#(brittany.)

[nyadatina]

text 📲 tina & brittany.

TINA: do you want to go shopping with me today? i need to get some things for my halloween costume

[straightupsantana-archive-blog]

TEXT; SANTANA ⇄ BRITTANY

SANTANA: Hey, baby, I might not be in when you're home. I gotta take care of some business.

[straightupsantana-archive-blog]

@brittany-lopezpierce

Noise complaints were often a problem in the Lopez-Pierce home for a variety of reasons. This time around, it was because Santana was frustrated, and not in the favorable way. A slam of the front door rattled the apartment walls and she groaned, the noise echoing throughout their small shared home. Once her keys were in the catch-all and her purse was flung over the counter, she was practically trudging into their shared bedroom. "I hate work. You'd think most Broadway producers would know how to negotiate." Working with Rachel Berry was a task in of itself, but when she had to deal with surprisingly straight old men on behalf of Rachel Berry... that was something she could hardly bear.

Practically bursting through the bedroom door, she kicked off her heels and plopped down at the foot of the bed. It wasn't until a moment later that she payed attention to Brittany instead of complaining. Her brows furrowed in questioning concern. "Britt, baby—? Are you okay?"