A/N: Okay, so it might seem like it's going a bit too fast with Blaine almost questioning his sexuality, and I hate when fics go super fast and the characters have some Jack and Rose Titanic sort of love. So bear with me, it'll get good, I promise! :) oh, and each new chapter begins in Santana's POV, unless it says otherwise, just FYI.
October
Blaine and I had become friends. Like, good friends. We're like those gay friends who are really touchy feely with each other, everyone in glee thinks it's really freaky, and Kurt fucking hates it. But it's awesome. And even though I would never say it out loud, I kinda love the little hobbit. I guess it's a good thing he already knows it.
One day we were hanging out after glee at my apartment, just chilling and watching a movie.
Blaine looked at me and said "Let's do something else, I'm bored."
"Blaine it's Friday night, let's go do something, well I don't know, fun? Puckerman's having a party tonight."
"Will there be alcohol?"
"It's Puck."
"I'm in" He grinned at me. I smiled back.
We got to Puck's house at about 9, there were about 50 or so people, and more pouring in. Once we entered, I saw Puck eyeing me from across the room. Now I remember why I stopped going to Puck's parties. He tries to get in my pants every. fucking. time. I mean sure, I had sex with him once or five times, but that doesn't mean he can just screw me any time he wants to.
"Fuck, let's go get something to drink." I grabbed Blaine's hand and dragged him over to the table with all different types of booze on it. I grabbed a beer; I didn't want to get too sloppy. I looked over and saw Blaine looking at me. "What?"
"What are you running from?"
"Puckerman, I swear he tries to fuck me every time I come to one of these things."
I pulled him over to Puck's living room; all of the furniture had been pushed against the walls to make more room. I grabbed Blaine's free hand in my own and we began dancing.
We just danced and laughed for at least thirty minutes, and after 3 beers I was feeling a little tipsy. I started to sway, beer bottle in hand and Blaine caught me by my waist.
"Hey, San, let's go upstairs, you look like you could use a minute." He chuckled. I nodded and let him lead me up the stairs. I imagined what this looked like to other people, a gay guy and a lesbian going upstairs holding hands and laughed out loud.
"What are you laughing at?" "Nothing, B."
We got into one of the rooms and plopped down on the bed. I laid down on my back and Blaine sat on the edge, resting his hand on my bare knee.
"Santana, are you a lesbian?"
I shook my head, and then shrugged. "I don't think so, maybe I'm bi. I've never had feelings for a girl other than Brittany, maybe she was my gayception."
"Gayception?"
"My gay exception." He chuckled.
"What about you?" I asked. "You're one hundred percent gay, right?"
He threw his head back and laughed at me. "Hell no."
"But… but B you said… to Rachel… one hundred percent gay."
"I just said that because I didn't like her."
This time it was my turn to laugh. "I love you, B."
"Last time I checked, you were the weepy, hysterical drunk."
I looked at him and let out a short, squeaky laugh. "Whaaat?"
He just smiled and went to lay down next to me. "Hey, B. B. B."
"What?"
"We should slow dance. You know like dooodoodoodooooooo."
He gave me a weird look and said, "Why?"
"'Cause you're the sexiest motherfucking person on the planet, that's why!"
"O…kay…" "Wheeeee!"
I pulled him up and we began slow dancing the old fashioned way, him with one hand on my waist and holding my other hand.
I started singing the song "I'll Be Seeing You" by Billie Holiday, causing him to drop his head to my shoulder and laugh breathily into my neck, giving me chills. I just kept singing.
I'll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day through…
In that small café;
The park across the way;
The children's carousel;
The chestnut trees;
The wishing well.
He lifted his head up and rested it on top of mine.
I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day.
In everything that's light and gay
I'll always think of you that way.
I gave his hand a light squeeze.
I'll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new;
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you.
Blaine sighed contentedly.
I'll be seeing you,
In every lovely summer's day
In everything that's light and gay
I'll always think of you that way
I'll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new,
I'll be looking at the moon,
But I'll be seeing you.
We continued dancing slowly for about twenty seconds, not wanting to let our happy moment end. It wasn't necessarily a romantic moment for either of us, but it tied us together in some way. We both realized that it wasn't just some song, that both of us felt this way for eachother. We were bound together now, and wherever we end up, as friends or more, we'll be seeing eachother.
December
"Get off me!" Blaine yelled at me.
"I'll get off as soon as you tell me what the hell you want."
"I don't need a Christmas gift!" I rolled my eyes. Why does he have to be so gentlemanly all the time?
"B, I'm getting you one whether you like it or not so it would be appreciated if you just help me out."
"I'll tell you something I want if you get off of me!"
I sighed and got up from the position I had pinned him in on his bedroom floor; he popped up immediately, instantly more cheerful.
"So…?" I asked.
"So what?"
"So what do you want?" Jeez, he has the attention span of a hamster sometimes.
"Oh, yeah that." He pursed his lips for a moment. "I guess you could get me like, a shirt or something? Oooh! A bowtie! I need a yellow one."
Sometimes I think he's begging me to make fun of him.
Before I could voice this, he said "What about you? What do you want?"
I thought for a minute, before it dawned on me. A wicked smile crept across my face as a terrified look came upon his.
"I know exactly what I want..." I trailed off, walking in a slow circle around him. "I want you to stop wearing hair gel."
"But Sannn, I look like a caveman without hair gel."
"No you don't, I've seen you. It makes you look hot." By this point we had both professed our mutual physical attraction towards each other. This didn't prevent him from blushing a light pink and smile slightly at the floor. I took this opportunity to weasel my idea into his brain. I walked up to stand in front of him and put my finger under his chin to lift his head from its position to look him in the eyes. He was a few inches taller than me, so I barely had to lift his head an inch before I caught his gaze.
I moved my hand from under his chin to the side of his face, slowly trailing my hand up until it grazed his hair, and then brought it back down to rest on his shoulder.
"Blaine, trust me you look fucking gorgeous with your hair all curly. Plus, you gotta give them bitches something to hold onto." We both looked at eachother, a battle of wills. Stare intensely, or laugh?
We laughed.
A/N: That felt really long writing it, but I guess we'll see. I really liked this chapter for some reason, keep reviewing please, I'm open to suggestions, and credit will be given if I have an idea derived from one of the reviews! xoxo, elle :)