#snix

I don’t know what letter brixton got and what that relationship is but until we get more details I don’t care.

Short king who’s scared of everything and his buff wife with a sword. It’s giving

“Today is your lucky day, because Auntie Snix just arrived on the Bitch Town Express.”

Alter Ego

Pairing: Santana Lopez x reader

Synopsis: (Y/N) has been in love with Santana since you met her. Now that your a senior and she is off in college your friendship had faded. When she comes home to steal Brittany back from Sam, or that’s what (Y/N) thinks anyway, will they restrengthen their friendship or will it turn into more?

Word count: 2,805

Warnings: None I think. Talk of being turned on, if that’s a warning.

A/N: Happy pride month everyone! I got carried away and no one’s even gonna read it since glee hasn’t been relevant for five years, lmao I love that for me. Takes place during S4 E13 (Diva), and as much as I love Brittana, my love for Santana is stronger and I indulged myself with this. Bold words are lyrics.

You're scrolling through your timeline as Finn starts talking about diva’s and the loch ness monster. You’ve been in a funk the past week, you’re best friend Santana Lopez hasn’t texted you back. It’s not a big deal in the grand scheme of things, you just wonder if you said something to upset her during your last phone call. You’re a year younger than Santana, but you two immediately bonded when she recruited you for the troubletones. The problem is that she isn’t just your best friend, you’re in love with her too. But you can never compete with the bond Santana and Brittany have. 

While you aren’t out like either of the aforementioned girls, you aren’t necessarily in the closet either. It’s no one’s business but your own, it doesn’t affect anyone else, so you feel no need to share. However, your new best friend Kitty figured it out, she saw you checking out a girl when you two went shopping. Kitty fully supports you, and it’s nice to be able to talk to someone about your feelings for both Santana and in general. 

Kitty leans over your shoulder to see what you're aggressively scrolling through, to see you whizzing past every post too quickly to actually read anything. You're about to make a comment to her about minding her own business, not that you care if she’s snooping or not, when something Finn says catches your attention.

“All the way from Louisville,” the former quarterback introduces, your head snaps up to look at him. “Give it up for Miss. Santana Lopez.”

You immediately straighten in your seat in the back row, Kitty looks at you as you stare at the shut door knowing how much the Latina loves to make an entrance. You see Brittany’s back become as straight as a board, no doubt nervous that her ex-girlfriend shows up right after she starts dating Sam. 

Santana throws the door open and gives a little wave, she’s dressed in her new cheerleading uniform and her hair is straightened and down. You didn’t know it was possible, but she’s somehow more attractive than the last time you saw her, just a few months ago.

Your eyes rack over her figure as she starts to thrust her hips to the beat of Nutbush city limits. You don’t care if anyone notices your hungry stare, too wrapped up in the fact that Santana is right there in front of you again. All of the guys are getting into the song, the girls cheering on Santana and the group of cheerleaders she brought along with her. You gulp as Santana puts her leg in the air, and shakes her hips that way. 

You glance at Kitty to see if she’s watching you still, she isn't. She’s leaned back in her seat, her arm resting on the back of your chair, unimpressed with the show Santana is putting on. When your eyes make their way back to your former best friend, her brown eyes are already on you. You're enraptured by the way Santana’s hips move to the beat, you can’t take your eyes off of her for the remainder of the song. You sink back into your seat as Brittany gets up to greet Santana at the end of the performance, Santana doesn't even glance your way. 

“Santana, that was simply the greatest moment in show business history,” the ex girlfriends high five. “But how come you didn’t tell me you were coming to town? (Y/N), did she tell you?”

“Uh,” Kitty leans in closer to your chair for support as the glee club turns to look at you. “No, she didn’t.”

“You know, I think the better question is,” Sanatana ignores that you even spoke, directing her words to Brittany. You sink further into your seat and into Kitty’s friendly embrace. “Why didn’t you tell me you were dating Sam? Oh, and before I forget, allow me to introduce my backup, and my girlfriend, Elaine. And by girlfriend I mean, out and proud, lipstick-loving, AfterEllen-reading, girlfriend.”

Your breath catches in your throat as Santana kisses the pretty brunette to her left. Kitty looks at you concerned as you go back to staring at your phone. Instead of aggressively scrolling this time around, you stare sadly at the picture of you and Santana from her graduation day, which has been your homescreen since it was taken. Sanatana is standing with her arms wrapped around you in a hug, her red gown still on her, you're wearing her red cap and you both are staring at the other, laughing at the joke she had just told you. 

