Minute 3

With the coming of prom and Nationals fast approaching, both Sam and Santana hardly seemed to have any free time. Neither complained much since much of their time was being spent together.

"You two are going to kill it at Nationals!" Mr. Schue said as he applauded at the couple on stage. The two tried hard not to smile, but found it hard not to. "Specially at the end, that move was incredible!"

"It was Mike's idea and he taught it to us," Sam said following Santana down the stage towards to where Mr. Schue was standing.

"Well, it is fantastic. Now I know Nationals is in three weeks away, but I want you two to spend thenext three days devoted to prom. Enjoy yourselves, you've earned it."

"Thanks," Sam called out as Mr. Schue walked away. When he was gone, Sam turned to face Santana. "So, prom?"

"What about it?" She asked back, narrowing her eyes.

"We're going together, right?"

"Are you asking me to go with you? If you are you really need to come up with a better way to do it."

"Wait," Sam says, holding her back the moment she decided to walk away. "Santana Lopez, will you do me the honor of letting me be your date for prom?"

"You're such a cheeseball," Santana replied letting go of him. She took a step closer to him, however, not breaking eye contact. "Yes, I will go with you. One, it'll help you win Prom King and two, God only knows what you'd wear without my approval."

"You make a valid point," Sam said and gave her a quick kiss.

"As always," she replied before leaving the auditorium.

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"Sup," Noah said as he leaned against Santana's locker.

"Eugh. What do you want?" Santana asked pushing him away so she could open her locker.

"I'm about to grant your wish. You and I are going to prom," Puck replied grinning.

Santana let out a laugh. "Did you hit your head on your way to school today? I'm dating Sam and we're already going together."

"You're still with him? But it's been more than three weeks."

"Yeah, so?"

"You never stay with a guy for more than three weeks. Well, except for me."

"We were together for a month. And your point is?" Santana asked avoiding his gaze. Of course, he'd use this against her. Santana had always made it a habit of never staying with a guy for more than three weeks. Specially if she was sleeping with them. But technically, that didn't apply to her and Sam seeing how they weren't doing it. Which she had to admit was kind of surprising. But at the same time nice. He wasn't interested in her for that, even if sometimes their make-out sessions went past just making out.

"Don't tell me you're suddenly going steady," Puck broke her train of thought.

"We're just going to Prom, not getting married." She closed her locker and looked at him. "What happened with you and Lauren anyways?"

"Being with her is killing my reputation. If you and I go together, I can boost it up, win Prom King, have an alibi for when I spike the punch bowl and get some action afterwards."

"You're disgusting," Santana said and was about to leave before Puck grabbed her arm. "Hey, let go of me!"

"Come on," suddenly Puck's voice came out pleading. "Weren't you the one who said in middle school that we we're going to own prom?"

"I said I was going to own prom," Santana said making eye contact with him. "And you can forget about getting some from me ever again."

"We'll see about that," Puck replied annoyed, letting go of her hand and walking away.

"Whatever," Santana muttered and walked away.

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"Andale mija!" came the voice of Mrs. Lopez through the stairs.

Santana glanced at herself in her full length mirror once again. With the dress she had on and Sam as her date, she knew for sure she was going to own prom. Maybe she wasn't running for Prom Queen, but when Sam won Prom King every girl in McKinley would be even more jealous of her than they already were.

"Coming!" she called out. She sprayed some perfume on herself and walked out of her room towards the stairs. As she descended she saw made out Sam's figure sitting in between her two older brothers. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, her father was there to greet her.

"A Lopez all the way!" he said very proudly, holding out his hand to her.

Santana rolled her eyes and let her dad lead her to the living room. Her brothers looked up at her as she came around the couch they were sitting down. So did Sam, but dared not move at the expense of her brothers. Noticing this Santana quickly got annoyed.

"I told you guys not to scare him!" She said smacking both of her brothers on the head.

