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Post by santana on Aug 25, 2011 3:58:40 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] IF YOU DARE, I WILL ALWAYS BE THERE TAG: QUINN/ZOE LOCATION: AU The NOTES buahaha One year. It had been one year since the worst day of Santana Lopez's life. The day her world was crushed and everything was taken out from under her. A day that she will have to remember till the day she dies. A day she wanted to forget, or rewind so she could play super girl and stop the unthinkable that had happened. She could still remember the phone call so clearly in her head. The day was suppose to be perfect. She was going to have everything she ever wanted, but then God played a foul trick on Santana and took the only thing she ever loved most in the world. She was going to ask her. She was going to ask her to spend her life with her forever, and Santana would promise to love her and cherish her like no one ever could.
"OH MY GOD, QUINN! Look at this." she told her blonde friend grabbing her outside of a Los Angeles jewelry store and pulling her to the display window. "It's beautiful." she said in awe looking at the silver ring sitting in a box with a diamond cut on it. "Okay, sounding crazy right now I'm sure buuuuut. I should get it and ask her to marry me." she smiled and waited for Quinn's reaction. Of course she would probably thing she was crazy, after all this was Santana Lopez we were talking about. "It's crazy I know, but I mean we've practically been together since we were little, we became official in high school and we're sophomore's in college now. I mean I'm not gonna marry her right away, but I want her to know I WANT to be with her." she told her nodding her head. "Only, I'm gonna need your help.." she said pulling Quinn into the store with her.
They graduated McKinley high. They were accepted to college on cheer leading scholarships. They took Nationals their Freshman year upon arriving and now they were Sophomores. She loved this girl since she was four years old and they met on the playground. It took a while, but she finally came out and they had been together since senior year of high school now. She loved the girl with every fiber of her being. Everything was perfect. All she needed was a ring and the help from her best friend Quinn and all was going to be perfect.
"Come on Quinn, you have to help me! I have no idea how to be romantic. I want it to be....special. She deserves it." she told her friend. Santana and Quinn sent her to the store to grab some ice cream so they could quickly discuss a plan of how Santana could make the purposal special for the love of her life. "Do you think I should do like...the one knee thing or does that only work for guys? I'm still sort of lost on that one." she told her honestly. She had no idea was she was doing. This was something Santana Lopez would ever thought of doing, but something about seeing the ring changed her. She knew where she belonged. She knew who she belonged with and there was no changing that. "Okay so now we just wait for her to come back. This is gonna be perfect! Thanks Quinn, I really owe you one." she smiled and hugged her friend. |
[/i] Only she never got too. Santana never got down on one knee or anything of any type of purposal. That was when the phone call came in that would shatter this poor Latina's heart. The phone call that ruined everything. Her soulmate, the love of her life, was gone. Brittany Pierce died the night Santana wanted to ask the bubbly blonde to be her wife. One year today. It was not a day Santana was ready for. She had tried being strong after the death of her love. Her heart torn into a million pieces. She missed her. There was no words to describe what she was feeling, but the coach was getting on her last nerve. "Lopez, you got a stick up your ass today, you need to nail that move if we expect too win."[/i] the coach yelled at her. "It would help if we actually had a routine that wasn't a complete douche scene because seriously, this whole thing is pathetic." she snapped back to the coach. "What did you say Santana?"[/i] the coach asked walking up to her. "You heard me. I mean look around, everyone knows this routine is something from the late sixties. Did grandma give you coaching advice for this one? You might want to re-check your working references, cause they're out of date." Santana told her. [/div] [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by LUCY QUINN FABRAY on Aug 25, 2011 9:54:11 GMT -5
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she's trouble in a tanktop rretty little time bomb, blowin' up. yake you down, living in the radio. lost in the stereo's sound. she's dancing alone, i'm ready to go but she's so lost in stereo, lost in stereo. she's out of control, so beautiful in stereo, lost in stereo. ---------------------  Quinn knew that today would be hard for Santana; she knew that she’d have to be there for her friend like she had at the time of the accident. It’d been hard on her as well, but she’d pushed her own sadness away so that she could help her brunette friend get through the pain. After all, what are the chances of someone dying the same night you were going to ask them to marry you? Obviously, not that high but it had still happened. Santana had worked her butt off trying to make sure that, that night would be perfect and romantic. She’d literally never left Quinn alone, because she was always needing help and advice. Then, one phone call had ruined everything. So, she couldn’t help but feel sorry for her friend, especially today with it being one year since Brittany’s death.
The blonde had come to college today prepared, ready for Santana to break down and cry on her shoulder. Although, she knew that the brunette would probably wait until school was over to cry, because they still had reputations to uphold. Sure, they’d graduated from McKinley and moved onto college with Cheer leading Scholarships, but one thing that automatically occurred to the blonde was that college wasn’t that much different to high school. It was virtually exactly the same, if she was honest. Everybody had reputations, there was still a very strict social ladder and only the best could climb it. That was the only difference, it was harder to climb then it had been at McKinley. Although, after winning Nationals as Freshman it had been a quick rise to the penthouse. So, now it was like they were walking on a very busy highway again, they made wrong one move and bam.
