Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, the concept for X-Factor or any copyrighted material mentioned in this fic. Just borrowing.
Santana's POV
The past three weeks have past in the blink of an eye. You feel like one morning you wake up after a results show and the next day you are standing on stage at another results show. Surprisingly, you remember the results show more clearly than the performances.
The Troubletones have remained somewhat strong through the past 3 weeks. Dani's logic worked out for week 2, and the judges were impressed with the group's rendition of "Sweet Thing" by Keith Urban. Week 3 brought upon Punk, and the Troubletones brought down the house with a high-energy performance of All Time Low's cover of "Umbrella"by Rihanna. Dani was able to show off her guitar skills, while Kitty was able to incorporate a chilling lyrical modern dance that fit the theme of the song to a tee. The judges again were impressed with your creativity and ability to think outside the box. Last week was probably the most trying for the group when the theme wheel landed on Kings and Queens of Pop.
Originally, you all assumed this should be one of the Troubletones easiest weeks, however, you soon realized that you had trouble picking a pop song that really fit the groups' ethos. When people think of Kings and Queens of Pop the brain automatically goes to Britney, Katy, Gaga, Justin (Timberlake or Bieber), Michael. You pushed for Michael, arguing his song selection gave you more range. The group pushed back saying you should save Michael for 80s week, but you thought that was too predictable. Eventually, all the infighting ended in the group picking a song out of a hat. The winning song was "Circus" by Britney Spears.
What was supposed to be a take on circus show turned more into a shit show. You all bit off more than you could chew in terms of choreography. None of your voices really fit Britney's staccato take on the song, and you ended up choosing Quinn as your lead soloist, but she was clearly uncomfortable in the spotlight. The judges were pretty harsh on the group, clearly expecting more out of the crowd favorite. They referred to the routine as being sloppy, underprepared and lacking leadership. You felt like each judge looked at you when giving his or her critiques. They gave the group credit for your unique arrangement, but expressed that you needed to be tighten up the loose bolts the further you advanced.
By some grace of God, America still liked the Troubletones enough to keep them around for another week. Unfortunately, week 4 was also a challenge week, so the winner got to pick theme and show order. Now that that there are only 6 groups left, each group had to prepare two numbers, which was a daunting task, but this was the only week you had to do it. The Warblers won King and Queens of Pop with a house-shattering rendition of Michael Jackson's "Bad". They chose Tribute as the theme, placing themselves at the opener and closer of the show. For Tribute, each group had to select an artist, dead or alive, who changed the scope of music – an icon. Artists were given out on a first come, first serve basis. Without missing a beat at the meeting Mercedes called out that the Troubletones would be doing Whitney Houston.
Other teams started to argue, but Kitty shut them down pretty quickly, "First come, first serve, bitches."
The only rule around show order was that the same team couldn't go back to back. The Troubletones were selected to go 5th and 7th. The Warblers were certainly playing the game. 5th was a forgettable spot in a show of 12 performances, and giving them only one act as a break, they had to change and regroup within a ten minute span. No other group had fewer than two acts between them. Message received, Warblers.
Most teams had yet to pick an icon, but Elvis and Michael Jackson were also off the board. The Warblers choosing Elvis and The New Directions MJ. You were surprised that the New Directions chose Michael Jackson the week after the Warblers won with an MJ number, but per usual, you and Brittany didn't discuss behind-closed-doors team details.
Brittany and The New Directions were staying consistent thus far through the show, never doing well enough to get huge props from the judges, but never faltering enough to end up in the bottom. They had a quality that made them accessible to the audience, and you think a lot of that had to do with your beautiful blonde. She had the bubbly, effervescent personality that made their video montages stand out. Last week, the producers showed clips from the 3-month hiatus, and Brittany introduced America to Lord Tubbington, and you're pretty sure that fat cat has more fans than you do.
Brittany has gotten a lot of attention for her dancing even in the first four weeks of the show. After Kings and Queens of Pop where The New Directions tackled Justin Timberlake's Seniorita which featured Mike and Brittany tangoing and breaking into an intense hip-hop routine, a few agents approached Brittany about signing after the show ended. She was resolute about going to Julliard, but kept their cards for after she graduated. That's something you admired so much about the blonde, she had a really good head on her shoulders.
