There were a few reasons why Brittany spent every day of her junior summer at the community swimming pool.

The first was that her parents only got three weeks worth of vacation a year, one of which had already been spent during Christmas, and her sister was at summer camp, so the house was pretty quiet. And a quiet house during the summer wasn’t ( Read more... )

To say Santana is bored would be the understatement of the year. There she is, resting back into a wonderland of pillows, clad in the most revealing ‘pajamas’ she could find at the last minute when Britt called and said she wanted a girl’s night in, absentmindedly tugging on a thread dangling from the edge of her panties, and she cannot believe she ( Read more... )

Artist: fullyajar
Medium: Charcoal and watercolor pencils
Dimensions: 25 x 20 cm
A/N: Although is definitely not my first drawing, it is my first fanart, and my first attempt at combining mediums. I think part of the reason why I chose this picture (beside it being the epitome of Heya beauty) is that I wasn’t remotely ready or confident enough to ( Read more... )

“Finally,” Starbuck grunts as she hobbles over to Santana’s booth and sets herself down, wincing in pain as her cast knocks against the table and her crutches slip down to the ground. She sighs in annoyance.

“Having trouble?” Santana retorts with a sneer, bringing her glass to her lips and taking a calm sip. Starbuck sends her a glare, but Santana ( Read more... )

She’s doing it on purpose. It’s the only explanation. She must be doing it on purpose

The sexiness is natural. Brittany has always exuded a happy, effortless confidence that attracts attention, admiration, and near-worship. Santana refuses to categorize herself in any, especially the last one, but the lingering looks are anything but platonic. ( Read more... )

A few hours and many tequila shots later, the four of them stumble out of the bar into the warm Madrid night. Heather reaches for Naya’s hand again as she remembers the endless dancing, laughing, and drinks of the night as they all reevaluated their memories of each other and laughed until their sides hurt at the sheepish admissions and ( Read more... )

A few minutes later, they both emerge from the bathroom, ready to set their plan into motion. Naya grabs Heather’s hand as they make their way to the dance floor and squeezes it encouragingly. With one last cheerful grin, they separate, and weave through the dancing couples to their targets.

Lea and Dianna are still tangled in each other - as ( Read more... )

“Jesus, there’s a lot of gay bars in Madrid,” Heather murmurs as they pass yet another rainbow-covered sign over a bar.

“We are in Chueca,” Naya points out with a grin, and nods to a club ahead of them called ‘Black and White’. Heather recognizes it instantly from the tour guides. Madrid’s most well-known gay bar. Multiple dance floors, various ( Read more... )

Naya is dangling her legs over the side of the stage and humming “Landslide” under her breath when she hears the unmistakable squeak of a wheelchair behind her. She smiles a little, but otherwise doesn’t move, and continues to hum.

Her feet knock hollowly against the wood of the stage, and a squeak follows behind her. The sound comes closer, and ( Read more... )

The sunshine streaming through the sparse clouds bounces off the bright white surface of the trailer and nearly blinds Naya as she tilts her head up from her phone.

“Nay-Nay!” Heather calls again, and Naya shades her eyes with her hand to see Heather leaning against her trailer, grinning at her and beckoning her excitedly. Naya trots over, and ( Read more... )