Where’s everyone been?

usc-sebastian:

College has the best drama. Better than high school.

You never told me you were a 16 year old girl.

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Where’s everyone been?

usc-sebastian:

There’s no fun without some type of drama. But then I remember that you’re all boring.

I wasn’t aware we were still in highschool, Sebastian.

posted: 7 months ago
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School has been kicking my ass.

I have three big exams coming up in English, Acting for the Camera and Acting I, and I’ve been doing nothing but studying. Not to mention I have to perfect this song for Individual Voice that is in a complete different range of what I usually sing. So needless to say, I’m hating my life at the moment. I’m so exhausted.

I Miss Lima | Sam & Santana

sammyiamm:

Sam’s eyes were fixed on the carpet, the couch, his drink, anywhere but Santana’s face as she explained what exactly had been going on. He didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t. If what she was saying was true, it would mean that Emily had let him go on a lie, sent him through this ridiculous turmoil for nothing and not even spoken to him about it. Not even given him a say in any of it. ‘That just… It doesn’t make sense, why would I want freedom?!’ he blurted out, trying to reason with the information his best friend was giving him. ‘No, this ain’t right, San. It really can’t be.’ He straightened up from his slouched position, running his hand through his hair yet again leaving it in a shaggy mess, his brain in overdrive as it raced through everything he remembered from that conversation. ‘Don’t say that stuff about Peyton,’ he tacked on in a non-committal tone, his thoughts still full of the brand new revelations though still aware of the insult Santana had thrown at his red headed friend. He felt the need to defend her, knowing that she didn’t have a lot of people stepping up often.

Sighing, Sam finally looked up from his glued spot on the floor and at Santana, his facial expression exasperated and lost. ‘Just. Tell me about what’s going on with you. And Rachel. And Hunter. I can’t talk about all this anymore, it’s making my head ache.’

Santana knew in the back of her mind Sam was going to react in this way, and yet when he did, she was still in shock somewhat and didn’t really know what to do. She tried reasoning with him. “Sam, I wouldn’t lie to you and she wouldn’t lie to me. She didn’t want you to come to school being tied down; she wanted you to have the full college experience and experience it herself,” the Latina was speaking slowly, so she could get the words out correctly and not make him even more upset than he already clearly was. “But she regrets it, Sammy. I know she does. You can see it in her eyes and on her face. She misses you and loves you.” Santana knew that she was saying too much even though she promised, but she was sticking to her guns with the thought that Sam needed to know this. Deciding to let it go, she rolled her eyes at his response to the Peyton comment and waited for Sam to say something else about Emily.

But then he changed the subject completely. Santana furrowed her brow at him not wanting to talk about it anymore; it was obvious that he was still thinking about it, and he’d continue to think about it. “Um, okay…” she said, not taking her eyes off his face to try to get a sign of what he was feeling and thinking, though his expression was blank. “Well, I just had my second gig, I don’t know if you got to make it, but um,” Santana wasn’t sure what she was supposed to say, she didn’t want to talk about herself really, which was rare, but when Sammy felt that way, she didn’t want him to just worry the entire time he was there. “I’m sorry Sammy. I thought it was a good idea to tell you. I didn’t want to upset you, or whatever you are right now.”

posted: 7 months ago
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Text || Santana

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I Miss Lima | Sam & Santana

sammyiamm:

‘I guess I must’ve,’ Sam replied, knowing he sounded naive and childish but truely believing that the group was going to stay at least a little close. ‘Yeah. At least I still talk to some of everyone. There’s that.’ He trailed of wistfully, aware of the patheticness but not really caring. It was Santana, he was pretty sure she’d see it all from him before. Tomorrow, he would suck in up and be regular ol’ happy Sam but today he was going to wallow with cold, milkshakey alcohol that was delicious but kept burning his throat on every aftertaste.

As Emily came up again, he gulped subconciously, trying not to look too interested as Santana spoke but still wanting to know the information all the same. Him and Emily had gone from 100 percent to nothing at all in the space of a couple months and so any little tit bits of how she was feeling nowadays were enough to get him interested. Well, not stalker interested. Just curious. He nodded at the first mention of her coming over and nodded again as the second get together, more curiosity in the second as she hadn’t mentioned any of that before. He would’ve figured she’d at lest let him know. ‘You did?’ he asked at her mention of them talking about him, trying to sound nonchalant and cool, though that demeanour being very quickly dropped as she went on. His eyes widened at the news, unsure of how to take any of it. ‘She does? Wait, she told me she’d stopped loving me way back in Lima? Why the sudden turnaround?’ He shook his head, slumping back from his straightened and excitable position. ‘I don’t buy it. You cant just chop and change feelings like that. She probably just didn’t want to bad mouth me in front of you.’

Santana licked her lips and took a deep breath before telling Sam about that night. Yeah, she promised Emily she wouldn’t tell him, but she’d thank her later for this. And Sam had a right to know. “Sammy, she never stopped loving you,” the Latina tried to word this entire thing so the blonde in front of her wouldn’t freak out or get upset, but so he’d believe her and not be stubborn like usual. “You really need to talk to her about this, I shouldn’t even be telling you. But for one, I loved you two together and two, I don’t want you to get with that cunt Peyton. It’s bad enough I’ve got her dog in my house.” 

Setting down her mudslide, she sighed heavily before continuing, knowing that she was going to get flack from someone or saying this. “Look, she said those things to give you freedom. She didn’t want you to be tied down when you came out here, and I don’t blame her. I thought about doing the same thing to Hunter, but I’m too much of a selfish bitch to let him even think about getting with someone else. But that’s beside the point,” Santana said, waving her hand in front of her, realizing she was getting off subject. “You need to talk to her. Work this out. Tell her how you feel, because she feels the same way.”

posted: 7 months ago
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Text || Santana

posted: 7 months ago
with: 9 notes

Text || Santana

posted: 7 months ago
with: 9 notes