Sooo, I was literally about to break this chapter in half and torture the hell out of my readers.
You have the souls that decided to Review/Follow/Fav to Thank, as I left this long ass chapter intact.
Every Mutha Fuggin mistake is mine, so forgive me for the errors. LoL
Thoughts are still in Italics.
Get that Google Translate ready and try to keep up. Happy belated Thanksgiving!
"San everything looks so awesome. I'm pretty sure we nailed our first turkey!"
"Couldn't have done it without you Britt-Britt and we're making great time. My parents won't be here for another hour."
The pair had spent their evening preparing for their first holiday hosting and were up before the sun to make sure that the apartment and the food were ready to go before their guests' arrival.
"Are Kurt and Rachel on their way yet?" the blonde questioned as she turned the dial on the stove to low.
"Yea, he sent me a text when they were getting in the cab." Santana made her way to the corner of their large living room. "Come help me with these chairs real quick B?"
"Sure, where did all of these come from anyway?"
"Emmitt." The brunette responded while sliding the chairs towards the dining area that would soon be full of hungry people.
"He owed me after the little stunt he pulled with the Knicks tickets, so I had him bring over some of the extra chairs and a table from the bar I used to work at."
She watched in amusement as her best friend tried to nudge the glass top table across the room.
"This table is heavy as hell San." Brittany huffed.
"Yea, I know." She made her way over to her roommate and helped lift the table. "That's why I made sure Emmitt carried it up here all by himself."
They share a laugh at the man's expense before setting the table down next to the one that was already decorated with an autumn themed tablecloth.
The knock at their door pulls them away from their quiet table decorating. Brittany excitedly sprints to the door and swings it open, smiling brightly at their first guests.
"I must say, it smells amazing in here ladies. I brought my very special Tofurky for anyone who needs a meat substitute, as well as some Spice-Roasted Cauliflower and Jerusalem Artichokes." Rachel extends her arms out, offering her trays of food.
"Um," Brittany doesn't know what's worse, the smell of Rachel's cooking or almost getting shot out of Sue Sylvester's canon.
"Tell her to shove it B., just like Kurt and I always did when we all lived at the loft."
"Santana, you of all people should know how much time I spend perfecting these vegan dishes for Thanksgiving. If Brittany wants to sample them, I'm sure she's more than capable of deciding for herself."
The blonde finds her voice, "Shove it Rach."
Santana and Kurt double down in a fit of giggles, ignoring the blank stare Rachel gives Brittany after being insulted.
"Wow," Kurt beams "the table setting looks beautiful. Your parents are going to feel so special Santana."
"Thanks my little porcelain pilgrim. Now come help us finish getting everything set up. They should be here any minute."
"It must have taken you guys hours to prepare all of this food."
"Well we are feeding a baby army." The Latina states. "I mean my family throws down on thanksgiving. Plus Tara, Allison and Nate are also coming over."
She sends a silent thank you to the lord above that only her parents and grandparents would be in attendance tonight and not the entire Lopez tribe.
"I just hope Quinn and her boy toy at least bring some sort of side dish. It's the least they could do, seeing as she left Britt and me to cook, clean and set up."
Rachel's ears perk up at the mention of Quinn, hating the fact that now she's left to share the news of her absence.
"Um, San-tana…"
"What?" Santana turns to look at her friends. "Ok fine, I'll play nice with Ken, but really, rich people take etiquette classes he should know not to show up empty handed."
"Well, um- You see…the thing is…" The shorter brunette tries to come up with the right words, wishing that Kurt or even Brittany would jump in and save her from her personal hell.
"Lord, Berry. Choke on your tongue much?" The latina's patience is starting to wear thin. "What is it?"
"Quinn, she's- Well, she won't be joining us this evening."
The deafening silence that follows has every person in the room on high alert. It's as if the air has been sucked out the entire room and they all brace themselves for Santana's reaction.
What they get instead, is something very different than what they have come to expect from her in situations like this.
"Oh…ok, well…Good then." She flattens her hands over the tablecloth, "More for us."
Santana walks towards the kitchen, putting some space between her and the others.
"Hey, I'ma-" Not sure what to do she grabs the first thing she notices, "I'm going to take the trash out."
With a half empty bag in hand, she makes her way to the front door trying not to let her friends see the hurt that is bubbling up inside.
