Text —- Darcy

darcydynamite:

No, that you haven’t heard from her! What if something’s wrong??

She might just be to into her doing her Broadway thing to be bothered with life? 


Text —- Darcy

darcydynamite:

What the fuck! Why didn’t you tell me??

Tell you what? That I tell her I love her and don’t hear from her again? I just figured you knew more about her than me..


Text —- Darcy

darcydynamite:

What..?

I haven’t heard a single word from her since we came back from the Bahamas…


Text —- Darcy

darcydynamite:

Rachel. Well…both?

Idk. I haven’t heard from her in weeks…


Text —- Darcy

darcydynamite:

Yeah, I miss you tooo. How’s my lil baby?

Me? Or Rach?


Text —- Darcy

darcydynamite:

Hey, mama.

I misss your face. A lot.


Text —- Darcy

Yoooooooooo


+ Santana

reagan-schuester:

"What can’t I handle, is the question." Reagan smirked at Santana and took the glass of tequila.

Santana smirked and took the other glass, “I like your confidence, it’s hot.” She winked and took  a big gulp from her glass. ‘So why do you look so familiar?” Santana hummed softly. 


+ Santana

reagan-schuester:

"Whatever you’re drinking." Reagan responded smiling and following Santana to the bar.

"Can you handle tequila?" She said pouring some into two glasses filled with ice. 


+ Santana

reagan-schuester:

Mhmm. I know that bar. I’ll be there soon.

Reagan got ready quickly, she put on thick black eyeliner and dark eyeshadow, some leather pants, and a dark sparkly bar shirt and grabbed her purse. She called her driver who got picked her up and got her to the bar quickly. Coyote Ugly was one of the many clubs her Father owned so it was easy for her to get inside. She quickly spotted Santana and walked over to her. “Hey.” Reagan smirked raking her eyes over Santan’s body.

Santana had worked up a light sweat from Dancing on the bar and having that very steamy session with that hot girl that was hitting on her all day. She was serving some drinking when Reagan walked up to her, Santana’s shirt barely reached the bottom of her bra and her shorts were just about half an inch below her butt. She smirked back at the girl, “Hey, what would you be having hottie?”