#sxnlopez

“So, how many did you fight off at the Black Friday sales this time and what did you end up getting?” Finn joked as he poked  Santana lightly on her arm with his finger. “I was watching the news today waiting for you to show up.”

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

Finn was seated on the opposite side of the couch from Santana, taking a swig from his beer bottle. It had been a while since he had been able to confide and talk to a friend like this without feeling awkward or uncomfortable. It kind of made him realize that he didn’t have as many close friends as he thought he had, but he was glad to have gotten Santana back in his life. “Yeah, it got a lot worse after I injured my knee, more than I let on. I was probably really shitty towards Rachel and I had no willpower or motivation to live my life. I felt like I had lost everything and I wasn’t even sure if I was going to make it to 30 at that point. It sounds stupid, but I let myself drown in a kind of self-pity that just took its own life, you know? And when Rachel and I broke up, I was sure I was never gonna recover from that.” It pained him to talk about that part of his life, but at the same time, it felt great being able to let it out knowing he wasn’t going to get some weird, insincere pity or judgment about it. It’s what he always liked about Santana - she always kept it real and brutally honest, but knew how to dial it back depending on the vibe. “So that’s some of what you missed when you were away. Bet you’re relieved you weren’t around for it.”

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

Taking a break from the damp and stuffy air inside the bar, Finn followed Santana outdoors for a breath of fresh air as they stood under a small roof that just shielded their heads from the rain. He turned to look at his friend who was pulling out a cigarette, but seemed to be lacking something to light it with. “Didn’t know you still smoked. What would your kids say about this, Lopez?” he teased, watching her glare him down as she demanded a lighter. He wasn’t one to smoke himself, though he still kept it a habit to keep a lighter in the pocket of his jacket in case of... well, situations like these. It wasn’t really a habit more than it was just him neglecting to remember that he even had lighters in his pockets. They were probably years old at this point. “You’re in luck tonight, Santana Lopez, because I am carrying one.” With his hand in his pocket, he swiftly pulled a lighter out as he made a “swoosh” sound effect with his mouth and revealed it to the woman beside him. He lit the cigarette up before placing it back in his pocket where it would probably remain untouched for another five months. “No thanks needed, although I’m not too happy about this.”