So this will probably be a short story or like a three shot or whatever, I don't know yet. The song she's singing in here is Heart in a Cage, although I didn't put much of it's lyrics and stuff.
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Well I don't feel better when I'm fucking around
And I don't write better when I'm stuck in the ground,
So don't teach me a lesson 'cause I've already learned.
Yeah, the sun will be shining and my children will burn.
As you start singing and strumming the guitar, your fingers aching and your palms sweaty since you've been playing since it was 10 p.m., the front door of the dimly lit bar opens and a girl steps in. You almost stop singing, and you screw up a word when you see the girl who's just entered the bar. She's like, probably the most beautiful girl you've ever seen. Her blonde wavy hair looks really soft, and you're kinda playing automatically as you take in her features. She's getting closer and closer to the stage, so you just keep examinig her face. You have this really strange idea of making eye contact and you'r kinda shocked she's already staring at you.
You sing violently, energized, making eye contact with her the entire time. She smiles a little bit at one point, and you almost stop singing again. She's alone on a table, sipping on what looks like coke and you're half smile as you finish the song. Some people clap and you thank them. It's the last song, so you put away your guitar, thank your band and go to the bathroom. You feel someone's eyes on you as you walk slowly. When you leave the stall you were in and go wash your hands, you take a moment to stop and take in how you look. Yur hair's a bit messy, and you're sweaty, but you feel comfortable. You always feel comfortable and good looking when you're singing. You're wearing a Batman shirt with a checkered red shirt over it and jeans. You look badass. Someone opens the bathroom door and in goes the blonde girl. You make eye contact again, through the mirror, and she leans against the wall while you just stand there awkwardly.
She opens her mouth a few times, but nothing ever comes out.
"Cat got your tongue, blondie?" You mumblr, trying to seem confident.
She clicks her tongue and it's kinda arousing, but you push that thought to the back of your mind.
"You're cute" She says.
You raise your eyebrows.
"I'm cute? That's all? You followed me to a bathroom because you thought I was cute?"
"Basically" She answers.
"Well... I think you're the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, so we're even. Sorta"
She blushes, like actually blushes and it's the cutest thing ever and you smirk knowingly. You do know how charming you can be.
She walks slowly towards you, and you freak out for a second. She stands behind you for a while, staring you in the eyes through the mirror, the leans in.
"Can I kiss you?" She whispers against the shell of your ear.
You smirk, even though you're screaming inside, and she leans closer,spinning you around and crashing her lips to yours. You're taken aback by how good that feels, kissing someone. It's been a while, you guess.
Most people would think that making out against a dirty and dark bathroom's door isn't the best thing ever, but you could write a 2,000 word essay on how fucking good it is. Gladly.
"Would it be too much for me to ask you to come home with me?" You mumble against her lips, out of breath. You're pretty sure someone's already peed their pants while waiting for you two to unlock thebathroom door, but you cannot possibly give less fucks about that.
It's 2 a.m. when you arrive at your apartment's door, exchanging heated kisses. After a lot of effort, you manage to unlock the door and close it behind you as you enter.
"What's your name?" Blondie asks, gasping for breath.
"Santana" You say impatiently.
"Okay, I know what to scream. To the bedroom." She says.
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This is a really weird question but would you like me to write the smut?