Speaking of the blonde, you roll over and find yourself face to face with the girl that seems to never leave your mind. Ever since the two of you defined your relationship, you spend almost every night together, except for nights before performances. Rehearsals are getting more and more demanding, but you don't want to lose out on opportunities to grow together, get to know each other and explore the new relationship. You begin to pepper kisses all over her freckled face.
"Mmmm, morning" Brittany hums partially into the pillow, "I hope I always get to wake up to your sweet lady kisses." She grins and pulls you into her. You bury your face into the crook of her neck and inhale the comforting smell of lavender and burnt sugar. "How long have you been up?" She asks before planting a kiss on your lips.
You slowly roll out of her embrace, and start tapping your fingers on your thighs, "I don't know. Not long." Without even having to look at the blonde, you know she knows your lying. In the past month, she has learned your tells. When you lie you have to fidget your hands, when you are uncomfortable you twitch your mouth, when you are insecure you build walls.
"Baby" she whispers "Come here, love." Your heart skips a beat when Brittany utters the L word. She has plenty of nicknames for you, but this one was new. You both decided that a slower course to the relationship would be more beneficial in the long run. You both agreed that the proximity and opportunity to one another could give the relationship a false sense of security, and you wanted to establish a really strong foundation. Needless to say, this was the longest you have gone without having sex since you lost your virginity. But you didn't mind, Brittany kept you going in other ways. However, slow also applies to the emotional part of the relationship. Sure you both knew how you felt about one another, but emotional expression wasn't your strong suit and Brittany wasn't pushing you to do so.
The blonde opens her arms to you and lower yourself into her strong-arms, "Tana, you can't dwell on what happened Tuesday night. Sure, it wasn't your strongest performance, but it's better to have a bump in the road now than in week 8. You guys are certainly still the strongest team. No one would say otherwise. Don't let The Warblers get in your head. They gave you the death slots because of how good you are. I have never met anyone as outrageously talented and dedicated as you. Not the whole group, but you. This is your calling Santana, you are meant to do this. You have to believe in yourself, because if you don't then no one else will." She plants a kiss on your temple, "Well, except me, I will always believe in you."
Not having the words to express your gratitude, instead you capture the blonde's lips in a firm kiss. You slip your tongue between her two thin pink lips, and are granted access almost immediately. The kiss grows more and more heated, and soon you need more physical contact. You slip your arms around her waist, and pull her on top of you without breaking the kiss. A familiar tingle begins between your legs, and soon your stomach starts to tighten and almost burn. Her thigh immediately finds solace between your legs, putting pressure on the exact spot you need it. You involuntarily moan into her mouth, which seems to just spur the blonde on. She changes the angle of her mouth on yours, and slowly slides her hands down your bare thighs. Your back arches and hips buck into her. This time it's Brittany that moans. Her hand is dragging up your thigh and toying with the hem of your shirt, when you door bursts open.
"Satan, let's get a move on bit….Shit. I am so sorry!" Mercedes shouts as she tries to back out the room, but ends up running into the doorframe. "Fuck, that hurt." She kneels over and is holding her head.
Brittany bolts out of bed and runs over to her, "Oh my god, Mercedes are you okay?!"
"Brittany, mad respect for you girl, but please don't touch me. Lord knows where your hands have been!"
"God damn it, Cedes" you scream "get out of here!"
Mercedes finally stumbles out of the bedroom and Brittany pivots to return to bed with her signature chesire cat grin splattered across her face. She kneels down beside you and kisses you lightly on the lips, "Though I was very invested in what we were doing, we both should probably start getting ready for rehearsal."
"Ugh! Fine." You quickly kiss the blonde before trying to get out of bed, but realize your girlfriend isn't moving. One of Brittany's favorite games is for you to use your "teeny tiny body" to try to move hers. To Brittany's credit, her years of dancing had made her freakishly strong for her build. You found it incredibly sexy. In fact, even now as she leans beside you, you see the definition in her quads and you have to hold yourself back from running a hand up her defined legs.
Trying to catch the blonde by surprise, you swing your feet into her chest trying to nudge her off the bed. Brittany has faster reflexes than you anticipate and her hands find your ankles holding you still, "Not so fast young grasshopper" she chides you.
You giggle "You're such a dork, blondie." Brittany says she hates when you call her blondie, but you know she secretly loves it.
She shrugs, "That reflects more poorly on you than it does on me. You're the one dating me." She slowing runs her hands up and down your calves.
