LMAO at Brittany saying Santana's name while making out with Artie.
So maybe three days without Santana isn’t like anything. It’s just sad. - Aww :(
Quinn got up to get another soda and left this Quinn-sized space in between them. And it’s like, Quinn is pretty small, but that space was still too big. - Great line
Which is funny, because when they started kissing, having people watch was the whole point. Somewhere along the line it turned into something that was just theirs. - Dig that
“Because I’m the person you don’t talk to like that.” - Love that
“Yes, I do,” Santana says. She’s not even talking in her scary bitch voice. This is just her voice. It makes it so much worse. “Right now I do.” - Awww :(
“You said you were scared. I don’t want you to be scared because of me.” - *meep* Heartpoke
Brittany dials again. Santana picks up. Brittany can tell; she hears her breathing. / “You didn’t say bye,” Brittany says. / “Bye,” Santana says. / “Bye,” Brittany says. - That's adorable
This is her real choice. She wants a kickass fabulous life, but more than that she wants Santana there in it. Then even if it sucks it won’t be so bad. As long as they get back to each other. - Awwww
Brittany thinks about Santana, whose mom never gives good hugs. Who never really got any, until Brittany. She hopes Sam is a good hugger. Maybe she should give him lessons. - Jesus... :(
It drives her a good kind of crazy, or at least it used to be a good kind. Now that she doesn’t know if they’ll ever touch each other again it’s sort of like being tortured. - Dig that line
maybe if you made one of those pie charts showing who’s the better person, Artie would be most of the pie and Santana would be the tiny little sliver that a girl with an eating disorder allows herself when she’s out to dinner with friends and then pukes up as soon as she’s alone. - That's a neat little analogy
Brittany hates Spanish class but she loves listening to Santana speak it; the words come out so fast, like talking is as easy as thinking, or breathing. It’s a word avalanche, but a nice one. She wouldn’t mind being buried in it. She doesn’t think she’d freeze. - That's just neat.
“It’s not fair to him because I’m with you first,” Brittany finishes. “I realized. I didn’t know before. I can’t stay with him if …” / “If?” / “I don’t really know what to say. I’m tired of trying to figure out how to say stuff. I just love you.” / “Please don’t be fucking with me,” Santana says, with this watery laugh that’s the saddest, sweetest thing Brittany’s ever heard. / “I’m not,” Brittany says, “I’m so not,” and then there’s nothing in between them anymore. - Ugh, I want this so much on the show.
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Date: 2011-03-18 07:25 am (UTC)So maybe three days without Santana isn’t like anything. It’s just sad. - Aww :(
Quinn got up to get another soda and left this Quinn-sized space in between them. And it’s like, Quinn is pretty small, but that space was still too big. - Great line
Which is funny, because when they started kissing, having people watch was the whole point. Somewhere along the line it turned into something that was just theirs. - Dig that
“Because I’m the person you don’t talk to like that.” - Love that
“Yes, I do,” Santana says. She’s not even talking in her scary bitch voice. This is just her voice. It makes it so much worse. “Right now I do.” - Awww :(
“You said you were scared. I don’t want you to be scared because of me.” - *meep* Heartpoke
Brittany dials again. Santana picks up. Brittany can tell; she hears her breathing. / “You didn’t say bye,” Brittany says. / “Bye,” Santana says. / “Bye,” Brittany says. - That's adorable
This is her real choice. She wants a kickass fabulous life, but more than that she wants Santana there in it. Then even if it sucks it won’t be so bad. As long as they get back to each other. - Awwww
Brittany thinks about Santana, whose mom never gives good hugs. Who never really got any, until Brittany. She hopes Sam is a good hugger. Maybe she should give him lessons. - Jesus... :(
It drives her a good kind of crazy, or at least it used to be a good kind. Now that she doesn’t know if they’ll ever touch each other again it’s sort of like being tortured. - Dig that line
maybe if you made one of those pie charts showing who’s the better person, Artie would be most of the pie and Santana would be the tiny little sliver that a girl with an eating disorder allows herself when she’s out to dinner with friends and then pukes up as soon as she’s alone. - That's a neat little analogy
Brittany hates Spanish class but she loves listening to Santana speak it; the words come out so fast, like talking is as easy as thinking, or breathing. It’s a word avalanche, but a nice one. She wouldn’t mind being buried in it. She doesn’t think she’d freeze. - That's just neat.
“It’s not fair to him because I’m with you first,” Brittany finishes. “I realized. I didn’t know before. I can’t stay with him if …” / “If?” / “I don’t really know what to say. I’m tired of trying to figure out how to say stuff. I just love you.” / “Please don’t be fucking with me,” Santana says, with this watery laugh that’s the saddest, sweetest thing Brittany’s ever heard. / “I’m not,” Brittany says, “I’m so not,” and then there’s nothing in between them anymore. - Ugh, I want this so much on the show.
I love your Brittany voice. This was awesome.