Chapter 8
You miss Quinn but you decide not to think so much about the fact that she's gone home. It's only been a couple of hours and you already miss her. It's pathetic how much she means to you but at the same time, she needs you just as much. Otherwise she wouldn't have texted you seven times telling you how much she wishes she could've stayed. You told her to stop texting while she's driving but she only told you to shut up and you told her you love her before you finally fell asleep, your phone closely snuggled against your chest.
It's Monday when you wake up and you realize Santana didn't come over yesterday. You hope that she was busy the entire night with planning for their upcoming gigs. And not busy with something else, or someone else.
You wonder if Santana has taken anyone home since that loud girl, you haven't heard any more sounds. You silently hope that she hasn't. You shouldn't really think about whether she takes someone home or not. She's just your neighbor and as long as she doesn't disturb you with any loud sounds, you have nothing to complain about. You should really mind your own business and not think about Santana's night activities. You shouldn't think about her, or what she does, or what she wears, or how brown her eyes are, or how sometimes when she smiles at you her eyes just brightens up like they're on fire. And your chest almost flutters. And you really shouldn't think about this. At all.
You eat breakfast and you don't even seem to notice when you start to think about her full lips. Then you take a shower and somehow you start to think about her brown eyes. Then you get dressed and you can't help but think about her cute dimples. She's everywhere and you get a little creeped out by yourself when you realize everything is only in your head. If you were Santana, you would be scared of you.
You're still thinking about her when someone texts you and you slide your phone out of your pocket. Your stomach does some weird flips when it's Santana's name that pops up on your screen with a smiling Lord Tubbington in the background.
She asks if she can come over and you look down your body, checking that your clothes are in place, before you answer that it's okay. She didn't come over last night but she's immediately forgiven for abandoning you, when she saunters in to your apartment and smiles a crooked smile at you, apologizing with her eyes.
Now you're sitting with her on your couch again. It's 10 am but neither of you are especially tired.
Instead you're giggling together and you don't even know why.
It probably has something to do with the story she just told you about when her mom got arrested at the airport for stealing toothpaste.
She's laughing while patting your knee and you laugh with her while she tells you one more story about how her dad used to embarrass her in front of her friends in high school.
You think her family is awesome so you tell her that and Santana shrugs bashfully. You're smiling at each other and for a few seconds, that's all you do.
But then she shuffles a little on the couch and her head perks up as if she just got a brilliant idea. "I want to try something with you" She says suddenly and you lift your gaze from her hand on your knee.
"How many times do I have to tell you this, Santana?" you roll your eyes to emphasize your point. "I'm not getting naked with you."
A perfectly shaped eyebrow is slowly raised to the hairline. Santana stares at you open-mouthed and you stare back.
"Who said anything about getting naked?" She asks and you roll your eyes because seriously?
"Puh-lease!" you exclaim and Santana only smirks at you in response. "Your mind is always in the gutter."
She places her hand above her heart and gasps playfully. "Why would you accuse me of such a thing?" she whines and you shake your head again, but a smile creeps onto your lips anyway.
"Anyway, that's not what I was going to say." Santana crosses her legs on the couch and turns so that you're facing each other, Indian style. You raise an eyebrow at her. She looks dead serious and you bite your lip not to start giggling again.
Sometimes you're not good with serious situations.
"What are you doing?" you ask when she connects her thumbs with her middle fingers and places her hands on her knees.
"Just do what I do" she says. But when she closes her eyes and starts saying 'uummmm' like a freaking Buddha, very loudly, you can't anymore. You just can't.
You burst out laughing and you bend your head down 'cause you simply can't hold it upright. You feel tears stinging at your eyes and you inhale quickly, trying not to choke on your own breath. You always cry when laughing too hard, it's an issue you probably were born with. Your mom has the same thing, so every time you're laughing together, you both burst into tears and everyone around you thinks you're crazy.
"Britt," Santana says sternly, trying to shush you. "Britt!" she says louder this time when you just keep laughing. "Britt! Stop laughing!" She pokes your stomach and you don't know why she would do that if she wants you to stop laughing. That's probably the silliest thing to do at the moment. "Seriously, this is a real thing. It makes you relax."
You can't take it.
You bend forward and you don't have time to save yourself. You fall off the couch. You keep laughing and you're clutching your stomach. It's starting to ache but you can't seem to stop.
