"And then WHOOSH!" Puck cried out as he nearly spilled the bottle of beer in his hands. "They were all pink"
"I know Puck. I was the one who put the colouring in the water." Santana added before taking a sip of her wine cooler.
"Yes… but you didn't see their faces" Puck added, widening his eyes in a comical state.
"Yes… And that is why I don't look like two-face from Batman" Santana equipped making everyone burst out laughing.
Puck smiled sheepishly before brushing a hand through his Mohawk. Okay… perhaps it wasn't the smartest idea, especially since half of his face was now coloured pink…. But he could always scrub it clean right? Atleast he didn't look like half the crowd. Or like half the faculty members…..
"It's a shame about Ms. Fabray and Berry… though they did look good all soaked" Puck finally said after a few moments of silence.
Brittany watched as Santana's face contorted slightly at the mention of Quinn's name. Perhaps Puck should start watching his words because Santana gripped tighter onto her bottle and looked away silently. Santana hadn't meant for Quinn to get caught in the cross-fire nor did she expect Quinn to be so dramatic over a little bit of pink paint.
"It's Gucci Santana… Gucci… How am I going to get this out?" Quinn cried out as she stormed into her apartment.
Needless to say… Quinn would need some time to calm down. So Santana left and went to the graduation party. But this couldn't be that bad could it? Drinking? Girls? Boys? Friends… music…. With each words Santana knew nothing could compare to just being with Quinn, but she would try and have a blast atleast.
Santana got up from the grass slowly and walk around aimlessly as she took a moment to think about her past and future. Was this where she was meant to be? Living her life as it was meant to be lived? Would her parents have been proud? Santana sat down on a cement wall before staring up into the sky. The stars were beautiful…. Quinn would've loved how clear and amazing the night sky was-
"Santana Lopez? Alone in the dark?" Came a soft voice startling Santana
Santana looked around to see Shannon Beiste standing across her, pink water still staining her clothes. A guilty smirk graced Santana's features before she looked down once more… Santana didn't know if she would be able to stomach a pep talk right now.
"From what I heard you were a party animal. Should I be worried that you're just sitting here?" Beiste continued when Santana didn't say anything.
Santana let out a soft laugh before looking back up at Shannon. There had to be a reason Quinn cherished this woman right? Santana could atleast give her a chance….
"It's just one of those moments in life when you stop and realize that your aging too quickly… you know?" Santana simply said
Shannon made her way to Santana, sitting next to her placing a hand on Santana's shoulder.
"Age is not something we can fight Lopez. But you can spend it wisely. Work like you don't need the job… Love like you've never been hurt… Soar like you're not afraid of falling"
"I'm just so unsure of what's my next step" Santana whispered
"Santana… I've watched you. I've only been here a couple of months and I never believed Quinn when she said you were a diamond in the rough… but now I know what she sees. You're young, reckless and impulsive; would do anything for entertainment - I mean look at me… I look like I took a dip in the carebear pool of rainbows - BUT… I've seen how hard you work for something you want. I also saw how you picked up your little blonde friend when she fell, sang with such passion it made Berry cry and… you have to be quite a work of art if Quinn is in love with you"
Santana let out a splattering cough as Shannon's words caught her off guard. WHAT THE FUCK….. OH shit….
Santana turned to look at Shannon quickly, trying to think of a joke or an excuse…. But nothing came to her as Beiste smiled knowingly at her.
"Quinn can't stop looking at you and she nearly broke a table when she saw some hoochie hugging you. I know her…" Shannon simply said before getting up.
"I…. Uhm… Ms. Beiste…" Santana stuttered as she tried to think of a logical reason for Quinn's behaviours but…. Santana's thoughts were blank.
"Santana it's okay. I'm just happy she finally found someone"
And with that… Shannon Beiste disappeared, leaving Santana in shock.
"SNIX! We got Beef" Puck suddenly proclaimed from a distance, startling Santana once more. Could no one just leave her alone tonight?
Santana got up and made her way back to the party. She couldn't stand here sulking all night could she? Life would happen if she liked it or not…
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Brittany, Sam, Puck, Mercedes and Kurt sat around the fire as Santana held an acoustic guitar on her lap.
"Come on San. It's been ages since I've heard you play" Brittany moaned as Santana's fingers danced across the steel string on the guitars fret board.
"I told you she wasn't as good as me. She doesn't even know how to hold the thing" Puck chirped in before laughing loudly.
A small smirk appeared on Santana's face before she turned the guitar in its correct position and laid out a perfectly precise arpeggio. Puck's arrogance faltered slightly before Santana looked away from him and started to strum a tune.
