♥️.❤️

“Still can’t believe you are sleeping with the enemy, Santana!” Kurt huffed out as he watched her put her eyeliner on.

“Kurt, I’m not sleeping with her. I’m getting drinks.” Santana just looked at his reflection in the mirror. “Also she’s super hot and a bitch. It’s kind of my type.”

Kurt cross his arms and really looks at her making he has her attention, “She’s closer to your mother’s age than yours and she’s horrible to Rachel.”

Santana whipped around and pointed her eyeliner pencil at him. “First of all if I never slept with anyone that was mean to Rachel. I’d be celibate,” Santana looked at him and sighed. “She’s also like thirty three. Maribel is almost 50. Don’t be an asshole.”

Kurt throws his hand up in the air, “When this blows up in your face and Rachel won’t speak to you, don’t come crying to me.”

Santana nods and just goes to grab her clutch, “And you swore gay secrecy, to not tell Rachel anything.”