She missed him more than she'd like to admit. He was her first kiss (in the ball pit at Chuck E. Cheese at Puck’s 9th birthday party) and her boyfriend for a while before he became an awesome friend that she could just talk to. And, yeah, she totally needed that toward the end of sophomore year and hated that he was gone when everything fell apart junior year.
(He always stressed that he was a call away but she knew he’d made new friends and was busy with football so she didn’t utilize that option enough.
Maybe she really didn’t want to talk about it.)
They end up going to the same school for college and it’s totally unplanned but perfect. He’s there on football scholarship and people freaking love him as soon as he gets there. He’s good, really good, and they say he’s got a shot at the NFL. It definitely helped that he left McKinley’s losing team for a really good one in Texas.
She’s still undecided on her major, which is fine because it’s just Gen Ed courses and freshman orientation for now. She’s got an inkling of what she wants to do but she’s just not ready for the finality of that decision.
He knows what went down with Brittany, not because she’s said anything but because Brittany talked about it with Tina who told Mike who never really stopped being Matt’s friend and told him.
They haven’t talked about it at all, though it’s a big deal to people back in Lima. She never came out so much as the wrong people found out and told for her, which just made everything worse. She put on her tough skin though, didn’t break when Brittany went back to Artie and said she didn’t want to sacrifice their friendship, which Santana considered sacrificing their friendship because she couldn’t just be her friend.
She found unlikely solace and friendship in Quinn and Rachel. Not together of course, she suspects they’ll hate each other until the end of time, but they were both there for her at different points during senior year. She helped Quinn get in touch with Shelby and she and Rachel realized they were more alike than either of them would like to admit.
She’s coming back from getting her mail when she spots him. Rachel insists on writing her letters even though they Skype with each other like once a week. She’s made it clear that she has no intention of writing anything back, but she dropped a post card in the outgoing mailbox with Rachel’s New York address on it anyway.
He looks up, smiling, as he flicks at the Post-It note stuck to her door. Their RA insisted on them sharing five facts about themselves by decorating their doors. Yeah, she doesn’t do arts and crafts or whatever, so she wrote five things on a Post-It (1. I think this is stupid) and slapped it next to the mess of construction paper, Sharpies and glitter her roommate hung up. It’s a lime green Post-It, so, she tried, sort of.
“Still hate everything, huh?” He asks, still smiling. She rolls her eyes but grins anyway and tugs him into a hug.
“Took you fucking long enough to come see me.” She brushes her hands over the waves in his hair and pushes her keys into the door.
It’s kind of crazy how easy it is for them to start back up where they left off. She insults him; he insults her back and takes over her bed while making fun of how much pink her roommate has on her side.
She groans loudly because there’s so much it’s gross. The girl’s side looks like a page of WeHeartIt. The only thing she banks on is that she’ll probably have someone to watch Jersey Shore with because her roommate, Ashley or Hayley, she doesn’t remember, has a pair of shorts with DTF on the back. Suddenly Santana doesn’t feel too bad about her past exploits because she doesn’t actually walk around advertising that she’s a good lay.
Matt gets a kick out of that, pushes at her side until she’s almost tumbling off the bed. She lifts his shirt, just a bit, and slaps the skin under it, smirks at how it reddens. He jumps, sticks out his tongue and says if she wanted to see the goods she could’ve just asked.
And, yeah, she’s fucking blushing, which makes little to no sense because he’s Matt and she’s Santana and she likes girls. Like, she’s sure she can’t stand her roommate, but her rack? Totes enjoyable.
She slides out of the bed after that because too many thoughts are swimming around in her head and she doesn’t need any more complications in her life. She already doesn’t know what she wants to do for the rest of her life and she spent a year being totally gay and not getting any, except for a messed up hook-up with Brittany on her birthday.
He’s looking at her like he can see everything she’s thinking and she hates him for at least three seconds until his mouth slides into a smile and he sits up.
“You hungry?” He asks, holding up his car keys. She’s starving, really. “There’s this really good Thai spot like ten minutes away.”
“You paying?”
“You always said football players were super reliable, right?”
She smirks and plucks his chest before she reaches into her closet for her leather jacket. It’s getting cooler now, Ugg and sweater weather seems fast approaching. “I was wrong,” she teases.
“We’ll see. C’mon.”
He opens the door for her and waits for her to lock it before he slings an around her shoulders and heads for the stairwell. She has no idea why they’re taking the stairs when she lives on the freaking tenth floor and there’s an elevator three doors down from her room.
She finds out when he presses her into the wall around the fifth flight of steps, sucks on her bottom lip and scrapes his fingers against his scalp. He kisses her (and she kisses him) until they’re both breathless and then he pulls back and his face shifts like he’s just realizing what he’s done.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he says, hand sliding on his head. “I just … fuck. You’re … Mike said … shit.”
“Shhh,” she says, tipping his chin so he’s looking directly at her. “Fluid. Okay?”
