And The Songbirds Keep Singing

[robotsfighting]

Title: And The Songbirds Keep Singing
Rating: PG-13 [language]
Characters: Santana, OC (Santana's grandfather)
Words: 3,416
Warnings: Fear of and thoughts about homophobia
Summary: She walks on the curb like it’s a balance beam, one flip-flopped foot swinging carefully in front of the other, her arms out to balance her, fingers splayed. She doesn’t

Comments

[flaming_muse]

Breaking my heart, but so well written.

[oatmeal_cookie]

oh my god this is so sad. ;_____; It almost feels wrong to use my happy!Santana icon because in reality all I want is to curl into a ball and cry for like an hour. Your writing feels like a punch in the gut, in the best way possible, and the small moments of humor (Hummel’s tree-dwelling marsupial boyfriend is, despite the eyelashes, very male. lulz) somehow make it even worse? idk, you're just brilliant, I want to draw hearts all over your face. <333

[phelipa]

WOW.
This is incredible. I was just itching for her to tell him at the end; I am in love with her grandfather. I feel like (hopefully) he would understand? You write incredibly well; I love the descriptions at the beginning and seriously, her grandfather seems like the most awesome person ever. Wonderful :)

[pee_wee_2005]

OH MY HEART. Santana, you fool, he knows already, he loves you. SAY ITTTTTT /chin quiver.

[countingfeather]

This is just so so beautiful, truly one one of the best fics I've ever read. I'm probably bias, as this struck a very personal chord with me, but this is absolutely amazing. I love your imagery and the way you make the reader feel, give them no option but to take this girl who is both so strong and so fragile at the same time and just /feel/ what she does.

She chokes. It’s like everything she has ever felt for the past year is rushing back into her, filling her up until she feels like she’s going to burst out of her skin, just explode from the pressure of all of that fear and desperation and love and stupidity expanding inside of her, and all she wants to say is I’m gay, I’m gay, I’m gay, can you still love me now? but she can’t make the words come. Something keeps them trapped in her head. She puts her head back down and wills herself not to cry. “I know,” she says, cracked and wet, and God, she almost, almost means it.That passage right there. . . I'm still crying. I can't even describe how magnificently written this whole story is