There really is no guessing or wondering when the real thing comes along. There is usually a telltale sign that lets you know when true love has arrived...a voice in your head, a sense of recognition or a gut feeling that this is someone special to...
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(Jennie's OOTD)
96 ; J E N N I E
"It's really coming down out there." I groaned as we were decorating our apartment with Christmas decorations. "Thank goodness they said fuck it and let us get out early for Christmas break." I smiled.
"What about your modeling gigs? Do you still have to go into the office?" Rachel questioned. "Nah. Nobody wants to drive through that. Do you know how bad traffic is right now?" I answered as I put on an ornament on our Christmas tree.
"Well, I for one am glad that I can be snowed in with you." Santana smiled as she snaked her arms around my waist. "Me too." I smiled before pecking her lips.
"It still baffles me how your personality switches when you're with Santana. I don't think I have ever seen you so smiley whenever you're not with her." Kurt teased.
"It's not my fault that I have a resting bitch face." I replied as I gave him a glare. "Since Christmas is quite literally in a week in a half, how about we make it fun and do secret Santa?" Rachel suggested.
"That's actually not a bad idea. But wait, doesn't that mean we only get one gift each?" Santana questioned. "Babe, I'm obviously going to get you something." I laughed.
"Then, let's put a twist on it? Whoever you get for your secret Santa, you must give them a homemade gift." Kurt said excitedly.
"I'm down. I'll have you know that I'm quite talented in the arts so, whoever name I pick is seriously lucky." I bragged. "Anyways, let's write our names down and pick them from out of a bowl." Rachel smiled.
All four of us wrote our names on pieces of scraps of paper before we balled them up and tossed them into a bowl. "Who picks first?" Santana asked.
