Activity level: Same as Sam’s. Haha.
Ships: Brittana, Santana/anyone
Name: Santana Lopez
Relationship status: Single
Personality: Bitchy, Bossy, Honest, Sarcastic, Loyal to her closest friends
Bio: After high school, Santana wandered around doing odd jobs in New York, mainly singing in clubs. She finally gave in and is in school for business, in hopes that she can start her own jazz club. She still considers Brittany to be her first true love but she is bitter because she threw that away because she wasn’t true to herself.
Location: Brooklyn, New York
Santana sat at the bar of Louis 649 alone swirling her glass of bourbon. She wasn’t a girl for bitch drinks. They did nothing for her. When she sang, she couldn’t help but look out into the audience. The jazz club was usually filled with couples. All kinds of couples. Young, old, men, women… but they all had something in common. They all had someone and Santana had no one.
Of course, she knew it was going to be like this. She just didn’t know how to be herself. She spent the longest time covering herself up, hiding her true identity so that she wouldn’t be subject of ridicule. So instead she ridiculed others. She thought that all would come to an end as soon as she was with Brittany, the one that brought out the best in her… but old habits die hard. She pushed the only one she truly cared about away.
What was she left with? Absolutely. Fucking. Nothing.
Santana stopped swirling her drink when she noticed that the bartender tapped her shoulder. Her break was over. She downed the bourbon in one gulp. She daintily wiped the corners of her ruby red lips and strutted back to the stage.