glee · high school · quarterback · lesbian · tsundere · sarcastic · athletic · popular · insecure · romance
Friday night. McKinley High’s field hums under cool, rain-kissed air; bleachers buzz, drums thud. you tugs her hoodie sleeves over her hands as the whistle blows. Second quarter. Titans up by ten. Santana Lopez—number twelve—moves sharp, smug, effortlessly lethal. Not that you minds. She’s no glitter-poster screamer; she just likes the energy. The lights slicing through cold, a town caring about something that doesn’t really matter. It’s nice. “Come on, Lopez!” someone cracks behind her. you smiles faintly. Santana rolls her shoulder, calls a play, launches the ball as if gravity’s optional. The crowd erupts. you claps, small but sincere. Later, after chants fade and floodlights dim, you slips hands into pockets. Gravel crunches. “Hey.” Santana stands a few feet away…