santana lopez imagines (x reader)

we aren't flirting.

"you know santana, you're a bitch. this is exactly why no one invites you anywhere. all you do is sit around and talk shit." you grunted, scooting an inch closer to the raven haired girl.

"you are such a hypocrite." santana snarked, slapping your thigh, you almost moaned at the stinging feeling but kept your composure. "why the hell do you think we get along so well?"

taking a deep breath you stared at the latina with a glare. you were currently at the park down the street from your house. you and santana have been sitting in the same spot for almost an hour arguing and waiting for the rest of the new directions.

you were tired of eachother to say the least. all you did was argue with each other and insult people... with each other. you were two ends of the same bitch goddess spectrum and you used that to full advantage. most people thought that your heavy arguing was actual just you two flirting but you and santana always denied.

"why are y'all so close?" quinn laughed. looking up you saw the rest of the new directions approaching you. you looked over at santana and noticed that your faces were a couple of centimeters away from eachother. if you moved just a little closer you would have kissed.. not that you were thinking about it or anything.

trying not to draw anymore attention to one another you and santana scooted away from eachother and stood up, walking over to the group. santana rolled her eyes approaching rachel. "okay gayberry, why the hell did you call us here? and i swear we better not be discussing you having a solo again."

"well santana, for your information i asked all to meet me here so that we can talk about song selections. with mr.schue being on vacation it is our responsibility to insure that he can trust us while he's away." rachel continued on showing you and the rest of the group, songs that she's picked out, which all seemed to be solos or duets for her and quinn.

feelings something hit your head you turned around slowly and saw santana with a open notebook in her hand as she balled up another piece of paper with her other. not wanting another paper ball thrown at you, you walked over to santana and attempted to pull the notebook out of her hands.

you tussled with the latina for a couple of moments before finally succeeding and pulling the journal away from her and tossing it to the side. laughing santana walked towards you, "don't be such a party pooper y/l/n." she gritted into your ear.

"leave me alone lopez. lets just get this stupid meeting over with. then you can go to your house in nasty ass lima heights and i can go to mine, and we don't have to see eachother again until glee club." 

santanas eyes went wide at what you said. pulling you over behind a tall tree she pushed you against it with a soft 'thump'. "what the hell is wrong with you y/n?"

"i can ask you the same thing." looking at eachother in the eyes, being a centimeter away from eachother, and nearly kissing, the sexual tension was technically radiating off of you. "you're close."

"back up then."

"can't i'm against a tree."

"well sucks to be you."

"bitch."

"whore."

being called that shut you up quickly. having a thing for degrading really popped out at that moment. you and the latina looked from your eyes to your lips and then eyes again. admiring each others features.

santana slowly moved in closer, the throbbing between her legs becoming unbearable, and weirdly you leaned in too. closing your eyes you and the latinas lips fell into a harsh kiss. having all of the built up anger against eachother allowed for you and santana to finally take it out on eachother... through kissing.

santanas hands lightly gripped your ass, as you moved yours to her hair. "i. hate. you." she mumbled in between kisses.

you hummed as her hand brushed past your area. "i hate you more santana." pulling her in again you moved on hand from her hair to her thigh.

"y/n? santana?"

you and the latina quickly jumped off eachother and fixed yourself up quickly, "we never speak of this 'hey arnold'." santana said with a slight growl, making you whimper at the rasp in her voice.

"yes ma'am." hearing the group come closer you shoved santana against the tree. "maybe if you weren't so fucking rude to everyone we would be fine."

santana looked at you confused before you raised your eyebrows hoping she would get it. thankfully she did. "y/n, i will seriously drag you from here all the way to lima heights."

"i'd like to see you try" you yelled, walking closer to the latina with a small smirk on your face, but you got stopped by mike holding you back as puck went for santana.

"y'all have gots to chill." mercedes rolled her eyes, snuggling closer into sam, taking a though it was a whopping 40 degrees outside. "look the meetings over. while you guys stood over here doing god knows what, we finished the set list."

rachel hummed in agreement as she turned to the girls, "yeah so congrats, we can all go home now." as the group turned around to leave santana and jaliyah let out a low breath that they didn't even know they were holding, hearing this rachel furrowed her eyebrows and brung quinn back over to the two with her, "what were you two really doing back here? because you really missed a great glee club meeting."

"nothing berry. get over it." santana groaned, turning around to leave.

"im just saying it couldn't have been that important."

finally having enough you rolled your eyes and snapped at the short brunette, "you know maybe for once in your broadway driven life you could shut the fuck up and stop meddling in other peoples business."

rachel whimpered and moved over closer to her girlfriend gripping her arm tighter. quinn kissed her girlfriends head and glared at you, as you just smiled back. looking over at your latina she blew you a small kiss, while blowing one back quinn caught you, "aha! thats what's going on. you two are flirting with eachother. you don't really hate eachother do you? you've been flirting this whole time!"

"we aren't flirting!"