“Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just—”
They’re not supposed to be out here this late -- if Professor Saltzman knew that she had coerced his daughter (though she wouldn’t really call it coercing in the first place) into spending time alone with her in the middle of the night, not only would she have to face the consequences of her reckless behavior, but she would be in for an equally obnoxious lecture about responsibility. Santana is far too engrossed in her conversation with Josie to care about it anyway, defying everyone’s unfair assumptions about her. About how much of a horrible person she was, selfish, self-centered, egotistical, but she finds it hard to mirror that image in front of Josie.
She sits there with her arm bumping against her’s, with a blanket she’d brought along just in case it got cold, draped over both their shoulders -- its windy and almost crippling cold, and she runs her fingers through her hair to push her loose hair out of the way, until Josie reaches out, until she runs her fingers through it and for a second, she makes eye contact, prolonged and too intense to be considered something just friendly.
Santana almost leans in, she almost kisses her, she almost bites the bullet, but she smiles at Josie instead, hooks her arm through her’s and turns her gaze to the starry night sky. “If we catch pneumonia we’re gonna need a contingency plan, or at least a scapegoat to blame it on. I’m thinking... that new guy who looks like he hasn’t washed his hair since 2010 and wears more eyeliner than I do.”
meme / soft sentence starters