Quinn has chosen to stay away from her again and it's too much to bare.
"San, wait.." Blue eyes plead, trying to provide comfort, but it's of no use.
"I'll be right back." Santana walks out. Resting her back against the door, she takes a deep breath, rapidly blinking to keep her tears from emerging.
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"Hey, you ok?" Kurt thought he would take the plunge and go after his friend. Rachel had taken one for the team upstairs and Brittany had been dealing with this heartbroken version of the latina for weeks now.
"I'm good." Comes the somber response.
"Yea, because most people run away to sit by dirty dumpsters, minutes away from hosting their first thanksgiving dinner."
"I really must have lost my edge if Neverland's favorite pixie has the nerve to come out here and make me feel worse than I already do."
She looks up at her friend trying to burn him with her sinister glare, but her current state prevents her from getting the job done.
"Self-pity is not an attractive trait Santana."
"Neither is your attempt at a pep talk."
"Ok then, what should I say?"
"I don't know Kurt, something better, enlightening even." She states exasperatedly. "Maybe something that will finally make this disgusting hollow feeling in my chest go away."
"Santana, we've talked about this a thousand times. You and I both know that everything will work itself out. This thing with Quinn and Liam, it won't last. She loves you. We all know it. She knows it and so do you."
"Then why is she still with him Kurt? Why is she choosing to stay with him knowing that we could be together?" She's so sick of it. Of all of these stupid feelings. When did she become this weak? Why was she allowing Quinn to have this kind of effect on her.
"I don't know. Quinn Fabray is a complicated specimen. It is exhausting watching you both go up and down all the time."
"Wanky, Hummell." She tries to smirk.
"Get up, we're going inside."
"Wait…That's it? That's the best you had?" She stands and watches her friends retreating form. "A subpar conversation with a hint of hope and a brief mention of love?"
"Santana, I'm not ruining these pants by continuing to sit out here with you pretending that you don't already know I'm right." He turns to look at her, "Deep down you know everything will be ok eventually. Plus I'm hungry and let's not forget your parents are on their way."
"I gotta get new friends."
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"Mami! Papi!"
Santana rushes to hug her parents at the door.
"Ay Santanita, it's so good to finally see you sweetheart." Maribel embraces her daughter first, running her hand over her hair.
"Hola princesa." Victor Lopez is next to greet his daughter placing a kiss to the top of her head. "We've missed you so much."
Santana then greets her grandparents, who stand patiently waiting with smiles on their faces.
"Bendicion Abuelo, bendicion Abuela." She offers them each a hug and kiss on the cheek. "Los he extrañado a todos."
"Sanny you're going to have to let them come in." Her roommate makes her way to the door as well, her blue eyes bright with excitement as she takes in all of the familiar faces.
"Brittany, so good to see you." The older Latina offers her a warm hug. "I want to know everything." She states as she begins to shrug off her coat. "About school, life in New York, everything that our daughter has managed to keep hush hush."
Brittany giggles, knowing that Maribel will want every single detail of Santana's life.
"Of course, Maribel you know I always have the deets on your little diabla."
"Let me get your coats. I hope you're all hungry because Britt and I cooked enough to get us through an apocalypse."
Santana hangs the coats neatly as her other friends greet her family members. She wants to make her parents proud and is hoping that her and Brittany's cooking skills will set the tone for an amazing night.
"I'm sure Quinn supervised the whole time. After all, I spent many parties teaching her everything she knows about cooking for a troop of hungry Latinos." Maribel notes with pride, as she scans the room. "Speaking of, where is my girl?"
"Mami, um…Quinn and I…" Santana stammers, wishing that she had thought about the answer to this very question prior to her parent's arrival. She knew her mother would absolutely want to know where her other roommate was.
Maribel and Quinn were like two peas in a pod. They had created such a strong bond over the course of Quinn and Santana's friendship, that Santana herself would have to face the smoldering wrath of one pissed off Maribel Lopez, every time her and Quinn had some sort of spat.
"We sort of...She's not…"
"Mrs. Lopez," Rachel interjects "Quinn won't be able to jo-join us for dinner. She had another engagement that she was unable to get out of."
"Engagement?" Maribel questions in confusion, "On thanksgiving? Did she go back to Lima for the holiday?"