I mean, I totes just started singing about Moses because you said no one could take it away and I was all 'Let my people go.' IDEK. Shhh. Just let me be special.
♥ I'm glad you loved it. I hate all those random bonding things that do not cause actual bonding. I was like, pshhhhh. * goes about business *
(He always stressed that he was a call away but she knew he’d made new friends and was busy with football so she didn’t utilize that option enough.
Maybe she really didn’t want to talk about it.)
They end up going to the same school for college and it’s totally unplanned but perfect. He’s there on football scholarship and people freaking love him as soon as he gets there. He’s good, really good, and they say he’s got a shot at the NFL. It definitely helped that he left McKinley’s losing team for a really good one in Texas.
She’s still undecided on her major, which is fine because it’s just Gen Ed courses and freshman orientation for now. She’s got an inkling of what she wants to do but she’s just not ready for the finality of that decision.
He knows what went down with Brittany, not because she’s said anything but because Brittany talked about it with Tina who told Mike who never really stopped being Matt’s friend and told him.
They haven’t talked about it at all, though it’s a big deal to people back in Lima. She never came out so much as the wrong people found out and told for her, which just made everything worse. She put on her tough skin though, didn’t break when Brittany went back to Artie and said she didn’t want to sacrifice their friendship, which Santana considered sacrificing their friendship because she couldn’t just be her friend.
She found unlikely solace and friendship in Quinn and Rachel. Not together of course, she suspects they’ll hate each other until the end of time, but they were both there for her at different points during senior year. She helped Quinn get in touch with Shelby and she and Rachel realized they were more alike than either of them would like to admit.
She’s coming back from getting her mail when she spots him. Rachel insists on writing her letters even though they Skype with each other like once a week. She’s made it clear that she has no intention of writing anything back, but she dropped a post card in the outgoing mailbox with Rachel’s New York address on it anyway.
He looks up, smiling, as he flicks at the Post-It note stuck to her door. Their RA insisted on them sharing five facts about themselves by decorating their doors. Yeah, she doesn’t do arts and crafts or whatever, so she wrote five things on a Post-It (1. I think this is stupid) and slapped it next to the mess of construction paper, Sharpies and glitter her roommate hung up. It’s a lime green Post-It, so, she tried, sort of.
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“Took you fucking long enough to come see me.” She brushes her hands over the waves in his hair and pushes her keys into the door.
It’s kind of crazy how easy it is for them to start back up where they left off. She insults him; he insults her back and takes over her bed while making fun of how much pink her roommate has on her side.
She groans loudly because there’s so much it’s gross. The girl’s side looks like a page of WeHeartIt. The only thing she banks on is that she’ll probably have someone to watch Jersey Shore with because her roommate, Ashley or Hayley, she doesn’t remember, has a pair of shorts with DTF on the back. Suddenly Santana doesn’t feel too bad about her past exploits because she doesn’t actually walk around advertising that she’s a good lay.
Matt gets a kick out of that, pushes at her side until she’s almost tumbling off the bed. She lifts his shirt, just a bit, and slaps the skin under it, smirks at how it reddens. He jumps, sticks out his tongue and says if she wanted to see the goods she could’ve just asked.
And, yeah, she’s fucking blushing, which makes little to no sense because he’s Matt and she’s Santana and she likes girls. Like, she’s sure she can’t stand her roommate, but her rack? Totes enjoyable.
She slides out of the bed after that because too many thoughts are swimming around in her head and she doesn’t need any more complications in her life. She already doesn’t know what she wants to do for the rest of her life and she spent a year being totally gay and not getting any, except for a messed up hook-up with Brittany on her birthday.
He’s looking at her like he can see everything she’s thinking and she hates him for at least three seconds until his mouth slides into a smile and he sits up.
“You hungry?” He asks, holding up his car keys. She’s starving, really. “There’s this really good Thai spot like ten minutes away.”
“You paying?”
“You always said football players were super reliable, right?”
She smirks and plucks his chest before she reaches into her closet for her leather jacket. It’s getting cooler now, Ugg and sweater weather seems fast approaching. “I was wrong,” she teases.
“We’ll see. C’mon.”
He opens the door for her and waits for her to lock it before he slings an around her shoulders and heads for the stairwell. She has no idea why they’re taking the stairs when she lives on the freaking tenth floor and there’s an elevator three doors down from her room.
She finds out when he presses her into the wall around the fifth flight of steps, sucks on her bottom lip and scrapes his fingers against his scalp. He kisses her (and she kisses him) until they’re both breathless and then he pulls back and his face shifts like he’s just realizing what he’s done.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he says, hand sliding on his head. “I just … fuck. You’re … Mike said … shit.”
“Shhh,” she says, tipping his chin so he’s looking directly at her. “Fluid. Okay?”
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Perfect, bb. Loved all this. Especially the Post-It note. (Colleges are always trying to do dumb shit like that. I never participated...)
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♥ I'm glad you loved it. I hate all those random bonding things that do not cause actual bonding. I was like, pshhhhh. * goes about business *
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