Random one-Shots

Tomboy

"Listen He-a, I've seen-"

"It's Gia, Santana." She flicked her chestnut hair out of her eyes, as she glared at the Cheerio.

"Whatever, I've seen the way you look at my best friend. And if you want to ever have the slightest bit of a chance with her, you're gonna need a ridiculous makeover."

"I like myself just the way I am, Santana, and if you don't like it," Gia shrugged, "life's a bitch, then ya die. So get over yourself. Also, I don't know what you're talking about." She glared once more with her dark eyes, then turned away, and stalked towards her next class.

"Hey! You don't get to walk away from me. Britt and I, we are going to fix you, then you're gonna get with Quinn, and you're going to make spectacular lady-love." Santana caught up to the tall girl, who passingly high fived one of the football players.

"Thanks, but," she turned to Santana, briefly giving her a charming smile, "actually, fuck you, I don't need a fucking makeover. Bye." She waved, rolled her eyes, and caught up to her football friend.

Santana pursed her lips. "Oh, He-a, She-a, Gia, I don't care what your name is, Britt and I ship the two of you, and there's no chance we're letting this ship sink." She muttered as she turned into the glee classroom, sitting next to Britt, and locking their pinkies together.

"I'm going to need your help convincing her, Britt."

"Why, she dresses like a boy, she should want our help." The blonde cocked her head to the side.

"Well, it's gonna take a little more than that." Santana grinned at her best friend, oh, they were so going to fix that little tomboy.

~

Then somehow, the two convinced Gia to join Glee club, and besides puck trying to bed her, nothing too exciting happened there.

But Brittany and Santana did get to fangirl over Quinn and Gia being the cutest and awkwardest thing ever.

~

Brittany ran up to Gia, who was about to leave in her truck out of the parking lot,  Santana following slowly at a walk.

"Please let us help you, we understand that you think you're a boy, but we can make you realize that you'd make a great girl!" Britany smiled at Gia's sneakers, not lifting her head.

"But-"

"Please!" Brittany practically yelled.

"Ugh, fine!" She grumbled. "What are you guys thinking?"

"Oh, there's a lot to be done." Santana smirked and dragged her to her own car.

"By the way, I don't think I'm a boy, I just like being like one, but I know I'm a girl and I don't not want to be a girl."

"Whatever, to the mall!" Santana started her ignition and drove off.

~

"If your gonna have a boy's haircut, at least make it a sexy one!" Santana stood next to her salon chair, tapping away on her phone.

There was someone cutting her hair and styling and spraying and there was so much happening.

All Gia could think, was that she'd never do her hair like this ever again, it clearly took way to much work.

Eventually, her short hair was styled up and curled up, and she had a few highlights.

"God, you look like Smythe with that hair-due." Santana grimaced. "But I mean, I'd fuck you, let's go put some makeup on, but first, we're gonna get you a few outfits."

Then the couple proceeded to drag the tomboy throughout the entire mall, from store to store.

When Santana drove her back to her own place, she had a few new outfits, one of which she was wearing.

A red and black flannel wrapped around her waist, with Hugh waisted light wash jeans, almost the entire leg was ripped, and the bottoms were cuffed, and new black vans, high tops of course. She had a black t-shirt, with a pocket over her chest, and the slightly long sleeves were also rolled. Her hair was still up, now Santana was just planning on adding a bit of makeup.

"I grabbed some while you were getting your hair done."
She said as she dabbed foundation onto her skin. Once she was done, she started on trimming her brows- which were a mess, Santana told her so, not being a ray of sunshine either.

She rolled her eyes, at least she could finally get it over with, Santana and Brittany had been bugging her to do this for the past month. Finally, she could just get it over with, and never have to worry about it again, although, Santana's
Soft hands gliding over her face as she made her pretty didn't feel too bad, not that she planned on ever letting this happen again.

That was until she looked in the mirror and saw someone pretty.

She had never seen herself as pretty before, maybe handsome, or ugly, but never feminine or pretty. She was actually surprised that she kind of liked it. Maybe she would never feel this way again, but in the moment, she felt good. Maybe Quinn would notice her now that she was pretty.

She slightly smiled at her reflection, before Santana rushed
her out the door, and into her car.

"Where are we going?"

"On a date. With Quinny-boo-boo." She met Santana's eyes through her rear view mirror and glared.

"What?" She asked in a deep calm voice.

" you two are going to watch a movie." Santana laughed,
almost cruelly.

Gia felt her face scrunch with worry.

~

The movie went surprisingly well.

At some point, Quinn had shivered, and Gia took her flannel from around her waist, and wrapped it around her shoulders, along with her own arm.

But at the end, Quinn uttered these words that almost gave Gia an anxiety attack.

"What did you change today?" Quinn met her eyes, and she couldn't bear to lie to her.

"Well, your friends dragged me out to give me a makeover? Do you like it?" She didn't know if she wanted no or yes for an answer.

"No, I liked you the way you were."
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