AN: So I suck big time. I said I'd have this done but I didn't and I ended up getting busy with baby stuff and I just forgot :( But now I have some down time and you can rest assured that I am almost done with this story. I only have three chapters left so hopefully I'll have the down time to get them up asap because I've been looking forward to finishing this for forever! I'm just super bummed that I haven't done it yet. It really depends on if my son can take long enough naps so that I can clean before jumping on my computer. But I hope you enjoy and thanks for following my story.
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Reason 8
Santana Lopez is a flirt, and she is a flirt of the worst kind. She isn't the type of flirt to just flirt; she the flirt that flirts to tease me while pretending that she's flirting with others. Look, I don't even make any sense. That's how confusing this woman is.
I noticed this sometime during our sophomore year and it continued on through junior year. At first it didn't seem like anything more than innocent fooling around. She'd be in the hallway talking to some random boy while lightly touching his arm, or she'd sit on the desk of another boy while pretending to be asking for help with her homework. But nothing is innocent with Santana Lopez. It didn't take long for me to realize that when she was flirting in the hallways she would be standing next to my locker, if not within the immediate vicinity. She also didn't need any help with her homework. She was incredibly intelligent and had top grades, but it seemed like she needed help with the subjects we shared for a classes. Additionally, if she really needed help with her studies, she could have just as easily come to me for help considering our mother's made us study together at least once a week.
That wasn't the end of it though. While she flirted I would catch her occasionally glancing in my direction or she would be throwing me smirks when her partner wasn't paying attention. That's when I figured out that she wasn't really interested in any of the guys she was playing. The trick was trying to make me jealous and it became blaringly obvious when she approached me to ask me to accompany her on a double date.
We were sitting together at the coffee table in my living room, wrapped in heavy blankets with our textbooks open before us. We had the fire place turned on to warm the cool winter air but it barely helped in heating the large room.
"Hey," she said without taking her eyes off of her notes, "I'm going on a date this weekend with Noah Puckerman and I want you to come. He's really grabby so I don't want to be alone with him. I've already invited Quinn so you won't feel like a third wheel."
I sighed, "What was the point of agreeing to a date with him if you didn't want to be alone with him?"
She shrugged like she didn't care to answer my question. Instead, she continued on in silence with her note taking while she twirled the end her braid around the index finger of her free hand. It was at times like these that Santana seemed human. On nights like this where it was just the two of us, when she didn't have to uphold any certain image of herself, her company was almost comfortable. She didn't wear make-up; she would braid her hair loosely over her shoulder; and she would come over wearing sweat suits, or basketball shirts and t-shirts. I too also made myself comfortable around her and chose pajama pants over designer jeans and opted for my glasses over the contacts that I'm never seen without. It reminded me of the time after she had got her first period when we would sit together, holding each other's hand. It was a real moment between us without any facades or playful banter, so I figured I might as well speak with her seriously as the chances we had to be honest with each other were few.
"You know, you don't have to keep playing this game with me. I know what you're trying to do" I told her as I gave her a stern look from behind my glasses.
Finally, she looked up at me, her face expressionless. "I don't understand what you mean. If you're going to confront me about something, then tell me straight up what you have to say. Otherwise, keep your whining to yourself."
I threw my blanket off of my shoulders, suddenly feeling very heated with anger. "You," I pointed my finger at her, "have been trying to make me jealous. Don't play stupid with me. I'm not fucking blind!"
Santana smirked, leaning back and crossing her arms as she stared me down. "That's funny. For what possible reason would I have to make you jealous?" she asked while thrumming her fingers against her bicep.
I growled at her, "I have no idea why but I am in no way attracted to you or interested in your pursuits so you can just stop. This thing you're doing has no effect on my whatsoever."
If I didn't think she could do something to throw me off balance, then I forgot it was Santana Lopez I was dealing with. She crawled towards me until she was a few centimeters away from sitting in my lap, reaching for the glasses on my face with her long slender fingers. Her fingertips lightly grazed the bridge of my nose as they closed around the frames and pulled them off of my head. Instantly everything became a blurry mess, but I could still make out her form placing the glasses on the table before she turned back towards me. Then, instead of stopping at my knees like she did before, she continued forward until her legs were placed on both of my sides and her arms snaked around my neck. I could feel her lean forward and place her lips to my ear, the scent of vanilla and limes rolling off of her and into my nostrils. "If you're not attracted to me," she whispered, "then let me spend the night with you. I'll cancel my date tomorrow and we'll just stay in, doing whatever it is that best friends like us do."
I wasn't silly enough to play her game, but I didn't want to back down from a challenge with Santana Lopez. In her own right she was a frightening existence to deal with but she wasn't something I hadn't grown to handle. However, I was torn between giving her the okay or rejecting her. Sure, she'd spent the night at my house before, since we were childhood friends and all, but something felt significantly different this time. If I said no then I'd be letting on that I was attracted to her, and I most definitely wasn't. Unfortunately, if I said yes then she'd stay the night and I had a very strong feeling that she wasn't planning on sleeping in the guest room. So I tried for a third option.
"Give me back my glasses. You can stay but you don't have to cancel your date. Flirt with him to your heart's desire, but I won't be going," I gently pushed her off of my lap. She didn't return my glasses but left me alone all the same.
That night she sneaked into my room and curled into my bed with me. Her back faced me and she kept her distance. It felt uncomfortably cold.
She was gone before I woke in the morning and when I had seen Noah at school he told me she'd left him hanging so he spent the evening with Quinn. We never brought that night up again, but after that Santana Lopez flirted with me and me only. I could tell it was all a game with her because she got angry when she couldn't get a response out of me.
Stupid flirt.
She drives me fucking crazy.