"Touche, Pierce, touché. But, seriously you better let me go. Troubletones aren't going to take kindly to me being late to rehearsal today. Tackling two numbers is going to be such a bitch. Good thing I've had Whitney's discography memorized since I learned how to speak. One good thing my mother taught me."
"Do you think you'll be soloing this week?" Brittany's eyes immediately widen, "Sorry, I didn't mean to ask that. That's breaking a rule. I just really like it when you sing." She smiles shyly.
"Don't worry, Bumble. Knowing if I am soloing or not doesn't give you any sort of advantage." You hum as she starts rubbing your feet and calves, "To be honest, we haven't discussed that much yet. Quinn is pretty resolute that I need to solo more if we are going to continue to be successful" You finish with a shrug.
"Well, she is right" Brittany asserts, as her blue eyes peer into your brown ones. "When you solo it's like the music gods are looking down on everyone. It's magical."
You smiled crookedly at your girlfriend. Brittany begins to loosen her grip on your legs, when her eyes land on your feet. Her hand ghosts over the tattoo that resides on the top of your right foot, "I have always meant to ask what this means" she begins to trace the shape of the tattoo.
You cock your head at her and watch as she seems completely mesmerized by the ink, "It means dream in Hebrew. I always wanted a tattoo, but I thought just having the word dream was cliché and Chinese characters were tacky. I got this when I moved out of my parents' house after graduation. Constant reminder of why the struggle is worth it."
She softly smiles while still tracing the word on your foot with her left hand. You can tell she wants to ask more about your parents, but she doesn't for some reason. Her right hand runs down the outside of your left calf by your heel bone, "And, what about this one?' She presses her right hand down on the space between your anklebone and Achilles. Crawling up your leg was another word in Hebrew.
"Um" you were hoping she didn't notice that tattoo yet, "that one means true love" you say quietly, almost in a whisper.
Her gaze remains on your feet "When did you get it?"
"About 6 weeks ago."
Brittany's POV
Your mind is racing, while you try to focus on everything Rachel is spewing out at you during rehearsal. You are trying to focus on Michael Jackson and help the group figure out how to attack the two numbers you need to learn for the week. But, you're also really distracted from this morning. Not that you never are not thinking about Santana, but she has been really worrying you the past two weeks. She gets really anxious after result shows, and has trouble sleeping, she is more fidgety and you notice that her attention span lags. You aren't convinced that it only has to do with the results show, and how the Troubletones do. Even this week, they didn't come in first, but they still had the second highest vote total of all the groups, yet she still internalizes it as a loss. You think their most be something else going on. Ever since the producers announced that week 5 would be family week and that they would fly in two members of everyone's family to be at the live show, she has been off.
You and Santana haven't spoken much about her relationship with her parents since the beginning of your long distance relationship. The time you spent together now is focused on happy things and enjoying your time together. All you understood was that her parents were not okay with her career choice, and she has not spoken to them since graduating high school. Since the Troubletones all live together in the Motta's penthouse, her cost of living is low, but she has been earning money on the side singing in bars and writing music for small independent labels. You can't help but wonder if all her pent up anxiety is directly caused by the fact that she knows no one is coming for her next, though she wishes they were. Talking with Santana about the issue seems to be a lose-lose because she doesn't react well to "emotions" and the time you have with her is limited as it is. You think about reaching out to Quinn, but are worried about overstepping.
It also effects what you share with Santana, just this morning on the way to rehearsal you were FaceTiming with Aubrey and your mom, and how excited they are to meet Santana, and you feel awkward about sharing that with her.
Not only are you worried about Santana's emotional well-being, but you can't stop thinking about her in a physical sense. Neither of you are pushing the other one to have sex, but it is undeniable how attracted you are to one another and how deeply you care for each other. Sex is not a question of it, it is a question of when. All you know is that you want it to mean something, because Santana means something. You want it to be special, because Santana is special. Plus, her tattoo, you aren't sure where to begin in thinking about that.
As all this swirls around your brain, you can't focus on The New Directions conversation,
"Earth to Brittany!" Rachel pulls you out of your trance "Care to join us from whatever far off magical land your brain is currently residing in. We need our lead choreography completely focused on this week. We have to contribute two killer numbers to the show, and pay tribute to Michael Jackson. While I was far more in favor of choosing a songstress such as Judy Garland, I understand that it might be in the group's best interest to do otherwise. So, what are your thoughts on numbers?"
