showstopper (santana x reader)

biology

a.n: no. i'm not dead. after a very, very long time, i've finally updated this fic. this is a bit shorter than usual. i've been busy writing some other things lately, but i'll try to visit this one more often.

enjoy x

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When I woke up that morning, it felt like I was next to a whole new Santana.

"Thanks for letting me sleep at yours," I mumbled, too nervous for eye contact "I appreciate it,"

"Don't worry about it. This time of year my room gets cold, so I could've done with something to warm it up. Brittany wasn't free tonight so you were the next best thing."

I let out a small scoff. Never mind, the old Santana was still there.

"You sleep in the same bed as Brittany a lot of the time then, huh?"

"What about it?"

"I'm just saying... you two are a good pair."

I turned around to face her and folded my arms. She was sat on her bed, looking up at me with a pissed expression.

"Whatever you're fucking implying, it's wrong."

"Implying what? I don't have anything to imply. You kinda made everything obvious."

"Obvious? What did I make obvious?" she replied, a hint of defensiveness in her voice.

"Y'know... that whole thing with you being mad at me because of me tutoring Britanny."

"Okay, I wasn't mad at you."

"Then who were you mad at? Britanny?"

"Why are you still in my house?" she said, quickly changing the subject.

"Ah, averting confrontation I see," I smirked as she started shoving me out of her room.

"You're in Lima Heights Adjacent now- don't make me beat your ass in my home turf."

"Oh yeah? And what if I fight back?"

"Shut up," she said, holding in a laugh and shooing me off. "Now go! And be quiet!"

I put up my hands and snuck back out of her house. By the time I got home, my mom was meant to be coming back in from work- five minutes, exactly. After quickly getting the spare keys from underneath a garden gnome, rushing upstairs and flopping back onto my bed, I beat her. I guess she was feeling a bit bad for me, because she didn't ignore me like she usually did when we fought.

"Y/N, can I come in?" she said, tapping on my door.

"Yeah. Sure."

The door creaked open.

"Look. I'm sorry, okay? Shit hit the fan yesterday and..."

She paused, rubbing her fingers against her forehead.

"I didn't mean everything I said." she confessed.

I bit my tongue. Whether it was a lie or not, I didn't appreciate half-assed apologies.

"Right now, I'm being the bigger person and deciding to put this all behind us," she carried on. "Let's just pretend it never happened."

I blankly stared back at her. I wonder if she knew whether I felt slightly scared of her.

"What? Are you just gonna give me that look?"

"Can I get a new iPod?"

"What?" she frowned.