#sntana

[offabrayic]

🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent.

Quinn’s hand clasped around the stem of her wine glass as she looked down at the card on her dorm room desk.

A wedding invite. Not just any wedding invite, the invation to her best friends wedding. Santana Lopez and Brittany S Pierce. The two names were written neatly in gold and searing a mark onto her heart.

She had no claim to Santana, they slept together once. Well twice, at Mr Schuester’s wedding and it was a one night thing only. That’s what they had said and that’s what she had convinced herself to believe. But knowing that this was definitely the end of any sort of teenage fantasy of falling in love with your best friend. Well that hit her harder than she thought it would.

In a tipsy blur, the blonde took out her phone and let her nails click against the screen as she typed out a message.

[Unsent to Santana Lopez:] Run away with me, not her. I love you.

She swiftly finished her glass and deleted the message; making her way to her roommate’s mini fridge to open another small bottle.

[loserlikewe]

HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAYS TO YOU! the quinn to my santana! i hope you had a wonderful day!!!!

the santana to my quinn :’)) THANK YOU LOVE!! ❤️❤️

[countrtnrs]

STARTER for @sntana

​​​ ⠀After all the drama of sectionals had come and gone, there was a different atmosphere to the Glee club, something between triumph, strange tension and feeling more like a team than ever. They'd won, they'd succeeded at something that felt pretty big, and the baby drama was out in the open, enough that it wasn't taking up everybody's time anymore. Better things - like practices with Mr Schue again, Sue Sylvester's suspension, and the Christmas holidays - were on the horizon, and nothing (not even the wintery chill between Puck and Finn) could completely put a damper on those spirits.

Well, there were a few things bringing Kurt down, so he was trying to focus more on distractions, and sometimes 'distractions' came in the form of remembering the strange details that surfaced from a particular phone call. Surely everyone had been so caught up in competition that they'd forgotten what Britt had said, but he certainly hadn't.

It wasn't as if he wanted to pry, or anything. They were just Cheerios also in the Glee club (which probably meant they were still spies) and they'd only even spoken a handful of times. But maybe that made it more interesting. For someone who'd never been able to fit in, the idea that someone might be anything like him was actually interesting, even if it was someone as mean as Santana.

The only issue had been that there'd never been a right time to bring it up. See, he didn't actually want to bring it up with other people around, so the hall was out of the question, but so was the choir room, at least during Glee club sessions. But finally, a week from Christmas break, the perfect moment seemed to happen naturally, when he got to the choir room a few minutes early, and it was empty for everyone but Santana herself.

Sitting himself down so he wasn't directly behind her, he readjusted his posture where he was sat, and raised his chin up with a slight hum, if just to seem present.

" Where's Britt? " He asked, after at least ten seconds, voice quiet, but clear as a bell.

[amillixnvoicesarch]

“ I brought you your coffee. ” for dani

nearly 200 writing prompts

          “Oh THANK God.”

   A sighed escaped Dani’s lips as she took the cup from the other woman and carefully took a sip. “I SWEAR if I have to drink any more of that stuff they dare call coffee at the diner then I might actually throw up.”

   It wasn’t TERRIBLE, at least not when you came there once a week and just needed something to wake you up, but spending most of her time at the diner, Dani’s definitely had too much of it by now. 

      “How was YOUR day?”