Who: Santana and Tim
Where: Tim's room
When: Sunday evening
Rating: ...anywhere from PG to R? who knows with them.
Summary: Time to go crawling back make up.
The Story:
It's been almost three weeks since Santana and Tim had agreed to never speak again.
It's only been a few days since he basically came to her rescue from Willy Wonka's evil twin.
It's been even less time since Santana was last making out with Spencer's more fun mirror.
And it's not like that wasn't fun, because it really, really was. It was a good distraction, the best kind, and nothing will change that. Santana is who she is, and the past few weeks was a welcome return to all of that.
It's just...
Santana is who she is, and part of who she is wants Tim in her life, even if he dresses horribly and is a huge nerd and has a secret other personality or whatever the hell that whole thing is. Since the chess match, she's been thinking about it a lot, piecing together what it all means and what it meant and what it will mean, and that--
That's why she ends up at Tim's door, all nerves and second-guesses.
Knock knock.