Well…
You were right though….I’m sorry San.
Thank you San
It’s Puck, you think I can’t predict what he’s going to do. Please.
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Well…
I’d say I told you so, but that would be insensitive, wouldn’t it? 
Been there done that, but…regardless of what has happened, I am sorry, Mercedes.
Date Night || Sate
“Well I like to play it safe!” He said with a small laugh. “Yeah I know exactly what you mean!” He said nodding his head. He grinned and blushed a little when Santana called him a gentleman. He doesnt even know why he blushed though, luckily it was only a little. He looked at the menu and knew exactly what he wanted to he put it down. He didnt even think about looking at the price. Money wasnt an issue for him since hes been making it with broadway and his album since he was six years old. “Hmm… Im a great cook?” He said unsure if Santana knew that already.
The waitress came and he ordered a chicken dinner with a fancy name and a glass of water since he had to watch his sugar intake. “Have you made your mind up yet?” He asked nicely not trying to rush Santana. He closed his menu and passed it to the waitress and smiled at her friendly. He liked to make people feel welcomed when they were around him.
Santana couldn’t help the sly smile that spread across her face when Nate blushed. She noticed it, even if it was just a small blush. It was adorable, and in a weird way she felt proud that she had made him blush. Glancing back down at the menu, she decided on a pasta dish and shut it, leaning forward to refocus on Nate. “I love cooking,” Santana said with a little bit of surprise. She hadn’t known that Nate could cook. “I used to cook with mi abuela and I still love to do it. My ex-boyfriend was kinda hopeless so I cooked for him a lot.” She smiled at Nate. “We’ll have too cook for each other sometime, hm?”
“Yeah, I am,” she told Nate before telling the waitress her order, handing the menu to her. She noticed Nate’s manners with the waitress and smiled to herself - her mother had always said to judge a guy based on how he treated waiter’s and Nate was certainly polite with them. Her mother would approve.
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What’s up, people?
Nothing, really….have we met though? I’m Santana. 
Date Night || Sate
Nate laughed a bit when Santana told him to drive faster. “Well I cant get a speeding ticket!” He said picking up a little speed but not alot. “I know what you mean but this means its time to relax right? You do need a break from work once in a while!” He said nodding his head a bit. “Great!” He said in response of Santana saying that she would try her best to go see it. As he got out and opened the door for Santana she linked arms with his. He adjusted his arm so it was giving her arm more room. He walked her into the building and walked up to the hostess who was in charge of reservations. “Table for two for Stevens please!” He said knowing he made a reservation earlier.
The hostess led him to their table and he pulled the chair out for Santana. It was always a thing for him to act like a gentleman. He couldnt stand it when guys would just walk in before their date and just sit down right away. It was his biggest pet peeve. He picked up the menus that were on a table and handed one to Santana. “Choose anything you like!” He said assuring her that money was not an issue for him and for her to just ignore the prices and order what she wants.
“Oh shush, live a little. I always speed and I’ve never gotten a ticket,” Santana said with an innocent shrug. She paused, thinking over what he was saying. “I don’t know. I guess, yeah, you do need a break, but I’m not really enjoying it. I don’t want to take a vacation from work because I love what I’m doing, you know?” She walked with Nate, letting him speak to the hostess. The fact that he had even gotten a reservation here was pretty impressive, Santana thought, she knew that it was a fairly hard restaurant to get into to.
“Such a gentlemen,” Santana murmured as Nate pulled out her chair, sitting down and crossing one leg over another. She let him sit down across from her, handing a menu before restarting a conversation. Choose anything you like! Santana glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. So often now guys always expected girls to split the bill, especially on the first date. Nate really was a gentleman. “So,” she said while glancing over the menu. “Tell me something about you I don’t know. That’s typical first date conversation, right?”
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New followers?
Hi, I’m Santana. 
(And hi to those who aren’t new as well)
Date Night || Sate
“Finding something funny eh?” He said with a joking tone. Whatever made her laugh, he felt like he needed to continue since he liked to make people laugh. To him it meant that the person was happy. “Dont worry! We will be there soon enough!” He said with a grin spreaded across his face. “I know what you mean! Its actually one of the reasons why I went back to Broadway, so I can preoccupy my mind and keep myself busy.” He said agreeing with Santana. “Hairspray is going great! We’re actually pretty far ahead!” He said sounding quite surprised. “You should come see the show! I would love to see you there!” He said smiling. “Oh and Thank you! Ive been doing in character exercises all day to the point that Im actually starting to act like him.” He said with a small laugh.
He drove some more and found the restaurant he was planning on bringing Santana too. He pulled into the parking lot of the fancy building and parked fairly close so Santana wouldnt have to walk very far, if she was in heels. “We’re here!” He said unbuckling his seatbelt, grabbing his wallet and stuffing it into his pocket and getting out of the car. He walked around to the other side of the car and opened up the door for Santana and gave her a polite smile.
“Drive fast then, mister,” she said, shooting a glance over towards him. He had a smile on his face, and that paired with the suit made her very eager for wherever they were going - it was obviously going to be fun. “Yeah, I’m not used to having this much idle time. It’s weird, ever since I’ve moved here I’ve been throwing myself into my work and it finally paid off and now it’s just like….well, now what?” She listened to Nate talk about Hairspray, obviously excited about it. “I’ll do my best to be there, I’d love to see it,” she said honestly. That, and the fact that Berry was in it, so she really probably should go.
We’re here! Santana looked up, surprised that they had already reached their destination. She realized they were at one of the nicest restaurants in their area and made a small noise of appreciation as Nate walked around the car to open her door. She appreciated that he parked close, her heels more pretty than comfortable. Santana neatly climbed out of the car, returning Nate’s smile. She reached her hand out, lightly sliding her hand around his elbow and linking her arm with his so they could walk into the restaurant.
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How is everyone today?
No, not really. My grandmother has been in and out of the hospital with cancer. She doesn’t have much time left ;x
Oh my god, Chandler, I’m so sorry. I can’t….I’m not even as close to mi abuela as I used to be, but I still can’t even imagine how it’s going to be when she gets to that point. If you need anyone to talk to or anything, just let me know.
(Source: sanlopezla)
How is everyone today?
Rachel, Santana.
It’s okay, I believe no one can have anything to say to me right now. Can we please not talk about this? I don’t want to make you read all the bad thoughts that are on my mind right now. Tell me, how is work?
Okaaaay…. work is fine, as fine as waitressing can ever be. I can’t wait for my album to be released though, I’ve already started writing again. How’s Hairspray going?
(Source: sanlopezla)
How is everyone today?
Running, Santana! Just running! That’s it! Mind. Gutter. Out.
Really? Nothing? Wow, must be a slow day.
My mind’s not in the gutter. You left that wide open to interpretation. 
It was a slow day, unfortunately. Went to the restaurant for a 6 hour shift and now I’m just home. Rather boring.
(Source: sanlopezla)
