A/N:Thank you to everyone still reading and everyone who's been reviewing! I love you guys.

So, I won't be here next weekend to update unfortunately; I'm going on a Choir trip to L.A. from Wednesday night to Sunday night. Unless I can get Chapter 11 up by Tuesday night, I'm afraid no updates will come until probably the middle of the week after next weekend, or possibly the weekend after the next. I'll try though, it's just I have more of an idea for Chapter 12 than I do Chapter 11 right now.

To the people who want some Puck, I may put that in a little later, but I doubt he would be jealous, per se, maybe a little disbelieving. Or apathetic, haha. More Brittana-friendship shall come soon. Also, if anyone besides seekingelephants thought that it was odd for Santana last chapter to not want to indulge in PDA, it is true that she would not be uncomfortable with making out in public and such. However, it's the little gestures affection part of PDA that was new to her.

And anon reviewer "day"- if you want any help with that, feel free to message me! And thank you to all my other anon reviews, since I can't reply to your reviews.

Okay, enjoy the chapter! :D

During their time together being a non-couple (and now, a real couple), Sam and Santana had taken to watching movies together. It was probably watching Avatar that had started it (since he was absolutely sure Santana had secretly liked it). So now all Sam wanted to do was get her into all the other movies and shows he thought were undeniably awesome (i.e.: Star Wars, Monty Python, Star Trek).

Okay, so maybe this was really just a ploy to spend more time with her. Not that he really needed an excuse- they were going out, after all. But this was new to him. Obviously he'd gone out with Quinn, but everything had been routine and expected and normal. Dating Santana Lopez was definitely foreign territory, and he was honestly a bit apprehensive about the whole thing. Ecstatic, but apprehensive nonetheless.

And of course, Santana wasn't experienced in the relationship department either (unless you count the guys she slept with and toyed with as relationships: but Sam still preferred to try to forget about that).

When she arrived at his house that Saturday evening, standing there wearing a low cut striped sweater and jeans and her hair loose and slightly curled at the ends, he couldn't help the small intake of breath and the skip of his heart. They were the same reflexes that still seemed to persist every time he saw her. While it was true he was finding himself more and more comfortable around her (and he assumed vice versa), he couldn't help but feel just the tiniest bit on edge. As if she would realize her fatal mistake in pursuing an actual relationship with him and call the entire thing off.

But each time his mind started to go off on a rather neurotic tangent, Santana would smile genuinely at him or take his hand in hers suddenly at school and he'd be reminded that Santana did like him. While it was still, in fact, quite shocking, it always reassured him.

And she cocked her head at him just then, eyebrows raised, standing in his doorway, and he realized that he'd just been gawking at her without actually inviting her in. Laughing nervously, he hastily stepped aside and gestured for her to enter. Santana rolled her eyes affectionately at him while making her way inside.

"So I was thinking of what you and I should watch tonight-" Sam began.

"Sam," Santana cut him off, putting her bag on the table when they made their way into the living room. "Your movie choices basically always suck."

"Okay, woah. First off- my movie choices do not suck," Sam retorted defiantly. "I am a master at picking movies. And second, you totally like them."

"I do not, they're all lame," Santana snorted. "Who wants to watch movies that have like, huge nerd fanbases who sit around and probably have discussion panels at the fucking Comic-con?"

Sam raised an eyebrow, half-smiling. "You know about the Comic-con?"

"I-no-never mind that," Santana spat indignantly. "The point is: I should get to pick what we watch." And with that, she sat on the sofa with finality.

"Fine," Sam relented. "What movie?"

Santana sighed, crossing her arms. "Well, normally I would suggest something actually fun to watch like Bring it On or Buffy, but it's not like I brought anything, so I suppose we have to make do with whatever you have. I still get to pick specifically out of your horrendous selections, though." Somehow she managed to keep her tone both sharp and playful. Sam laid out some DVDs on the table, and Santana scanned them. He sat down on the sofa beside her, watching.

"Oh," she said, picking up one of them. It was Transformers. "Besides the fact that the whole 'autobot' thing is unbelievably dumb, Megan Fox is hot."

"Actually, that fact is the only reason I own it," Sam said appreciatively, but hastily added after she hit him on the arm, "-but you're hotter."

"Hell yeah I am," Santana laughed.

They ended up watching random movies On Demand, both of them grabbing for the remote out of the other's hands. Sam kept opting for The Karate Kid, claiming it was classic, while Santana kept on wanting to pick over-dramatic Lifetime TV movies.

"They're so stupid that they're funny," she defended, and Sam reluctantly had to agree.

After a while, they started to settle into the couch: Sam sitting up with his arm around her, and Santana with her legs curled up and resting against him. It had happened somewhat involuntarily, and it felt surprisingly natural. Like their bodies just fit together well. He glanced at her; her eyes were lit up and bright, and as she watched the screen, unaware of his gaze, she seemed lost in her own world. Her lips, painted glossy pink, were curved into a small smile and her face was relaxed. It was an expression that one did not often find gracing the countenance of Santana Lopez, but it was Sam's favorite. He noticed she did not have as much makeup on as she usually did, and Sam preferred that. Her beauty was, for lack of a better word, stunning. He wasn't sure if she realized it. Of course he knew she thought herself attractive (and god, that was definitely an accurate description), but Sam wondered if she ever looked into the mirror and knew how beautiful she was. He doubted she did.

