Tattooed Heart (Santana Lopez x Reader)

3:17 - Dance With Somebody

Y/n's POV:

The sound of my fork scrapping against my plate yet again, draws my grandma's attention to me. With my focus being on the food that I've really just been picking over, I miss the way her eyebrow furrow and her head tilts.

"Sweetheart," she calls for my attention and I look up at her," what's wrong? You've been kind of mopey lately." Rounding the counter, she comes to sit beside me, giving me her undivided attention." You can talk to me."

I sigh, eyes dropping back down to my plate." I've been trying to avoid thinking too much about this being my senior year, ya know?" She nods in understanding." But lately, it's been hard to breeze by. With everyone talking about the colleges they've gotten into and their plans for the future, it just makes it all the more. . . daunting."

"In a month, we'll all be graduating and high school is over. Then, not but two months after that, we'll all be going off to pursue our own things and. . ." I nearly get choked up over the thought alone," everyone that I've come to see as a second family, everyone I care so much about will be hundreds of miles away. I mean, Quinn is going to Yale, Mercedes is going to LA, Santana isn't sure what she's doing but her most recent option sends her to Kentucky. I just- I wish I could turn back time just a little ya know."

Grams nods, her hand shifting up to rub my back." It's always hard to move on, to take on new adventures, and start over. It's even harder when doing so leads you away from the people you love," moving her hand up, she gently cups the back of my neck and leans her head down to meet my eyes." But, everything is going to work out exactly as it should, you hear?"

"Yes ma'am." I nod, giving a small smile as well.

While my concerns and fears aren't completely quelled, her words and comforting touch do make me feel better. At least for now.

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"Baby," I whine over exaggeratedly, leaning over and lying my head on Santana's lap," I need a kiss or I'll die."

She gives me a bored expression, looking down at me as her arms cross." How long can you go without it?"

"Five."

A frown forms on her face." Five what?"

"Four. Three. Two."

Her eyes roll and she leans down to press a chaste kiss on my lips in the same instance that Sam bursts into laughter from beside me, Brittany grinning in amusement from Santana's other side.

"I can't stand you," my girlfriend mumbles.

Winking I say," well it's a good thing you're sitting." With that, I give her another kiss then sit up since Mr. Schue is coming into the room.

It's only with his words as he walks in that I become aware of the fact thar Mercedes and Rachel had been arguing." Actually, Rachel, it was supposed to be Diana Ross. And Steve McQueen back in the 70s." He adds the last bit while walking over to the white board.

"Thank you, Mr. Schue." Mercedes looks pointedly at the girl she'd be arguing with.

Our teacher looks back at us." I've been doing some research to prepare for this week's lesson." After he speaks, he turns to the board and writes Whitney.

I sit up and smile instantly." Whitney?" I ask with excitement.

"Oh my god yes. It's about time we did a Whitney tribute." Rachel also expresses her excitement, a few others clapping.

It's Sam though who asks," are we sure that's appropriate?" Which earns him incredulous looks from me and Mercedes.

"You did not just ask that." Mercedes retorts from the first row and Sam clarifies by saying," I just mean, didn't Whitney, kind of have a lot of problems?"