“Stop fidgeting, Brit.”
“But…but it hurts….” the blonde whimpers with the most pitiful of frowns as Santana tries to ‘treat’ her scrape.
“No more jumping on beds then, K?”
“I….. slipped…”
“I know you did.”
“Caaaaan……I get a feel-better kiss?” she points to the band-aid on her cheek.
Santana rolls her eyes and obliges, “Not the kind of kiss I had in mind…..feel better now?”
“Much! :)”
…….can I have a lollipop too
for Erin (ok it’s been at least 5 years since I’ve done a digital painting so please forgive me for how this turned out -___-)