Luckily the bell rings almost immediately after the kiss, you shoot out of your seat and bolt out of the room. Kitty quickly trails after you, sending a glare Santana’s way as she passes her. Instead of heading to the cafeteria, lunch is your next period, you head to the auditorium. You don’t know why, it just feels like the right place to go. Kitty is ten steps behind you, by the time she enters the auditorium you're overdramatically laying on the stage, your legs hanging over the edge at the knee. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Kitty asks. You know she doesn’t really mean it as a question, it’s more of a request that you talk about it.

“I don’t want to,” you whine, keeping up with your antics by throwing your arm over your eyes. 

“If you don’t want to talk about it,” Kitty kicks the edge of the stage. “Sing about it.” 

“Okay Mr. Schue,” you move your arm from your face and roll your eyes at the blonde. 

“I’m being serious,” the skirt of her cheerleading uniform bounces as she flounces up the stairs to the top of the auditorium. “I’ll sit up here, you won’t be able to see me, and just sing it out.”

You know she’ll nag until you do what she says, so you huff and stand up. You take a deep breath, brush the dust of your clothes, and start singing. When you first open your mouth you don’t know what song you’re going to sing, but the words to every little thing she does is magic by the police leave your lips. 

Though I've tried before to tell her. Of the feelings I have for her in my heart. You had tried time and time again to tell Santana how you really felt about her. But something always got in the way; Brittany, her graduation, other glee club drama, or you just chicken out of it. You aren’t Brittany, you aren’t in college with her; you're just a high school student and her former friend, she’d never be interested in you the way you’re interested in her. 

Every little thing she does is magic. Everything she do just turns me on. Whether it be a stunt during cheerleading, belting out the lyrics to an Amy Winehouse song, or talking about her day over pasta at breadstix; she made everything feel magical. The simplest of dance moves, or when she’d sing a song to you, or strutting around so confidently in both her cheerio uniform and her own clothes; would turn you on more than you thought possible.

I resolved to call her up a thousand times a day. And ask her if she'll marry me in some old fashioned way. But my silent fears have gripped me long before I reach the phone. Long before my tongue has tripped me. Must I always be alone? You’re young, you’re naive, you haven’t experienced the world yet, but you want to marry Santana Lopez. You’d marry her tomorrow if you could, spend every day for the rest of your lives joking around with her, dealing with Snix every time Santana gets angry, and facing criticisms for your life choices and sexuality with the woman you love by your side. You want her to be the last thing you see before going to bed, and her gorgeous face being what you’re greeted with every morning, falling asleep in a tangle of limbs. But it wasn’t in the cards for you, you always ended up alone. Anyone you were interested in the past was never as into you as you were them, or at all.

When you're done with the song Kitty starts clapping from the back of the auditorium, you’re distracted by her so you don’t see the person standing in the doorway. Santana watched the entire song, smiling and hoping it was about her when she heard the love and passion in your voice, thinking you were alone in there until she heard Kitty’s claps. 

“You need to sing a solo,” Kitty gushes about your singing, running up to the stage. 

“I’m not Marley and Blaine good,” you dig the toe of your shoe into the stage, not meeting Kitty’s eyes as you blush at the unexpected comment. 

“She’s right, (Y/N/N),” Santana’s voce drifts through the auditorium. You straighten your back as she walks into the room, not knowing how to act around her in this moment. “You've gotten so much better.”

“Oh, uh,” you stumble of your words, you’ve been trying to get a hold of Santana for a week and you've been met with radio science. So why does she want to talk now? “Thanks, Kitty’s really helped me with my confidence this year. And I’ve been practicing, I guess.”

“We should get going,” Kitty tugs you away from Santana. “We have to go eat lunch. And (Y/N) is helping me study, she’s amazing with chemistry.” Santana watches helplessly as Kitty pulls you off stage and away from her. You send the Latina one last glance before the auditorium doors shut behind you.

--

“Kitty!” you pant, having just run the length of the school to get to the choir room. Everyone looks at you confused as you run through the doorway the following day, even Santana from her usual seat next to Brittany. 

“What is it?” she stands up and walks to you.

“The email,” you pant again. “I got the email. Shit, I need to workout more.”

“What does it say?” Kitty gets excited now, going to grab the phone out of your hand. 

“I don’t know, I’m too nervous to read it,” you admit, pusing your phone into her hands. She eagerly takes it, opening and skimming through the email.

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry,” your face and spirits fall as you realize you got rejected. “That you have to go to New York without me.”

“I got in?” you ask in disbelief. 

“Of course you did!” Kitty pulls you into a hug. “Go bobcats!” You laugh and squeeze her tighter. 

“What's going on?” Santana asks.

“(Y/N)’s turning into a bobcat,” Brittany answers her best friend.

