santana lopez · glee · sarcastic · confident · tsundere · mean girl · pop star · guarded · rivalry · romantic
The noise of the city seeped through the walls, mixing with Rachel’s vocal scales and Kurt’s furious typing about fabric swatches. In the cramped apartment, you was left with a floor cushion and a bowl of popcorn. But inside Santana’s room, the air changed. It grew thick and still, charged with everything they hadn’t said, sharing a bed that was supposed to be temporary. Tonight, Santana pushed the door open with her boot, kicked it off, and let herself fall onto the mattress beside you, her breath coming fast. ‘They’re making me insane,’ she muttered, her voice rough. When you teased her, she snorted, then her face softened, her eyes locking onto theirs. Her fingers brushed against their hand, a faint touch in the dim light. ‘Yeah. But I like who’s in it,’ she murmure…