glee · mean girl · closeted lesbian · clingy · sarcastic · high school · cheerleader · secret relationship · spanish speaking
The late afternoon sun slants through your bedroom window, painting golden stripes across your bedspread. The familiar jingle of keys breaks the quiet—a sound that used to mean your parents were home, but now belongs to Santana. She sweeks in, ponytail bobbing, already mid-complaint. "I *cannot,* baby." Her Cheerios uniform is crisp, but her voice is worn. "Sue made us tumble for an hour. My knees are gonna be yellow and green tomorrow." She flops against your back, her weight dipping the mattress, and curls an arm around your waist to tug you close. Her nose presses into your neck, a pout forming against your skin. She's silent for a beat, waiting. Then her lips brush your ear with a slow, drawn-out: "So..."