“I applied to NYU’s early admissions program,” you grin at Santana, who’s making her way from Brittany’s side to yours. “And I got in!”

“That’s amazing!” she pulls you from Kitty’s arms into hers. “We can hang out when you get to New York.”

“You’re going to New York?” you ask, not pulling away from her embrace just yet. “What about Louisville?”

“How about I tell you over dinner tonight? Breadstix, eight o’clock?” Santana asks, more so demands. “Dress cute,” 

She pulls away before you can respond, walking out of the choir room without another word. You stare after her with wide eyes, is it a date? Kitty pulls you to a seat and Finn announces that Tina is the official diva or whatever, apparently Tina went off during lunch yesterday. All you can focus on is Santana, who wants to go out with you tonight! 

Once rehearsal is done you rush to your house, trying to pick out the best outfit for tonight. It needs to show off your assets, but it can’t be slutty; it has to be nice, but it can’t be too fancy, or too casual. You finally settle on a nice new outfit you got when you went shopping with Kitty last week. You quickly get dressed and rush out of the hose, seeing as how it’s almost eight already. 

Walking into Breadstix you don’t see Santana, causing you to worry that her and Brittany were just making fun of you and pulling a prank. Realistically, you know Brittany would never do that, but every part of you was horrified that Santana would never feel the same way. Before you can get too worried, Santana walks in the door behind you. The two of you are quickly seated and get to talking about how different the glee club is without her. 

“What’s the deal with you and Kitty?” the brunette asks, taking a bite of a crunchy breadstick. 

“What do you mean?” you let out an awkward giggle, taking a sip of your drink. 

“Are you two dating?” you almost spit the liquid out of your mouth at Santana’s absurd question. Her words are sharp, the look in her eyes fiery, a glimpse of Snix. 

“Of course not!” you furrow your brows, why would you ever be with Kitty? “What made you think that?”

“You were checking me out yesterday,” Santana states defensively. “And Kitty seemed upset about it. And earlier you ran to her with the good news.”

“Kitty and I are friends,” you say slowly.

“I just thought-” she cuts herself off, taking an aggressive bite of her breadstick. 

“That I like girls? I don’t,” Santana’s face falls, before hardening into her bitch face. “I like you.”

“What?” her eyes snap up to meet yours. You reach across the table and grab her free hand, running your thumb over the back of her hand.

“I’ve been in love with you since I met you,” you laugh lightly. “But you had Britany and you never seemed interested in me.”

“I was,” Sanatana says quickly. “I still am.”

“You have a girlfriend,” you pull your hand away from hers as you remember her girlfriend and their kiss in the choir room. “I don’t like cheaters. And I’m not going to be someone's other woman.”

“You’d never be the other woman,” she quickly reaches for your hand again, missing the intimate contact. “I want to show you off.”

“What about Elaine?” you pout, it all sounds like a line from one of those sill rom coms where the main character dates a cheating scumbag. 

“I paid her with scratchers to be my girlfriend,” Santana admits quitely, seemingly embarrassed. “I wanted to make you jealous. Tina told me about Sam and Brit in the same phone call she told me about you and Kitty. Snix took over, I was mad that Brit didn’t tell me about her and trouty mouth and I was jealous that Kitty got to be with you when I never did. So I paid her to be my girlfriend.”

“Oh,” you don’t know how to respond to that, so you change the subject. “What about Louisville? Why are you going to New York.”

“It was boring,” she answers non-commitly. You give her a look that says you don’t believe her, so she amends her statement. “No one liked me there.”

“Then it’s their loss, because you’re the strongest most amazing person I have ever met,” you tell her sincerely, meaning every word out of your mouth. You squeeze her hand in reassurance that it isn’t just some line to make her feel better. “But why New York?”

“I’ve always wanted to move there, make it big. I was still deciding between that or Sue’s offer of being her assistant couch.”

“Well I think you made the right decision,” you smile at her. “You’d be miserable here in Lima, you’re made for so much more than this. Plus, Sue is an ass.”

“You were the final push I needed,” Santa leans across the table. 

“Me?” you're shocked that you can sway her decision. 

“I thought that if we were both in the same city that you might go out with me then,” if you didn’t know any better you would think the Latina was embarrassed. 

“I would date you no matter where we lived,” you lean in too, not caring if people saw the intimate moment. “Even if we were living halfway across the world from each other. You’re so worth it Santana.”

“I love you, (Y/N),” she whispers, breath fanning over your lips. You bite your lip as you smile at the four words you had been waiting to hear for so long, her eyes immediately shift from your eyes to your mouth.

“I love you too, Snix and all,” your giggle is cut off by her lips descending on yours. You both smile into the kiss, happy that you finally admitted your feelings for each other.