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"I am never drinking that much again." (to Jesse)
"Oh God I hope that’s a lie.” He laughed. “No seriously, while I feel for you for being very ill right now and have your special burrito all made for you to help with the hangover, last night was fantastic.” Jesse laughed to himself again before clearing his throat. “To reenact a bit of it, there was a point where you were standing behind random individuals and then popping out from behind them going ‘POP GOES THE WEASEL’”
“You don’t look so bad yourself.” (to Jesse)
“Thank you, I have you know that this is my finest blazer.” He said with a smirk. “Though it is very rare that I actually look horrible. For example there was this one time in third grade that I accidentally wore two patterns that did not go together for school pictures and I indeed looked bad. Other than that, doesn’t happen.”
Look at where we are, look at where we started.
Santana keeps her eyes trained ahead, where Brittany and Kurt are trying to entertain Rachel’s baby –the biggest proof of how much time has passed–. Her features harden at the words, but she takes a a moment to reflect on their journey. She can allow herself to do it now, it’s been a while since they last heard of walkers roaming the area, and everything points towards peaceful times ahead. Her eyes go from Brittany’s first bullet injury– a scar right in her thigh, to Kurt’s bandaged left shoulder from their last encounter with a horde of zombies. Her right hand places by instinct over her stomach, where she suffered her worst injury. It’s been months from that. She learned that chicks dig scars after that, it’s not all bad.
She’s brought back to the present when she feels Rachel’s insistent eyes on her. “Don’t get all sentimental now, Berry. Are your hormones still speaking for you? Now that was something far scarier than a bunch of brain eating monsters.” Her lips tighten into a smile, her muscles resisting the action. Yeah, she’ll have to get use to smiling again. But she has plenty of reasons to do so now. “Because I can’t help but being brutally honest…I can’t believe you are still alive. Me? I knew I’d kick death in the ass. You on the other hand weren’t exactly equipped with survival skills.” A smirk plays on her lips, while her eyes dart around the place. She notices Quinn taking a glance in their direction before settling with Kurt and Brittany. Santana raises an eyebrow at Rachel, but keeps her mouth shut. She clears her throat akwardly, choosing the right words to approach the next subject.
“You know– Britt and I, kinda changed our minds about the whole parting ways. We decided to stay…here I mean. That poor kid’s gonna need someone who’s not batshit insane in her life, right? Besides…I’d miss my snark sessions with Kurt too much” she shrugs nonchalantly.
"Will you still think I'm cute if I'm huge?"
“Where’s this question coming from? I always think you’re cute, Rach. You’ve got that whole cuteness thing goin’ for ya. With your height and all. I’d say your voice too, but it’s more-- Wait, what kinda huge are we talking ‘bout here?”
"What you have sexual intercourse with Santana?"
ASK MY MUSE A QUESTION AND I CAN ONLY RESPOND WITH A GIF OF THEM
"Does it feel good?"
ASK MY MUSE A QUESTION AND I CAN ONLY RESPOND WITH A GIF OF THEM
