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The last thing Hanna had expected during her stay in Rosewood was another murder. She had spent her time in Rosewood focused on telling the people who mattered about her and Emily, as well as standing up in court and telling the judge that whilst she was no longer scared of Charlotte, she didn’t think she should be released. She felt like going back and saying I told you so, but she doubted that would change anything. 

She and Caleb had spoken and he had understood, he wanted to be friends, he was happy for her and Emily although he had never seen it coming. She knew Emily had things she had to sort out and they, along with Spencer and Aria, had spent another night at the Radley drowning their sorrows and partying. Only to wake up to the news Charlotte was dead. Everything after that seemed to happen in a flash, the funeral came and went and then, just as she was about to pack up and leave, her plan to ask Emily to be her girlfriend tainted by the fact Charlotte had jumped from a church window; they were told they were suspects in a murder case. 

Hanna wanted to scream the moment those words had been put out there, even if she was found innocent (which she was, but who knew if Rosewood PD would see the same), it was the kind of thing that could taint her career in the police forever. She sighed, shaking herself from her thoughts as she moved to lay on the couch, resting her head in Emily’s lap as she frowned, “This is more than I expected to have to handle in this place. I just want to go home.”

Brittany had been studying extra hard lately, that much was true. But not so much that she thought that she could have deserved a grade as high as an A, which was why when Santana placed the graded homework paper on her table, she was both shocked, and full of suspicion. She knew that her teacher had feelings for her, but would those feelings make her lie on her paper? Make her grade it as an A, when in reality it was only worth a C? There was only one way to find out, so after class ended, Brittany stayed behind, her eyes repeatedly glancing over the graded paper. It couldn’t be real. She’d never gotten an A in her life, except for a couple of times in math class.

“Um, can I talk to you?” the blonde asked, getting up from her desk and walking over towards the classroom door, closing it as she turned to look at the Latina. “Why did you give me an A? You and I both know that you like me, and if that’s the reason you did it, then I don’t want it. I want to earn my grades honestly, not through having a relationship with my teacher. So, I guess you can grade it properly now.” Brittany tried not to sound annoyed as she put the paper down on Santana’s desk, looking down at the floor and scuffing the sole of her beaten up Converse against it.

Fifteen days. She and Dani had been in a relationship for fifteen days and they were already turning out to be some of the greatest days of her life. Of course she'd known Dani since early September and they'd been fast friends but being in an actual relationship with Dani was just something else. The sex was wild and passionate and they often collapsed completely spent into each other's arms at the end of the night. The guy in the room next door had moved out for the holidays despite the fact they still had school until the nineteenth and it made Santana laugh every time she thought about it. He probably did get the worst of Dani’s noise but there was absolutely no way Santana would be telling her lover to be quiet. Santana’s thrived off the way she could make Dani sound and no slightly irritated young college student in the other room was going to take that away from her. However on the other side of this wonderful, blissful early relationship was the side they were finding hardest: the school work side. Yes they lived together and yes school was coming to an end but there were deadlines to meet and Dani often reminded her that time was running out for certain assignments. It didn’t help that Santana wasn’t particularly good at leaving Dani alone. She knew they had to knuckle down in to their studies but the woman was so alluring and Santana craved her. She tried to be good though and she made the most of the moments when it was just them without any complication of schoolwork. She was still surprised that she’d even managed to get Dani out tonight, even if it had just taken a few kisses to the side of her neck and her puppy dog eyes. She couldn’t have missed the New York christmas markets though and even though she’d been before, her girlfriend hadn’t. She wanted to make sure she got the whole experience and seeing as it was a weekend it would be thriving with the most people. “It’s beautiful because there’s all these stalls with these little wooden trinkets and there’s mulled wine and such good food,” Santana hummed as she wrapped her gloved hand further inside Dani’s and leant down to kiss her rosy cheeks. “And because you’re spending your first year at Rachel and Kurt’s house you have to pick out a christmas decoration. It can be anything you like. We all do it the first time we spend christmas in the flat,” She told her before moving the arm up and around her shoulders. “And of course if you want anything just tell me,”

Brittany sat perched on her bar stool as she waited for Santana to finally arrive at the club. She was already an hour late, not that the blonde was surprised by that. The Latina always tended to run late for their dates when they were together in high school. Always giving Sam the same excuse of 'it takes time to look this beautiful.' 

"Two shots of tequila, please," Brittany told the bartender, hoping that Santana would be there by the time they were done, so that they could down them together. She had other friends there to celebrate, but she was just really excited about spending the night with her ex, which she knew was kinda weird, but hey. The heart wants what the heart wants.

Santana had been told she was lucky over and over again while she'd been in that hospital bed. Her mother had arrived in tears and not let her go for about half an hour, muttering in Spanish about how much she cared about her while her father stood back and gave her a smile she couldn't quite decipher. She'd started crying again when her mother had continued to tell her how important and special she was but Santana had been quick to insist she was fine, it was her abuela who needed their support right now. The looks of their faces had been roaring with pride that even after after all the vicious things her grandparent had said she had never turned her back.  Dealing with the friend had been almost tiresome for Santana and after they'd had their fuss and paid their words of support she had done her best to dismiss them. The only friend she had needed there was Rachel. The same Rachel who was currently helping her climb the stairs to their apartment. That fucking lift. Santana had been kept in hospital the night after her admission as well, just so the medical staff could confirm that her organs were not damaged. Something she should be very thankful for her luck about. "Rach, I'm not disabled!" Santana snapped as she finally reached the landing. She may have been discharged but she could still feel the weight on her body. The alcohol had left her system but the marks of the night hadn't. The cut through her brow was healing fast but the bruising still covered most of the side of her face. "Just open the g-damn door so I can burn these clothes," 

Who: Faye Weston & Sarah Fabray

When: March, 5th, afternoon

Where: 001.

What: Sarah meets up with Faye for a makeout session in the hidden places of the club.

[Sarah grinned as she leaned against the bar in 001, taking in her surroundings. She didn't usually go in that part of the club, but she had to admit that it looked pretty great, like the rest. But that wasn't the point. One of the new girls, Faye, had been looking to know the places to have some fun inside the club, and someone to have fun with. And Sarah was always up for some fun with people, especially ones as gorgeous as the ones who worked at ITM. Running her fingers through her hair, she waited for the brunette to arrive, smiling as she saw her enter the room.]

Well, hi there.