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Usually I don’t reblog photosets, but I’m having the most intense feelings about what Santana chose to wear the day she sang to Brittany, and the absolute sweetness of the way she lays herself bare.

That white cotton shirt, revealing her throat and her collarbone. How gentle and cool it feels when Santana throws herself helplessly around Brittany’s neck. Loose, soft, like Santana’s sleep shirt when she lifted her arms - childlike - to let Brittany slip it off her and reveal her body for the first time.

The barrettes - the ones Brittany gave her for her birthday when she was thirteen - pulling her hair away from her eyes so she can’t hide. The simple studs in her ears, the kind she used to wear when she first got her ears pierced at Claire’s the summer before sixth grade, and Brittany held her hand and helped her swab them clean every day for two weeks afterwards.

This is not the Santana of the hallways - the Santana who wears tight red dresses and hoop earrings and high black boots and moves like someone has wronged her. No, this is the Santana that Brittany fell in love with, back when they were only little girls and she didn’t know why Santana gave her this crazy feeling like a thousand summer fireflies spiraling in her stomach. The Santana who would hold her hand and leap into her arms and kiss her cheek, whenever, just because. The Santana who taught her how to play Crazy Eights (even when it took forever to teach her the difference between clubs and spades, and Santana kept lifting the wrong card and sliding it back into Brittany’s hand). The Santana who clipped her mother’s poor garden to bits just to bring Brittany a handful of uneven-stemmed roses, for no reason at all except that it was summertime and she thought it would make Britt smile.

This is the Santana who looks at Brittany like she’s the most precious thing in the world, who burns so brightly with love for her Britt-Britt that there’s no shade that can hide it: no dress so tight and opaque, no boots so heavy, no lipstick so dark. Just white cotton and barrettes and nerves. Just one pretty young girl who loves another pretty young girl so, so much that she can’t keep it inside any longer.

#I love when Santana wears white… she wears a loose white shirt for Songbird too #They both look so heartbreakingly young…

Woah

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