“So. You. Me. Breadstix. Friday night?”
“Uh…yes!”
“Good. And you might want to wipe my lipstick off before class.”
For Shaina
;D
I’m as trite and as gay as a daisy in May,
A cliché comin’ true!
I’m bromidic and bright
As a moon-happy night
Pourin’ light on the dew!
Filed under: things that happen when South Pacific comes on shuffle
“Wake me up if I fall asleep, okay B? I really want to see this movie.”
20 minutes later Santana is passed out, hand tangled in Brittany’s hair. Even though she knows she’s supposed to, Brittany can’t bring herself to wake Santana up.
She just looks so peaceful when she’s sleeping, all of the worries and pain that fill her face during the day gone; no need for the sharp mask. Brittany wishes she could make life this peaceful for Santana, make the whole world this peaceful.
But for now, she’ll let her escape the harsh world for a while. They can always watch the movie another day.
And I wish you all the love in the world, but most of all I wish it from myself.
“Quinn, Quinn, Come quick!” He can barely contain his excitement as he hears his wife running through their apartment.
“What? What’s wrong?” She asks frantically as she enters their daughter’s bedroom.
“She stood up Quinn!” Sure he was holding her tiny hands but it still counts! His baby girl was standing!
“She did?” Quinn kneels on the floor beside him.
“Can you stand again for Mommy, Alice?” Puck encourages, holding her hand tightly. The little girl stumbles to her feet as her parents both cheer.
Quinn feels a tiny pang, as she does at each such milestone, that she never saw Beth’s first time standing, but its quickly replaced by joy as Alice lets out a tiny sound, that seems a lot like a giggle.
“Good job baby!” Quinn laughs, pulling her daughter towards her. “I’m so proud of you.”
Do you believe in magic?
For Aliera
I’m not sure I’m happy with how this combination turned out. I can post each one separately if anyone wants
Rachel smiled as she looked down at her sleeping girlfriend. She’d known Quinn was exhausted from her long week but she hadn’t thought she’d already be conked out by the time Rachel finished doing the dishes.
Rachel wondered if she should wake Quinn to take her to bed, that position couldn’t be very comfortable, but looking at Quinn’s peaceful face she decided to wait, the rest would be good for her and there was plenty of time to go to bed later.
For Lia
America will be for you
-Patron and Grace’s revolutionary war au
So I’ve wanted to use the flag for a graphic ever since I discovered it’s existence and well this gave me the perfect opportunity.
Sometimes I wish I could see into that mind of yours
So this is for Shaina because I’m bored and I’m pretty sure I owe her a graphic. Also I told her I wrote finchel and I’m too lazy to type it so I made this instead
every rose has its thorn
“Why did he pick today to wear that jersey?” Sam asked Puck frantically.
“I dunno dude. You’ll be fine, chill.” His friend replied absentmindedly, winking at Quinn across the choir room.
“But he looks…I’m gonna forget the words!” Puck sighed and turned to face the nervous blond.
“Evans. Calm the fuck down. You love him and he loves you and all that girly shit. You’re gonna sing, he’ll melt, you ask him to prom and he says yes. It’s all gonna work out dude.”
“All right guys!” Before Sam could reply, Mr. Schuester walked into the room. Puck gave him a shove as Schue continued.
“Um, Mr. Schue? Before we start the lesson could I, have a minute.”
“Okay…” Sam nodded at Puck and the rest of the guys who quietly started playing his intro.
As the song came to a close, Sam set his guitar down and reached for Kurt’s hands, pulling him to stand by the piano.
“Kurt…um, I really care about you a lot…and I’m scared of graduating cause you know we’re going to different schools next year and I’m afraid to lose you but I figure he have to enjoy the time left and uh…”
“Sam.” Kurt interrupted, eyes twinkling. “Just ask me already.” Sam swallowed nervously.
“Will you go to prom with me?”
He’s pretty as a picture
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood.
Miss ‘No way, it’s all good’, it didn’t slow me down.
Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated.
Look, I’m still around.
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood.
Miss ‘No way, it’s all good’, it didn’t slow me down.
Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated.
Look, I’m still around.
