Camila Cabello kind of has a thing for thick blonde girls with tight, fit bodies and long, luscious hair. Thick girls who love to sing and dance and who always, always have to be right, no matter what. Girls who win their first dance competition when they are three months old, who have two gay dads and threaten all who disagree with them with the ACLU.
Okay, so Camila really only has a thing for one specific girl. It's not even a thing, really. It's more of an obsession.
She only wants Dinah Jane Hansen. She wants her with a passion of which Liam Payne has never even heard of. A passion that is going to consume her whole being if she doesn't do something about it soon. The fact that Dinah and Liam are still conveniently broken up is just a bonus.
But Camila is all optimism. Why wouldn't Dinah want to be with her? Everybody wants her, she's Camila Cabello, head of the McKinley soccer team, for God's sake. She just needs to wait for the right time to pounce on the diva and make her hers.
The right moment doesn't show at a convenient time at all though. The right moment being rather non-existent and Camila fears that if she waits too long Dinah will stop sulking and start to actively pursue Liam again. And Camila can't let that happen. She has to take matters into her own hand.
If the stupid moment doesn't come to her, she will come to the stupid moment.
It's Tuesday, Glee practice is officially over and Camila is waiting at the front doors of the school to talk to the petite blonde before she has a chance to go home. She's managed to dodge Shawn in his attempts to make her his girlfriend for popularity reasons and also Liam, who was trying to talk her into a duet in Glee club she has no intention of doing.
Not with him anyway.
The moment Dinah left the building Camila was on her feet, though the deeply lost in thought diva didn't pay her any attention whatsoever. She must have been planning her newest attack to win Liam's heart back.
"Hey, Dinah. Wait up." For a girl her size, Dinah Jane Hansen was surprisingly fast.
The singer froze upon hearing Camila's voice.
"Yes, Camila? How may I help you?" There were a variety of ways in which Camila might have wanted Dinah to help her, but she managed to keep her mind out of the gutter for the most part to answer the all too innocent question.
"Just wondering if you, maybe, wanted to hang out today?" Dinah looked perplexed for the whole of a second before her face broke into an uncertain frown.
"Why would you want to hang out with me? Is this some kind of plan to get me to come to your house so you can humiliate me and my foolishness for actually trusting you, my tormenter all through Freshman year, after all you've done to me?" Camila opened her mouth to answer her but found herself silenced by the hurt stare directed at her. "If that is all you have to say to the matter. I will be on my way home now. See you tomorrow, Camila."
Camila could literally feel her chance slipping away from her and before she was able to do prevent herself from doing something stupid, she grabbed Dinah's biceps, turned the diva around to face her and brought her lips down for a hard, demanding, though passionate and loving kiss.
She took hold of the blonde's waist and brought her closer to herself, tilting her head to the side to kiss the singer at a better angle. She was delighted when she felt Dinah's lips move against her own, actually responding to her advances but more than anything she could feel herself get aroused at the way Dinah's formerly limp hands slipped into her hair, tugging her closer and it was more than a little challenging to stop herself from rubbing her privates against Dinah's body.