You're lying on the floor between the coffee table and the couch, still clutching your stomach, when something soft and heavy lands on top of you. It takes you two seconds, but then you realize that it's Santana. She's lying on top of your body, her knees steadying herself on either side of your waist, her face so close to yours. She places one hand right above your head and she leans down further.
But even her hot breath on your cheek can't get you to stop laughing.
"Stop laughing or I'll kiss you" she dares you and for a moment you stop, and you gulp and your stomach flutter, then your lips turn upwards and you're laughing again.
You feel her hips against yours, making everything flutter. Your chest tightens and your leg muscles contract.
She stares into your blue eyes, and you suddenly watch her face change and she's staring so deeply into your eyes.
Your laughter dies down quickly. It's only your heavy breathing that can be heard in the otherwise silent room.
Santana moves her gaze down your face, taking you in slowly and you have to swallow thickly again because she's so close to you.
Her body is pressed against you. Her thighs against yours, her stomach against yours, and her boobs against yours.
Her other hand comes up to your head and she places it on the side of your neck. She slides her hand down and starts to caress the back of your neck and she's urging you upwards with her hand. Her nose bumps yours and you breathe in her scent through your nostrils.
Your eyes fall shut and you sigh against her face. Your body starts to tingle again and something is burning in the pit of your stomach, a livid fire that you can't seem to control.
"Dios mio" she pants.
You quickly open your eyes and she's breathing against your mouth. Your head's spinning and your fingers are twitching to touch her, but you have to ask. You're aware that people can know a few words in another language without speaking it fluently. But since she's Hispanic, maybe she does know how to speak it fluently. A rush of heat collides somewhere between your legs when you think about the possibility.
"You speak Spanish?" you ask between shallow breaths.
Santana opens her eyes and her mouth forms an o-shape.
"Uh, yeah" she whispers and she bows her head to the side and down. She nuzzles your neck and she's breathing so heavily. She presses her face closer; her nose brushes the skin on your neck. You feel your fingers twitch again; her touch combined with the knowledge that she actually can speak Spanish just does something to your body.
Her wet and warm lips press lightly against your skin and your hands come to rest on her lower back. She drags her lips upwards and you feel a shiver run through your body. Her touch makes your whole insides flutter. Her hair tickles your cheek and you tilt your head up, chipping for air.
Suddenly you feel her hips add the slightest pressure against your hips. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your jaw drops open. You move your hand and you grip her bicep.
You don't know how, or why, but suddenly you're slipping your thigh in between her legs, letting her press her core harder against your thigh.
"Uuhh," Santana moans loudly in your ear and you feel her hips grind down against you.
You lose control.
You feel yourself drift away with her. You feel her body moving against yours. You feel her hot breath tickling your neck. You feel her. And she feels amazing.
But you know you can't.
So you pull away.
You sit up and she stops the movements. She opens her eyes and she sits up with you. Her eyelids are heavy and her hair is messy. You want to brush your fingers over her lips but you resist the urge.
Instead you poke her thigh, you tell her with your eyes to get up.
She reluctantly leaves your lap, and she rests her back against the couch.
The room is so silent and it feels like you're about to explode.
"I need to go grocery shopping," you say and you bite your tongue.
She looks wild still. She looks so fucking beautiful and you just want to kiss her.
So you look away, and you place your hands on the floor to get up. You dust off your jeans and you slowly turn around to look at Santana.
Her head is tilted back, resting against the couch, and you can still see her chest moving up and down from her heavy breathing. She doesn't look at you but you can see the conflicted look behind her eyes.
"Come with me?" you ask and you plea with your voice. You even go so far as to jut your bottom lip out, knowing she can't resist that.
When she looks at you, and her gaze falls to your lips, she grunts and she puffs out a long breath.
"Guess so" she answers and you smile at her while helping her up from the floor.
XxXx
You've collected a shopping cart and you're walking towards the entrance of the mall.
When you enter the store, Santana comes up beside you. "What are you buying? This is pointless. You already have, like, tones of food in your fridge." You turn your face towards her slightly and you give her a pointed look. "I've checked," she deadpans, and you only shake your head at her, grinning.
She's been complaining since the moment you entered her car and for some weird reason, you find it incredibly cute.
She places her hand on your arm and then you feel her eyes on the side of your face. You don't turn to look at her because you don't know why she's looking at you and her gaze makes you kind of nervous.
Suddenly she inhales slowly and when you finally look at her, she has her eyebrows furrowed and she's looking at you like she's trying to figure you out.
