The Guest
Bas's pov
The day had finally arrived for Santana to come over for dinner and I was very much a wreck. I was overhearing the phone call between Marley and the Latina of my dreams, in which the latter seemed a bit taken aback by the invite, but accepted it nonetheless. A small smile of hope adorned my features at the sound of her melodious voice chirping out a "Sure, I'll be there at 7." Now all I had to do was keep my nervousness in check and busy myself in the kitchen getting dinner ready. Like killing two birds with one stone.
Trying to focus on the task at hand instead of on her luscious curls and fiery personality, I quickly shook my head to clear my thoughts and began my quest for ingredients to make the chili; a dish I knew was high on her list of favorites. I spent probably four hours ensuring everything was perfect for her before I went to make myself presentable.
Not fifteen minutes later, I found myself calling for help "Marley!" when she walked into my room, she immediately clasped her hand over her mouth to hold back her laughter "Dude, your closet just exploded on you." I allowed myself to join her in a few chuckles before begging with my kicked puppy face "Help me! What do I wear?"
She smiled "Relax. It will all be ok."she then proceeded to make me do a few breathing exercises with her to get me breathing normally again, or, better said; breathing, period. She then hugged me and smiled "Santana is lucky to have you like her. She's lucky she's going to see the real you. I know she'll love you, I just know it. " she then broadened her grin and winked at me "Sisterly instinct." I smiled "Thanks."
She grinned "No problem. Now for your outfit." she began rummaging through my closet until she found a blue v-neck, tossing it in my direction "This style of shirt looks great on you and the color brings out your eyes. Pair that with black jeans and some shoes, and you're good to go. I'll do your hair for you." I smiled gratefully. Despite not liking many people manipulating my famed gelled spikes, Marls was one of the few people who almost made my hair look as good as I was accustomed to make it. She hugged me "Bassy, everything will be fine."
A few minutes later, the doorbell rang; and upon opening the door, I came face to face with Santana Lopez; my heart skipping a beat, butterflies filling my stomach. I then got a hold of myself and stepped aside, holding the door for her "Come in". she smiled "Thanks. The food smells delicious, and I had no idea you could cook. You're holding out on me, Meerkat." failing to conceal a blush, I smirked "I like to surprise people. Who knows what you'll find out by the end of tonight; Miss Lopez."
She smiled "You really seem to have changed since all this. I have to say that I'm impressed. Sure, I love our back and forth and our bickering, but I have to say I'm loving this new side to you." I smiled softly " It's not new, I just don't always let my guard down enough for him to shine through." and so our conversation and date turned from minutes to hours, until we had been seated at the table for over four hours, and she had to go home. As I walked her out, she smiled
"Thanks for all this. I- I love you, Sebastian." that was music to my ears, and I grinned, not caring that she could see my beet red cheeks "I love you too, Santy." then, just like out of a fairy tale book, we kissed. I had to question if it was real once or twice.