"Hey," Santana said suddenly, her voice sounding lazy.

"Yeah?" Sam murmured, his fingers absentmindedly running through her ebony hair.

"Tell me something random about yourself."

"Like what?"

"I don't know, anything," Santana prompted. "Like, why did you transfer to McKinley?"

"I guess it was because I wanted a more normal high school experience," Sam said after a moment of thinking. "I didn't really feel like I fit in at my non co-ed school anymore. My parents were hesitant at first, but then they didn't mind."

"Your family seems…nice," Santana stated abruptly.

"I guess so," Sam laughed fondly. "Yeah, my parents have always been supportive. And my little siblings can be annoying as hell, but I love them anyway. I don't know. Anything I have to say about myself is probably boring. And you pretty much know my interests. Tell me something about yourself, San. Besides the fact that you're an ex-cheerleader and can tear down anyone you want with ferocious words." He added the last part jokingly, for there were many different sides of Santana Lopez; he just counted himself lucky he saw her unguarded.

"Well, what else is there to me?" Santana asked rhetorically, sounding somewhat bitter. "I'm a bitch, plain and simple. And if there's anything to say about my family, it's that we're not nearly as chummy. Not that I really want to be friendly with my parents."

"Hey, no," Sam said firmly. He shifted a bit so he could look at her fully. "You know that there is way more to you than that. I know that, and I don't even know you half as well as I want to."

"Why…" her voice trailed off, and for the first time during the conversation, she turned her head and her deep brown eyes met his. "Why do you like me?" Her tone was quiet and vulnerable, and Sam fought the urge to put his arms completely around her and not let go- because it seemed like it was so hard for her to get it. And how was he even supposed to explain this? When it was, truthfully, hard for him to wholly understand too?

"Honestly, I often find myself doubting whether you really do like me," Sam started, trying to choose his words carefully. "Because this is so new to me. Us- we're different. We're not your typical couple. Whatever. But Santana, you have to know that my feelings for you are real. You have to know that I like you because I see a Santana that most people don't see. I see a Santana that laughs and smiles genuinely, and makes me laugh. Someone who loves watching bad old 90's TV shows yet won't appreciate the true classics that I try to get her into." She laughed a little at that. "I see a Santana who is fun to be around, who puts up with my jokes and impressions and I can't believe that is actually sticking around with me. A Santana who is confident, a Santana who is insecure. But most of all, I see a Santana who is beautiful." And all of that was in earnest. It was remarkable, really, how good Santana could make him feel. How when they were together, they worked together.

Santana sat up, edging off Sam's shoulder, her hair covering her face, and Sam moved forward with her. He furrowed his brow, concerned, and opened his mouth to speak, worried he had said something wrong somewhere. Then she spoke first.

"I don't think anyone's called me that before," she said. "'Beautiful', I mean. That's so stupidly cheesy." But when she finally turned her face to him, she was smiling: a smile that almost seemed sad, yet grateful. Her eyes reflected wonder and contentment at the same time.

"I'm only saying it because it's true," Sam said seriously, reaching out to push her hair back, and her eyelids fluttered when his hand touched her face. "Besides," he added, grinning, "you knew I was the sappy type."

They simultaneously leaned in towards each other then, as if propelled by the same rhythm, and he kissed her, lips parting. A kiss full of appreciation- and desire, too, that became more apparent when the kissing became faster and the tempo increased. His heart beat rapidly and it was becoming harder to think; and as they began to inch down into the sofa, it was even harder to grab hold of his rational mind when he was practically straddling her. As if propelled by a force by which he could not control, he found his hands wandering up and down the sides of her body. Santana's hands were tangled in his hair. His kisses moved to her neck. A moan escaped her lips, one full of lust, and it brought him to his senses (even though it had only turned him on more). He sat up, breathless and dazed, and she propped herself up with her elbows, looking rather disheveled.

"Well, that was…" Sam couldn't find the words.

"Better macking than with Quinn?" Santana supplied, smirking, but her cheeks were flushed. Though he and Santana had obviously made out quite a few times, they had never been so syncopated with each other; never had they been so lost in the other's cadence.

"I…yeah," Sam agreed finally, running a hand through his hair. "But if we ever decide to go farther- if we want to- well, you know-"

Santana rolled her eyes.

"-I just want it to mean something, I guess."

"Actually, as much as it's weird that I, of all people, am saying this, I do too," Santana said sincerely.

He beamed at her, and she mirrored it. They resumed their prior positions with Santana resting comfortably against his shoulder. As Sam turned to the TV, he realized that they had forgotten completely about movie choices, whatever they picked at this point, he couldn't care less.

A/N: 'Cause they don't actually care what they watch, as long as they can get their cuddle on. Haha, I hope you liked this one, and I hope the dialogue didn't seem unnatural- but I wanted more interaction like that between the two of them.

The only background I know from the show, unless I forgot something, was that Sam went to an all-boys school. I know the show hasn't elaborated on his family yet, but does anyone know why he started to go to McKinley? Let's just pretend, for the sake of the fic, that it was for the reason I made him say. xD Oh and on a side note, for some reason, thinking of movies/shows they respectively would like was hard- at least, for Santana's to clash with his. But I totally watch stupid Lifetime movies with my friends, and sometimes they're actually scary.

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