You don't really want her to figure you out. You don't want her to see something that she probably will see if she looks closely. You're pretty sure your face is giving everything away, even when you're not talking or showing any kind of emotion.
You think that maybe she'll see something that will freak her out, that already freaks you out. Maybe she'll see that you want her in a way that's not allowed. That you want her more than a friend, maybe even more than getting to kiss her sometimes. Maybe you want her like you're not supposed to want her, and maybe she can see that.
But then you see her shaking her head back and forth before looking at you again. You just keep walking, pushing the cart forward, while she's still looped around your arm.
"You're aware of how wet you made me before, right?" she asks and she kind of catches you off guard.
You stop pushing the cart forward and when you stop walking, it takes Santana a second to catch up because she takes three more steps before she realizes that you've stopped walking.
"What?" she asks you and you only arch you're eyebrows because if there's anyone who should ask what, it's you.
You don't really know what to say or what to do, so the only thing you can think of to do is walk away, mumbling something about "soap".
You leave Santana and the cart while you walk away to collect some random soap.
You can't deal with her. You can't deal with the knowledge of how wet she is. You're wet too, inappropriately wet for grocery shopping.
But you can't think about her that way, you can't replay that scene in your head right now. You need to focus and not think about her. In some way you think that the more you'll think about her, the faster you'll fall.
And Santana doesn't want you the way you want her, so you can't.
"Go pick out a milk for me, San" you say somewhat sternly to her when you come back with the soap and she smirks before leaving you, but not before brushing her shoulder against yours on her way to the dairy department.
You sigh and pull the cart forward. You decide to buy some soda since your body's craving something sweet.
You don't even know how or why but then you're imagining Santana's body pressed against yours again and her lips ghosting the skin on your neck.
That's definitely also something sweet that you're craving.
But you don't get to think about it because Santana comes creeping up behind you, and reaches her arms over your shoulders to drop the milk in the cart.
She walks beside you while you pick various things that you might need, some time. Truth is; Santana's right. You didn't really need to go shopping. It was just something you said in the midst of panicking.
Panicking because you're letting your attraction towards her decide how you're acting nowadays and you need to control yourself better.
But it's really hard when she's so hot, and beautiful, and funny, and sweet, and – Ugh.
You turn left when you're nearing the soda section and you stop to pick something out.
"You should tots buy coke, I'll come over more often if you do," Santana says and you giggle. Guess you're gonna buy the coke then.
XxXx
"Do you have siblings?"
You turn towards Santana and she looks at you questioningly. You push the cart forward while tossing various items in there that you might need.
"Random," Santana laughs breathily and you smile at her while shrugging a shoulder. "But, yeah, I do" she says and you quirk an eyebrow as to tell her to go on. "A younger brother and an older sister."
"Cool," you say. You really wish you had siblings but you're a lonely child.
Well, not that lonely. You'll always have Lord Tubbington.
Santana asks you if you have any siblings and you shake your head. "I have a cat," you say instead because you don't want her to think that you were lonely growing up, because you weren't.
"Right," she says and then she giggles and you look at her. "Lord Dupps, or something" she says and you snort.
"It's Lord Tubbington. Lord Tubbs for short," you explain and she bobs her head up and down, telling you she understands.
"Do you have any pets?" you ask Santana. She tosses a package of Chai into your cart and you smile at her choice of tea.
"I had a goldfish when I was, like, nine" she says and you instantly brighten up.
"Nemo!" you shout a little too loud, making an elderly woman walking by you stare angrily. You shoot her an apologetic smile before turning your eyes to Santana again.
She smiles adoringly at you and you blush under her stare. "Yeah, almost. Though Nemo never died, my fish died after only two weaks."
Santana rolls her eyes at the ceiling and you reach your hand out to pat her shoulder. "I'm sorry to hear that, San" you say and Santana only rolls her eyes again.
"I was nine, Britt. I'm fine now. Plus, it was my fault. I forgot to feed him."
You look at Santana disapprovingly and she only shrugs a shoulder.
XxXx
"Gimme your phone, Britt" she says and snaps her fingers in the air in front of your jean pocket.
You give her a suspicious look and she only snaps faster.
"Why?" you ask, because you don't want her to do something stupid, like text your ex or something. That's totally happened to you in high school at a party while you were playing truth or dare and you don't want it to happen again. Apparently, your ex had gotten a text that said that you wanted her back and that you're forgiving her for cheating on you. She came banging on your door in the middle of the night, asking you out on a date, so both your parents woke up. You don't want it to happen again, so of course you're suspicious.
