A/N: Not sure if this is a one time thing or not...but this song came on and I just ended up with this.
Fall (Ed Sheeran)
Dear S-
I'm supposed to be studying for my midterms but my mind is just going in circles.
I know that you will get this letter and probably think that it's pretty fucking archaic that I'm writing you an actual letter but nothing else was working.
Emails are too easy to erase...texts are so abrupt and phone calls are filled with emotion packed silence.
Let me say that this is not a declaration of love...
At least...I think so...or not?
By the time that you get this letter, I should be on a plane headed to some Central American country to go build a house with my sorority sisters.
It won't be the most exciting Spring Break but it will be a great character builder or at least that's what they told me.
Also...it will keep me from doing anything stupid, like getting drunk and possibly leading on my best friend.
I hope that I didn't fuck with your emotions...I saw how you looked at her dancing with OUR shared ex-boyfriend, my almost fiancé.
It was too soon for you...but you played it off well.
You told me that you didn't regret a thing and please know that neither did I.
Our night and morning together was amazing and I thank you for it.
You rocked my world and changed my perspective.
Or as you put it..."My lemon has been unpressed."
Ha!
I know that you told me that you weren't going to show up with a U-haul...and even though I agreed that it would be insane if you had planned to, Can I really be honest and just tell you that I would actually love it if we were closer.
Like physically closer, after I had Beth and you and I reconnected, it felt like you were ripped away from me again.
Maybe a closer Ivy League wouldn't be so bad?
Who am I kidding...this is Yale...you don't just drop out of this place.
And yet the people here make me look like a skank all over again.
I'm rebellious and too liberal-minded.
What a joke!
Anyway...I'm rambling...
Fuck...look, just promise me that if I ever change my mind about it being a one time (two-time?) thing, that there will still be a place for me in your arms?
Is that selfish?
Would it be weird for us to make that kind of a pact?
I hope that you are happy, that's all that I really want for you and for me because we are too flawless to be anything less.
You deserve more than you have gotten.
I love you, Santana.
-Q
A/N: This has been hopping around in my head for about a week now. Still working on that other story's epilogue. Hope you enjoyed this!