.” she added the last bit on with some emphasized menace. Just to keep up some kind of tough attitude. So what if she came all the way to Dalton for him? That didn’t mean squat. He would be getting her coffee after all && a scone. It was a fair trade. “Now — want to tell me what your stress zit is coming on for?”

Blaine watched Santana as they walked, a curious look made his eyes glint with interest.  Why did she look so distant?  Why was her smile so small?  It made him wonder what was on her mind.  Or if his request and her coming here so quickly wasn’t something she wanted to do but felt she had to.  Though Santana Lopez didn’t seem the type of person to get herself backed into a corner and do anything because it was forced on her.  What thoughts were being mulled around in her head, then?  Thinking it wasn’t a good idea to ask, for now, Blaine let it slide and focused on the initial reason they were together to begin with.  To talk.

At first, his eyes widen.  All he wanted to do was talk about a mutual friend and he wasn’t sure what she’d want from him back. A scone though?  Okay, that made him chuckle.  He was thinking a lot worse than a baked treat and coffee.  Bowing his head in a nod, the Warbler laces his fingers together behind his back, thumbs lightly toying with one another as he veered them towards a hall that was becoming increasingly filled with a warm, earthy coffee smell. Wait?!  He had a zit?  No way!  After a blink, lips parted and shut then he smirked happily.  All while fighting the urge to check because, for some reason, he was pretty sure she was hoping he would just to mess with him.  “I need some advice about Kurt and I was hoping that you could give it to me. Or if you would.  Or am I completely out of bounds here?  You can tell me if I am and we can just have coffee and a scone.  But I thought maybe you could help me out.”

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

another text message meme.

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( mssg » santana | sent ) I know I said that I didn’t think you needed to be here.

( mssg » santana | sent ) I made a mistake.  I can’t sleep.   I can’t eat.  All I do is stare at the monitor trying to pick apart the colors on the screen like I can diagnose if I need to run to find a doctor because something’s wrong.
( mssg » santana | sent ) They said he’s going to be okay but I can’t convince myself he will be.  I don’t trust anyone.  I keep thinking what if they’re wrong?  What if something happens before Burt’s plane lands?
( mssg » santana | sent ) I think I need you to keep my head on straight.  Please?.

starter call request!! @devilraged

“Thank you for coming, Santana.”  Blaine offered the girl a warm, welcoming smile as they stood inside the grand foyer of Dalton Academy.  In the post class hours, the entrance itself was quiet. Most of the students were in their extracurriculars, having dinner, or off in their dorms leaving him as the sole person standing in the massive room waiting for the Cheerio to arrive. He’d sent her a text asking to speak about Kurt.  Thankful he had a means of contacting her aside from asking Kurt.  A+ for being sober enough at the beginning of Rachel’s party to exchange numbers before both of them took a two person ticket to Drunk Town.

Their plan to meet up came a lot sooner than the weekend.  Just a few hours later and she was here.  In Westerville.  To Blaine’s surprise but not really.  “I meant it when I said you didn’t have to drive all the way to Dalton.  I could’ve met you in Lima when we took Trent back for the weekend but thank you for coming.  How about coffee?  We could get some and then go talk?”