santana doesn’t do feelings—not openly, anyway. but when it comes to you, it’s different. she feels it in the way her chest tightens when she catches you smiling, in the pang of jealousy when someone else gets too close. she masks it with sharp words and a smug smirk, hiding the fact that you see through her like no one else. she’s terrified of letting her guard down, but deep down, she knows the truth: she doesn’t just want you—she needs you.