insomatic

She's getting that feeling again; the awful push and pull in her chest, like her heart is just withering away to nothing. It makes her stomach drop and her head spin too. And it has everything to do with the gorgeous brunette across the room. Dani has been stuck behind the counter of the bar at work for five hours now, serving alcohol to disgusting, pig-like men who hit on her every chance they get. She has also been watching her girlfriend of six months take an order from a petite blonde girl for the past minute or so, and this girl is just being way to overly friendly for her comfort zone. The other blonde is laughing at everything Santana

Rachel is impulsively belting it out. Like, the last scene of The Sound of Music belting it out. And I’m pretty sure it’s a seven minute song too, because Santana’s begun to pick at the edges of her manicured fingertips. She may be an opinionated and defiant person, but she’s always been known to be respectful towards anyone who had the courage to stand up and sing in front of Glee club, even if it is Rachel Berry of all people. Everyone else seems to have lost interest too as she boldly hits the last string of notes, the guitar fading out with her voice. Tina has her head rested on Mike’s shoulder and is smiling

Forgetting is the worst imaginable pain a human being can go through. For weeks you comfort yourself be wearing the clothes you wore when you were around them, burying yourself in the comfort and smell of torture. Eventually you decide that the torture isn’t even worth the thought, and you throw that sweatshirt in your closet so other clothes can pile on top of it for months until you forget it’s even there. But one day when you’re cleaning your hands will wrap around the fabric and you’ll yank it to the surface, and there, in your presence, you will stare at it uselessly. Even her ghost is gone. The next thing that go

They pull up to Dan’s bar in no time; the sun is beginning to slip behind the horizon and the large illuminated sign overhead flickers on. The red Ferrari is still in pristine condition from all the driving- and God they look fucking rich. As they approach the door Brittany’s mouth drops open and Santana’s eyes follow to where she is looking; a sign piece of paper on the door reads Karaoke and she nearly shouts: “Santana-“ “No, God Brit no. We are not getting up in front of everyone and singing.” Surprisingly, Brittany doesn’t protest or pout as Santana flings open the door. It’s dim in

 Santana awoke to an empty bed once again, except this time, Brittany was nowhere to be found. Her heart immediately skips a beat, and she curses herself for being such a heavy sleeper while climbing out from under the sheets. She hurriedly pulls on some jeans shorts and an old faded batman t-shirt lying on the floor and rushes out the door, down the stairs, and into the crowded streets on downtown. It’s blazing hot outside- even if it’s only ten in the morning’ people wearing dresses and suits pass Santana on their way to work and cars honk obnoxiously as red lights turn to green and the people I front of them don’t

 Brittany’s mouth forms into a hollow ‘o’ as Santana yanks her through the mush of people dancing and drinking. The music is so loud that it sends shockwaves of sound through their body’s and reverberates through their chest. Flashing lights reveal Brittany’s shocked face; her eyes search the crowd and watch as people’s body’s gyrate against each other, sweat dripping from their brow. It was like a photographer’s wet dream. “Brit, do you want anything to drink?” Santana yells in her ear, “It’s your first time clubbing, you need the full experience.” Brittany shak

The sunlight that shines through the shuttered window is becoming increasingly brighter. Santana moans, and rolls over, kicking the lump that is Lord Tubbington at the end of the bed. He scowls, jumping off and slinking to the hallway. “Sorry Tubby,” she mumbles, and rubs her eyes as they adjust to the light florescence. The covers slip off of her body and she smiles when she finds herself only in her underwear still, remembering the night before. The area next to her is empty, and through squinted eyes-because god it’s so bright- she scans the room to find the bathroom door cracked. Steam squeezes through the tight space

The extensive amount of snowflakes that fall from the dark sky stick to the blonde’s eyelashes; she blinks numerously, wrinkling her features. The brunette laughs, soaking up the street lights, meddling crowds, and the thrilled vibe pouring from stores and outlets. Her eyes crinkle, letting the luminosity leave glints of ecstasy in her pupils. The clock above them states that they have ten minutes left. Ten minutes left to self-reproach, loathe, and then start over again for another dragging year. The mass of people suddenly stirs in excitement and the raven haired girl scoffs, reaching in her back pocket to grab a pack of cigarettes.

Autumn leaves fall around them like puzzle pieces in the adept place and the blonde shudders, scooting closer to the raven haired girl. Her hair clings to the back of her neck and over her ears as the knitted hat she is wearing is snug around her head; her hands are rammed into her pockets, the matching mittens seem to do no good against the fall breeze. Her coat is buttoned compactly as well, and the auburn color makes the more cryptic areas in her hair visible. The brunette suppresses a smile; the warmth she brings is peculiar and she moves the mocha she is holding to her other hand and encloses her arm around the blonde to the best of her