Seeing as Halloween is one of my absolute favorite holidays (and October one of my favorite months) it seems like the perfect time for a meme! So let's get it on, people.
Halloween for Santana means dressing up in the sluttiest outfit she has, getting drunk on tequila soaked candy apples, and kinky costume sex.
For Rachel, Halloween is a little different. It’s hot apple cider, enough candy to give her a sugar high for weeks and pumpkin carving.
Ew.
No way Santana is going to spend a perfectly good night in October elbow deep in pumpkin guts.
Except on the Friday night the week before Halloween, Santana’s standing in a pumpkin patch, jacket pulled tightly around her body against the chill as she watches her girlfriend walk up and down the rows of pumpkins. Apparently there’s some method to picking one out and Rachel’s stopping at each fucking one to poke at it and turn it around in her hands.
Santana is so not drunk enough to be doing this.
“Rach, just pick one, christ“It has to be perfect, Santana,” Rachel answers, not even bothering to look over
( ... )
Not one to waste an opportunity, Santana drops her pumpkin to the ground to thread her arms through Rachel’s jacket, hands splaying across her back.
“I love you,” Rachel murmurs between kisses and for just a second Santana actually does love picking out pumpkins. A chill fall breeze brushes past them, but Rachel’s lips are warm, and she smells like an October night should smell - a mixture of wet leaves and cold grass
( ... )
1. Dis bitch said 'busty co-eds'. 2. Santana picking out Rachel's costume for her own pleasure. 3. Monster being theme music for her bedroom antics. I always said she was a beast in the sack. 4. She's fucking smooth like that. 5. Rachel's wearing Halloween themed panties. 6. Rachel's bad lie. 7. Santana being smug and just hanging on the ground still.
Finn finds a lot of things hot about his girlfriend. How could he not? She’s Santana Lopez and pretty much everything she does is hot. Which is why he’s sitting in the middle of Puck’s crowded living room at the annual Halloween party with a serious situation in his pants.
Because Santana’s across the room eating a candy apple. A freaking candy apple.
It’s not just that she’s eating a candy apple really; it’s the way she’s doing it
( ... )
When he makes it to Puck’s bedroom he finally puts her down, locking the door behind him.
“Caveman, much?” She sounds mad, her tone biting and unamused, but there’s a look on her face that lets him know she’s not too pissed about it. He’s gotten well versed in her angry faces - there are about seventeen different expressions - so he knows which ones he can ignore and which ones require grovelling and presents to get off her face. This is definitely one he can ignore because there’s laughter wrinkling the skin around her eyes, and she’s got that I hate that you’re cute smile threatening to spread across her mouth
( ... )
“You’re a witch,” Brittany breathes out as Santana lights another candle on the opposite side of the room.
“What?”
“I figured it out,” Brittany says sagely. “You’re a witch.”
“Have you been watching Buffy again?” Santana asks, stalking towards the bed and sliding back under the covers.
The candles illuminate Santana’s dark room just enough to put a warm glow over Brittany’s skin. Her fingers trace the line of Brittany’s bicep as she traces the flickering light over both of them with her eyes.
“It’s okay,” Brittany says, a comforting hand landing over Santana’s. “I’d still love you. There are good witches too.”
“I’m not a witch, Britt, and you need to stop watching Buffy.”
“I wasn’t watching Buffy,” Brittany explains. “The History Channel was doing a special on haunted America.”
“Witches aren’t real.” Santana’s tired, her room is warm, Brittany is warm and she just wants to sleep. This conversation could go on for hours and she’d just like to stop it before she’s up at 2AM debating the merits of lamb’s blood versus pig’
( ... )
“I refuse to be taken down by a couple of girls,” Puck says, fingers mashing the buttons of a Playstation controller.
“We won’t be,” Mike assures him.
They’re in the apartment they share, trying to beat the latest Call of Duty game, and Puck’s pissed. Rachel and Santana have apparently taken it upon themselves to get involved in Puck’s annual Halloween prank war and they’re actually fucking good at it. Normally he’d spend the month putting worms in Mike’s bed and trying to avoid retaliation, but this year they had to join forces against his evil exes. He should have know that his two ex-girlfriends getting together would only bring the world bad things.
“Did you figure out their schedules? I want to get them both when they’re at home.”
Mike turns to him briefly with a bitch please look before going back to the game
( ... )
He keeps calling until he sees Santana get up, eyes rolling angrily as she picks up the phone.
“Stop calling you fucking pervert.”
He lowers his voice, makes it as gravelly as he can and says, “Come to the front door, little girl. I’m waiting for her.”
Her scowl fades from her face, and he watches her glance towards Rachel quickly. Yeah, she can pretend like she’s tough shit all she wants, but Puck knows better. Girl is paranoid as all hell since Puck used to tell her scary stories in his treehouse as kids. It used to be because freaking girls out would get them to cuddle up next to him, but with Santana it was just funny to watch her jump in fear
( ... )
“No, no way,” Naya’s saying, shaking her head and glaring at Dianna’s pouty expression across from her. “No fucking way.”
“Nay, come on.” Dianna’s got her foot hooked around Naya’s ankle, her bare toes rubbing lightly against Naya’s skin like that’s going to help plead her case. It feels nice, comfortable in a way that Naya didn’t think she’d ever feel about someone, but she manages to stay strong against the wave of affection that shoots up from her ankle.
“No, they’re cheesy and freaky and those carnies that work them seriously ignore personal boundaries. I am not going on a haunted hay ride with you.”
Expression changing swiftly, Dianna purses her lips together and narrows her eyes. “So you’re saying you’re scared...”
“That tactic is not going to work for you, baby girl,” Naya warns, eyebrow arched.
