santana lopez. 2lt lopez to most. still doing my do in new york city. so not on that school hype anymore, though. i'll find my own way to the top, bby. don't worry, when i get there, i'll remember the little people.
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THEME BY LOSTMEMENTO
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Quinn’s fine. I don’t know anything else. I’m sorry. Your best bet is to try Quinn or Rory directly. Rory didn’t say much before he left last night, so I really don’t know much. I’m sorry.
Right… Thanks for filling me in, Seamus. I’ll get in touch with them… And pray that B’s alright.
(Source: scndlt-lopez)
I’m afraid not. Rory, uh, he heard it from Quinn and flew over to be with them last night.
Dios mio… Quinn’s okay, though? And you haven’t heard anything from them, yet? How’d it happen?
(Source: scndlt-lopez)
It’s Blaine. There was an accident in Rome and he’s in the hospital. I can’t tell you much else, I’m afraid. We’re in the middle of a waiting game.
I… Blaine was in an accident? You’re kidding, right? This is some silly fucked-up little joke, right? B’s really perfectly fine and on his honeymoon and happy as shit. Right?
(Source: scndlt-lopez)
It’s almost midnight. Charlie knows she should be asleep. But it’s been hard coming ever since she got back from Florida. Whatever’s going on in her head is silly and stupid and she knows that too, but it doesn’t make it any easier for her to deal with her painfully empty apartment right now. She’s waiting for the cupcakes to come out, thinking about going for a run to clear her head and tire herself out when Santana invites her over. And really, it is a better alternative than spending more time by herself when a plethora of alone time is the problem. She met Santana for the first time, really in person, on the flight down to Florida and she actually really likes her. She can definitely see how she and Puck ended up together, and for as much as the woman complains about how fat she looks, Charlie’s pretty sure she was the second most beautiful woman at the wedding. She’s glowing, and close to giving birth and it’s been way too long since Charlie’s been around babies of any kind for her to pass up an invitation to spend time with the Latina.
After the cupcakes come out of the oven, Charlie sets them out to cool and changes out of her pajamas. It’s warm in New York. Much too warm for her Batman pjs. A pair of shorts and a plain t-shirt it is. After she ties her shoes and makes sure she’s got money for a taxi (it’s too late for the subway), she frosts the cupcakes and packs away 6 of the 12 she made to take to Puck and Santana’s.
I’m on my way. She texts her as she slides into a taxi, giving the driver the same address Santana sent her a few minutes ago. They actually don’t live as far apart as Charlie was expecting, which is pleasant. It only takes her half an hour to get out there, and she shoots her a text once she pulls up, balancing the cupcakes on her hip and knocking once she finally makes it up to the apartment door.
So, Charlie was good people. And Santana realized that after blowing up about her over the internet. Fuck childish, but - hey, she was pregnant and everything made her pissed off at that time. Now, though, she was in a constantly fluffy state of mind and not being near her guy made her want to cuddle up to the closest warm being and be a total sap. Fail for Santana. After talking a little to Charlie online about… whatever (Santana couldn’t remember), she invited the other Fabray to come over and hang out. There wasn’t much she could do, being fat and all - but she was pretty good at providing entertainment so, maybe tonight would be a golden night without the aid of booze. Hopefully.
Santana was sitting comfortably on her couch when she got the second text, and she pulled herself up from the couch when the knock came from her door. After checking the peephole and seeing the clone - Santana opened the door, a small smile on her face. “Hey, Charlie.” She greeted, pulling the door open completely for the blonde girl. She closed and secured the door after Charlie came in completely. “So, welcome to the… Lopez-Puckerman abode. It’d be so much messier if I didn’t clean after Puck’s… messy ass.” She said, rolling her eyes slightly. “Make yourself at home. Mi casa es su casa.” She said, lamely before walking to sit back down. At the sound of her small dog’s yapping, Santana froze slightly - looking to Charlie. “If you have an allergy or fear of dogs, let me know - I can put the little bitch in the bedroom for a couple hours.”
Puck was typing up a case report to file at work the next day when he found himself distracted on the internet as always. This time, he found his way back onto that stupid blog website that everyone was on and in no time at all he was logging off, pushing the laptop to the side and preparing himself to pleasure his future wife. It was the plan all along, after he’d proposed, but things that night didn’t go quite to plan and now was Puckerman’s chance to pick things up where they left off.
Making his way out of the makeshift study he’d created in the kitchen, Puckerman sneaked into the living room where Santana was curled up on the lounge. She looked adorable, and as much as Puck didn’t want to disturb her, he wanted to be with her more. Creeping up behind her, Puck placed his hands gently over her eyes and leaned in close to her. “Waiting for someone, Mrs Puckerman?” He practically purred into her ear.
Comfortable pajamas? Check. Laptop? Check. Cuddly dog? Check. Boyfriend Fiancee cuddled up behind her and/or making out with her while the TV played in the background? Nope - not even close. Santana came home from a pretty short day of ‘work’ - meaning, talking to her agent then shopping for herself and the little beings in her life - and, after taking a shower and cooking up something for her and Puck, found herself curled up on the living room couch with the television and her laptop on.
Of course, she wanted to go bug the hell out of Puck. But upon seeing her man hard at work, she decided to leave him alone and let him work. Boo, no getting tangled up in him tonight. And… then they conversed online. Which was weird because Puckerman was supposed to be working, but whatever, right? Right. Santana sat there, a huge smile on her face thanks to his sappiness when her eyes were covered. A chill ran down her spine as he spoke into her ear. ” Well, I was waiting for my amazing, and insanely handsome fiancee. Starting to think he stood me up.” She teased, her smile growing slightly. God, the things he did to her.
I know you gusta.
Be right there, fiance.Future Mrs Puckerman.
Waaating.
I have other things that are huge… ;)
No, I couldn’t make my beautiful fiance get up. I’ll come to you, baby.
… Me gusta. Wow, thanks, babe. Now I’m smiling like a freakin’ idiot and can’t stop. Still on a high from that proposal. Get your ass to me, now.
Please. ;)
