Can we take a moment to notice the horror on everyone’s face when she broke down? Not the horror of seeing her cry but… The horror of not knowing how to stop it. No one really knew Santana was capable to cry till this moment. No one knew she was capable to feel anything besides anger till this moment. Therefore, no one knew how to comfort her. No one.
Shue would try to hug her, as he do with everyone. But Santana isn’t like everyone. And Mike? Well, he was going to try the same thing because he’s a good guy and he always worries with everyone.
All the rest? Just sitting down like statues, looking down, barely breathing? It’s because they don’t know Santana. They never did. Therefore, they had no fucking clue what to do with her. So they would just leave her there, sobbing in the middle of the choir room, till her sobs were bad enough she was going to pass out any moment and someone would have to carry her to the nurse office.
If Brittany was there, this scene would’ve hurt a lot more. Because she would get up, slowly, Santana would scream at her and Britt would probably slap her, then drag her to the bathroom and let her cry.
Because the only way to fight anger is anger. I know this because I deal with grief the same way Santana does. I get angry, I yell, I don’t let anyone come nowhere near me and then I collapse after sobbing for hours. And the only way to stop me, is to make me snap out of it with a slap or something just as hard.
And Brittany is the only one who knew how to really deal with Santana.
Santana doesn’t need a 100% sapphic goddess. Santana doesn’t need a hot NYC girlfriend.
She needs her best friend,
Santana needs Brittany.
The only one who truly understood her. And loved her for who she really is.
My cousin has two deaf parents and just posted
“You don’t know the struggle until you run out of toilet paper and everyone in your house is deaf.”
and i’m laughing reALLY HARD
I think it’s lovely how you can sit in a classroom and visualize having sex with someone and nobody will notice at all
do you know how many angry boys have messaged me about boners because of this post
GQ’s Breakout of the Year 2013: Michael B. Jordan photographed by Peggy Sirota.
“I don’t stop. It’s my nature. People have to tell me to slow down. I plan on playing every role on Broadway. I want to do Evita. I want to do Sweeney Todd with Chris Colfer. We want to do Wicked. I’ll be Elphaba and he wants to play ‘Guy-linda’. I want to do movies, make music. Glee is only the beginning.”