Okay so, she actually is kind of scared, but no way she’d ever admit that to Dianna. She’d never hear the end of it for one, and furthermore she’s supposed to be the tough one in this relationship - not the one that has
( ... )
1. The order in which Dianna appeals to her girlfriend is seriously so aces aldjghsgjfk. Her pride, her heart, and when both of those fail: her labido. BOOM. 2. THE PHYSICALITY OH GOD ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME. Stupid question of course you are. As per usual. 3. Naya imagining a future for them aw aw aw.
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For Rachel, Halloween is a little different. It’s hot apple cider, enough candy to give her a sugar high for weeks and pumpkin carving.
Ew.
No way Santana is going to spend a perfectly good night in October elbow deep in pumpkin guts.
Except on the Friday night the week before Halloween, Santana’s standing in a pumpkin patch, jacket pulled tightly around her body against the chill as she watches her girlfriend walk up and down the rows of pumpkins. Apparently there’s some method to picking one out and Rachel’s stopping at each fucking one to poke at it and turn it around in her hands.
Santana is so not drunk enough to be doing this.
“Rach, just pick one, christ“It has to be perfect, Santana,” Rachel answers, not even bothering to look over ( ... )
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“I love you,” Rachel murmurs between kisses and for just a second Santana actually does love picking out pumpkins. A chill fall breeze brushes past them, but Rachel’s lips are warm, and she smells like an October night should smell - a mixture of wet leaves and cold grass ( ... )
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So. Let's discuss the many reasons I love this:
1. Dis bitch said 'busty co-eds'.
2. Santana picking out Rachel's costume for her own pleasure.
3. Monster being theme music for her bedroom antics. I always said she was a beast in the sack.
4. She's fucking smooth like that.
5. Rachel's wearing Halloween themed panties.
6. Rachel's bad lie.
7. Santana being smug and just hanging on the ground still.
THIS.
I LOVE YOU. YOU'RE THE BEST RAFIKI EVER!
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Glee, Finn/Santana, candy apples
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Because Santana’s across the room eating a candy apple. A freaking candy apple.
It’s not just that she’s eating a candy apple really; it’s the way she’s doing it ( ... )
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“Caveman, much?” She sounds mad, her tone biting and unamused, but there’s a look on her face that lets him know she’s not too pissed about it. He’s gotten well versed in her angry faces - there are about seventeen different expressions - so he knows which ones he can ignore and which ones require grovelling and presents to get off her face. This is definitely one he can ignore because there’s laughter wrinkling the skin around her eyes, and she’s got that I hate that you’re cute smile threatening to spread across her mouth ( ... )
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“What?”
“I figured it out,” Brittany says sagely. “You’re a witch.”
“Have you been watching Buffy again?” Santana asks, stalking towards the bed and sliding back under the covers.
The candles illuminate Santana’s dark room just enough to put a warm glow over Brittany’s skin. Her fingers trace the line of Brittany’s bicep as she traces the flickering light over both of them with her eyes.
“It’s okay,” Brittany says, a comforting hand landing over Santana’s. “I’d still love you. There are good witches too.”
“I’m not a witch, Britt, and you need to stop watching Buffy.”
“I wasn’t watching Buffy,” Brittany explains. “The History Channel was doing a special on haunted America.”
“Witches aren’t real.” Santana’s tired, her room is warm, Brittany is warm and she just wants to sleep. This conversation could go on for hours and she’d just like to stop it before she’s up at 2AM debating the merits of lamb’s blood versus pig’ ( ... )
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“We won’t be,” Mike assures him.
They’re in the apartment they share, trying to beat the latest Call of Duty game, and Puck’s pissed. Rachel and Santana have apparently taken it upon themselves to get involved in Puck’s annual Halloween prank war and they’re actually fucking good at it. Normally he’d spend the month putting worms in Mike’s bed and trying to avoid retaliation, but this year they had to join forces against his evil exes. He should have know that his two ex-girlfriends getting together would only bring the world bad things.
“Did you figure out their schedules? I want to get them both when they’re at home.”
Mike turns to him briefly with a bitch please look before going back to the game ( ... )
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“Stop calling you fucking pervert.”
He lowers his voice, makes it as gravelly as he can and says, “Come to the front door, little girl. I’m waiting for her.”
Her scowl fades from her face, and he watches her glance towards Rachel quickly. Yeah, she can pretend like she’s tough shit all she wants, but Puck knows better. Girl is paranoid as all hell since Puck used to tell her scary stories in his treehouse as kids. It used to be because freaking girls out would get them to cuddle up next to him, but with Santana it was just funny to watch her jump in fear ( ... )
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Thank you. Have some bent over Naya for all your hard work.
♥ you.
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There is no way you can convince me to go on a haunted hayride with you.
I'll finger you in the wagon.
Deal.
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“Nay, come on.” Dianna’s got her foot hooked around Naya’s ankle, her bare toes rubbing lightly against Naya’s skin like that’s going to help plead her case. It feels nice, comfortable in a way that Naya didn’t think she’d ever feel about someone, but she manages to stay strong against the wave of affection that shoots up from her ankle.
“No, they’re cheesy and freaky and those carnies that work them seriously ignore personal boundaries. I am not going on a haunted hay ride with you.”
Expression changing swiftly, Dianna purses her lips together and narrows her eyes. “So you’re saying you’re scared...”
“That tactic is not going to work for you, baby girl,” Naya warns, eyebrow arched.
Okay so, she actually is kind of scared, but no way she’d ever admit that to Dianna. She’d never hear the end of it for one, and furthermore she’s supposed to be the tough one in this relationship - not the one that has ( ... )
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2. THE PHYSICALITY OH GOD ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME. Stupid question of course you are. As per usual.
3. Naya imagining a future for them aw aw aw.
My face:
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