In which Santana struggles to keep from hating herself, and even her grandfather cannot completely keep her demons at bay. Which contains the line, "She’s going to break out of this town one day, and she’s going to run until she forgets what it’s called." An angsty introspective fic set in the summer before S3 (written before S3 canon, so not Santana's canon grandparent here). This hurt like a punch in the gut, repeatedly, but it was also so, so perfectly evocative. Full of unbearable summer heat and other more internal torments. I loved Santana here, and her grandfather, too, and was very relieved he could give her a hug when I couldn't.

In which Santana grows up, healthy and well and whole. Well, this hit me in the stomach in the absolute best way possible. All of my crazy Santana feelings resolved in one sweet, strong chord.

In which Santana and Kurt and Blaine decompress after Jean's funeral. I love this so much it's a physical ache in my chest. Beautifully clear-eyed and hopeful. Which contains the lines: "Kurt wanted Blaine and knew to wait. Maybe it wasn't a lack of courage. Maybe he could just tell that Blaine wasn't ready for what they are together - that odd relaxed intensity, that acceptance so utter it's a little alarming - before Blaine knew him, really knew him, and trusted him. Kurt kept on believing in white knights against all the odds, and somehow managed to create one out of that belief. Not the stiff, formal, overconfident boy he first met, but this smiling creature he can casually bicker with and love as hard he likes knowing he'll get exactly as much back. Maybe no-one had ever let Blaine be everything he is before. Maybe no-one else ever saw all of him and didn't frown over at least part of him."

In which Kurt and Blaine and Satana are all broken and lovely and good for each other. This fic is gorgeous and hilarious and practically perfect in every way. Also, I think the Blaine POV broke me. It shook my heart apart in a lovely, fluttery way, like butterflies alighting or something equally corny. ONLY THE CORNIEST OF ANALOGIES WILL DO FOR BLAINE "PUPPY PUPPY YOU JUST REFERRED TO YOUR HEART AS A PUPPY" ANDERSON. This Kurt and this Blaine are beautiful souls and I'm glad Santana gets to be friends with them.

In which Santana lets herself go with Kurt and Blaine and Joni Mitchell's Blue mixing themselves up in her head and her heart. ;__________________; This was honestly beautiful. I listened along with them as I read, and this fic sincerely does the album justice.