Santana Diabla Lopez

you’re standing at your locker, after classes just got released, collecting your books for your study session with santana. this had become a regular occurrence for the two of you. you closed your locker and saw the familiar face of santana looking back at you. your stomach involuntarily fluttered. “hey hot stuff,” she joked, “ready to study?” she asked, grabbing your hand and leading you off to the empty choir room. “no.” you reply. “too bad.” a small smile played at her lips as she sat down.

Santana is talking to because she secretly likes you but she is still in the closet