Julia sat in front of Santana who leaned on the headboard of her bed. Santana tied Julia's hair up into a ponytail before tightening it. Once Santana was finished fixing her best friend's hair, Julia leaned backward into Santana's arms.
Julia put her long legs out and sighed, the back of her head resting on Santana's chest, as she sighed.
"What?" Santana asked, knowing her best friend had something on her mind, but not knowing exactly what it was.
Santana wrapped her arms around Julia's torso, looking down at the girl resting on her chest and feeling content with everything in that moment.
"I don't know I..." Julia trailed off.
You're gonna fucking grow a pair and do this right now.
She thought before taking a deep breath.
"I need to talk to you about something. I really like making out with you," Julia simply said, looking up at Santana from the corner of her eye.
Santana smiled at the sound of Julia's voice saying those particular words. Though she couldn't help but wonder what else Julia wanted to talk to her about.
"I like making out with you too," Santana said, way more meaningfully that Julia thought she would, giving the green-eyed girl a boost of confidence.
"But...what's with us?" Julia asked, refusing to look at Santana out of fear, but looking at the two pairs of feet at the edge of the bed.
"What do you mean?" Santana looked down at her best friend.
"I mean...why?" Julia asked.
"Why?" Santana repeated in confusion.
"Why? Why are we doing this? Like...what's this relationship between us because I'm confused," Julia pouted, still keeping her eyes on her and Santana's feet.
But she wasn't necessarily confused about her own feelings, more so Santana's.
"Look, I don't like to put labels on things...unless it's something I shoplift," Santana added which caused Julia to slightly smile, in turn causing Santana to smile. "And to be completely honest, I don't really know what we are."
Santana leaned down to rest her chin on Julia's shoulder, the touch somewhat comforting Julia even if it wasn't that significant.
There were a couple moments of comfortable silence.
"I think we should talk to someone," Julia courageously said, not sure how Santana would take the statement.
"What?" Santana whispered, her mouth just inches from Julia's ear.
"I don't know, see someone...like an adult," Julia said, a little ashamed of herself and showing her soft side, even if she had done it many times before, this time was different.
"I..." Santana trailed off, not really knowing how to respond. "But even if we did, who would we tell? I doubt Mr. Schue would do us any good," Santana said as Julia sighed.
"I mean...I guess Ms. Holliday's in town for this week, right?" Julia nervously asked.
"Yeah, I guess," Santana replied, thinking about the options in front of her. "But I don't know..."
"Santana," Julia started, getting up from her spot lying on Santana.
Santana's released the girl out of her grasp as Julia flipped over and began to straddle her best friend. Julia grabbed Santana by the shirt, leaning in just a little bit.
"There's something here," Julia said, her free hand finding one of Santana's hands which rested on the bed.
Julia grabbed Santana's hand and laced their fingers, their hands locking like perfect puzzle pieces. Each girl felt butterflies at the simple contact as they didn't break eye contact.
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Freckles ➳ Santana Lopez (re-writing)
Fanfiction"I want to be with you. And not just as friends." *** Julia Mendoza appeared to have the world at her feet. She was your cliche, mean, popular cheerleader with a whole lot of sass, completing the Fearsome Foursome which ruled McKinley High and con...
