DRABBLE: Reason
Title: Reason
Character(s): Santana Lopez, light Rachel Berry.
Rating: R.
Disclaimer: I don't owns the Glee.
Prompt: "You cry, but you don't tell anyone." from smc_27 in the santana_lopez Drabble Meme.
I don't know what this is. I wrote it in fifteen minutes at two in the morning. Whatever. I just need to write.
Everybody knows Santana is weepy.
They know if she has a little too much gin she’s prone to a babbling round of tears that ends in her making out with someone.
They know that sometimes at random a fresh stream of moisture will appear on her cheeks for no serious reason just an adverse reaction to something that holds no true weight.
That’s just Santana.
But they also know she’s built her life and image around being a hard ass and a bitch who doesn’t take shit from anyone. So, no one takes her tears very seriously. They don’t consider them actual sadness.
Santana Lopez doesn’t get sad.
Except she does.
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It pisses her off that he was able to break that shell.
The first thing she ever told him was, “Don’t fall in love with me.” And she meant it. He thought she was joking or being feisty or like cute but he quickly learned that she meant it (and that she didn’t “do cute”.)
That didn’t stop him from doing it. Didn’t stop him from falling in love with her. And even when she started to realize that he had she did everything in her power to keep him from saying it.
But that didn’t stop him either.
He groaned it in her ear as he gripped her thighs and surged up pressing her into the wall in the midst of their unexpected third round of the evening. Her heart fluttered, her stomach dropped and she came harder than she ever had with him.
“Why the fuck would you say that?” was all she could say as he pulled out and eased her back down to the ground.
He didn’t say anything at all. He just followed her to her room, climbed in the bed after her and wrapped an arm around her waist as his faced smashed into a pillow.
He fell asleep. She didn’t.
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Everybody knows Santana is weepy. So Rachel doesn’t take it serious when she bursts into tears in the middle of their favorite bar the next night. She just pats her back and orders another round of tequila shots.
She stops crying quickly only because she can’t hold in her laughter.
Rachel is drunk.
She knows because she’s started yelling in Spanish.
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She cries when she gets home that night, too, while she’s alone and fully aware of her reasoning.
She knows that are tears are for her … and him - for them.
She doesn’t think she’s capable of giving him what he needs.
She’s not ready but she would be lying if she said she didn’t love him back.
---
When it all comes crashing down and everything she already knew comes into fruition she cries.
She doesn’t tell anyone that she’s sad he’s found someone else.
That she has spent the last week crying because for the second time in her life someone has been willing and ready to do what she hasn’t.
She just acts like herself, maybe a little bitchier. A little snarkier, but she doesn’t cry.
She doesn’t give off even the tiniest inkling of sadness. Not even to Rachel, whom she’s grown to be honest with, because this isn’t one of those parts of herself she’s willing to give up.
And that’s the reason she’s crying in the first place.
Character(s): Santana Lopez, light Rachel Berry.
Rating: R.
Disclaimer: I don't owns the Glee.
Prompt: "You cry, but you don't tell anyone." from smc_27 in the santana_lopez Drabble Meme.
I don't know what this is. I wrote it in fifteen minutes at two in the morning. Whatever. I just need to write.
Everybody knows Santana is weepy.
They know if she has a little too much gin she’s prone to a babbling round of tears that ends in her making out with someone.
They know that sometimes at random a fresh stream of moisture will appear on her cheeks for no serious reason just an adverse reaction to something that holds no true weight.
That’s just Santana.
But they also know she’s built her life and image around being a hard ass and a bitch who doesn’t take shit from anyone. So, no one takes her tears very seriously. They don’t consider them actual sadness.
Santana Lopez doesn’t get sad.
Except she does.
---
It pisses her off that he was able to break that shell.
The first thing she ever told him was, “Don’t fall in love with me.” And she meant it. He thought she was joking or being feisty or like cute but he quickly learned that she meant it (and that she didn’t “do cute”.)
That didn’t stop him from doing it. Didn’t stop him from falling in love with her. And even when she started to realize that he had she did everything in her power to keep him from saying it.
But that didn’t stop him either.
He groaned it in her ear as he gripped her thighs and surged up pressing her into the wall in the midst of their unexpected third round of the evening. Her heart fluttered, her stomach dropped and she came harder than she ever had with him.
“Why the fuck would you say that?” was all she could say as he pulled out and eased her back down to the ground.
He didn’t say anything at all. He just followed her to her room, climbed in the bed after her and wrapped an arm around her waist as his faced smashed into a pillow.
He fell asleep. She didn’t.
---
Everybody knows Santana is weepy. So Rachel doesn’t take it serious when she bursts into tears in the middle of their favorite bar the next night. She just pats her back and orders another round of tequila shots.
She stops crying quickly only because she can’t hold in her laughter.
Rachel is drunk.
She knows because she’s started yelling in Spanish.
---
She cries when she gets home that night, too, while she’s alone and fully aware of her reasoning.
She knows that are tears are for her … and him - for them.
She doesn’t think she’s capable of giving him what he needs.
She’s not ready but she would be lying if she said she didn’t love him back.
---
When it all comes crashing down and everything she already knew comes into fruition she cries.
She doesn’t tell anyone that she’s sad he’s found someone else.
That she has spent the last week crying because for the second time in her life someone has been willing and ready to do what she hasn’t.
She just acts like herself, maybe a little bitchier. A little snarkier, but she doesn’t cry.
She doesn’t give off even the tiniest inkling of sadness. Not even to Rachel, whom she’s grown to be honest with, because this isn’t one of those parts of herself she’s willing to give up.
And that’s the reason she’s crying in the first place.