Cowboy-Patterned Sanctuary (1/?)

Finn

The warm cabin of my car is comforting after the bracing cold of the January gloom. My old tires have trouble gripping the icy street. All of my attention is on the road when I spot a small figure in a familiar letterman’s jacket some way down the road. I squint in the quickly descending dark. I pull up next ( Read more... )

 
Summer before ninth grade. Quinn, Santana, Brittany, and most of their eighth grade class sit in a sprawling circle in Santana's back yard. They're playing spin the bottle. How typical.

The bottle spins... once, twice, three times before it lands between Quinn and Puck, as he's known now. Quinn rolls her eyes while Puck has to hide the hopeful look ( Read more... )

“Quinn!”

8- year- old Santana yelled for her best friend as she scrambled out of the car and into her best friend's waiting arms. Both girls giggle as Santana's hug knocks them to the ground. They roll around on the ground for a minute, engaged in a full on tickle fight. “Santana!” Her mother calls, “come get your stuff out of the car and then you ( Read more... )

“Mommy! Mommy!” six-year-old Brittany Susan Pierce shouted as she ran through the front door. “Brittany? Why are you shouting?” Her mother gently scolded as her daughter burst through the door lugging her brand new back pack behind her.

“Sorry Mommy” The small girl panted as she dropped her backpack and kicked her shoes off.

“ Guess what?”

“What ( Read more... )