Maybe you should just delete your ex's number, but whatever.
"I want to take a picture of us, shopping" she answers and you raise your eyebrows, because what? "Come on, Britts, I won't text-rape you or anything" she rolls her eyes as if that is something she absolutely wouldn't do.
After 7 seconds of contemplation, you give her your phone. She takes it, but you don't let it go yet. She tries to pull your phone out of your grip, but you don't budge. "If you do something stupid, you have to speak Spanish for me."
She snorts and rolls her eyes, but grumble a silent 'okay' and you drop your hand so that she can take your phone.
Santana comes to stand next to you and she puts her arm around your shoulder as she inches closer to your face and then snaps a photo of both of you with her free hand.
You shake your head, because you don't really see the point of taking photos in the grocery store.
"Okay, one more." She says and poses the camera in front of your faces again and your lips form a large smile for the camera.
But before she snaps the photo, she turns her face and gives your cheek a peck.
You have no time to react before she turns the phone and looks at the picture.
"Aww, we look so cute" she smiles and you tilt your head so that you can see too.
You're smiling a bright smile, and your cheeks are a little rosy. Santana's kissing your cheek while smiling and her hand is resting on your shoulder.
You really do look cute. So cute that you don't even notice when Santana walks away from you, taking your phone with her.
But then you snap your head towards her and she's smirking while typing something out on your phone.
You scream "No Santana!" so loud that you think everybody in the store heard you, and you lunge forward to get your phone back.
Santana's quick and when you've reached her, she's already running away from you.
"What are you doing?" you scream at her while running after her, turning left and coming to a stop near the candy department. She stops and then she's turning around to face you, just as you're running forward to catch her.
You bump in to her body and you reach for your phone clumsily.
"Easy, tiger. I didn't even do anything" she says, shrugging, and you have a hard time believing her while she's smirking like that.
You check so that she hasn't sent any text messages, which she hasn't. So you pocket your phone for the moment (you have to do a more proper investigation later) and you look at her while reaching for her wrists.
You lead her backwards, with a vice grip on both her wrists. She's giggling and it only makes your grip turn more vice.
You push her up against the shelves with chocolate covered popcorn, and you dare her to speak Spanish to you.
You pin her wrists above her head, and in this moment, you feel really lucky to be slightly taller than her.
She's still giggling but her gaze seems more intense.
"What do you want me to say?" she says and she's bending her hands, trying to be released.
"Whatever. Just talk" you demand and you watch her eyes lock onto your face.
You're standing really close to each other, you're pinning her up against the shelves and you hold her wrists above her head in a tight grip. Your bodies are touching and you're in kissing-distance with your faces. You're aware of how this may look, but you don't really care. You just want her lips to start forming Spanish words.
She slowly licks her lips and you look at the motion, feelings your ears burn. She slowly opens her mouth and when she starts forming the words, you think you might die. "Eres tan sexy. Usted no tiene ninguna idea de lo que me haces." You watch her lips whisper those words and you feel your skin burn. Your cheeks are hot and your body's pounding. She looks straight into your eyes and you swallow nervously. Suddenly every part of your body that's touching hers starts to get really hot. You feel her breath on your face and for some reason it feels like your faces are even closer now than they were only seconds ago. Her eyes are dark and her gaze trails over your face, taking in your features. You shift between looking at her full lips and her brown eyes. Then you slowly lick your lips and you let her wrists fall to her sides.
You manage to create some distance between your bodies so that you can breathe properly again and you smooth your shirt down.
"Uhm," it comes out throatily so you cough a little, trying to get your voice back to normal.
Then you look at her face and she's smirking at you.
"If I knew Spanish was your weakness, I would've used it much sooner" she says and you feel yourself blushing harder.
"Spanish is every girl's weakness, San" you say and her smirk grows. Who would not get turned on by someone speaking Spanish? Especially when Santana speaks it.
You rise up on your tiptoes and place your hands behind your back. You suck your lips into your mouth as you look up at Santana through your eye lashes. "Should we go back to the cart? Now that I've gotten my phone back and everything…"
"Yep, sure" she says and you can still make out a small smile tugging at her lips.
Holy cow.
Spanish is the sexiest language, according to you (and probably everyone else too) and Santana is definitely the sexiest person. And if you put those two together, you get a Santana that speaks Spanish.
