Santana thinks the mirror world is pretty crappy, and she doesn't know if she wants to hang around. But this is for the greater good, after all. And duh, of course she doesn't mean the rebellion. No, the greater good is to get back her damn bracelet.
Which would be why she is following Kurt's ridiculous mirror-person around, arms crossed and heaving dramatic sighs the linger they walk.
Well, that gets his attention. How could a hot girl straddling him not get his attention?
Still, he freezes, like a deer caught in some very sexy headlights. It's probably a bad idea to be letting a girl straddle him when he has a girlfriend, but what guy wouldn't be all for this? (A gay guy, that's who). Besides, she's technically a Santana...but his Santana let him touch her boobs recently! Ultimately, he makes a compromise with himself by not advancing, but not stopping her either.
"Yeah," he says. "...Yeah, you're definitely the friendliest girl I ever met."
Friendliest, hottest, most sexually active - they're all basically synonyms, right?
He nods, almost a little too enthusiastically at first.
"Yeah. Some crazy shit you prolly don't care 'bout happened, and once we got out've it alive she let me get to second. ...It was pretty damn awesome."
Of course, if it took surviving fake poisoning and an exchange of "I love you"s to get to second base, he's not sure if he'll ever get farther than that. ...He tries not to think about the "I love you"s too hard though, since he's kind of curled up with another girl at the moment.
It sounds like something he would lie about, but he looks too genuinely thrilled that it happened for that to be the case. Seriously, it was like Christmas in September. He doesn't even care that he just got called adorable; he got to touch his girlfriend's boobs.
"It'll have to. I mean, since, y'know..." Since his Santana is the way she is.
Or h might have trailed off because this Santana started unbuttoning her shirt. He tries not to stare but really only succeeds in staring more. Oops.
"I, uh...What're you doing?"
He can't really avoid asking anymore. Somewhere along the line this crossed over from being extremely sexy to extremely sexy and a little suspicious. Sexy-spicious, maybe. She wasn't exactly hurrying to get her shirt off the last few times they were together, after all.
"Not that I mind or anythin'," he adds quickly. He obviously doesn't, since he hasn't made her move, and hasn't really stopped looking either. It's all part of being an outstanding heterosexual, you see.
She lifts a shoulder in a shrug. And then her shirt is hanging open, revealing a bra she's pretty sure the other Santana would never be caught dead in.
"Just curious. Do they feel different than hers?" She gestures to her chest. "Go ahead, I'm not gonna slap you or anything."
Mellenkurt's face goes red when just what she's asking sinks in, and suddenly he looks like someone who has never touched a boob before in his life. After hanging out with the other Santana so much, it's shocking to see a girl ask someone she's only seen a handful of times touch her boobs.
That, and is this cheating? It feels like it might be Real Cheating (as opposed to Fake Cheating which is all that making out they did that one time and whatever this straddling is). Then again, she did ask, and it seems kind of reasonable...sort of.
He reaches out, hesitates one last time, and then finally touches her. He's cautious, more so than he needs to be. Ignoring his baby penguin level of technique though, he at least seems to put some thought in his answer.
"Yeah, actually." He sounds a little surprised. "They're kinda...bigger. Did y'get a boob job?"
He asks quietly because it sounds like a question you're not supposed to actually ask a girl, like how old she is or if she's gained any weight recently.
Wow, he's so good at this, Santana just wants to rip off the rest of her clothes and get it on right here!
Wait, no. The opposite of that.
But that's okay, because that was never the goal. No, the goal was simply to get his hands free...so she can reach down and steal his pillow.
Yep.
That done, she rolls off him, laughing a little meanly, because making him uncomfortable is always a good side effect. Reclining on all the pillows again, she gives a pleased smile.
It takes him a minute to process what just happened, and he stares at her with his mouth open. Sure, he got to touch her boobs easily but she stole his pillow. And he completely fell for all of her sneaky, sexy-spicious plans. Once it stops being shocking, he scowls a little.
"Yeah. They're freakin' awesome." And then he makes a grab for one of her MANY pillows and tugs.
He hisses and recoils, holding his hand. Sheesh, she hit him like he was trying to touch her boobs again or something!
"Can't y'get your own damn pillows over there or somethin'?" Surprisingly, smacking him didn't make him more likely to want to help her. Except oh, wait, it isn't really that surprising at all.
Besides, he wants them. Especially since she's hogging them all now.
"Please. You know the Queen probably has way better crap than we can ever even try to get from the closets." She guards the pillows with her life, dammit.
