Santana Quotes Glee Novels & Stories

“Exactly. Holly and I talk about oolong and chamomile. We debate steeping times. We once spent an hour ranking herbal blends by emotional impact.” I stared. “That’s… disturbingly wholesome.” “She’s like family,” Santino said. “I swear on my nonna’s biscotti recipe.” I nodded slowly. “Okay.” Santino leaned back, then hesitated. “I’ve actually started seeing someone,” he said. Dante perked up. “Wait, what?” Santino smiled. “Her name’s Giulia. She’s a violinist. Smart, sarcastic, and she thinks my job is ‘mysteriously boring.’”

The worry of being rejected is still there, but Santos must have the courage to say it. How can you know the result if you don't say it directly? When Santos wanted to express his feelings, he took off his glasses first. Santos looked at Sherly deeply without blinking. Just as his mouth was about to speak, the wind blew towards him, causing something to catch in one of his eyes. Santos stopped. He had to take care of that little problem first. "Ouch... my eyes are drooping." Like a child, Santos rubbed one eye. "There's so much dust here, I can't stand it anymore," he muttered softly.

Then, once the music stopped, they made their way to the front of the room, to join Anna and Jeremy. “Looks like speech time,” Summer said, reaching for her champagne. Anna went first. Her speech was short, sassy, and funny, making everyone laugh. But the ending was moving and filled with love. “As Dr. Seuss once said: 'we are all a little weird, and life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness and call it love'. Thank you, my love, for choosing… this little weirdo… For loving this crazy person who adores you with all her heart.”

Murmurs of confusion. I shake my head, my amusement melting. “Oh, you poor, clueless souls.” My voice drips with pity. “Do you even realize what you’re saying?” I let the silence stretch before delivering the final blow. “Your so-called ‘Alpha Santa’—the one granting your wishes, giving you gifts, ensuring your survival?” I slowly lift my hand and point directly at Elijah, who stands rigid, his expression unreadable. “That’s him.” The crowd freezes. Elijah’s eyes widen just slightly, a flicker of something crossing his face before he quickly masks it.

"Oh? So, how do you want me to say that, huh?" "Joaquin, enough." Santi stood in front of Tessa to get her attention. "We're sorry. We didn't mean for you to hear those things. We were just messing around, we hope you can forgive us." Tessa looked away, as if she was still upset. "By the way, I believe we haven't properly met. Hi, I'm Santi." Tessa's eyes turned to Santi's hand. She seemed reluctant to accept it, but when she saw me looking, she sighed before shaking Santi's hand.

Sana's eyes wide at the realization but it was too late. Gracie was frozen. 'What? No, no wait! Whaaat?' She screams internally with an astonished expression painted on her face. The painter? One and only Sana, the cheerleader who's got every guy wrapped around her fingers. ☆.｡.:* .｡.:*☆

“Santino…” But Santino shook his head violently, his voice breaking. “You all treat me like a child, like I don’t matter. But I’m part of this family too. And now I find out everything at once — my sister’s scandal, Andres got her pregnant, the company falling apart. Do you even realize how betrayed I feel?” The room fell into stunned silence. Ainara sobbed quietly, Celia’s hands trembled, Jaime’s jaw tightened. Santino’s fury filled the study, his words echoing against the walls, leaving no one untouched.

I’m about a quarter of the way through when Ariana walks in. She eyes the ice cream and follows suit, pulls out the Cherry Garcia. We tap the cartons together “Cheers,” we say. “Okay, tell me what happened,” Ariana says with concern etched in the lines of her face. I gesture down my body, my cheeks blushing as I speak. “Well, you know, Santiago’s disgusted by me.” Ariana’s eyes scan my face and skim down my body. “Somehow, I doubt that.” “He stared at me then fled like he was evading arrest.”

Santiago. He looked stupidly gorgeous in a dark shirt rolled up at the sleeves, showing forearms that deserved their own movie. “Well, well,” he said with a slow smile. “Didn’t think you'd have the strength to come partying.” Sienna subtly nudged me. “I’ll… um… go talk to my grandma,” she squealed, dashing out of sight. Santiago and I chuckled at her behaviour before our eyes found their way back to each other. Santiago stepped closer, letting the music swallow us both. “You look beautiful,” he said.

“I’ll marry you, blondie. Whenever you want.” I roll my eyes, trying not to laugh when Priest gives Connor a killing glare. “Thanks, cutie, but you’re a little too young for me. Call me in five years, and we’ll talk.” Connor’s smile widens. “Trust me, I can show you that I’m all man. Just give me a chance, and I’ll prove it.” Santana snickers, smacking the back of her brother’s head with affection. “It’s not going to happen, jailbait.”