dear_mun | (no subject)

Some can be funny though.

...What kind of blonde jokes?

Not when they involve me and my so-called type.

You're not blonde.

No, but all the girls I hook up with seem to be. As she takes great joy in pointing out.

Opposites attract, maybe?

You... Sam... Quinn. You're all blonde.

Oh.

But I'm the best.

Yeah... Maybe. At the end of the day, I don't really care. It's just... Annoying.

Yeah, definitely. You'll always be my number one girl.

Good, cuz you're my number one everything. Even if those other people don't get it.

And it's okay to kiss Quinn I think. She's really pretty. I'd kiss her.

Yeah, but... Don't ever tell her that. She's got a big enough head as it is.

So besides blonde, what else do you like?

Why do you two always act like you don't love each other?

I never even really thought about it. Beyond, you know. Figuring out that "d" isn't for me.

As much a "v" isn't for me then. Good to have that sorted out early.

[ Because admitting you love someone makes you vulnerable to them. It was hard enough admitting to Brittany how much she loves her, let alone a fellow prickly pear like Quinn. ]

Two bad bitches like us? We've got a reputation to maintain.

[she really doesn't think either of them are all that bad, but she goes with it]

Oh. Right. Okay, well I won't tell her anything. I promise.

But...

...don't kiss her too much.

[ A bit sullenly, because this topic continues to be a sore one. ]

Why should you get to have all the fun?

[bites her lip]

Well...this me isn't having fun because we pretend I'm not with Sam.

But that me...it's like...fill in fun. Not fun fun.

[ A bit wistfully: ]

It's nicer to pretend, isn't it?

[ Pretending means that the friendship she developed with Sam at her former home wasn't all for nothing. Pretending means she doesn't feel that sting of insurmountable betrayal. ]

I really don't know what the future has in store for Quinn and me. But no matter what, it's like I said that day in the choir room. You're the best thing that's ever been mine.

Yeah. Like...sometimes I pretend we didn't break up. And sometimes I pretend we graduated together and left Lima together.

Nothing really makes sense this year. I mean more than things don't make sense to me usually. It's just...confusing.

[especially as she doesn't think she and sam are very much like themselves right now, which makes the idea of being with him odd to her.

and she's trying not to prickle too much at those words, because sometimes it hurts to hear them. and as much as she wants to be hers again, still, she can't say so. not if it's going to make santana stay in lima]

Me too.

[her words are soft and she wants to say more, but...yeah, it just hurts too much.]

Hey, I heard about those killer SAT scores of yours. When you graduate for sure this year, you can always come stay with me in New York. Rachel and Kurt won't mind. Or we can get our own place together, just the two of us.

... No matter what else happens, we're best friends forever. That's the one thing they can't fuck up. [ Even if there's some future in store for them where they've both definitely moved on... Santana knows that physical distance between them won't last. They just go together somehow, like two peas in a pod. ]

Let's get our own place. I love Kurt and Rachel, but living with them sounds scary. ~~Plus, when we get back together we can have lots of loud sex wherever we want.~~

Yeah, we are. Even if like..you have a dozen lady babies with another girl, I'll still be your best friend and want to be godmom. I'm pretty sure that means that I get to be like God and make your kids do whatever I want.

Let's start a brunette club. What do you say? You, me and Tina can pine over our exes at Mr. Schue's wedding while enjoying the open bar and valentine candy.