A/N: Hey ...guys? Lol I need a name for u ppl ; i call my twitter followers tweeties xD. So you guys never told me if you wanted longer chapters so I'm just gonna type until I feel the chapter's over. Also just wanted to let y'all know this story is now ... alternate universe! :P , sorry but I don't feel like making Sam live in a motel , plus it's kinda AU because I really don't know much about Santana and refuse to Wikipedia it because Wikipedia is LIES! Sorry i could rant on that forever but I wont (: On a different note I think fan fiction is bipolar :/ , and aside from that hello. (: Thank you for the reviews guys , I'm going to reply to them right now...
liltrix – thank you for ur honesty :P , but ya i know it's a but rushed, twas supposed to be that way xD , I guess I should have explained more but in my head it was like Sam started to like Santana when he was dating her but realized too late , so ya hope I cleared that up (: , but thanks again for your honesty.
SaraJune5 - aww, you are too kind (: , and oh my god! Finally! I was beginning to think i was the only one out there who was against Brittana ... my own best friend even went against me and started shipping them :/ , grrrr. Anyways thanks for your kind review (:
now without further delay I give you CHAPTER TWO :O
Chapter Two – McDicks
Sam sat down casually in the McDonald's booth closets to the back. He tried to ignore the way his body was practically making him feel like he needed to eat some McDonald's food, because there is no way he was gonna risk loosing his abs just so he could eat a chess burger. Then he saw her. Santana strutted in looking beautiful, Sam thought she always looked beautiful. She didn't seem to notice her at first so he had to wave to make her aware of her presence. But he was a little taken back when she approached him
"So remind me again why I'm here?"
"I ... uhhh..." Sam was kinda unsure what to say
"Okay well if your just gonna sit here in stutter I'm out."
"no! Santana wait. Your here because I invited you to hang out so that's what we're doing." He smiled to himself.
"I meant what are we doing at McDicks?" She raised her eyebrow. Damn. Sam thought to himself. Is it wrong that I'm turned on right now? Shit I think she realized I zoned out there for a bit.
"Well , umm ... wait? McDicks?" Sam questioned confused.
"Oh don't change the subject Evans. We both know that neither of us would ever risk out hot bodies by eating at this dump so, why are we here?" Sam was processing, did Santana just imply that I have a hot body? ...awesome.
"Do you realize that you just told me that I have a hot body?" Sam smirked at Santana
"Get over yourself. Lets go to Orange Julius." Ordered Santana. Did I mention she's kinda hot when she's bossy? Thought Sam.
"I could go for a smoothie, I know you walked her cause you don't have a car so do you want me to drive us over?"
"Well clearly I'm not gonna walk." Santana made it sound obvious.
"Okay well get in, and you never denied calling me hot."
"Listen up Evans!" Uh-oh Santana was in bitchy mode, "Just because I said you have a hot body doesn't mean I think your hot!" Sam raised an eye brow at her as if to say 'Oh really?' , "Oh just shut up and drive Trouty Mouth." And he did.
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Santana looked across the table to see Sam sipping his smoothie, he looked a bit distracted.
"Sam?" Sam suddenly looked up at her
"Yeah?" Santana shifted uncomfortably for a moment then asked with a soft tone in barley a whisper,
"Why'd you invite me to hang out?" And for that split second Sam thought he had seen her walls start to crack, but just as soon as he had spotted the crack, it was gone,
"I mean you don't wanna hock up with me and I'm already playing Karafosky's beard, I can't be yours too."
"Uhh ... Santana I don't know why you just started talking about Beards and Karafosky , but I wanted to hang out with you because you look like you could use a friend." He smiled at her.
"When you smile you mouth looks ridiculously huge. Just saying, and besides I have Britt." Sneered Santana as she tossed her hair over her shoulder. Sam thought back to earlier that week. He'd been there in the hallway when Santana had told Jacob that she and Dave were going strong, and blah blah. He of course already knew Santana didn't actually like him so it didn't hurt him much. But anyone with a brain could see that Brittany was upset.
