If the apocalypse comes, beep me.

Oh yeah those. I…I burned my hand…that’s about it.

Play with fire and you're gonna get burned... Been practicing?

Has someone put a sleep curse on the town or something?

I've been buried under homework, getting a new routine in order and not to mention my moonlighting activities.

I don't understand.

Hm. Santana was in a delightfully irritable mood - poor barista man. He was kinda cute too, in a generic way.

"Whatever" she rolled her eyes at the boys comments about all the tv shows, it was true they seemed to watch so much tv when alone together. Part research, part procrastination... also her cable package was pretty good.

“Hm.” Dave hummed, going with it since it was true. He’d been working out, sporadically, recently but he was still a ‘bear cub’ as Seb used to call him. And Santana wasn’t actively a bitch, at least not to him anyway, so he let it go.

Leaning against the counter she waited for the barista man to make their coffees, occasionally looking over her shoulder to make sure it was at least being done correctly; she'd be surprised if the douche even heard her correctly. She was a bit irritable  even she could tell she was being irrational at times and she was pretty close to it now.

Dave rolled his eyes, taking his penultimate bite from his brunch - where did Santana come up with these nicknames? Then he stopped at her side and spun, since they were both going back into the mall. “Man cushion - where’d that come from?” He asked, before depositing the last of his brunch in his face.

"You're a man... and you're kind of squishy; like in an okay way." She shrugged falling in step beside him as they walked into the mall. The names just spawned in her head and made her greetings a lot less beige... what was she going to revert to bud, babe... or god help her his actual name. 

Sunday boredom || Open/Santana?

Crawling out of her bed she stumbled from her room rubbing her eyes before stretch dramatically; feeling a few of her bones shift and hearing a satisfying crack she made her way down to the kitchen to get breakfast. As she walked inside she noticed the piece of white paper sitting on the counter with a quick scrawl across it. Dave had went to the mall... when the hell did he leave, it was a Sunday why get up on a Sunday by choice. Sometimes when her parents were home she'd be made to go to church but they'd left again the other day, barely even taking the time to ask if Santana was feeling better. Marley has actually managed to tell them she was sick.

Yeah, but without the gigantic hearts filling garbage cans and discount chocolate you could miss it.