Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any songs performed in this story. This is purely a work of fiction.
"If you save yourself for marriage you're a bore
If you don't save yourself for marriage you're a horr...ible person
If you won't have a drink then you're a prude
But they'll call you a drunk as soon as you down the first one
If you can't lose the weight then you're just fat
But if you lose too much then you're on crack
You're damned if you do and you're damned if you don't
So you might as well just do whatever you want.."
Hot water rushed over Des' body as she ran her hands through her hair.
"Make lots of noise
Kiss lots of boys
Or kiss lots of girls
If that's somethin' you're into
When the straight and narrow gets a little too straight
Roll up a joint
Or don't
Just follow your arrow wherever it points, yeah
Follow your arrow wherever it points..."
Santana on the phone with her mom leaving Des time to shower, and time to think of what to say when she talked to her about their relationship. She scrubbed her hair and rinsed the shampoo out. As she ran some conditioner through her hair she closed her eyes, completely relaxed.
"If you don't go to church you'll go to hell
If you're the first one on the front row you're a self-righteous son of a -
Can't win for losin'
You'll just disappoint 'em
Just 'cause you can't beat 'em don't mean you should join 'em
So make lots of noise
Kiss lots of boys
Or kiss lots of girls
If that's somethin' you're into
When the straight and narrow gets a little too straight
Roll up a joint
Or don't
Just follow your arrow wherever it points, yeah
Follow your arrow wherever it points..."
She shaved her legs and lathered up her loofah.
"Say what you think
Love who you love
'Cause you just get so many
Trips round the sun
Yeah you only...
Only live once
So make lots of noise
Kiss lots of boys
Or kiss lots of girls
If that's what you're into
When the straight and narrow gets a little too straight
Roll up a joint
I would
And follow your arrow wherever it points, yeah
Follow your arrow wherever it points..."
She stepped out of the shower and dried off. She sat in her towel for a while, leaning her head against the wall and trying to think of how to start a conversation. By the time she came back to reality she was completely dry. She dressed quickly and went out to the kitchen.
Santana was sitting at the bar with a bottle of water and a piece of paper.
"What's that?" Des asked.
"Application," Santana replied.
"Oh, looking for a new job?"
Santana shook her head.
"College."
"Really? That's amazing! So you figured out what you want to do?"
She looked at Des and smiled.
"I want to dance."
"Well, you're heaps better at it than me," Des joked.
"So is this an application to NYADA?"
"This one is. I have another one to Julliard."
"Oh my God, that's so cool!"
"You're really excited for me?"
"Of course I am! Who wouldn't be?"
"It's just that school is gonna take away time from us and..."
Des shook her head.
"Santana, we live together. And besides, we're grown women. I trust you and I don't think that we need to rush anything. School is important and I know how much you love dancing. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't support you?"
Santana beamed and tacked Des in a hug.
"You're so amazing," she told Des, kissing her lightly on the lips.
"I think you're amazing, and you're gonna kill it wherever you go."
"And you're right. We don't need to rush. I'm sorry if I came off as desperate or something. I'm just really excited to be with you."
Des grinned.
"I'm excited to be with you too."
Des listened as Santana went through both schools with her and was supportive and understanding.
"I mean, Julliard is the school to go to for dance."
"Yeah, but I feel like it's mostly ballerinas and I don't even know if I'm good enough to get in."
"You never know unless you try. And NYADA is amazing too."
"Yeah for musical theater."
"Don't stress over it. Everything's gonna fall into place however it's meant to."
Santana nodded nervously.
"Seriously, Santana. You're a star."
Des squeezed her hand.
Santana sent in the applications a few days later and couldn't stop thinking about them.
"Hey, we should do something fun. Take your mind off your applications."
"What did you have in mind?"
"We could have a nice dinner with Kurt and Rachel and then..."
There was a knock on the door. Des looked at Santana, but she looked just as confused as Des was.
Knock, knock, knock.
Des stood and went to the door, wishing they had a peephole. She opened it as Santana slowly moved in behind her.
"Jules?" Des muttered, hardly able to believe her eyes.
"Hi."
"What are you doing here?"
"I was in the neighborhood. Aren't you going to invite me in?"
Des moved out of the way and let her ex saunter in.
"Hi, I'm Jules," she said to Santana, holding out her hand.
Santana shook it grudgingly.
"Well, Des, introduce us," Jules urged.
"J-Jules, this is Santana..."
"Des' girlfriend," Santana finished icily.
"Nice," Jules remarked.
"What are you doing here?" Des asked again.
"I confess, I wasn't just in the neighborhood. I came to see you."
"Why?" Des asked.
Santana folded her arms over her chest looking less than thrilled.
"I wanted to extend an invitation to you and a...plus one," she said eying Santana, "for my wedding."
"Whoa. Wait. Hold on. I haven't seen you in months and all of a sudden you show up here inviting me to your wedding? I just started dating again and you're already getting married?"
"Some of us mature faster than others. I understand if you don't want to come. I just wanted to show you that I have no hard feelings and see if you and I could be friends."
Des went pink.
"Here," Jules said, handing her an ornate envelope, "Give me a call when you've decided."
Jules turned and walked towards the door.
"Why didn't you just mail the invitation?" Santana asked her.
Jules faced her.
"Because I know Des better than most people. She would have burned it, shredded it, or destroyed it somehow. I wanted to make absolutely sure she understood that I wasn't doing this to hurt her."
She left no time for a response before letting herself out.
Santana shook her head and looked at Des.
"Honestly, who does she think she is?"
She rolled her eyes.
"We gonna go or what?"
Des bit her lip and shrugged.
"Well, open the invitation and at least see when it is. Maybe there will be a good excuse not to go."
Des opened the envelope and slipped the invitation out.
It was black and white, classy really. It screamed Jules. Des read it out loud.
"You are cordially invited to the wedding of Julia Leigh Holden and Viveca Michelle Dalton. Wednesday, January 1, 2014. Ceremony will begin at eight o'clock in the evening. Reception to follow."
Santana grabbed the RSVP card.
"Really? Does she think no one has anything better to do on New Year's than go to her stupid wedding?"
Des shrugged.
"Do you want to go?"
"I don't know."
"It's not a big deal."
"Except it kinda is."
Santana gave her a look.
"She's psyching you out. I mean, didn't you say she dumped you like two months before you met me? That would mean she's been with this chick for less than nine months and they're already getting married. That's kind of ridiculous."
"True. I don't know. I'll think about it. There's still plenty of time to RSVP."
Des put the invitation away and put it out of her mind. She spend the rest of the week planning a dinner and a Callbacks outing.
"You can't put it off forever," Santana told her as Des was going over the shopping list.
"Can't put what off forever?" Des asked.
"The wedding invitation."
"Oh. I don't even care, honestly. If you want to go, we'll go."
"I just think that you should go."
"Why?"
"Because, she needs to see that you've moved on to bigger and, let's face it, much better things."
Des smiled and kissed Santana across the bar.
"And how exactly is showing up with some major eye candy on my arm gonna make it seem like I've moved on?"
"Did you really need to ask that?"
Des laughed.
"Okay, fine. But I don't see why I have to go to prove I'm over her," she admitted.
"Not going makes it seem like it hurts."
Des sighed.
"Fine. I'll fill out the stupid form tomorrow."
Santana smiled.
"Good."
"Happy?"
Santana nodded.
"Can we go get the stuff for dinner now?"
"Let's go."
Des grabbed her purse and opened the front door for Santana. The walked down to the train hand in hand.
Please don't murder me! I know it wasn't super long, but the next chapter should be longer. :)
Song:
"Follow Your Arrow" - Kacey Musgraves