Taylor Swift Imagines

You're In a College Marching Band

You two are go to college together at UMD, and she's your girlfriend and you're in marching band.

"One more rep, from the top of the show to movement 4," The band director said once again for the millionth time." It was pretty dark out and the mosquitos were wild, but still everyone hustled to the top of the show.

You stood on your dot next to your fellow trumpet friend, Blake. She emptied out her spit valve and everyone set for another run through. 

After a couple more reps, rehearsal was finally over, and you made your way over to Taylor who was sitting in her car in the parking lot waiting for you. You waved bye to your friends and hopped in the passenger seat.

"How was that Y/N?" Taylor smiled over in your direction.

You replied, "It was fine, long but fine." She nodded in understanding, even though she's only ever been in choir. "My feet hurt so bad right now, foot massage when we get home?"

"You got it babe." You two drove with the windows down and the cool air blowing in your faces. The radio was quiet, but the faint sounds of songs reached your ears. The car pulled into the driveway of your house that you two shared with two other roommates.

Taylor grabbed your trumpet case, and you slipped your tote bag over your shoulder. Walking into the house you saw Grey's Anatomy playing on mute on the TV. Your girlfriend handed you a dish of leftover Chinese food from earlier. You flopped onto the couch and Taylor sat next to you.

"Man, I was not hitting my high notes tonight," you said while eating.

Taylor had her eyes glued to the TV as she replied, "I'm sure you did just fine, and it's fine if sometimes you're off."

"This point in the season is always so hard."

She rubbed your knee, "You are trying your best, and I know that you are doing spectacular, you always are."

 You took a bite of your egg roll and looked over at the TV and you knew exactly what episode it was, Season 3 Episode 25, which as sad as it is you were glad that Burke and Christina didn't end up together. 

 "Tay, when are we finally going to get a cat?" 

She smirked, "Once we are a little bit less in debt, we'll get four cats that will definitely be spoiled." 

The thought made you happy, you love cats so much. You rested your head on her shoulder and you guys watched TV until you fell asleep on Taylor.

She carried you into bed, and even though you were sweaty and gross she put you under the covers.