Microfic: Hugs
Santana is in need of hugs. Two unlikely people are more than happy to oblige.
It was a good wedding-she had to give Kurt that-and it was good to get perform for fun, but she was having trouble stomaching watching Brittany with Artie. And the dwarf, who had tried to exclude her from the “we’re concerned about Kurt” meeting, being all over Finn. Why the hell did Rachel Berry get to be so happy? And when did she become more a part of things than Santana?
As she left the bathroom, she was practically accosted by Tina. “Hi!” the other girl said brightly, and Santana just blinked at her. Then she turned and found Mike at her other side.
“What’s up, guys?” she asked, backing away from both of them.
Mike looked at Tina, and Tina looked at Mike, and then suddenly, Santana was enveloped by two strong pairs of arms. “Okay, okay, seriously, what is this?” Santana asked, half-heartedly struggling.
“You needed a hug,” Mike said, letting her go.
“I’ve seen you watching them. Plus, it was way out of line, Rachel calling a meeting without inviting you. Or Mercedes,” Tina said, and Santana clenched her jaw.
“You think all that bothers me?” she asked archly, but Mike and Tina just nodded, and Santana completely deflated.
Mike caught her again, and she let her forehead rest against his chest for a minute. “You’re not alone, okay?” he said quietly.
“We’re your friends, Santana. If you’ll let us be,” Tina added.
Santana carefully pulled back and surveyed both of them, absently smoothing out her dress. “Well. I’ll think about it,” she said thoughtfully, and the identical grins she received in return basically made her decision for her.
It was a good wedding-she had to give Kurt that-and it was good to get perform for fun, but she was having trouble stomaching watching Brittany with Artie. And the dwarf, who had tried to exclude her from the “we’re concerned about Kurt” meeting, being all over Finn. Why the hell did Rachel Berry get to be so happy? And when did she become more a part of things than Santana?
As she left the bathroom, she was practically accosted by Tina. “Hi!” the other girl said brightly, and Santana just blinked at her. Then she turned and found Mike at her other side.
“What’s up, guys?” she asked, backing away from both of them.
Mike looked at Tina, and Tina looked at Mike, and then suddenly, Santana was enveloped by two strong pairs of arms. “Okay, okay, seriously, what is this?” Santana asked, half-heartedly struggling.
“You needed a hug,” Mike said, letting her go.
“I’ve seen you watching them. Plus, it was way out of line, Rachel calling a meeting without inviting you. Or Mercedes,” Tina said, and Santana clenched her jaw.
“You think all that bothers me?” she asked archly, but Mike and Tina just nodded, and Santana completely deflated.
Mike caught her again, and she let her forehead rest against his chest for a minute. “You’re not alone, okay?” he said quietly.
“We’re your friends, Santana. If you’ll let us be,” Tina added.
Santana carefully pulled back and surveyed both of them, absently smoothing out her dress. “Well. I’ll think about it,” she said thoughtfully, and the identical grins she received in return basically made her decision for her.