You freeze and slowly start to panic. Last night was meant for private deliberation where each group member would pick a few MJ selections and propose them to the teams. Instead, you and Santana stayed up late watching Long Island Medium and trying to imitate the woman's accent. You smile at the memory, but immediately snap out if it. Then you think, how would Santana approach this?
You have been really impressed with the Troubletones' analyses of the other groups throughout the competition, and how much they evaluate their own number selections and how it will blend with the entire show, while also trying to stay true to themselves. Santana admitted to Brittany that not staying true to themselves is what got them in trouble last week.
"Well" you begin slowly trying to find your stride, "I think we should focus on two, high energy group numbers. The judges react better when we showcase our balance. The Warblers just killed with an MJ song, so we need to differentiate ourselves from them. They focused on one singer and repetitive dance moves, we need to show how we are more than that." You remember the judges commending you for group quality after your rendition of My Chemical Romance's Sing for punk week. "We should let the boys take lead vocals on one of the songs, and the girls on the other to show MJs musical range." You tap your fingers against your chin, "Choreography might be tricky. MJ was one of the best all around performers and we need to give him props, while also knowing our limitations. My vote would be for a Jackson 5 song like I Want U Back, and then maybe one of his darker songs like Smooth Criminal. Show variety."
"Wow, Britt, you really thought that through" Sam says while giving you a high five. "I just picked songs I like, I didn't even give any thought to why they mattered" he says sheepishly.
"I must say, Brittany, I am impressed with your astute observations about not only us, but our competition as well" Rachel adds.
Without thinking you reply, "Yeah, Santana always says 'know your enemy, know yourself'."
"Santana? Santana Lopez? Why would you know what Santana Lopez always say? Are you friends with Santana Lopez?" Rachel asks suspiciously.
"Stop saying Santana Lopez" Tina jumps in "you sound so creepy."
"I am just perplexed as to why Brittany, a member of The New Directions, would be fraternizing with Santana Lopez a member of an opposing team."
Rachel looks at you sternly, waiting for you to answer her initial question. You begin to get frazzled, looking around at your teammates for some assistance.
Artie wheels over to you and puts a hand on your arm, "Just tell her, B. She is going to find our eventually and at least this is in a controlled environment."
"Tell her what?" Finn asks, "What's going on? If this is affecting the team, we all should know."
Everyone turns to you expectantly, you sigh "While I don't see how this affects the team, at all, or has anything directly to do with the team, um Santana and I are dating and we have been officially for about a month. But, we have been talking ever since the first night in LA 4 months ago. Just to be clear, she and I do not discuss our teams' strategies for each week and we respect that we both want to win this competition."
"That's so hot. If you two ever want to mix it up" Puck begins.
"Don't finish that thought Puck" you hold a hand up to your friend.
He chortles, "Just kidding baby Pierce, I think it's awesome that you are getting your lady loving on. Plus, Santana is an absolute dime."
You gaze lands on Rachel who seems to be mulling over the new information. Nothing Rachel says is going to change how you feel about Santana and change the fact that you two are together, but Rachel is your teammate and your friend. Primarily you want her to support you, however you also don't want anything you do to make her upset or uncomfortable.
"Well, Brittany, though I wish you did not feel as though you needed to keep this information from me, I will do my best to respect your relationship with Santana. As long as I don't think it is negatively impacting the team and our chances of winning the competition."
"Wow" you feel a weight lift off your shoulders "Rachel thank you so much. I am sorry I kept it from you, I was just nervous at how you would react."
Rachel lays a hand on top of yours, "Oh, Brittany, on the contrary I think it is absolutely wonderful and quite beneficial to our team that we have an in with the best team at the competition."
You screw your eyes up in confusion "I don't think I understand what you're saying."
"Rachel…" Mike warns "Come on."
"I just think that having someone on the inside of the Troubletones camp could be helpful in getting prepared to face them in competition, I mean Santana said it best know your enemy, know yourself" Rachel says lightly, "Do you know how the Troubletones prepare for their competition each week, Britt?"
You start to feel very uncomfortable about the situation and get confused, and when you get confused your brain starts to work against you, "Um, well, I guess I do. Each week they watch the play back of the show and analyze each team in different categories – some people watch singing, some watch dancing, Santana determines it-factor." You aren't sure if you should be saying this, but then you remember that Mercedes said any team could do this and it wasn't really an advantage if you knew.