"N-No, she um, well she is helping with a charity case" Rachel thinks that's a fitting explanation of what Quinn is currently dealing with, "and they requested her presence, but she wanted me to tell you that she misses you both very much and she is terribly sorry that she wasn't able to see you on this visit."
"Mr. and Mrs. Lopez, Abuela, Abuelo, why don't we all have a seat and finally give these ladies something to brag about." Kurt stands next to his roommate, hoping to shift everyone's attention from the current topic.
"Great idea Kurt." Brittany motions towards the dining area. "The table is set and all of the food is waiting."
She had quickly set all of the delicious items on the table, hoping to get the family eating and away from the awkward conversation of a missing Quinn Fabray.
"Wait," Rachel pauses as she scans the tables. "Brittany, where is the Tofurky?"
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"Mom, please don't."
"Oh what mija?" Maribel teases her daughter, "Afraid your friends will know what a big softy you are?"
"Brit-tany knows," Grandma Lopez chimes in "she was there too, crying with Santana."
"Abuela, por favor." Santana pleads with her grandmother, knowing that she won't be able to stop them if they begin to tag team her with embarrassing childhood stories.
"Ay, por favor nothing." Abuela Lopez waves her off, "no one told you to stay up so late the night before. It was no wonder you both fell asleep right before San-ta Clos made his appearance at the end of the Macy's parade."
"You should have seen their faces when they woke up and saw the dog show on instead." Victor laughs, recalling the quivering lips on both girls faces.
"Really Dad?" Santana can't believe he is joining in on this, "You were all horrible adults. I mean who does that? You literally let us miss out on seeing Santa Claus that year."
"I was scared he wouldn't know what I wanted for Christmas, since I couldn't shout my list at the T.V." Brittany recalls in horror.
"But Britt, you mail all of us your Christmas list every year." Kurt reminds the blonde.
"Hush, you know Santa Claus is different."
"Someone's at the door!" Rachel shouts from the kitchen, where she's still searching for the missing tray of Tofurky.
"I'll get it, it's probably Tara." Brittany makes her way towards the door.
"MmhMmm, did you hear that Kurt, it's probably Tara."
The blonde looks at Rachel and Kurt as she passes them, a hint of a smile creeping onto her lips.
"You two are so weird."
She can't deny how her heart begins to flutter a little at the thought of the sweet redhead. She's honestly ecstatic about Tara coming over and always making an effort to spend time with her. Their relationship is new, exciting and fun.
"Hey pretty la-" Brittany's words fall short as she answers the door.
She looks back noting the shocked expressions on Rachel and Kurt's faces, before propelling her body forward and quickly shutting the door behind her.
"What do you want Jen?" she questions, crossing her arms.
"Hello to you too Brittany." Jennifer rolls her eyes in sarcasm. "I'm here to see Santana."
"No, you're here to start some drama and that's the last thing Santana needs right now."
"I'm here to meet her parents, Brittany. She and I had planned for this."
Brittany can't believe the nerve on this woman. She wants nothing more than to lash out on her but takes a breath and tries to calm her temper.
"The only way you are getting into this apartment is over my dead body."
"Oh sweet, simple Brittany" Jennifer chances a subtle touch to the blonde's shoulder. "That can probably be arranged."
Ready to pounce Brittany violently shrugs the hand off her shoulder
"I said back the fuck off Jennifer. No one is scared of your empty threats."
"I'm not afraid to fight for what I want either, Britt," Jennifer pushes her chest towards the blonde "so you should probably just get out of my way."
Brittany pushes the brunette away with deadly force. Jen stumbles back but then regains her footing and starts to lunge forward, as the blonde's fists prepare to swing.
"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing Jen." The loud voice breaks through the hallway, halting all movement.
"Tara, I was just-"
"You were just what?" Allison makes her way closer to the feuding pair.
"It looked like you were about to make yet another mistake. What are you doing here Jennifer? We just got off the phone with Chole and she said you were up in your room."
"Look, it's none of your business what I'm doing here. I don't get involved in your relationships, so please leave mine alone."
"You want to call me simple Jen," Brittany states, "but it seems like you're the one that's having a hard time comprehending that you don't have a relationship with Santana anymore."
