"Tell me what you want me to say." || "Would you leave me if I told you what I've done?" || "You've got the love I need."
"Tell me what you want me to say."
"I shouldn't have to tell you what to say Nate!" Santana usually could fight with anyone but Nate just exhausted her every time. Defeated Santana pulled her front curls back in anger and cringed. "If you really love me you should already know what to say. I'm done arguing about this. If you want to be with me then be with me but don't go around flirting with all these other little side hoes thinking I won't catch you." In anger Santana stormed out not even caring that she referred to her own family member as a side ho.
"Would you leave me if I told you what I've done?"
Santana didn't know what he had done that could have been so terrible. Even with all they had both gone through she doubted yet another nail in their coffin could make things much worse. Santana pulled her hands to his hair and brushed the stringy strands back. "Look at me." Santana was tender with her touch. "It's you and me." She still moved his hair. "And if it's the fact that you heated you should jus kept your mouth shut since I'm pretty sure you're too attached to your balls to give them up." Now with her small threat she kissed his cheek and pulled his chin towards her. "Just talk to me. I hate this whole brooding thing."
"You've got the love I need."
Santana rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Fuck off." These lines were something she had bought before but she couldn't fall for them again despite the tugging of her heart string that told her that she still loved him. "I'm not doing this again. I don't need you. I moved on," she lied. "I worked things out with Puck." Her ex's name always was a figurative punch in the gut to Nate. "You were just a rebound." She moved away from Nate and his her face. "Now get out. Your corny lines aren't gonna work."