𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 | s. lopez + b. pierce

Four

a/n - trigger warning for broken hearts and sad gays...i hate this episode 🥺😭💔

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"I mean, I'm not jealous, I just think that it's insane that all Porcelain had to do to get an internship with Vouge.com was take photos of every ridiculous outfit he's ever paired with a Cossack hat and a see-through raincoat and then show up at an interview where he is lauded as a visionary because he's jodhpurs happened to match his riding crop," Santana ranted.

"I'm gonna pretend I understood what you just said," Jayden chuckled, shaking her head as she folded one of Santana's tops.

"Well, you know, you could follow your dream, too," Brittany said. "Your mom gave you that money and said you could go to New York too if you wanted."

"I like being in college," Santana shrugged. "My schedule is crazy, but I love being a cheerleader and I like the idea that I'm never more than a few hours away from you guys."

Oliver picked one of Santana's bras out of the laundry basket. He looked at it in confusion before giggling and putting it on his head like a hat.

Santana's eyes went wide, and Jayden covered her mouth with her hand to hide her amused smile as Brittany took a picture.

"Ay, mijo," Santana sighed, shaking her head as she reached out to take the bra off of the boy's head.

"Mami!" Oliver whined, pouting as he reached grabby hands out to the lacy black bra.

"No," Santana said sternly, shaking her finger. "We don't play with Mami's boulder holders."

Jayden giggled quietly. Oliver hit the mattress of Santana's bed with a small fist, grunting in annoyance as he crossed his arms.

"Can't you do laundry at school?" Brittany asked.

"Mm-mm," Santana shook her head. "My first week there, I heard a rumor that all the water in Louisville is just purified runoff from the Kentucky Derby stables."

Jayden scrunched her nose in disgust and spit her sip of water back into the cup.

"Nasty," Brittany mumbled.

"But, more importantly, I promised myself that I would only do laundry at home. That way, no matter how busy I got, I'd be forced to come home every few weeks, and then I'd get to see you." Santana smiled and leaned in to kiss Brittany on the lips first and then Jayden. She picked up a shirt to fold, chucking a little when she spotted Oliver hiding in the basket. "Silly, Ollie, what are you doing?"

"Ide an' eek!" he giggled as he pulled one of his Mami's hoodies over his head.

Brittany yawned, and Santana frowned a little.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, sorry." Brittany waved her hand dismissively. "I was up late last night reading Desecration: Antichrist Takes the Throne. It's the 9th book of the Left Behind series of the apocalyptic Christian novels about the end of times and the rise of the Antichrist, whose name is Nicolae Carpathia or Barack Obama depending on who you ask."

"Are you reading them?" Santana asked Jayden, her brows pulling together when she slowly nodded. "Britt, Jay, those Left Behind books are really intense. What teacher is making you read those? And don't tell me that Mr. Schue is doing Christian music week."

"It's not a class," Jayden said. "It's an after school club that Sam and Joe and Kitty and Dottie Kazatori are in."

"You should come tomorrow," Brittany said.