The venom in Brittany's words cause another flood of anger to course through Jen's body.
She makes a move towards the offending blonde, "You dumb bitch-" but Nate steps in between the two women.
"Jen, you need to go. You're not welcome here."
"Really, you're just going to take her side?" The brunette looks at her friends, "Just like that, huh?"
"Yea, Jen…just like that." Tara responds, as she stands next to Brittany and laces their fingers together.
"I would never leave you guys alone on thanksgiving, or any holiday for that matter. We have always been there for each other no matter what." Jennifer lays on the guilt, trying to sway their feelings, but failing miserably.
"Well maybe you should have thought about that before betraying all of the people who actually gave a damn about you." Allison responds, hating the fact that she is losing a friend she once considered a sister.
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"Hey Papi." Santana greets her father as he joins her on the balcony.
"Hey back."
"You needed some fresh air too, huh?" She distractedly questions, her eyes still trained forward watching as the sun sets behind the buildings that line her panoramic view of the city.
"Yea, that and to hide from your mother. She's on a mission to get everyone to eat the last of the pumpkin pie and I may explode."
She chuckles at her father.
"I'm really glad you enjoyed dinner dad."
"Dinner was wonderful Santanita, but being here with you and all of your friends has been the best part." He bumps his side against his daughter's as he moves to stand next to her.
"I'm so proud of you. You've really made a life here in New York and I know that all of your dreams have started to take form."
"Thank you Papi. I wouldn't be able to live out those dreams without you and Mami's support."
"All we want is for you to be happy mija." He wraps an arm around her shoulder and her head takes a rest there as she continues to look out into the city.
"You have always been smart, successful and independent, Santana. We just worried about matters of the heart. You've always shown us how big your heart is and as you grew, you started to let others in on that love as well."
Her gaze drops and she moves so that her father and her are facing each other instead.
"Yea well, I gotta tell you dad, I don't think I know the first thing about being in love. I mean with Britt, everything came easy. I loved her in a way that I had never felt, yet it still didn't fully complete me."
"I see. Well maybe this girl Jennifer that you've mentioned a couple of times in our calls will make the difference."
"No, she won't." Santana looks away, knowing she probably should have told her parents what had been going on with the girl she was seeing. "That's over dad. She's not what I wanted."
"Can I be honest with you mija? I'm not surprised we didn't meet that young lady tonight or any other girl that you may have been dating or crushing on." Santana looks up at her father trying to understand where he is going with this.
"You see sweetheart, for many years now there has only been one girl that has complimented you in a way that makes sense. Your mother and I saw it the first time we laid eyes on the pair of you. It actually reminded us a lot of ourselves as a young couple trying to figure out what love was."
He smiles as his mind replays the fond memory of Santana meeting her hazel-eyed friend for the first time. His wife saw the spark and instantly called him over to see if he noticed a difference in the way their daughter was interacting with the new girl in town.
"You are the only one who knows your true heart's desire, baby girl. When you feel that undeniable connection that makes it hard to breath at the thought of spending one minute away from her, or missing out on a single smile or knowing that you would climb mountains to show her how deep your love runs, that's the one you're going to want to hold on to."
He looks inside to lock eyes with his wife as he speaks. "That's the one you know was made to be your soulmate."
Santana follows his gaze, wishing that she could have that kind of love for herself. She's always looked up to her parents and secretly hoped that one day she could have a relationship like theirs. One that was strong, loving and endless.
"But Papi, Quinn and I, we-"
Her father looks back at her, gently pinching her chin with his fingers to guide her stare back to him.
"I know cariño, but trust me, everything will work out the way it's supposed to in the end."
She wraps her arms around her dad as he places a kiss to the top of her head. She welcomes the comfort of his arms securing her in safety, as they had so many times throughout her life.
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"Po-ke-no!"
The party of eleven had decided to humor Grandma Lopez and play a scorching game of Po-ke-no. They should have known better than to gamble with the woman that started sixties and up casino club back in Lima.
"Dang Abuela Lopez, can we have a chance to win?"
"So sorry Alli-son, but you will just have to wait your turn. I'm on a roll."
"Yea you are," Tara chimes in as she digs in her purse for some loose change. "I'm not sure I'll be able to play the next round. I'm out of quarters already."
