Santana Quotes Glee Novels & Stories

The letter was well written with graceful handwriting. None of her friends wrote that way at their age. She opened the letter and whispered the words to herself as she read it out loud Dear Year, No human shall spend their christmas eve crying alone on a park bench. When you feel lonely play this violin, for the sound will fill your heart with hope. And you, my dear Nebu, are the last person who should spend christmas alone. From: Secret santa. She figures it wouldn't be anyone she knew, because why would they give her a violin.

Chesed arched a brow. Santi’s eyes darted from Chesed to Crista and back again. His throat worked hard to gulp down his fear. “I… I ask for mercy. I didn’t… I couldn’t have known she was your mate.” Santi pleaded for his miserable life. “And that makes it better?” Crista and Chesed questioned in near unison. I could hear Damon, Alexander, and André snickering behind us. “That’s just adorable.” André snickered. “N… no. But… I…” Santi was grasping for anything… some defense but was coming up short.

Sane was certain that his was bright red as well because he was never used to singing in front of someone. “Do you remember when we used to sing? Sha-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la tee-da Just like that Sha-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la tee-da, la-tee-da…” “So hard to find my way Now that I'm all on my own I saw you just the other day My, how you have grown Cast my memory back there, Lord Sometimes I'm overcome thinking 'bout it Making love in the green grass

But boy, do I want to smack his arrogantly handsome face. “Thank you.” Unfortunately, I have to endure Connor’s presence because Santana continues the conversation. Surprisingly enough, he and Declan remain silent. As I continue to stand there, I can feel the heat of Connor's stare. He must hate the fact that Santana and Declan like me. I heard that Santana is not a fan of Connor’s revolving door. Not that I’d be one of the women taking a spin, considering he thinks I’m just a silly girl. If he only knew.

I said, and sighed, "Where the hell is Santos? We need to get out of here." "twelve lives later, and you still haven't lost that sharp mouth of yours," Santos said when he appeared, but he didn't look insulted. He had a smile on his face. "You did well," he said to me. "yeah, well, you didn’t leave me with a choice." "or you had a choice. You could have smeared your blood across that door and taken your friends. But you stayed and you unlocked a very vital part of you. I'm impressed."

Santana. "It seems like you needed a doctor," Sasha quipped as Dr. Santana hastened to Lila's side. "Thank you," I murmured to Sasha, then turned my attention to Dr. Santana, who was now meticulously examining Lila's condition. Dr. Santana faced the nurse with a sense of urgency. "Have any tests been conducted on her?" The nurse, appearing uneasy, nodded. "And the results?" she pressed. The nurse handed over a report, stepping back as Dr Santana scrutinised the contents. My anxiety mounted when I noticed Dr. Santana's eyes widen in shock.

"Yeah, you got me, I'm that Santiago Castelo, but please don't gawk at me as they all do." "Oh please come off it, you bet I won't," I beat the air to dismiss the idea. "Oh, you're one of those who pride in their beauty?" "That sounds like a description that suits you better because you just finished boasting about yourself." "If not that you're this pretty, I'd never agree that you aren't gawking at me.” "I'm Sabrina Sanchez," I changed the topic.

"If you touch a single hair on her head, Santino, I will burn everything you have ever loved to the ground. I will turn them into ash. I will dance in the ruins of your life." Santino doesn't get angry. He doesn't even flinch. He just throws his head back and laughs. It is a loud, mocking sound. "You? You are an amateur, Hailey. You play at being tough, but you are just a girl. Girls like you are ornamental. You are meant to be looked at, not to lead. You are like a pretty statue in a garden beautiful, but powerless." He stops laughing and stares at me. His gaze is chilling. "I do have to give it to you Hailey. Pushing my mother off the stairs? Even I was chilled."

If San is no longer here, you will receive the privilege of having my illustrious, beautiful, annoying presence. - In those moments that I miss him - I say smiling. - Me too - Says a little downcast - He would torment Sabrina so much that I would no longer be the focus of his anger, maybe I would even be his hero who would punch San for teasing her. Everything would work itself out. - He smiles imagining it but I see his sadness when he talks about Santiago. -No sad mood in this room, that's where I work, but want a scarf to get over your ex? - I say cynical

Jerking, I managed to knee him in the groin. He pushed me against the wall, his palms planted beside me as if he was my lover, simply leaning in for a kiss. When he spoke, his hot breath skated down the side of my cheek. "My intent is not to hurt you, Serena, but I will be forced to if you continue with this behavior. You're going to be taken good care of. That much I can promise you." "Why? What does Santana want from me? I can't help him any longer. The case is out of my hands. He's a monster, just like you are."