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-DASHER21 ; I really don't know how to reply to this with out ruining the fic for you so uh, thanks for the input and please continue to review (:
-SaraJune5 ; really? Awe well I'm glad you thought it was cute (: , and haha I know right? I really wanted Sam to leave just so I could make the story all dramatic but ... I just couldn't :P. I actually wrote it where at first he left and... I couldn't go through with it. It would have been like cutting my arm off because it would make my own life more dramatic. Which is just stupid. So, yeah; be happy he's staying (:
disclaimer: ya I own glee now which is why I haven't uploaded in months (; jokes. Still don't own glee :( & i don't own any songs in this chapter :) well i bought them on iTunes but that doesn't count
A/N: this is a long A/N (sorry) but I suggest you read it...
I changed my user name! :D ... it was BeanieLovesGlee but now I'm SabrinaRiveraCriss ;P What can I say? I'm obsessed with Darren & Naya. :3 & I apologize in advance for grammar and spelling mistakes! I worked really fast to post this for you guys! Maybe I'll get a beta for the sequel. Who know?
FIRST THING I HAVE TO SAY! I HAVE HAD MAJOR WRITTERS BLOCK! -_- please forgive me and love me and not go on a fan fiction riot...Moving on, I've realized that chapter eight didn't have a title, my bad. In relation to chapter 8, I know absolutely nothing about Rhode Island University. I live up in Canada and I'm a minor niner xD. So I apologize if anything and or everything I write about university isn't accurate. I only choose RIU b/c it's close to the settings of the sequel...Did I mention I've already written the sequel? I know, I know, I'm awful! I should NOT start other fics when I'm in the middle of this one.
In regards to THIS chapter since it deals with Sam and his whole V card going out the window scenario I had to write the scene like a million times so I could get it right. I hate great difficulty writing that scene, just btw. Clearly I'm not going to write explicit details on Sam/Santana sex but you know I had to write the basic smut stuff that lead up to said scene. Plus since I'm a single 14 year old girl, do you think I have a lot of experience to base this scene off of? Noooo. And I got bored while writing it sooo it's kinda basic. Like super basic. So don't worry it's not to smutty. (:
This chapter was difficult to write for two reasons,
I'd start typing and go "I really should be working on my culminating tasks." or "I should be study for exams." or "maybe I should go hang out with my friends, and you know, have a life." So then I'd do that.
I had writers block. Like serious writers block. Like hard core writers block.
OR
I'm more excited about the sequel and I'd rather be writing that. But you know without this chapter (very crucial to the sequel. Like extremely crucial. Extremely. Sorry I should stop before I give away spoilers.) the sequel would make no sense.
Now I will end this A/N by saying; SORRY! Sorry this thing is like a page on Microsoft word... also sorry i haven't updated in months...literally. Sorry I'm giving you excuses! Sorry i probably wont be able to upload for at least another couple months after this; concerts, camp & annual family reunion at the cottage :/. but because I wont be able to update for ever I'm making this chapter really long! So long it should be two chapters xD speaking of concerts I SAW GLEE LIVE JUNE 11th! IT WAS THE BEST CONCERT I EVER SAW! AND NOT JUST CUZ IT WAS GLEE! xD Well sorry about my ranting I'm going to shut up now. Enjoy chapter nine! :)
Chapter 9 – It only hurt a bit, I still feel like shit
Earlier that night Sam and Santana had attempted to watch "Hot in Cleveland" but about 15 minutes Santana decided she wanted to get 'her mack on' so she did, and the continued making out for a while when Santana broke it apart and started to rant excitedly about how if when they go to RIU together they could rent an apartment together and do this every night. But of course Santana had for the moment forgotten that Sam hadn't been accepted yet and who knows, he might not even get accepted. After a while of awkward silence Santana broke down and told Sam he could VOD one his lame sci-fi movies. Sam ended up not leaving Santana's house until 1:30am.
His curfew was normally 12, sometimes 12:30 on weekends so when he awoke on the couch with Santana cuddled up against his chest, he wanted to stay. Like really wanted to stay but his mom would probably be up waiting for him. Not to mention freaking out.
As he approached the house he knew his mother was going to lecture him on how he should; have his phone with him at all times, pay better attention to time, and not make her worry like that. Then she'd probably rant on about stuff she's angry about that has nothing to do with Sam coming home late. As Sam made his way to the front door he wasn't surprised in the least to see the living room light on.
"Samuel!" Mrs. Evans shouted as her son entered the house.
"I'm –" Sam started to apologize but got cut off.
"No! I don't want to hear it. You're late. Like really late. So shut up and go to bed."
"Mom, I really am sorry..."
"That's great." Mrs. Evans mumbled, "Now give me your phone." she said more sternly this time.
"Good one mom." Sam told her with no attempt to hide his laughter.
"I'm not kidding Samuel. If you break the rule's there's going to be consequences."
