santana lopez imagines (x reader)

i like you

"kiss me y/n"

you were never one to fit in. you were always an outsider whether that be in school or out. you were never someone that people were weirdly drawn too. no one wanted to spend more than a second with you not even your own family. no one ever found you attractive. you've never had a boyfriend- well in your case a girlfriend. and obviously that means you've never had your first kiss.. until now. you had no clue why the santana lopez would want to kiss you. out of everyone in this school that she can have, she chooses you. maybe this is some sick type of joke. maybe there are cameras in every corner of the room just watching, waiting for you to fall for this trick. you had to have been imagining this or something. please don't be a joke.

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santana shook your shoulder once more, "y/n?"

"huh-hu-huh?", you stuttered, flickering your eyes.

"well are you just gonna sit right here and stare at me or are you gonna kiss me, like i've been asking for the past 2 minutes?"

waiting for the latina to show genuineness you just stared.

like she heard your thoughts she looked over at you concerned, "i'm serious y/n"

she was serious. she actually wanted to kiss you. but why? no ones ever wanted to kiss you. so why her? why now? maybe this time it was real. maybe you could finally have someone that loved you. wait its too early for that. maybe someone will finally see you for who you are. someone more than just a quiet, shy girl. without thinking anymore, without even talking you pressed your lips onto santanas.

as your lips moved in sync with another's you heard someone giggle. listening again, it wasn't just one, you heard multiple people. 'they laughed at us', 'they laughed at you'.

was that in your head? or- or was it real? you soon pulled away and ran. you ran faster then ever before. you can't get publicly exposed like that. you would never live it down. you knew it was all a joke. she never really wanted you.

you ran into the one place you knew you could be yourself. the one place you, could be you. the choir room. it was empty at the time but you didn't mind. you liked it best like that.

there you stood alone. in the one place you called home. balling your eyes out. 'how could I have been such an idiot.' you asked yourself.

"y/n?", you lift your head up quickly and at the door, knocking stood a confused santana. "are you okay?"

putting your head back down into your hands you mumbled at the girl, "go away santana."

walking closer to you she hummed your favorite song. 'mine' by taylor swift. confused you looked over at her. how did she know your favorite song? taking a seat next to you she placed a hand on your knee, "i've sat in this choir room for a whole year secretly watching you, hoping that one day you'll figure it out. when you caught me staring and smiled over at me, my heart fluttered and i knew from that point on. i liked you."

"oh please." you scoffed. "you don't have to lie to me santana. you've embarrassed me enough today."

santana scrunched her eyes and lift your chin up with her thumb, "what are you talking about?" she questioned.

you chuckled a little pushing her hand off of you, "i heard them santana. you can't just lie to me like this."

"heard who y/n?"

"your friends! i'm not stupid. they laughed at us. they laughed at me." you pointed to the door and waved her out. "just leave me alone and go back to your possey so that you can laugh at me some more."

she looked guilty. she knew they were there. she knew that was them laughing. she wanted them to see her for who she really was. who she really was with you. she had to confess. for your sake. "y/n- i'm- i'm sorry. i just-"

"you just what santana?" you asked, anger evident in your voice. "wanted to embarrass me? wanted me to look stupid?"

"if you would just shut up and let me talk i can explain." she growled. you were silent you hated people yelling at you. most of the time you would cry. mostly because they were wrong to yell at you. but no. not this time. maybe you needed to hear santana out. and that you did. "listen i have liked you since i heard your cute little giggle when you were fooling around with asian number one and tubs the clown."

"santana-" you whispered, but the latina cut you off holding her hand up. you looked up nervously at the door.

"i'm not finished. every time i see you i get these feelings. i get these feelings and i don't know how to explain them, but i know why they're there." santana took a deep breath and moved over closer to you, "i like you, y/n. i really fucking like you. and i don't care about my friends not liking this, or the rest of these idiots in this school."

"oh really?" a voice was heard asking from the door. you sat there quiet not knowing exactly what to do. "you like y/n? are you kidding santana?"

santana turned her head quickly revealing an upset quinn fabray. her ex girlfriend. you've always wanted to look like quinn. i mean who didn't? she was the definition of perfect. "what the hell are doing here quinn?"

quinn chuckled and walked closer to you. "i came to make sure you were coming with us later, but obviously your occupied." she mumbled, looking you dead in your eyes.

you stared back, fluttering your eyes. saying you were intimidated would be an understatement. "i-i can leave if you want." you whispered, grabbing your bag, but santana grabbed your arm and sat you back down.

"no y/n you stay. quinn get out." she deadpanned.

quinn scrunched her face up and looked over at santana again, "are you seriously gonna leave me for this- this trash?"

santana took a deep breath rubbing your shoulders and standing up walking over to quinn. "we aren't together. how many times do i have to tell you this? me and you are done. done! you are a horrible person and i can't stand being with you. now if you'll excuse me im trying to make y/n here my girlfriend."

quinn rolled her eyes and began to walk off. before leaving the room she turned to you once more. "oh and y/n, i heard you like laughing. maybe you should hear it more often." she smiled, flashing her middle finger and walking off. swinging her blonde ponytail.

you sighed as santana came and took a seat beside. "i'm sorry."

without letting her continue you crashed your lips onto santanas again. not caring who could see. finally pulling away after it got hard to breathe you placed your hand onto her cheek, "you really meant that?"

"of course i did."

you chuckled and pecked her lips one more time, "well lucky for you, i like you too." feeling a boost of confidence you blurted out- "would you like to go on a date with me?"

she smiled at you and rubbed at your hands, "i would love to y/n."

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i don't know what the hell this was, ngl.