Santana Lopez (sg_santana) wrote in supergleerpg, @ 2011-08-30 23:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | !type: thread, -2011: august, character: david karofsky, wanted character: santana lopez, ~complete |
thread: Dave and Santana take their "relationship" to the next level
Date: Tuesday August 30, evening
Characters: Dave, Santana
Location: Dave's house
Warnings: adult content (will edit for specifics if/when they occur)
Summary: It's been decided. Dave needs to lose his V-card. Santana needs to get laid. And nobody's going to cry. Never mind that they haven't even kissed yet...
Santana parked her mini on the street, locking it with a beep as she stared at the house in front of her. It was like a stand-alone version of Lima Heights Adjacent. She didn't care as long as nobody tried to break into her car. Dave's truck was parked up ahead and there were lights on in the house. Well, this was it. She pulled her coat tighter around her body even in the balmy August night, slipping her keys into the bag of tricks she was carrying in her other hand.
She took a deep breath, then marched up the path to the front door, her heeled boots clicking, and rapped loudly on the door. "Don't be his dad," she murmured to herself as she heard what sounded like movement from within. Dave's father was supposed to be away all week, he'd told her. She hoped he was right. Tapping her heel impatiently, Santana brushed her hair back from her face, exhaling again. She wasn't nervous. She was excited, and kind of jittery. She hadn't done this sort of thing for a long time - and she hadn't ever done it to a gay - or sexually confused, at least - guy.
She hadn't exactly been surprised when she found out Dave was a virgin - not that she'd spent much time ever thinking about him in a sexual way since they'd first met. But it made sense; she never saw him with a girlfriend despite being on the football team. She'd made out with him once upon a time, of course, and she knew Britt must've, since she was so proud of her every-boy-in-school record, but beyond that, she mostly saw Karofsky hanging out with Azimio and the other football players.
"C'mon," she said, licking her lips, eyes fixed on the door. She wanted to get started already.