"You can keep one, I guess," she adds, super sweetly.
That's not going to fool him - everyone knows Santana's about as sweet as a chili pepper. He raises an eyebrow at her.
"...Fine. I'm definitely takin' one though," he says. It's better than putting up a fight and not getting any of them in the end. "I guess I can pitch 'em through a mirror for you or somethin'."
Which would be why she is following Kurt's ridiculous mirror-person around, arms crossed and heaving dramatic sighs the linger they walk.
"I'm starting to think this is a trick, Magnum."
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Still, he freezes, like a deer caught in some very sexy headlights. It's probably a bad idea to be letting a girl straddle him when he has a girlfriend, but what guy wouldn't be all for this? (A gay guy, that's who). Besides, she's technically a Santana...but his Santana let him touch her boobs recently! Ultimately, he makes a compromise with himself by not advancing, but not stopping her either.
"Yeah," he says. "...Yeah, you're definitely the friendliest girl I ever met."
Friendliest, hottest, most sexually active - they're all basically synonyms, right?
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"So let me ask. Last time we talked, you were basically stuck on first base." She taps a finger against her chin. "Have you graduated to second yet?"
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"Yeah. Some crazy shit you prolly don't care 'bout happened, and once we got out've it alive she let me get to second. ...It was pretty damn awesome."
Of course, if it took surviving fake poisoning and an exchange of "I love you"s to get to second base, he's not sure if he'll ever get farther than that. ...He tries not to think about the "I love you"s too hard though, since he's kind of curled up with another girl at the moment.
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It's totally an important question right now.
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It sounds like something he would lie about, but he looks too genuinely thrilled that it happened for that to be the case. Seriously, it was like Christmas in September. He doesn't even care that he just got called adorable; he got to touch his girlfriend's boobs.
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"Wow. That must totally tide you over for like, at least a month." Casually, she starts unbuttoning her shirt.
What? It's just a test.
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Or h might have trailed off because this Santana started unbuttoning her shirt. He tries not to stare but really only succeeds in staring more. Oops.
"I, uh...What're you doing?"
He can't really avoid asking anymore. Somewhere along the line this crossed over from being extremely sexy to extremely sexy and a little suspicious. Sexy-spicious, maybe. She wasn't exactly hurrying to get her shirt off the last few times they were together, after all.
"Not that I mind or anythin'," he adds quickly. He obviously doesn't, since he hasn't made her move, and hasn't really stopped looking either. It's all part of being an outstanding heterosexual, you see.
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"Just curious. Do they feel different than hers?" She gestures to her chest. "Go ahead, I'm not gonna slap you or anything."
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That, and is this cheating? It feels like it might be Real Cheating (as opposed to Fake Cheating which is all that making out they did that one time and whatever this straddling is). Then again, she did ask, and it seems kind of reasonable...sort of.
He reaches out, hesitates one last time, and then finally touches her. He's cautious, more so than he needs to be. Ignoring his baby penguin level of technique though, he at least seems to put some thought in his answer.
"Yeah, actually." He sounds a little surprised. "They're kinda...bigger. Did y'get a boob job?"
He asks quietly because it sounds like a question you're not supposed to actually ask a girl, like how old she is or if she's gained any weight recently.
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Wait, no. The opposite of that.
But that's okay, because that was never the goal. No, the goal was simply to get his hands free...so she can reach down and steal his pillow.
Yep.
That done, she rolls off him, laughing a little meanly, because making him uncomfortable is always a good side effect. Reclining on all the pillows again, she gives a pleased smile.
"Sure did. They're great, right?"
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It takes him a minute to process what just happened, and he stares at her with his mouth open. Sure, he got to touch her boobs easily but she stole his pillow. And he completely fell for all of her sneaky, sexy-spicious plans. Once it stops being shocking, he scowls a little.
"Yeah. They're freakin' awesome." And then he makes a grab for one of her MANY pillows and tugs.
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"Maybe next year I'll let you touch them again. If you help me take these pillows with me."
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"Can't y'get your own damn pillows over there or somethin'?" Surprisingly, smacking him didn't make him more likely to want to help her. Except oh, wait, it isn't really that surprising at all.
Besides, he wants them. Especially since she's hogging them all now.
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"You can keep one, I guess," she adds, super sweetly.
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"...Fine. I'm definitely takin' one though," he says. It's better than putting up a fight and not getting any of them in the end. "I guess I can pitch 'em through a mirror for you or somethin'."
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