"I thought you two were mad at each other?" He questioned her.
"...That doesn't matter, I gotta go." Santana stood up and was about to turn around to leave when Sam caught her wrist. He tried to ignore the spark when he did this he knew Santana wouldn't have felt that and it hurt.
"Santana, wait! I ... I know why you got so angry when Brittany said you played for the opposite team. It's because you thought she was telling everyone you're a lesbian not switching from cheerio's to New Directions." Santana gave Sam her famous bitch glare then hissed in a cold voice,
"Wouldn't you be mad if your best friend had made the whole school think you're a lesbian?"
"You shouldn't run from who you are." Santana in a quick motion whipped her wrist out of Sam's hand,
"I have no idea what your talking." And before Sam knew it Santana had stormed out. He didn't know why but he ran after her, shouting to her.
"YOU'RE RUNNING AWAY SANTANA!" He caught up to her when she stopped. Now he was facing her back. "You can't hide who you are, Santana." He could see her shaking, and hear low sobs. "Come on Santana, you have to talk to someone and at the moment I'm all you've got." Santana turned around to face Sam sporting another bitch glare. Most of the girls Sam knew cried pretty. Their eye's would fill with tears and slowly and silently roll down their checks. Santana was another story. She'd let loud sobs escape her lips and fast hot tears run down her face ruining her make up.
"Really, Sam? Really? You're "here for me"? What if I don't want you? What if I lost the only person I ever wanted?" Sam just stood there. People were looking at him but he didn't care. He didn't know what to say. He'd never been good with words. So he pulled her into hug. This caused Santana to start crying again. He just keep patting her back and telling her things were gonna be okay. This only caused Santana to start sobbing even louder. Then she looked up at him and sobbed out,
" "Things are gonna be okay?" I – I don't be- believe that bull sh- shit for – for one second!"
"Trust me Santana, everything will be okay."
"Trust you? The o- only person I ever tru- trusted wa- was Britt, an -and now she's gone! I le – let her go!" Santana yelled at him and started sobbing even louder which Sam didn't think was actually possible but apparently it was. If people weren't starring before they definitely were now.
"You need to trust someone Santana, and when you're ready I'll be here for you." Santana once again looked up at Sam for a second she was vulnerable , but then she was went to bitchy stone cold face, and whispered,
"I don't want you to be here for me." Pulled free of his grip and started running away. He wanted to run after her her really did but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
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Santana ran. She ran all the way across Lima till she reached her house. She ran up the front steps unlocked the door, closed it, sat against it and cried. She cried until she was all cried out. If it had been a few weeks ago Santana would have called Brittany no doubt about it. But now...she has no one. She was alone. Her best (and only friend) hated her, and her Mom was out every night getting drunk and sleeping at some guys house. So yes Santana was literally alone. She could clean herself, call Dave, and do some campaign shit but she just didn't want to be around him anymore. She needed to end it with him. Even if it was before prom and she knew she'd have an even lower chance at loosing to Quinn. She knew Britt loved her too, and she didn't care if Santana was crowned prom queen or not. So she picked up her phone and called Karafosky,
"Santana I don't want to do anymore campaign stuff, okay?" Santana griped the phone with anger.
"Well, I don't want to do anymore stuff with you Dave. OKAY?" Santana hissed
"Wait? Are you saying we're through?" Karafosky questioned
"Obviously." Santana spit out
"Fine then I'll just tell everyone your a dyke." He warned her
"Do that and everyone will know your gay." And with that she hung up. "UGH!" Santana screamed while throwing her phone at the wall. She walked over to the couch, curled up into a ball, turned on the broken TV, and fell asleep crying.
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Santana had woken up to some Spanish soap opera. She didn't like to admit it but she had a slight obsession with them. She looked at the clock, 9:30. She was already an hour ate for school and her Mom would probably be home any second now. So she started walking to school. She didn't get there to about 11:30 and didn't bother going to class because lunch was at 12.
