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“Santana! Wake up! Happy Halloween!”, Brittany shook Santana awake at seven in the morning. Santana rubbed her eyes, and turned to look at the girl in front of her. “Britt, what are you- AAH!”, she shrieked. What she saw before her wasn’t just Brittany, but Brittany with a scary werewolf mask. “Rawr! Good morning, happy Halloween!”, she smiled beneath the mask. Santana sat up in her bed, and stretched while groaning. “I hate Halloween. I get scared at everything!”, she exclaimed. “Really? But you’re so tough! I thought you’d love Halloween!” “there’s a reason I only dress slutty for Halloween”. Brittany looked at her wife with confusion, so she elaborated. “.. One time I wore a vampire outfit and I scared myself so hard when I looked in the mirror that I started crying”. Brittany burst out laughing. “Today is going to be hell for you!”
“what’s that supposed to mean?”
They got dressed, and went to a little café around the corner of their apartment. It was decorated with spiders and ghosts, Santana didn’t like it one bit. “Look at the little spider! Isn’t it so cute?”, Brittany beamed as she pet a fake spider with too many eyes to count. Santana looked away, and had to stop herself from walking away that moment.
They sat down at a table. “hello ladies! What can I get you? For this Halloween we have a pumpkin cake pop!”, a barista said once she got to their table, dressed as a skeleton. “Good morning! I’ll have a green tea please, how about you darling?”, Brittany spoke. Santana didn’t respond immediately, looking at the barista in fear. Brittany grabbed her hand, and she snapped out of it. “uhm.. I’ll- I’ll have a black coffee please”, she muttered after a while. The barista walked away, and Santana turned to her wife.
“Honey, are you okay?”, Brittany asked. “see, this is why I hate Halloween! It’s the one day that I’m not a bad bitch!” they both laughed as their drinks came to the table.
That afternoon, they met up with some friends from high school. Kurt, Blaine, Rachel, Sam, Artie, and Mercedes. After catching up, they all decided to go to a haunted house, to the dismay of Santana. Ever the baddie, she decided to suck it up and go with them, to prove how fierce she is.
She’d soon regret this decision.
They entered the haunted house, and everything was pitch black. Santana immediately clung to her wife’s arm. “Blaine, isn’t this so cool”, Kurt exclaimed. “If we’re not paying attention to the puppets, then sure!” “I thought you loved puppets?” “… Shut up”
As they moved through the haunted house, Santana hated life. She yelled at quite literally everything, even Artie asking if she was okay. She hit a scare-actor halfway through, and refused to apologize. She kept her eyes shut from that moment on.
Once they finished it, Santana didn’t open her eyes for another ten minutes. From that moment on, everyone knew her one weakness: Halloween.