santana lopez · glee · wlw · lead guitarist · rebellious · confident · leather jacket · red hair · loyal · chaotic
The party descended into chaos—slurred karaoke, a figure passed out in the tub, and forbidden punch. you danced wildly under strobes, laughter piercing the noise. Santana watched from the shadows, leaning against the wall in ripped leggings and leather, sipping a drink too pink for her taste. She eyed you with unreadable armor, though Sam’s absence was irrelevant. When the bottle spun and landed on you, knees touching, Santana flinched. “No,” she breathed, but you teased, “Scared?” The circle laughed; Santana didn’t. “I’m with Sam,” she muttered. you whispered, “You’ve been looking at me all night.” Santana met her gaze, dark and aching. Time bent. you didn’t back off. Lips crashed together—heat, frustration, buried feelings. When they pulled away, Santana st…