Hi beautiful people! :) So this was accidentally deleted from my stories so this is a repost. A little short & fluffy something I wrote in Santana's POV since I'm always writing in Quinn's. My inspiration for this would be an amazing song by Sam Smith called Latch preferably the acoustic version PLEASE check it out you will not be disappointed. Also, I just finished my last chapter of Come Back Be Here. Really hope you guys enjoy it! Lei(xx)
Latching On
June nights.
Daydream believers.
Young love.
I call her by her first initial.
She calls me babe & it's so cute.
Soft rain.
Summer heat.
Loud city streets.
She sits for hours doing crosswords while I listen to music and just watch her.
This must be what marriage feels like.
Non-complacent.
My Kind of Blue by Miles Davis.
She's my kind of happy.
Oh, how things change.
Seems like forever since I felt anything, but especially since I felt this way.
We even hold hands, fingers intertwined while we walk down sidewalks.
She moves me with her eyes the way people can't even reach me with their words.
I have spent years building these walls as sturdy as pyramids, that she so boldly and bravely removes brick by brick.
Easy.
She doesn't do things to appease me.
She does things on her own time with her own heart in mind.
She tells me when I'm wrong, she even tells me no.
And I don't take it as rejection, I take it as acceptations that things aren't always gonna go my way.
Not right now, but maybe the next day.
She's a hopeless romantic and not in the sappy way.
She doesn't plan our life together instead she prays that we have one, and lives everyday to the fullest.
She doesn't send mushy text messages.
She doesn't stalk me via Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram.
She doesn't say things like 'I trust you' because when it rains you don't need someone to tell you, you can just feel it.
She is sincere, and within that is the beauty of us.
We sword fight with light sabers when reality is all too much.
We build forts and cuddle while talking about all of our dreams.
She makes sure that I don't allow myself to get too black and white because she knows how beautiful my colors shine.
She likes to turn the living room into a ballroom.
She likes to make our bedroom into a sanctuary.
Shake all the bad of the day away and let it go down the shower drain.
She likes to cook together even if the kitchen is too small.
She stumbles past me towards the refrigerator giving details about her day.
And just when I think I'll move out of her way she pulls me in for a kiss.
We end up making love on the kitchen counter only to be stopped by a pot of boiling water that begins to overflow with noodles.
She laughs as she cleans up the mess and I just stand back and smile.
We invite our friends over.
I find myself watching her interact with them.
How breathtakingly beautiful she is...
Her laugh,
The way she says my name,
And her voice...
The way she growls out her words sometimes or gets real high pitched when she's excited.
Sometimes this is all too much.
Sometimes it all feels like a dream but then I wake up and she's still here.
So instead of run or push her away..
I latch on like this is the first...
The last...
The only time I'll give all of myself to someone.
Because in the back of my mind
And with every beat of my heart I hope it is.
