she had to give to blaine ; ever since he moved to new york he had proven to be a worthy person to hang around , most importantly , a willing partner when she was in the mood to drag someone through the mud . santana pushes him playfully in return . “ they knew exactly what they were in for the minute they asked me to entertain her when she came to visit . in my defense , i TRIED to be nice , but the minute she started dishing her RIDICULOUS diva attitude around , i couldn’t be held responsible for my actions . god knows i can’t leave her alone with you ; she might vapo – rape you again . or worse ; scented oils .”
Hazel eyes followed the tantrum throwing diva all the way to the bathroom. The door slammed and he couldn’t stop himself from cracking up to the point he had to muffle the noise with his hand clamped over his mouth. Thank God she was locked away. What came next made, even him, stumble a beat or two before he could figure out what to say. Santana went there. “How could you,” he tried to pretend to be serious, “that is a very tender subject even years later. I still can’t smell Vick’s without laughing.” He leaned in, that low-browed look faded into an uneven, sharing a secret kinda grin and his voice wobbled with held in laughter. “Kurt can’t either without teasing me. And then rolling his eyes and scrunching up his nose like he’s having a flashback of a memory he wasn’t even there for. I swear. It’s hilarious. Don’t tell him though.”
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