"Here babe." Brittany offers, shaking a few coins out of her piggy bank. "I have some."
"Be careful with that Brit-tany," Grandpa Lopez advises the blonde, as he looks to his wife "that's how it always starts. Quarters, then dollars, then-"
"Don't listen to my husband. He is just jealous that I'm taking all of his money too."
"What's yours is mine querida." He winks at his wife.
"Uh huh, I'll remember that Señor Lopez." She replies, knowing that everyone's money will soon be hers, including her husbands.
"Ok, It's San's turn to call the cards." Kurt reminds the group, handing another beer to Santana and sitting one in front of his place at the table.
"Ohhhh no," Maribel throws her hands in the air, shaking her head from side to side in protest.
"Check her pockets. She likes to hide cards."
"Mami, that's messed up." Santana chokes out, having just taken a sip from her beer.
"Mind if I join?"
The new voice rips through the room like a tornado, much like the one that Santana is sure has erupted in her chest. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, looking up into familiar eyes.
"Quinn!" Maribel quickly stands, hugging the blonde as if she were her own daughter.
"Hi Mama" Quinn returns the hug with the same enthusiasm. She's missed Maribel more than she cares to even explain. She's pretty sure she loves the older latina just as much as she loves her actual mother, maybe more.
"My sweet girl, let me look at you?" Maribel examines the blonde. "Dios mio! Victor do you see this?" she gestures at a blushing Quinn.
"Mari, let the poor girl breath." Victor tries to settle his wife as he stands to greet Quinn.
"Amor, you are more beautiful than the last time we saw you." He gives her hug before going into full-blown dad mode.
"How are you holding up kiddo?"
"I'm doing well. I love New York and N.Y.U. has definitely given me a run for my money this semester."
He smiles at her knowing that all of her hard work has started to pay off. "I'm sure you're kicking some serious a-"
"Victor!" Abuela Lopez scolds
"What? I'm just proud of her, that's all."
Quinn chuckles at his antics before greeting the others.
"Hey everyone."
"Hi Q. You hungry?" Brittany offers from beside Tara. "There's still plenty of food."
"I'm good Britt. Maybe a little later."
"Quinn, come sit down and play some po-ke-no with us, I've almost got everyone bankrupt and it's my co-conspititor's turn to call the cards."
The eldest Lopez woman nods towards her granddaughter, who's eyes have been fixed on Quinn since she first spoke.
"Not surprised at all Abuela. Let me go get some change from my room."
The blonde walks towards the table, noticing that the only available seat is in between Santana and Rachel. "Rach, can I borrow you for a sec?"
Rachel quickly excuses herself before following Quinn.
"We'll be right back."
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"Wow Mrs. Lopez, you sure do love to dance."
After losing all of their money to Abuela, they decided to turn on some music and just relax and enjoy each other's company.
In true Hispanic fashion, Maribel decided to turn the party up by lip-syncing a few songs with the youngsters, which then turned into some dancing.
"What better way to work off all of the calories we just ate, Kurt?" Maribel responds, spinning Kurt across the room.
"What's this dance called again?" Allison questions.
"Didn't she say it was called lemon meringue?" Tara thinks aloud.
Brittany giggles at how cute and wrong her girlfriend is. "Sweetie no, it's not a pie, silly."
"It's called the Merengue" Nate clarifies for the group, "and I'm pretty sure my girl and I have you all beat."
"Back in the day my hubby would have me twirling around the whole dance floor to a good merengue" Maribel announces, as her husband looks up from his conversation with Quinn and Rachel
"but now look at him, so lazy."
"Honey, you know I like merengue but bachata, now that's something worth getting off of this couch for." He responds.
"Well Papi," Santana interjects, making her way from the kitchen to the sound bar holding her phone "it just so happens that pandora has the perfect station for that."
After a few clicks she finds the station she's looking for and the sound of bachata music instantly pours out through the speakers.
Victor stands from his place on the sofa, taking his wife's hand in his. "Now we're talkin'."
"Come on handsome, let's show these kids how it's done." Maribel falls right into rhythm with her husband.
They dance through the end of the current song, before he motions for his daughter to join in as well.
"You too Santana." He states.
"Wait what? The Latina is caught off-guard. She thought it would be cute to see her parents dance again, but this is not part of the plan.
