Kind of a bitch

talentedrbb:

Alright. I’m not going to discuss anything with you.

whatever. Suit yourself

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talentedrbb:

loca-lopez:

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But why Santana? You should take every oportunity to show your talent to the world.

80’s music isn’t my thing

I think it depends in which song we are talking about in here Santana.

Why would i pay attention to the names of songs that are crap?

Whatever, doesn’t matter anymore. Someone found an ABBA cd and dared me and Brittz to do a ‘Dancing Queen’ duet in exchange for shots. It was a win-win

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talentedrbb replied to your post: Britt’s aunt and uncle are visiting

But why Santana? You should take every oportunity to show your talent to the world.

80’s music isn’t my thing

i’m…going to sit in the corner and try not to get dragged into karaoke 

talentedrbb:

Thank you Santana.

No problem

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irpquinn:

“My face is fantastic,” Quinn said, supermodel posing. She laughed, watching Santana eat the disgusting excuse for a sandwich. “How can you eat that thing?” Quinn said with disgust. “How can you rest knowing you murdered a poor cow for that thing that you pass off as food?” Quinn narrowed her eyes. “Why can’t Britt know?” she asked, curious as to why she had to keep it a secret. 

Santana almost choked on the last bit of burger as she laughed at Quinn’s pose. “Easily” she wheezed out after downing some soda, “i put it in my mouth and chew”. She paused in thought, “i didn’t personally kill the cow..it doesn’t really bother me” Santana shrugged, “food is food”. She took another sip of soda, raising her eyebrow as she looked at Quinn. Brittany was still a little uneasy about Santana spending alone time with Quinn ever since they had kissed that one time, so hearing that she bought her dinner…probably not the best idea. “She doesn’t like it when i eat cheeseburgers. She says they taste weird and refuses to kiss me” it wasn’t the main reason but it wasn’t a lie. Brittany hated when she ate cheeseburgers.

irpquinn:

“Do not,” Quinn said, nudging her in the side. “And, no you can’t,” Quinn said, gesturing to the burger. “If it weren’t for me, you’d be starving and miserable watching Oprah reruns on tv.” Quinn flinched when Santana flicked her, “Hey!” she said, rubbing her forehead.

“Screw you, Britt’s mom takes care of that” Santana rolled her eyes, “and i don’t watch Oprah. But i guess you’re right abut not making me miserable, i can’t stop laughing everytime i see your face”. Santana snickered, biting down the last of her cheeseburger, “this stays between you and me. Britt doesn’t need to know you bought me dinner”.

irpquinn:

“What is that supposed to mean?” Quinn shot back at her, her eyes narrowing. “I am not boring!” she shouted as she got up to get Santana a soda. “One of these days I’m going to stop hanging out with you and you won’t be able to function!” Quinn called from the kitchen. She looked into the refrigerator, grabbing the first brightly colored container she saw. Tossing it on Santana’s lap, she laid down, putting her head on Santana’s thigh. “White is a perfectly exciting color, for your information.” she commented

“No, you won’t. You love me too much” Santana called back, wincing at the ache in her head again, “besties for life, and all that jazz. Remember”. She nodded in silent thanks as she opened the drink, making enough room for Quinn to lie down. “I can take care of myself, you know” there was an edge in her voice. Since being kicked out she hadn’t asked for help off anyone. She had promised to pay the Pierce’s back once she could. She flicked Quinn’s forehead, “it’s boring. White only becomes interesting once you liven it up with other colors”.

irpquinn:

loca-lopez:

Santana shot Quinn a disbelieving look but couldn’t stop the small smile on her face, “liar. You love it when i give you details”. She threw the tissue over to the other side of the room, turning back to face Quinn when she was sure it had landed inside the small trash can by the fireplace, “not much. So what’s so interesting about the ceiling?” Santana shrugged, shifting over to Quinn with a smirk and lay down until her head was in her lap, her legs resting over the armrest of the couch, “no idea” she let out a fake cough. Quinn didn’t need to know that it was just a huge headache and some sneezing, nothing major, “guess we’ll have to find out, huh?” 

“You’re disgusting,” Quinn said, smirking at her. “I could go my whole life without ‘details’” Quinn held up her left hand and did the quotation thing. “Nothing,” Quinn said, looking back up at the ceiling. “It’s a nice color I guess…” Quinn smiled when Santana lay her head on her lap. “EW!” she shrieked when Santana coughed in her direction. She pushed her away and backed up as far as she could to the end of the couch. “Just stay over there and eat your gross cow sandwich.” Quinn rung her hands, needing to get the germs off. “You’re so gross!” she got off of the couch and went into the kitchen, soaking her hands in the faucet.  

“Of course you could” Santana said in a disbelieving tone, rolling her eyes as she finished off her fries. “White isn’t interesting” she looked up, scrunching her nose in thought, “it’s boring and predictable…like you”. Santana threw her head back as she laughed, ignoring the pain in her head. It was worth it to see Quinn like this. “Don’t worry i will” she stuck her tongue out before reaching for her burger, “and seeing as you’re in the kitchen, you can bring me back a soda this time!”