Today was different though, everybody knew what had happened to Brittany and how it had affected Santana. So, nobody would judge her on how she acted, but Quinn knew that Santan was the strong type and would hold off the waterworks anyway. Through the first part of the day, Q thought that maybe Santana had forgotten what today was, because she hadn’t said a word about it or acted any different to what she was usually like. That was until they were at cheer practice and the brunette began mouthing off at the coach about the routine they were doing. A few things became very clear to the blonde in that moment, mainly the fact that Santana was obviously replacing her sadness with anger like usual. So, Quinn decided to help her friend, after all the last thing she wanted was Santana to be kicked off the team as well.
The blonde moved from her position on the field and ran over to where Santana and the coach were having a ‘hostile’ conversation. “Ermm... Coach I think Santana’s a bit dehydrated, I’ll take her to the locker rooms and find her something to drink.” She lied, smiling. The coach looked at Q, before nodding once and going back to the other girls. Then, she grabbed her friend’s wrist and pulled her across the field and into the girls’ locker room. Quinn closed the door behind them, knowing that they had quite a bit of time because cheer practice was less than halfway through. “Santana,” She muttered, turning back to her friend and hugging her. As she let go, the blonde went to sit on the benches. “You shouldn’t be replacing your sadness with anger, Brittany wouldn’t want that.” She commented, hoping that she could make Santana feel better by first trying to get the brunette to open up. 605, complete, santana/criss, au |
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Post by santana on Aug 27, 2011 17:47:45 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] IF YOU DARE, I WILL ALWAYS BE THERE TAG: QUINN/ZOE LOCATION: AU The NOTES buahaha Santana was not looking forward to this day. Who did? Who honestly sat there and wanted to look forward to the day your loved one died? If they did, they were just fucking sick. Santana was not in the mood to be fucked with today. The coach was on her about sticking a move when in reality the whole damn routine sucked. Sue Sylvester may have been crazy, but at least she knew routines. Sure, okay so they won Nationals here, but this year was really starting to suck. The routines, the classes, and most importantly. A year without Brittany.
Before she knew it, Quinn was by her side telling the coach she was not herself. Quinn had been a good friend to Santana. She was always glad they got over all their bullshit in high school by senior year so that they could be the friends they were always meant to be. Honestly, Santana loved Quinn for being there. She normally kept the Latina out of trouble along with Brittany, but now Quinn was doing it on her own. They headed towards the locker rooms and she was hugged by the blonde. Santana knew what she was fixing to say, and she did not want to hear it. She didn't want to think it. If she accepted it then it meant Brittany was gone forever, and never coming back. She wasn't ready to accept that. Even if it was true.
"Don't say it. Don't say her name." she told Quinn sadly. She did have a lot of anger built up inside of her. Mostly at herself for being the one sending Brittany out for the ice cream so she could talk to Quinn about help on the purposal. She felt sad, mad, and guilty all in one. That was not a good combination when it came to Santana Lopez. She turned and opened her locker taking off her uniform and putting it inside. "You can totally back me that the routine did suck. I mean, we've done a lot better things." she told the blonde.
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Post by LUCY QUINN FABRAY on Aug 30, 2011 11:17:42 GMT -5
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she's trouble in a tanktop rretty little time bomb, blowin' up. yake you down, living in the radio. lost in the stereo's sound. she's dancing alone, i'm ready to go but she's so lost in stereo, lost in stereo. she's out of control, so beautiful in stereo, lost in stereo. --------------------- Quinn felt so bad for Santana, for everything she’d been through. She knew that it took a lot for the brunette to open herself up to a person as much as she had to Brittany and then, just to have her wiped away in an instant. It was terrible, especially to someone as sweet and innocent as poor Britt. So, she had tried to support Santana or at least give her some comfort over the past year. The blonde didn’t want to let her friend suffer or wallow in her own self pity over what happened with no guidance or help from anybody else. Quinn had been there for her, hoping that the support she was giving her friend made a difference. It was so hard for her, she could tell and she didn’t want Santana to think she was alone, because she wasn’t.
The blonde wasn’t surprised at all when her friend told her not to say Brittany’s name, because she knew that Santana’s way of dealing with pain and sadness was to let it turn into anger. So, she’d gotten used to the outbursts that happened whenever something reminded her of Britt. Quinn knew that it would get better for the brunette, she just had to give it some time but she also knew that Santan wasn’t the patient type of person at all. Although, she did know that eventually she would come to accept the fact that it would all work out for the better and Brittany would never be gone or forgotten, because she was a part of everybody she’d ever met. She’d touched so many people and made so many people smile, that everybody who ever knew her would never forget her. So, she’d never be gone but she wasn’t here anymore and as bad as it sounded, Santana needed to accept that.
Although, she didn’t want to force anything on the brunette because it had been an extremely rough year. Then, when Santana said about the routine she couldn’t stop a slight smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Yeah, it did kind of suck.” She muttered, the smile just managing to emerge onto the blonde’s face. “Too bad Sue isn’t the coach of this squad as well.” Quinn joked, but didn’t laugh at all. She knew that this definitely wasn’t the appropriate time to be laughing and joking with each other.
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