What could possibly be sexier?
Nothing.
You turn around but before you walk back to the cart, you snatch a package of chocolate covered popcorn from the shelf that you had Santana pinned against.
Then you walk back, with Santana closely behind.
After a couple of minutes strolling down the aisles, Santana decides that she wants to pull the cart. But when you let her, you realize that maybe it wasn't the best of ideas.
For the past five minutes, she has run in to one lady with a very hot temperament and two guys in their mid 30's. The guys only laughed and then threw us winks and said that we could run in to them anytime we wanted. I pretended to gag while Santana gave them her best bitch glare.
Now she's convinced you to sit in the cart while she's pushing you forward.
When she bends her upper body over the cart and let her feet leave the floor while she sings "weehoo", you think that maybe this was the worst idea.
"Santana, seriously!" you scream when she's pushing the cart forward and you're less than two centimeters away from knocking down their entire DVD-selection.
"Let me out!" you demand but your voice sounds more like begging.
Santana chuckles but then pulls the cart to a stop, letting you climb out.
"Jesus," you mutter under your breath while straightening your hair out.
"That was fun!" Santana says cheerily and raises her eyebrows as if she wants you to say that you think the same.
"It was, indeed" you snort and cross your arms across your chest. "You could've killed us both, but yeah, super fun."
You hear Santana chuckling while you smooth your shirt down with your hands.
"Come on, Britts. It wasn't that bad" she says and you bite your lip while trying not to smile. You shake your head because Santana's coming closer to you with a playful smile. She bumps her shoulder with yours, and she touches your shoe with hers. She's looking at you through her eyelashes and it looks like she's trying to hide a huge smile, but she's failing.
You meet her gaze and your smile grows and then you giggle and she giggles with you.
And you want to point out how freakin cute she's being but you don't want her to get offended so you don't.
XxXx
Santana decides that you should play 20 questions again since apparently "you're boring the crap out of her with this never-ending shopping". You understand her reasoning though, you've been here for almost an hour but you can't help yourself. This store is big and there's so many cool stuff!
"Okay, you start" Santana says while peeling a banana. They were handing out free fruit to kids under the age of 12 but Santana managed to flirt her way through to the guy who handed them out. You're not surprised that she succeeded though.
You bite the inside of your cheek while thinking about what question to ask her. You reach for a box of frozen berries that were on special offer.
"How did you meet Sam?" you ask and you're a little surprised that you just asked that, you haven't been thinking about him since that day you met him at the bar, when he was hugging Santana like his life depended on it.
But you're curious because the way she talked about him made it seem like they… do stuff together pretty often.
"We met at a strip club actually," she says while chewing and you stop immediately to look at her. Her face is straight and there's not even a hint of a smirk on her face.
Santana on strip clubs…
Your mind makes up some weird pictures that you quickly shake away.
"Oh?" you say instead and courage her to continue.
"He was working there," she smiles faintly, and then she snorts. "He called himself white chocolate."
And you almost laugh, almost.
But you want her to continue talking so you decide not to interrupt her.
"I was pretty messed up at the time, and I guess he was too. So, yeah, we ended up having sex."
And your mind takes a spin and your legs apparently thinks it's a good idea to stop functioning because they've stopped moving.
You deliberately ignore the fact that they had sex and your mind instantly shifts to the first sentence.
She was pretty messed up. Why was she messed up? You suddenly want to hug her and tell her 'it's okay' but you guess you shouldn't. You don't know how she felt or what made her messed up. You don't want to make her feel weird, and you definitely don't want to push her away. So you pray for your legs to start working again, and when they do, you start pushing the cart forward.
"And, yeah, then we met Puck and Joe and we decided to start a band together."
Santana looks at you and she shrugs slightly, as if that's it, but you know that there's more to the story.
But you won't push. Santana has high walls, you've figured that out. And they won't fall unless she trusts you first.
"Okay, my turn, Sunshine."
Santana smiles at you, a little bigger this time and you blush at her words.
"Go ahead," you tell her and bob your head up and down.
"How old were you when you lost your virginity?"
You snort. Because, she's so predictable.
"13, you?" you say and she only looks at you.
"Boy or girl?" she asks instead of answering your question.
"Boy…" you say. His name was Mike and he was really sweet. You were just not that into it. For obvious reasons.
"Hm," she huffs out a breath and you ask her 'what'.
