𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝗼𝐩𝐞𝐳 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐢 𝐝𝗼𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧

Me and Santana took a flight to London after graduation. Then, we went to Verona, Italy a week later. It was all amazing. Being with Santana. Just us. We had been having so much fun that I forgot all about drinking.

"Morning." I felt Santana whisper and start kissing my neck. I opened my eyes groaning. "What time is it?"

"Probably like eight." She kept kissing and I pushed her off. "Not right now."

"Why?" She asked as we sat up. "Feeling a little nauseous."

"You okay?" Santana put her hand up to my forehead. "Are you sick?"

"No, i'm fine. I just think I ate too much yesterday." I stood up and she looked at me confused. "Are you sure? We can go back home if you want."

"No, no, let's just enjoy life right now. We're in Italy. Big upgrade from Lima." I smiled and she smiled back. "Yeah, Carol and Burt are amazing for helping you afford this."

"I know, I thought I was gonna have to sneak on a boat or something." I said and she looked at me confused. "Sneak on a boat?"

"Yeah, can you imagine it? Two star crossed lovers trying to make to Italy with nothing but their love. It'd make a pretty good movie."

"Okay Ms. Movie maker, get ready." Santana rolled her eyes and I nodded. "Kay."

We made our way outside. Before walking around the city, we bought Focaccia at a store.

"Bonjour!" I smiled at the people walking by and Santana put my hand down. "That's not right."

"What? Of course it's right."

"Bonjour is French, idiot." She said and I nodded. "Okay. Uh," I looked at the people walking by. "Ciao!"

They waved back and I turned to Santana. "Was that right?"

"I don't know, I think. I don't speak Italian. Hey.." Santana turned to me. "What do you think they're gonna do about Glee club next year?"

"I don't know. What I do know is that everyone's gonna miss it."

"Yeah." Santana took a bite of the bread.

"Do you miss it?" I took a bite of the snack and she shrugged. "Sometimes. I mostly just miss the competitions and drama. I'm a sucker for all of it. What will you miss the most?"

"Friends, I guess. I mean, it's not like I don't like singing. I love it. I rarely got any solos though."

"Same. You know, not to sound like Berry or anything but I deserved those solos. We'd totally be three time winning National champs if it weren't for Mr Schuester who didn't give me lead. Would've killed it."

"I was thinking the same thing." I laughed. "Imagine if me and you took the lead instead of Rachel and Finn? There would be no awkward kiss that makes us lose and there'll be better singing."

"I got chills they're multiplying and i'm losing control because the power you're supplying, it's electrifying!" Santana sang mocking Finn and i laughed. "You better shape up" I tried imitating Rachel and Santana started going 'do do do'

"Cause I need a man and my heart is set on you. You better shape up. You better understand, to my heart i must be true."

"You're-" Santana started and I put my hand over her mouth. "People are starting to stare."

"Oh. Right."

We ended the day early because of me. I was dizzy and shaky and super nauseous. I didn't know why. I haven't drank, i've actually been on top of my game with the whole sobriety thing.

When we went back to the hotel room, I immediately ran to the bathroom.

I kneeled down grabbing the trash bucket.

"What's going on?" Santana walked into the bathroom.

I gagged and pulled the trash can closer to me. I threw up and Santana looked at me confused. "Have you-?"

"No. I haven't." I looked up at her wiping the side of my mouth. I leaned against the wall tired. I was so sweaty and hot. "I think i'm sick." I held my stomach and Santana nodded. "You couldn't of done that in the toilet?"

"Fuck you." I groaned. "I think I want to go home." I said and she smiled. "Okay. We'll go home."

this is short. i'm sorry. i was trying to write yesterday but bitch, a mf tornado was forming🙄

love y'all💗