Chapter 44. | our last sectionals

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(Jennie's OOTD)

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J E N N I E

"Good morning, babe." Santana smiled as she climbed into the passenger's seat of my car. "Good morning, my love." I smiled before we shared a quick peck before she fastened her seatbelt.

This morning, while Santana was getting ready, I went out to get some breakfast from this nice bakery that's up the road. I just needed to clear my head a bit. It's still a bit hard to wrap my head around everything that happened.

"So this weekend, my parents wants to take you and I out for dinner." My girlfriend informed me as I pulled out of the driveway. "I'll be there but, what is the occasion?" I asked curiously.

"They want to officially get to know you since, you're my girlfriend and you're now living with us." She huffed out and I let out a small laugh. "I will definitely be there then." I smiled.

"You might want to dress nicely as well. They're planning on taking us somewhere fancy which is crazy because, we never go anywhere fancy." Santana added. "I'll keep that in mind." I laughed.

***

"I'll see you at glee club, alright?" My girlfriend asked as we entered the building. "Okay, see you later." I smiled. She gave me a quick passionate kiss and a wave goodbye before heading to her locker.

I smiled to myself as I walked down the hallway and to my locker. Life has been great the past couple of weeks. Except for getting outed, no longer being accepted by my parents, and getting kicked out of course.

I'm finally able to publicly display affection with my beautiful girlfriend. I submitted all of my recommendations, entrance essay, and my application for NYADA early.

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