Sanibel Island (7/27-7/29)
Hailey really didn’t plan much for their weekend together. Why plan something when it’s supposed to be a relaxing time for them both?
Saturday morning, she drops off the dogs at Peter’s place since he willingly said that he would watch them, then packed up their stuff in the car. Santana got out of the shower and both of them got coffee to go then hit the road towards the island. The road trip was fun, like it usually always is with them, that consisted of junk food and music.
After they got to the hotel, they first off made quick work of breaking it in, then changed into their bikinis and went straight to the beach. This is what the weekend consisted of for the most part. Hanging out in the room, exploring and going out to the beach. And Hailey wouldn’t have changed any of it.
The one aspect of planning that she did have? Well…it basically happened spontaneously. Santana was taking a nap and she decided to go out and look for a present to give to her girlfriend. Little did she know, that she would be returning to the room and plopping the present down on the girl’s stomach. The Latina woke up to a puppy sniffing at her face then licking it. But the smile that came on Santana’s face was completely worth it.That probably had to have been one of the more fun/relaxing weekends that they have had in a while.
Santana Lopez is the best first and last girlfriend I could ever ask for. No one else can replace her, no matter how cheesy that sounds. She’s feisty, adorable, and smart. Everything that I tried to find in all of my exboyfriends was found in Santana. She’s perfect despite any ‘flaws’ that she may think she has, which…let’s be realistic, she knows how amazing she is. Her confidence and courage are something that I admire the most. Because she stood up for how she felt and it’s something that she taught me how to do. I love Santana and I love our relationship. Whatever anyone else has to say about it can go sit in a corner for all I care because their opinions aren’t going to change that.
Baby, you can’t let them get to you. I love you. You know I love you. Brittany might be my best friend, and I may have loved her in the past, sure, but you?
You, Hailey Nicole Smythe, are my everything. You’re not just my girlfriend, you’re my best friend; who knows me in a way that Britt never could. You’re the first person I turn to when I’m sad or upset. The reason I wake up in the mornings, the reason I go to bed happy every night. You’re the person I think about and smile, just smile, because even the thought of you makes me that happy.
You’re the girl I get cocky and boast about to people I don’t even know. You’re the one who I get told off for staring at when we’re working together, and you’re the reason half the kids are confused about Jasmine’s sexuality.
You’re the love of my freaking life, okay? I never wanted to get married or settle down or have a billion kids, especially not this young, but now I’m with you, I think about our future all the freaking time. And it would normally terrify me, this, how serious I am about it, except that you make me feel so fucking safe and comforted and me that I’m not scared of anything.
Brittany will always have a part of me because she was my first love, because she helped me through the shit that was high school, because she’s Britt and we’ll always be us. But I built us, romantic us, up in my head because I confused first with forever. I somehow thought that we were the big old cliche of best friends together for life; which honestly, I’m pretty sure only the Jacksons can pull off. I built it all up in my head to be like that, and ignored the fact that it wasn’t how I felt, and so did Britt. We let ourselves pretend that the fact we were best friends somehow meant we were destined to be together, too.
But then I met you, and I realised how incredibly wrong I was. And I fought it and I fought it, because Britt wasn’t around and it wasn’t fair on her and it’s really fucking hard to admit you’re into someone else when everyone thinks you’re already with your soultmate, until I couldn’t fight any more. I broke up with someone I thought I was made to be with on the chance that me and you, a girl I’d only just met, had something special, because I felt something with you that I’d never felt before with anyone. Something that I still feel every day, okay?
Anons can say whatever the fuck they want, but they don’t fucking know what it’s like to love you. So incredibly fully that it’s like my heart is bursting with it sometimes.
You make me into some pathetic ball of loved up mush. I mean, look at me. I’m writing fucking sappy paragraphs about how much I love you. And I don’t even care, because it’s you. And I’d do anything for you.
…Except for stopping with the MJ bullying. It’s far, far too fun.
I feel like I’ve been sitting here trying to think of the right words to say to you, but I can’t. Because there’s probably not enough words in the world for me to ever explain that to you. Santana, you are my best friend, too. There are things about me that you’ll probably be the only one in the world to understand. Just like Peter and MJ, you and I just fit in a way that no one else has been able to fit with me. You understand me in a way that not even Sebastian or MJ can.
Anyone who really knew me before I came to Disney could tell you that I wasn’t scared of falling ‘in love.’ But honestly, I never knew what love was until you came into my life that one night at the bar. You may have had a girlfriend that was temporarily not around, but I just had to kiss you. Something about you pulled me in and I was just gone after that. That night when you sang me to sleep and all the other countless nights that you’ve done that, it just relaxes me.
And God, I just sit here and hum ‘It Will Rain’ randomly and it almost makes me think of how the song just fits us, you know? I can’t imagine losing you. Ever. My parents may not ever warm up to us but I don’t care because I just need you in my life. Papa loves you and Sebastian likes you. That’s all that matters. I can only hope that you’ll continue to sing that to me for the rest of our lives.
There’s no one else that I want to be with. Us being lazy and lame together is what makes me the happiest. My promises and words may never sound as good as yours but I will work the rest of our lives to prove it to you that you didn’t make a mistake in picking me. I may not be able to compare to Brittany in certain ways but I will always work hard to continue making you feel safe and comforted. One day, we’ll get married and have kids and just be us whether anyone else fucking likes it or not.
Santana, the way you explained how you felt…I have never felt so proud to be someone’s girlfriend before. I can only hope that these words can somewhat show you how much you mean to me. I’m so sorry that part of me is still insecure but it’s just how things have happened to me before. I would always be the one sitting there with a broken heart. Just..please know that I will do anything and everything for you, too. You have my heart. And I will always love you, no matter what.
Cinderella
Sailey: and in that moment, she knows. She hears Hailey saying those three words, but she’s already lunging forward, grinning widely as she pulls the girl into a kiss that’s definitely not appropriate for a family restaurant. She pulls back with a huge smile. “About freakin’ time, baby.”
A late birthday present for my fellow wiener: Lola. Because we all know Chelsea is the captain of the Sailey Ship.
We might be lame, but you’re the only one I can imagine laying here with me. There is no one else in the world I’d rather be with.
“I guess you could say I was going crazy in a way. Just crazy over you.” - Hailey Smythe