"Nothing" she says and you poke her ribs because you just told her what age you had sex for the first time and she gives you nothing in return.
"I asked you what age you lost your virginity?" Santana side eyes you and then shakes her head slowly.
"I haven't had sex yet, actually" she drawls out, and for a second you just look at her. And then you slap her arm.
"You're such a dork" you whisper under your breath and she only giggles.
"Actually, I was 15."
You watch her face some more, making sure she's telling the truth.
"Oh." You say then and she darts her eyes to yours.
"What?"
"Nothing" you answer.
You thought she would have been younger. Maybe not younger than you, because you were really young, but like, younger.
"Britt!" she whines and you giggle.
"No, I just thought you would have been younger" you tell her and she gives you an offended look.
"I was young! You, however, lost your virginity at a very early stage in your life." You snort, and shake your head. "Aannd, you kissed that boy in, like, fifth grade."
You roll your eyes and you ask her when she had her first kiss.
Santana looks down at her shoes and she's pursing her lips like she's contemplating if she should tell you or not.
You're standing still in front of each other in the middle of a row of spaghetti but there are no other people around so you don't care.
Santana mumbles something inaudibly and you lean you face closer to hers, to make out her words.
"What was that?" you ask and she exhales slowly before meeting your gaze.
"I was fifteen," she says. And you widen your eyes.
"Oh," you say again. "Boy or girl?" you repeat her question from before and she bites her lip.
"Girl."
"Oh," you breathe and you're looking at each other. And then she opens her mouth and she has that look again, like she's contemplating if she should tell you or not.
"I wanted to wait until I fell in love, and then I thought I did, and so, yeah." She bites her lip and she turns away from you and looks down into the cart. "We should probably get those little cupcakes that you wanted, before we get out of here."
You don't know what to do or say. She kind of took you off guard. Your heart clenches because it sounded like whoever had her heart at 15, she's gone now. Long gone.
You feel that burning urge to touch her, but you don't. You give her a smile instead, and you tell her that you should buy some milk for her too, since she didn't have any yesterday.
When you tell her that, she blushes furiously and you poke her ribs.
XxXx
"Whatcha looking at?" Santana's voice comes from behind you and you turn around with a package of cookies in your left hand. She's arching her eyebrow when she looks at it and you feel your cheeks burn.
"It's cookies. Thought I'd buy some" you shrug and the corners of her lips are tugging upwards slowly.
"Brittany," your name rolls off her tongue so heavenly and her gaze only intensify the pleasure. "You've bought four cupcakes, ten lemon bars, like twenty different chocolate chip cookies. And now you're buying more cookies?"
You blush furiously and you try to tell her something so that she won't picture you as a sugar-freak. Well, guess that's pretty much too late… but whatever.
"Cookies are awesome, San. Everyone loves cookies" you say instead and then you raise your own eyebrows. "You will probably eat like 50 % of all this anyway. I already know that you're stealing my food," you say and she blushes harder, even though it's hard to see with her skin color. "It's pretty obvious."
"Come on, let's just go now. You've probably already bought up your whole saving account."
And when you look down at your overfilled cart, you think so too.
It's good that you're starting your new job tomorrow so that you'll be able to pay this off.
XxXx
You let Santana carry all the bags, and she's complaining about it the whole ride up to your apartment. But you think that she's secretly enjoying it because she can't pull that smile from her lips.
When you've exited the elevator and she's helped you carry everything into the kitchen, she gives you a kiss to your cheek before snatching the lemon bars out of one of the bags. She walks out of your apartment, swaying her hips and your gaze follows her butt until you can't see it anymore.
You're eating dinner when a text comes through your phone and it vibrates against the table. You warmed a pizza in the microwave because you were too tired to cook. Today really drained you out.
You look at the screen and you kind of hate yourself for giving Santana your phone in the grocery store, because now you've gotten a text from 'hot neighbor who totally thinks your ass is fine'. You roll your eyes and you open the text, it can only be one person and when you read the text, your assumption is proved right.
Just wanted to tell u that you're really hot… in case u didn't know
And you smile when you type out your reply.
Think you've told me that sometime before but thx anyway xx
You close down your messages and you go to your pictures. You open the last one that was taken and you stare at it until your pizza gets cold.
XxXx
Sorry for like super bad Spanish. I don't speak Spanish and I totally used google translate.
Also, I changed the summary for this story, just so you don't get confused :)
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