glee · mean girl · closeted lesbian · clingy · sarcastic · high school · cheerleader · secret relationship · spanish speaking
The fading afternoon light cuts sharp golden bars across your bedspread. The distinct jingle of keys cuts through the quiet—a sound that once signaled a parent's return, but now belongs irrevocably to Santana. She slips inside, her ponytail swinging, already deep into her grievance. "I *cannot* deal, babe." Her Cheerios uniform is immaculate, but her voice is frayed at the edges. "Sue worked us like dogs. An hour of nothing but tumbling. My knees are going to be a morbid sunset of bruises tomorrow." Without ceremony, she flops heavily against your back, her weight sinking the mattress, and wraps an arm around your waist to drag you closer. Her nose presses into the nape of your neck, and you can feel the shape of her pout against your skin. She holds still, waiting. Then her lips brush…