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This has been living in my head rent free for MONTHS! In my head she’s talking about Cassie.
“I just got back from a dance class and I'm already five minutes late for drinks with this insanely hot off Broadway choreographer...”
I have this undying need to unite Santana and Cassie even though it’s completely insane.
I think we were robbed!!! The verbal battle would have been epic. I don’t think about season 4 beyond the break up and a couple episodes. But this is a tragedy!
Down the rabbit hole…
I’ve really been into a crazy Santana and Cassie pairing for a while. If I put out a short piece that spanned like episode 4x16 4x22 would anyone be into it?
I’ve been bitten…the bug got me!
“Still can’t believe you are sleeping with the enemy, Santana!” Kurt huffed out as he watched her put her eyeliner on.
“Kurt, I’m not sleeping with her. I’m getting drinks.” Santana just looked at his reflection in the mirror. “Also she’s super hot and a bitch. It’s kind of my type.”
Kurt cross his arms and really looks at her making he has her attention, “She’s closer to your mother’s age than yours and she’s horrible to Rachel.”
Santana whipped around and pointed her eyeliner pencil at him. “First of all if I never slept with anyone that was mean to Rachel. I’d be celibate,” Santana looked at him and sighed. “She’s also like thirty three. Maribel is almost 50. Don’t be an asshole.”
Kurt throws his hand up in the air, “When this blows up in your face and Rachel won’t speak to you, don’t come crying to me.”
Santana nods and just goes to grab her clutch, “And you swore gay secrecy, to not tell Rachel anything.”
Kurt waves his hands in front of himself. “I am not about to tell Rachel you are going to try and sleep with Cassandra July.”
And it continues…Kurtana at their best 😂
Santana nearly screamed when she said her name when she walked into the dark apartment. “Jesus Christ, Kurt. You’re not gay Jason Voorhees. Why are you creeping?”
He points at the clock like he’s alarmed at the time, “it’s nearly 3 a.m. You left at like 7 last night. I was worried she siren songed you and you were in a back alley somewhere.”
Santana rolled her eyes and took her heels off, “Kurt, settle the fuck down. It’s not that serious. I went out for drinks and now I’m home. End of story.”
Kurt looked her up and down. He motioned at her outfit, “You still look fairly put together so I assume you didn’t get have any adult activities this evening.”
“No Kurt,” Santana put her purse down and put her keys on the hook. “I did not have sex with her.”
Kurt let out a contented laugh, “Thank God.
Rachel would have killed you.”
Santana shrugs, “Haven’t yet. I’m seeing her again next week.”
Kurtana is speaking to me. This might be a thing I don’t know.
Kurt waves his hands in front of himself. “I am not about to tell Rachel you are going to try and sleep with Cassandra July.”
Santana flips him off as she open the door to leave. “I can’t say it won’t happen because,” she motions to herself. “You’ve seen me. But I’m not actively trying to sleep with her.”
Kurt looks at her confused, “Well, what is it about then?”
“Rachel’s dad are paying god knows how much money for NYADA,” She points at him “Your dad would have taken another mortgage out for you to go to that school. We both know I’m not interested in Broadway. But if I can get some pointers from a professional entertainer for free I’d say it’s a win. It also does not bother me that she’s super fucking hot.”
Kurt looks at Santana really surprised. She had actually thought this out. It wasn’t some sexcapade. “Oh wow. I just assumed it was because she was up your alley all blonde and what not. Seems to be a pattern. The blonde from the bar a few weeks ago….Quinn prior to that.”
Santana rolls her eyes, “I knew I shouldn’t have told you about Quinn and the wedding.”
He smiles and shrugs, “You still owe me the sordid non sexual details about that situation with Quinn, Santana!” He yelled after her as she shut the door.