"You heard me, let's make it a bachata dance off like the good old days."
Victor knew that Santana could hold her own when it came to bachata. He had spent countless hours dancing around the house with his daughter to the point where she was even a better bachata dancer than him.
"What do you say Quinn?" Victor directs his attention to the blonde, who looks equally as shocked.
So many times during the Lopez parties her and Santana would partner up to dance this same type of music. Everyone at the party would cheer them on, impressed that Quinn could keep up with the brunette, but she knew that it was really Santana's lead that made them look like professional dancers.
Maribel catches her daughter's attention again.
"Unless you and Quinn would rather not defend your title." The older brunette jabs, wanting nothing more than to coax the two women to show off their skills. "I mean we wouldn't blame you. Some people just…lose their touch."
Santana chances a glance at Quinn, a million thoughts swarming her brain.
The blonde sits on the sofa across the room staring down at her lap. She's not sure what to do. Should she ask Quinn to dance and risk being rejected in front of everyone? Does she even want to make the attempt? She's wanted to speak with the blonde for almost two weeks and now she may have the chance to touch her, if only for the length of one song.
She looks to her father, who's still dancing around the room with his wife. He nods his head toward the blonde on the couch and Santana finally accepts the challenge.
She walks over to where Quinn is sitting, extending her hand out in a silent request. She offers a soft smile as hazel eyes lock with hers.
Moments later, her prayers are answered as their hand finally touch in acceptance.
Quinn rises from her seat allowing the brunette to gently pull her towards the area that is now void of dancers, aside from Mr. and Mrs. Lopez.
A new bachata song begins to play as Santana places her right hand on Quinn's left hip.
With their hands still clutched in dance position, the blonde slips her right hand through raven locks resting it near the nape of the Latina's neck.
The action causes a subtle shutter to course through both women, as goosebumps appear on caramel skin.
They stare into each other's eyes, just listening to the lyrics as Santana starts to lead them into their first steps.
Tonight your mine completely.
You give your love so sweetly.
This song was a heaven sent. Santana decides this will be the best opportunity to let her blonde know exactly how she feels, without uttering a single word.
Quizás no se si debo preguntar,
Will you still love me tomorrow?
The couple rhythmically sway their hips as they begin their four count steps to the music. Their bodies react on memory, not missing a beat while they continue to move to each note flawlessly.
Si esto es amor del Bueno,
O solo un sueño pasajero?
Santana runs through a series of turns, Quinn following her lead to perfection before embracing in a sensual hold.
O si es real el fuego en tu mirada.
Will you still love me tomorrow?
Hazel eyes meet brown ones, each woman trying to convey every emotion that runs deep in their hearts. The fact that they are in a room full of friends and family has long been forgotten, as they continue their silent conversation with each look and touch.
Tonight with words unspoken,
You'll say that I'm the only one (The only one)
Santana takes this opportunity to slide her hands down Quinn's sides, turning the blonde in step, so that her back is now against the Latina's chest.
I'd like to know that your love,
Is love I can be sure of.
The brunette turns her head as they sway in rhythm, touching her nose to the side of a rosy cheek. She snakes her arms around Quinn's waist and tightens her hold on. The blonde responds by leaning the side of her face more into Santana's and caressing the tan hands that are resting on her stomach.
Ven dímelo y ya no preguntare
Si me amaras mañana?
Wanting to feel more of her blonde Santana grabs onto one of Quinn's hands and turns her around to face her. The pair roll their bodies to the beat of the song, knowing that it will all be over within a few more chords.
With their bodies press impossibly close together, Santana runs her fingers through blonde hair, slowly dipping Quinn in the form of a smile.
Will you still love me tomorrow?
Si me amaras mañana?
As she brings the blonde back up to eye level, she finally notices. Santana slightly licks her lips and begins to kiss away each tear falling from hazel eyes.
Will you still love me tomorrow?
Wheeeew
My heart cannot right now LoL
What in the good lord's name did you think of this chapter?
Do you guys know who Leslie Grace is? Go look up her version of Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow.
In Fact, go look up Bachata videos, so you can better understand what the hell S & Q just did.
Even more importantly, go leave me a damn review, por favor.
Oh, and I'm bringin sexy back in the next chapter...I think LoL