Santana started to sing softly as the tune of the guitar started to become clear.
We could just go home right now
Or maybe we could stick around
For just one more drink.
Oh yeah.
Brittany jumped in before she wrapped her arm around Sam's neck, placing a kiss on his cheek. Yes… They were finally together? Took years but Brittany finally captured her dream man…. The horror.
Get another bottle out
Let's shoot the shit, Sit back down
For just one more drink.
Oh yeah
Santana smiled lazily as her fingers did a slight riff, making Brittany wiggle her fingers in excitement.
Here's to us.
Here's to love.
All the times that we've fucked up.
Every soon joined in, emphasizing the FUCKED UP as the fire's flames licked into the dark night sky.
Here's to you.
Fill the glass.
Cuz the last few days have kicked my ass.
Puck raised his bottle in the air before he flung his arms around Kurt and Mercedes, pulling them closer. Leaving a very nervous expression to appear on Kurt's face.
Oh Let's give 'em hell.
Wish everybody well.
Here's to us.
Here's to us.
Santana would miss this so much. These were her peeps. Her life line to freedom…. But everyone needs to grow up sometime? Right… They have always been there… generally helping her wreak havoc on the unsuspecting. What would she do without them?
We stuck it out this far together
Put our dreams through the shredder.
Let's toast, cuz things got better.
Santana sang before winking at Brittany who got up and walked over to Santana, wrapping her arms around Santana's neck in affection. Perhaps the Blonde had a bit too much to drink tonight? Who cared… it was their last night together. They should all make it count.
And everything could change like that.
And all these years go by so fast, but
Nothing lasts, forever.
Brittany continued once more before taking a sip of her drink.
Here's to us.
Here's to love.
All the times that we've messed up.
Here's to you.
Fill the glass.
Cuz the last few nights have kicked my ass!
Puck shouted out before throwing an evil smirk to Santana who nearly burst out giggling at the theatrics of it all.
If they give you hell,
Tell them Go fuck themselves.
Here's to us.
Here's to us.
Santana got up, playing the guitar masterfully before closing her eyes, preparing herself for her… well… favourite part of the song.
Here's to all that we kissed,
And to all that we missed,
To the biggest mistakes that we just wouldn't trade.
To us breakin' up,
Without us breakin down.
To whatever's comin' our way!
In the distance, a tall muscular shaped man watched as Santana danced around with the guitar in her hand. A born performer if he had ever seen one… But she was not what he was looking for. No… He was looking for a petite blonde with dark hazel eyes which could bear down right into her soul. He had come all this way to see her…
Here's to us.
Here's to love.
All the times that we've fucked up.
Here's to you.
Fill the glass.
Cuz the last few days have kicked my ass.
Oh Let's give 'em hell.
Wish everybody well.
Perhaps this small, passionate Latina knew where she was? It was worth a thought since everyone else seemed busy. But as he made his way closer, a mohawked boy caught his eye, watching him suspiciously. Maybe he wasn't as welcome as he had once thought.
Here's to us.
Here's to love.
All the times that we messed up.
Here's to you.
Fill the glass.
Cuz the last few nights have kicked my ass!
Santana suddenly stopped playing the guitar as she lifted it in the air. Shouting -
If they give you hell,
Tell them
Go fuck themselves.
(Go fuck themselves.)
Here's to us.
(Here's to us.)
Here's to us
(Here's to us.)
Here's to us-
The tall stranger started applauding making Santana stop instantly. Okay Perhaps the wrong move….Dark eyes finally fell on him, weighing him up suspiciously. This girl was tiny compared to his bulky frame but somehow she terrified the 50 shades of shit into him. That and all her friends had gotten up to face him down… Perhaps he should just be polite?
"Wow.. you were amazing" The stranger said, making Santana's eyebrow arch.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it" Santana simply said
The peculiarly tall man rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to think of something to say, but it was starting to get uncomfortable as the mohawked ruffian started to draw closer with a dangerous look in his eyes. Last thing he wanted was to get into an altercation with a boy that looked like he belonged in a dogfight….
"Sorry for bothering… I just wanted to know if you maybe saw my fiancé?"
Santana tilted her face slightly as she watched the grown man become more uncomfortable with each passing second. Maybe she should just help him out right? He anyway looked like he didn't belong here. Judging for his dark-wash suit and tailored shoes… he really didn't belong at this university….
"What's her name?" Santana asked as she raised her hand, showing Puck that he should calm down.
Puck's shoulders relaxed, but his eyes still focused on the intruder…. One wrong move and this man would know the meaning of pain.
"Perhaps you know her. She's a lecturer here… Quinn Fabray?"