"Physical therapy, huh?" Tina couldn't help but grin at this, just for the innuendo alone. "You don't happen to have any hot lesbian clients, do you? If not for yourself, maybe throw a few scraps my way?" She was only joking, of course and gave Santana a small, gentle nudge in the arm with a wink. It wasn't like she was going to sit here and talk about pulling other chicks when there was an undeniable chemistry bubbling between them. It was really odd for Tina to experience, because she had been so intimidated by people like Santana back in school, but sooooooo much had changed, and changed within her, that it was like her high school self was another person completely these days. She had self-confidence and drive, and sure, even some bitchy sass of her own when she needed it. She had grown up, and it looked like growing up really worked well for Santana too. Tina had no choice but to be impressed. She was liking what she was seeing and hearing. Liking it a lot. "Do you like your job, though? I mean, I jokingly complain about mine, but I actually love it. Never, ever something I could have anticipated seeing myself doing in a million years, but I sort of feel like it's what I am made to be doing." But then Santana's lips were on hers, and it was a forceful, yet chaste kiss. She wet her lips in the wake of it and tilted her head a little. "Mmm, nope... going to need more to really formed a complete evidence-supported opinion," she added with a smirk.
"I can handle the Puckzilla, and he knows it too. I think I deserve a medal putting up with him and Blaine over the years. Of course, it's been a constant battle with Rachel over who is the better hag, but I'm clearly way hotter and more successful than she is. We sort of have a love/hate thing going on. Frienemies or something. She's not my biggest fan. Thinks I should have stayed married to Artie, but I can't blame her for her opinion. She doesn't know the full story, so it's uninformed, so to speak." She lined up another round of shots, balancing the shot glass between her fingers, and she gave a small shake of her head. "Nope, I had a hot, hard fuck with his carbon copy... when I was still married," she revealed and then took the second shot because this time, she really needed it.
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"I can handle the Puckzilla, and he knows it too. I think I deserve a medal putting up with him and Blaine over the years. Of course, it's been a constant battle with Rachel over who is the better hag, but I'm clearly way hotter and more successful than she is. We sort of have a love/hate thing going on. Frienemies or something. She's not my biggest fan. Thinks I should have stayed married to Artie, but I can't blame her for her opinion. She doesn't know the full story, so it's uninformed, so to speak." She lined up another round of shots, balancing the shot glass between her fingers, and she gave a small shake of her head. "Nope, I had a hot, hard fuck with his carbon copy... when I was still married," she revealed and then took the second shot because this time, she really needed it.