LullaLies

Chapter 4

This Chapter focuses on Sam and Santana ~ Please review telling me what you think so I know whether to continue or not :D

Santana led Sam into her house by the hand. She couldn't help but notice how reluctant he was -but he didn't pull away.

"Santana? I don't understand. Why exactly am I here?" Sam mumbled as they walked through the kitchen, which was dimmed because the sun wasn't pouring through the skylight overhead due to the storm.

Santana didn't answer him, but instead pulled him deeper inside her home.

"I don't know where you're going with this…What's so important that I had to come here?" Sam's second attempt to get Santana to talk failed yet again. He sighed, figuring she had to tell him at some point. For the time being, however, her small hand gripped his and she led Sam up the stairs into what had to be her bedroom.

It was big and beautiful. A king sized bed with a purple canopy was placed in the middle of the hard wood floor. What amazed Sam the most was the huge glass window to his left, where he could see almost every other house in the neighborhood. The pitter-pattering of the rain continued.

"Nice View," Sam said casually as Santana took a seat on the bed, and gestured for Sam to join her. He hesitated but sat next her- with enough space between them.

"Yeah, you can see everything from up here," She smiled a soft smile and looked directly into Sam's eyes. After a moment she broke the silence, "I know you love Quinn," she said abruptly and Sam looked almost startled at the mention of his girlfriend's name.

"Yeah, you're right. That's why whatever plan you have to break us up has got to stop," Sam said calmly, "Because I love her."

Santana didn't seem surprised at his words, but almost offended, "I'm not trying to break you guys up. That would just be plain silly." She stood up and walked to face the window where hundreds of rain drops were racing to the edge.

"Oh?" Sam questioned her, staying put, "Then why am I here?"

Santana giggled to herself. Her black waves were bouncing up and down, as if feeling free from the usual restrictions of a pony tail. Sam was still not used to seeing Santana (along with Brittany and Quinn) without their Cheerios uniform. To see Santana dressed casually took the iciness off of her vibe.

"So, is Ms. Fabray feeling better now?" Santana asked, ignoring Sam's question.

"Yeah, Quinn's fine." He answered, "But you didn't tell me why I'm here."

"That's good. I was starting to get…worried." Santana turned around from the window to face Sam yet again. "The rain is just so pretty," she said in a whisper, "So delicate…Just like Quinn."

"Where are you going with this?" Sam muttered from his post on the bed, acting as if he didn't even want the answer.

"Rain feels good on your skin, and makes you feel fresh on the outside and good on the inside. But at the end, all you have is a wet shirt and sticky hair. The rain stops eventually." Santana was slowly making her way toward Sam. He looked puzzled at her metaphor.

"What I'm trying to say," Santana continued, "Is what you really need is a hurricane."

Sam looked at Santana, speechless. There was nothing to say. He felt no need to be with Santana. He knew what she was, and what she was doing. This was all just a game to her.

"Um, ok?" Sam knew Santana's tricks. He wasn't going to fall for it. "Well, I think I'm gonna head out if there's no emergency here." He stood up and made for the door.

"Wait!" Santana rushed to him, and placed her hand on his shoulder, flinging Sam around to face her. "You know Quinn has been fooling around with Finn, don't you? That she has been cheating on you?"

"Yeah," Sam said quietly. He took Santana's hand and removed it from his shoulder. "I know."

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