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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

                                 You Don't Know Me Spencer slid in through the door and shut it behind her as quietly as she could. The house was cool and smelled of air freshener. Aaron sat on the couch, he was reading the newspaper and glanced at Spencer, clearing his throat. It was Sunday and she was astonished that he wasn't praying at the Lord's house for his misfit lesbian daughter. Spencer pretended not to see him and began walking up the stairs. Aaron cleared his throat

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

 There are moments, infinite spaces between the waltzes of my heart, that I imagine something different. I'm good at it too, imagining this life I won't ever get to have, or maybe what could be. It's a life where my parents don't fight, and accept me. Or perhaps one where my and Ellie could stay in this cabin forever, and never have to look back or give a reason why. I picture us holding hands and walking down the hectic streets of Chicago together. I picture Ellie's laugh being caused by something I said, and I hear her singing in the middle of the night when it's too late to care. I imagine kissed, fiery limbs, breathy sighs. Mostly I i