Love-Hate Situations
A/N: First actual attempt to write Pezberry so please R&R. This is just a one-shot/drabble for now unless you review for more.
"Why do feel a need to take over people's lives?" I yell at Santana, straining my throat.
She just stands there for a moment, outside my door. Her arms crossed, trying to keep warm in her thin fur jacket. I want to offer her in but it would seem quiet weird to let my own enemy into my sanctuary.
"I don't" She breathes out smoke coming from her lips.
I can tell she is freezing because her teeth begin to chatter. I have never seen her this calm though. Her eyes are kind and no anger is visible. I slightly hold my door open wider, inviting her to come in. She shakes her head.
"Come on Santana it's freezing out there." I tell her, opening the door even wider.
The breeze blows in and covers my arms with goosebumps. She takes just one step in and looks around before stepping back out.
"What's wrong?" I ask, reaching out for one of her cold arms.
"I love you, I just had to tell you that before Quinn did. Because Quinn loves you too." She says quickly.
I grasp her arm when she looks away and I pull her slowly into my home. When she is finally in with her two feet, I close the door behind us.
"Then why did you treat me like you did?" I ask, keeping hold of her arm.
"Love-hate situations that's all" she responds.
"That's all?" I question and she nods.
I hug her in a tight embrace, she returns it.
"I love..." I try to say but she stops me.
"Don't say it..." Santana commands me, meeting her eyes with mine.
"Don't ever say it"
"Why?" I ask, she answers with a kiss.
"Your the love I am the hate, no one can love hate." She quietly whispers, resting her chin on my shoulder.
"If you are hate than I will be the one who loves it." I whisper into the core of her ear.