"Fascinating" Rachel strides over to a piece of paper "Go on, Brittany. What have they been saying. Please focus primarily on us, themselves and the Warblers. Start from Week 1. I am especially intrigued by their categorization of the it-factor." She grabs a pen and waits for you to continue. You start to get physically frazzled, you run your hands through your hair. You feel like you don't know if you should be protecting Santana or helping the team. You weren't even sure if this was hurting Santana and The Troubletones. Sometimes when Rachel talks you feel compelled to answer just so she stops talking.
"Okay, okay. This stops now," Tina jumps in. "Rachel, it is ridiculous of you to try to take advantage of Brittany and Santana's relationship to benefit us. You're asking Brittany to be evasive with her personal relationship with Santana and that isn't helpful or supportive. If you truly care about Brittany, you'll support her and Santana as if Santana was not in this competition."
Rachel seems taken aback at Tina's words, "Well excuse me for having the teams best interests at heart. If you all just want Brittany to have fun with Santana and not think about the consequences or GAINS that could be made from the relationship, then that is just fine."
"Maybe Rachel is right," Sam pipes in, "maybe Brittany's relationship with Santana could be helpful to us. I mean I bet she tells you the songs they are doing and their game plan for each theme right? They could give us ideas or maybe we could get a competitive edge on them."
After Sam says this, the room seems to explode, some members of the team arguing for Brittany and Santana, some against them. Puck is just yelling to yell. The room gets completely overwhelming for you, so you just grabbed your phone and walk out unnoticed. You sent Artie a text, explaining that you needed space and time, before texting the person you needed to see most.
Brittany: Hi Sweet T, please tell me you're not in rehearsal. I really need to see you.
Santana: Hi Bumble, are you okay? I am in piano room 3, we have an hour break before we start up again.
You turn around in the main house, and take the stairs leading down to the piano rooms. You had never been in the piano rooms before, The New Directions primarily stayed in the dance studio space for their rehearsals. You knew that The Troubletones used the piano rooms for their vocal practice. You walk in front of room 3 and see Santana sitting on the bench with her back turned to you, hammering at the keys. You slink in silently to hear your girlfriend play and sing,
So, if you're listening
There's so much more to me
You haven't seen
Living in the shadow
Of someone else's dream
Trying to find a hand to hold
But every touch felt cold to me
Living in a nightmare
A never-ending sleep
But now that I am wide awake
I can finally see
Don't feel sorry for me.
"I have to be honest" you speak up from your perch at the door, "I never thought I would like an Ashlee Simpson song. You once again prove me wrong, Santana Lopez." You begin to walk towards the piano.
Santana swings her legs over the bench, "Oh please. I know you know every word to Pieces of Me. That was a middle school anthem for every girl our age."
You smile down at your girlfriend before leaning in and placing a light kiss on her lips. She runs her hands up your arms, "I remember when I first got her album. I made my mom drive me to the mall right after school and I raced into FYE. I thought it was so cool that she was punk and so different than Jessica, I thought someone finally got me. When we got home I locked myself in my room and put the CD on my discman and listened to it on repeat for days. As you can see, she is still a guilty pleasure. I bet she drops another great album in our lifetime."
"You say another as if she has already dropped one."
"Hey!" The Latina pinches your forearms, "Autobiography got me through some tough times. Like my first period and my first awful tongue kiss with Henry Reeder. I even had a poster of her and Ryan Cabrera up in my room. Don't knock it."
You laugh as you slide onto the bench next to the Latina, "Were you playing that song for a particular reason?"
Santana's hands immediately clasp together "Nope, just messing around. I wanted to see if I could turn the guitar into piano notes." You sigh quietly, knowing Santana is avoiding telling you the truth, but you decide not to push it.
You lean your head on your shoulder, "Well, I am glad that I get to spend some time with you." Instinctively, Santana wraps her arm around your waist and plants a kiss on your temple.
"What happened, B? Did something go down at rehearsal?"
You hesitate and bury your nose into Santana's shoulder, breathing in her cinnamon scent, which automatically calms you, "I told Rachel we were dating. Then she tried to get to use our relationship for a competitive advantage, but I was confused as to what she wanted me to do, so I told her how you guys evaluate the competition. And then Tina got mad at Rachel for asking me to put the team before our relationship and then Sam agreed with Rachel about trying to manipulate you. So now I am mad at Sam and Rachel. And then everyone started yelling, and my brain started to hurt so I left. I am really sorry, Santana." You say all this in one breath with your mouth still against Santana's warm shoulder.
