What do you do for your girlfriend's birthday/Valentine's Day when you're in the fucking hospital and can't go get her a present?

It was super hard to get up and go to the studio this morning. Santana looks so cute when she's sleeping, I didn't want to leave her. :(

I think I dreamt getting married, because I don't ever seem to have a husband around. Oh wait, maybe that lump slumped over the toilet bowl was supposed to count this morning, but meh.

I'll be over around 3. Cool? Let me know if I should bring something for you. Other than food.

I can't win. I'm going shopping.

Who? Brittany and Tina (lolwhut)
Where? Brit's dance studio, followed by Emack & Bolio's for ice cream
When? 6pm-ish on whatever weekday we're saying this convo occurred
What? Ice cream; Tina thanking Brittany
Rating: PG/PG-13

Tina wasn't exactly sure what to feel as she approached the dance studio where Brittany worked. Before she always felt insecure, sometimes inferior when it came to Brittany. But now? Knowing that she owed Artie coming back safe to this girl who usually wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box? Tina knew she needed to thank Brittany somehow - the sweet girl had, whether she knew it or not, done Tina a great favor.

Feeling oddly neutral as she reached her destination, it dawned on her she didn't know whether to wait outside or if Brittany was expecting her to come in. After a few moments of deliberation, Tina braced herself and entered, looking for Brittany's familiar face.

Who? Brittany and Tina (lolwhut)
Where? Brit's dance studio, followed by Emack & Bolio's for ice cream
When? 6pm-ish on whatever weekday we're saying this convo occurred
What? Ice cream; Tina thanking Brittany
Rating: PG/PG-13

Tina wasn't exactly sure what to feel as she approached the dance studio where Brittany worked. Before she always felt insecure, sometimes inferior when it came to Brittany. But now? Knowing that she owed Artie coming back safe to this girl who usually wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box? Tina knew she needed to thank Brittany somehow - the sweet girl had, whether she knew it or not, done Tina a great favor.

Feeling oddly neutral as she reached her destination, it dawned on her she didn't know whether to wait outside or if Brittany was expecting her to come in. After a few moments of deliberation, Tina braced herself and entered, looking for Brittany's familiar face.

Gotta fly to England tomorrow. My best mate from high school passed away. I'll catch you all when I get back. Apologies if I had anything planned with anyone.

Who: rockstarwarbler and iwannabedirty
What: Properly catching up with food!
Where: Fabray-Hummel-Bradford place
When: Saturday afternoon
Rating: PG-13, at least, for language

Santana didn't have any classes on Friday, so she was lucky enough to be able to sleep in. She woke up to texts from Facebook on her phone, including one from Brittany. She pouted a little and commented to playfully scold her fiance for not waking her to take her to work. After a few more moments of making herself comfortable, she got up to make herself breakfast and get ready to meet up with Blaine.

The beef tamales she'd promised him took a lot of work to make. Normally, she made them with her mama and papa or other relatives. Still, since moving to New York, she was practiced enough in making them on her own. She had already printed out the recipe and had a big paper grocery bag of all the ingredients she'd need.

She hadn't properly caught up with Blaine since he'd arrived in New York, and so much had happened since then. She was excited to see him. It had been way too long. It had been a long time since she'd been at the Hummel/Fabray apartment, too. Well, Hummel-Fabray-Bradford now, she supposed. She slipped into the building hefting the bag in one arm as she knocked on the door. "Hey, Blaine, it's San! Is it open?"

Who: rockstarwarbler and iwannabedirty
What: Properly catching up with food!
Where: Fabray-Hummel-Bradford place
When: Saturday afternoon
Rating: PG-13, at least, for language

Santana didn't have any classes on Friday, so she was lucky enough to be able to sleep in. She woke up to texts from Facebook on her phone, including one from Brittany. She pouted a little and commented to playfully scold her fiance for not waking her to take her to work. After a few more moments of making herself comfortable, she got up to make herself breakfast and get ready to meet up with Blaine.

The beef tamales she'd promised him took a lot of work to make. Normally, she made them with her mama and papa or other relatives. Still, since moving to New York, she was practiced enough in making them on her own. She had already printed out the recipe and had a big paper grocery bag of all the ingredients she'd need.

She hadn't properly caught up with Blaine since he'd arrived in New York, and so much had happened since then. She was excited to see him. It had been way too long. It had been a long time since she'd been at the Hummel/Fabray apartment, too. Well, Hummel-Fabray-Bradford now, she supposed. She slipped into the building hefting the bag in one arm as she knocked on the door. "Hey, Blaine, it's San! Is it open?"

Going home with flowers, chocolates, a book of love cheques, and When Harry Met Sally on DVD.

I'm either going to get it all shoved up my ass, or he'll actually forgive me.

And it's not even Valentine's Day yet.