Santana had noticed that she'd been spending most of her lunch hours alone. But today when she was eating her salad she heard a chair being dragged across from her, an looked up to see Sam sitting down. She immediately looked back down at her salad.
"I know you said you don't want me to be here for you but ... I wan to be here for you Santana." Santana just continued to stare down at her food while Sam spoke. "I know you need a friend Santana. I also know how you feel."
"You don't know anything about me." Santana whispered so quietly that Sam wasn't even sure if she had said it.
"Yes I do. I know what it's like to have your heart ripped out. That's what Quinn did to me encase you forgot. I know you love Britta-" Santana shot her head up and hissed out in a hushed whisper,
"How the hell do you know that?"
"I ... I uh saw you singing songbird to her." He admitted shyly. He could see the tears forming in her eyes as she stood up and growled at him,
"Stay out of my life!" Sam watched her run out of the cafeteria for a moment before getting up and chasing after her. She ran into the girls washroom's in hopes that Sam would feel to awkward about going in there. Clearly she was wrong when she saw the door fly open and Sam storm in,
"I SAID-"
"SANTANA! LISTEN TO ME FOR ONE MINUTE!" Sam had no idea why he's just done that. He'd hardly ever yell.
"Okay, calm your hormones." She mumbled. Sam struggled to find the right words,
"I really do want to be your friend Santana. Met me in the choir room after school. I have a song that will say everything I have to tell you." he smiled at her.
"Fine." She said in a motto-tone voice before she stalked off leaving Sam alone in the girls washroom...
Choir Room – After School ;
Santana walked in to see Sam tuning his guitar. She was hesitant to even come but did anyways. She didn't want to admit it but she honestly had nothing better to do.
"Okay I'm here. This better be good."
"Oh it will." He grinned at her. His mouth still looked ridiculously huge when he smiled. She may act like she hated it but she secretly loved his mouth. Next to his eyes (and abs) it was his best feature.
"Well," Sam started to tell her, "sit down and relax." And with that he started strumming his guitar and opened his mouth to sing,
I know how you feel inside
You're in love and so am I
But you're with some other girl
I should be the one by your side
She cheated
Made you feel no good
I told you that she would
I knew he'd make you cry You're broken Let me make it better Glue you back together Just give me a try Pretty pretty please Don't you ever ever feel Like you're less than, fucking perfect If you get with me I won't ever make you feel Any less than fucking perfect, you'll see At her house you found his clothes Tried to play you and say who's are those
She's so stupid
Here's how i know
what kinda genius would let
Perfection go
She's conceited, only 'bout herself
She loves nobody else
She ain't even fly
You're broken
Let me make it better
Glue you back together
Just give me a try
Pretty pretty please
Don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than, fucking perfect
If you get with me
I won't ever make you feel
Any less than fucking perfect, you'll see
It's gonna take time girl
To heal that hole (she left)
Exactly how long I don't know but
You got pain and I know a remedy
You gotta, start kickin it with someone like me
Now you're over analyzing all of your thoughts
Start to thinkin it's all your fault
But baby girl don't you go and blame yourself
she's just a douchebag
she's just a douchebag
OooOoOoh
I was hopin
You'd let me replace her
I would straight erase her
Right out of your mind
Pretty pretty please
Don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than, fucking perfect
If you get with me
I won't ever make you feel
Any less than fucking perfect, you'll see
Pretty pretty please
Don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than, fucking perfect
If you get with me
I won't ever make you feel
Any less than fucking perfect, you'll see
Sam put his guitar down and stared into Santana's eyes, "So, what do you think?"
A/N : cliff hanger :O ... kinda , we still have to see Santana's reaction. (; So that song was a little harsh towards poor Brittany :( , I actually love Brittany just not Brittana. :P , and I had to change some of the "him's" and "he's" in that so it would fit into Santana's situation.
That song was called, Fuckin perfect by Travis Garland. It's a cover of P!nks fuckin perfect. So yeah REVIEW ! XD , hah reviews are my new crack xP