Santana chuckles and you feel the laugh go through her shoulders, "From what I understood of that, it sounds like Rachel was being very, well um Rachel. As for Sam, I think Trouty is pretty suspect of me and my intentions. And, don't be sorry, baby. You didn't do anything wrong. I told you, The Troubletones don't really have secrets. Sure, I don't want you guys knowing our set list or anything, but that is more out of superstition. I would let all of you watch rehearsal if you wanted to, your problem is still figuring out how to beat us. That goes for anyone, not just you guys."
You lift your head from Santana's body, "So you're not mad at me. I really didn't mean to violate your trust. I know that is like one of the main pillars of any healthy relationship."
Santana leans in and kisses you full on the mouth. She sucks your bottom lip between her two plump ones, and slowly nibbles on it. She runs her hand down your spine, which sends shivers through your whole body. When she pulls away, her eyes are darker and hooded. "I could never be mad at you over something like that, Bumble Bee."
Slowly she turns back to the piano and strokes the keys lightly, "I was actually wondering if I could play you something" she ask quietly, her back to you.
You turn so you're shoulder to shoulder with her at the instrument. "I um actually wrote this for you when we were apart a few months ago. I just recently finished it" she says quietly.
"I would love to hear your song, Santana." You lean in and plant a kiss on her temple, "Do you need me to move or can I sit here?"
"Stay."
Her hands hit the keys and all of sudden you are lost in her music. The song has a darker tone and clearly full of emotion. Her hands fly across the keys, and you are amazed at the depth of talent your girlfriend possesses. As you are admiring her playing skills, her voice comes alive and you almost stop breathing. It is one thing to hear Santana perform every week on stage, but being this close and intimate brings the performance to a whole other level.
It's a late night
On a lonely street
I can't hide
I can't hide
See the sunrise
The truth is waking up in me
I can't hide
I can't hide
Doesn't matter where I go
When I'm without you I am low
Without you
Without you
I am low and lost without you
Thought that I could make it right
That there was something I could find
Without you
Without you
I've been low and lost without you
The lyrics invade your head and you can imagine the emotions Santana must have been feeling when she wrote these words, and you know those emotions, because you felt them too. You look at the beautiful girl playing this song to you, her eyes are shut tight with emotion, her hands find the keys so easily as if she has played this song 1000 times. The lyrics pour out of her as if they were words from her own diary.
I thought that I could make this right
The only thing that I could find
Is that I've been low and lost without you by my side
I've been low and lost with you
Been low and lost without you
Doesn't matter where I go
When I'm without you I am low
Without you
Without you
I've been low and lost without you
Been low and lost without you
Been low and lost without you
The song ends, and a calming silence permeate the room, as the last murmurs of the keys vibrations subside. You want to say something, but at the moment you are too full of emotion and feelings for the girl sitting beside you.
Santana looks over at you, and she smiles, "I don't feel so low or lost anymore."
You take your hand and run it down the length of her face before resting your palm against her cheek, and find yourself looking into her deep brown eyes. Brown eyes that have a soft background of honey gold that shimmers in the right light. The eyes that you want to see every night before bed and the eyes you want to see each morning you wake up. You look at the lips that you want to kiss for the rest of forever. You look at the girl that has made you happier in the past 4 months than anyone has in your life. Who in the last 4 weeks has made you feel things that you don't think anyone else ever will.
Three words bubble up to your lips. "I…" you begin, but Santana cuts you off and places her hand over your mouth. She slowly pulls her hand away, and gives her your smile, her eyes sparkling, her dimples deep. She leans in and plants a sweet kiss on your lips, which while brief packs emotions. There didn't need to be any fanfare, just the two of you was all you needed. No further discussion, no giggles or repetitions. Just the pair of you.
"I want to take you on a date" the Latina injects. "A proper one. Not in the townhouse or on the compound. I want to take you out, for real."
"I think I would really like that."
AN: Songs used - Pieces of Me ~ Ashlee Simpson, Without You ~ Ben Rector.
This update was my last of completed content, so now I will be writing fresh each week, and updates will definitely not be as frequent. I have about half of the date update written. Let me know if you have ideas for any of the remaining themes!