"We didn't," replied the eldest, Ray.

"Yeah," agreed the second oldest, Marcos. "We just set the guidelines for him."

"Shut up," she said, before looking at her dad. "Papi, you promised."

"Yes, well...," Mr. Lopez cleared his throat and Mrs. Lopez jumped. "Time for pictures!"

Sam stood up at this and carefully, under the watchful eyes of the Lopez' put the wrist corsage he'd gotten Santana on. Their eyes met for a moment before they turned to face the camera. After a couple of pictures, Santana began getting frustrated.

"All right, ma! This is the last one," she said posing with her mom and Sam. The moment the picture was taken she dragged him out the door.

When they were safely a few blocks away, Sam parked the car and laughed.

"What?" Santana asked confused.

"Why didn't you warn me about your dad and brothers?" he asked.

"I thought it'd be fun and it was," she said grinning.

"You look beautiful," Sam said, reaching out for her hand. "I would have told you the moment I saw you, but I was squeezed between your brothers."

"Wimp," was all Santana could say before looking away, her cheek slightly redder.

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After Santana had finished singing the last song for the night with Mercedes, she made her way towards Sam. "You're not upset are you?"

Sam looked at her and shook his head. "Not really, at least one of us won."

"It was a really cruel joke though, but nothing can bring down Kurt," she said as she looked for Kurt and Blaine in the dance floor.

Sam came up from behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I would have rather you'd win Prom Queen though."

"Are you drunk? Did you drink the punch?" she asked making a face at him. She suddenly remembered what Puck had said about spiking the punch.

Sam laughed and let go, even in the dark she could see him turning red. "Yeah, I am. Let's go get some coffee. I'm gonna go get our coats."

She felt bad at having had embarrassed him, but she had never been into corny stuff. But then again, she knew Sam could be very cheesy at times.

"So much for your boyfriend Sam winning Prom King," Puck came out of nowhere drinking punch from a plastic cup.

"Yeah, I don't see you with a crown either," she replied, smirking as she walked away.

"Wait," Puck said as he caught up with her.

"Go away, Puck," she said as she looked to around to make sure Sam wasn't coming back.

"Why? I'm not doing anything," he said before he got closer to her. "Come on, you're not really serious about him? Are you? He's just a boy, you need a man like the Puckzilla."

"I don't need you," Santana said backing away. "I don't need anyone. And I meant what I said, I'm never sleeping with you again, even if Sam and I ever do break up."

"Ever is an awfully long time," Puck replied, not moving. "You know where to find me if you ever get bored."

With that he walked away in the direction of Artie and Brittany. Santana watched them go and was caught off guard when Sam came up behind her.

"I think I just want to go home," she said taking her coat away from him and putting it on. Without waiting for him she made her way out of the gym. Sam followed her without asking if anything was wrong, since he himself was also tired.

"I had a really good time," he said once he'd parked across from her house. Santana nodded but didn't say anything. When he leaned in to kiss her, it suddenly felt uncomfortable.

"I'll see you on Monday," she said breaking off the kiss and getting out of the car. She ignored her parent's calls from the kitchen and made her way to her room. For some strange reason, she began to fight back tears. It wasn't fair. For once she had something nice and Puck had ruined it. She had yet to figure out how, but she knew that if it hadn't been for him she wouldn't be feeling the way she did now.

She took off her dress, didn't bothered to take off her make-up and climbed into bed. She had never really stopped to think much about her relationship with Sam, at least not since the Rachel incident. She just knew she liked being with him because he made her feel special. Something no other guy had done, not even Puck. She hadn't stopped to think of what people thought of her. She'd always been the bitch with no heart, but now here she was about to make more than a month of being in a relationship with a guy. Now that she was thinking about it, she realized how much this relationship was really changing her. She hadn't even taken Sam's virginity, something she should have done the first week they started dating.

I guess, I'm going to have to fix that, she thought before falling asleep.