"Brittney I amor you! I want us to stay together, why can't tu understand that I can give tu so much más then that cripple can?"
Santana Lopez recalled as she lay on her bed, snuggling her pillow.
It had been 1 día since Brittney and Santana had fought.
"I understand Santana, I amor tu too. But, I just feel better with Artie."
"What can I do to stay with you?"
"Santana, tu don't need to do anything you're perfect."
"It's that I'm a perra isn't it? If tu need someone kind like four eyes then fine, I can change!"
Santana flipped her almohada over, wanting her cheek to touch the enfriador, refrigerador side. She...
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