𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝗼𝐩𝐞𝐳 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝗺𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝗺𝐞𝐬

"I don't know what to do. I mean, with Sam kissing me and Brittany leaving and getting kicked out of the Glee club, it's like my life doesn't feel like...well, my life. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I know." Finn answered. "Wait- did you just say Sam kissed you?"

I hummed in response and Finn nodded. "Do you like him?"

"No. I don't- I don't know. I mean, i like him but-"

"Not like that." Finn finished and I nodded. "Exactly."

"Hey," Finn sat up. "I'm going to New York this week. You know, to visit Kurt and Rachel. You should come."

"No, I can't. I can't see Santana again after what happened at Mr Schuesters wedding."

"Aren't you better now?" Finn asked and I looked down fiddling with my fingers. "Yeah." I lied and Finn smiled. "Great. Then, you can explain yourself to Santana and boom, problem solved."

AT NEW YORK.

"Oh my god! You guys are here!" Kurt smiled and gave us a hug.

"Finn!" Rachel ran to Finn and gave him a hug.

"Moni?" Santana walked up to me and shook her head. "What about your Senior Prom? You're missing it."

"It's worth it now that i'm seeing you." I put my bag down and she hugged me. "Are you better now?" She whispered and I nodded.

"Okay, well, I actually have to go to work so..." Rachel said.

"And I have to go do my laundry." Santana chimed in and Rachel nodded. "You wanna come with one of us?"

"Sure." I smiled.

"Who are you going with?" Rachel asked and I turned over to Santana. "I'll go with Snixx here."

We walked over to the laundromat. Santana had finished putting her clothes in the machines.

She put in soap and closed the lid. "Now we wait. Get ready for the boredom."

"Waiting with you is never a bore." I sat down and Santana laughed. "Trust me it gets annoying here. You think the laundromat in Lima is packed? Try New York."

"It seems pretty empty now." I smiled and she titled her head. "It does. What do you want to do?" She grinned over at me and I backed up. "This is a a laundromat."

"Not anything like that!" Santana laughed standing up. She took my hands and stood me up. She got in front of me putting our hands together.

"What are you doing?" I laughed as she moved side to side moving her hips. "Dancing! Dance with me."

"I can't dance and there's no music." I laughed and she shook her head. "Everyone can dance with the right partner and we don't need music."

Santana turned me and I tried copying her moves. She hummed a song smiling at me.

"Let's go!" I stopped dancing and ran out of the building holding Santana's hand. "My laundry!" She yelled and I continued running down the street. "We'll come back!"