"But...I've never been grounded before."
"Well there's a first for everything." Sydney told her son. "Now give me the phone," she held out her hand, "and get to bed."
"fine." Sam grumbled while pulling his phone out of his pocket and throwing it into his mothers hands before storming up the stairs to his room.
"And for Jesus sake!" He heard his mom yell and turned back to listen to her, "Can you at least try to be quieter? Your brother and sister are asleep!"
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"Yo! Trouty mouth!" Sam heard Santana yell from down the hallway as he stuffed some books into his locker.
"Shit." Sam whispered to himself. He knew he was in for an old fashion Santana yelling at him session.
"Wanna explain why you didn't text me back once this weekend?" Santana yelled and slammed his locker shut.
"I – Sorry San. You know I wasn't ignoring you."
"No, I don't know that Evans."
"Santana, will you just calm down and stop over reacting about everything! I'm so sick of your God damn attitude!"
"My attitude? I'm not the one who got mad at someone for writing a song about their amazing mouth!" She didn't even know why she brought up the trouty mouth thing. Santana just found it necessary.
"Where the hell did that come from! And you know how much that song hurt my feelings!"
"Oh calm down bieber, you know I love your mouth. But back to the fucking point. Why the hell didn't you text or call me back this weekend? Sneaking around with Barbie? Everyone knows she's the one you want, a perfect, wholesome, blonde, honour roll student."
"Santana, how many times do I have to tell you that I don't want Quinn! You're the only girl I want. You're the only girl I'll ever want." Sam smiled at Santana and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "You're beautiful. Why would I want someone as dull as Quinn when I could have you?"
"Still doesn't explain why you never called me back." Santana mumbled refusing to look Sam in the eyes.
"I got grounded for coming home after curfew. Mom took away my phone." He shrugged.
"Oh." Santana laughed to hide her embarrassment. "I'm sorry I'm such a bitch, Sam."
"It's cool. You're actually pretty sexy when you get all pissed off like that." He smirked, his comment causing Santana to burst out laughing.
"Damn straight Evans. Now walk me to geometry." She demanded grabbing his hand.
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"Sam?" Santana said looking at their interlocked hands as they were walking to his house after glee rehearsal to do homework together.
"Yeah babe?" He smiled at her.
"We need to talk." shit. Sam wasn't an idiot. He may not of been in a lot of relationships but Santana had made him sit through a bunch of those ridiculous chick flicks that he knew 'we need to talk' were not four words any guy wanted to hear.
"um, shoot." Sam said with a shaky laugh, were his hands always this sweaty?
"I'd love be able to say, we can remain a long distance relationship but how often do those work out? Not often trouty mouth, and I don't know what we're going to do if you don't get accepted to RIU. I mean I could apply to some other places but it's getting late in the year and I already told RIU I'd be there and – I just don't know Sam." Santana let out a breath she wasn't aware she had been holding.
"I think we can manage." Sam gave a weak smile.
"I'm not saying I don't think we will...I'm just saying I'm not sure if we should be one of those long distance couples. I don't want to break up but, I think it might be best." Santana refused to look in Sam's eyes. She was already sad saying this, she didn't need to see the sadness and confusion in his eyes.
"Are you, suggesting we break up?" The way Sam said that; it made Santana's heart break.
"I don't want to–"
"Then we're not breaking up." Sam said through clenched teeth. He wasn't trying to be angry but he wasn't ready to loose Santana. He didn't think he'd ever be ready to loose her. He just saw Santana nod slowly and he squeezed her hand encouragingly.
"Sam I really think we should at least talk about it..." Santana whispered calmly not wanting to anger Sam.
"No. We don't need to talk about because we're not breaking up over college."
"Sam, you're being ridiculous! [insert Spanish yelling here]"
"Santana enough! I'm sick of this shit! Why don't you have any faith in us! You're always doing this! You think I'm going to leave you so–"
"Sam."
"Must you interrupt? I was kind of in the middle of a speech there San."
"You're hot when you're angry." Santana blurted out before realizing what she was saying and covering her mouth in shock.
"...Seriously San? That's what you're thinking about right now!"
"Have you ever had angry sex Sam?" Santana grinned devilishly at Sam while rubbing his arm, "It's super hot."
"Santana we're not going to have ... 'angry sex' while my mother and siblings are in the house. And no. You know I'm a virgin Santana."
"Ugh, tell me about! Most guys want to have sex but, nooooo, you have to be all 'I want things to be special! I'm not like those other guys Santana, I don't want to take advantage of you.' blah blah blah! Just be a douche for once in your life and have sex with me already!"
"Santana shut up!" Sam whispered as they walked up his porch steps. "I don't want my family to hear you complaining about your sex-less sex life!"
"Fine, maybe I'll just have to give Puckerman a call." Santana shrugged and winked at Sam.
"Unless you want Rachel to kick your ass I highly suggest other wise." Sam warned his girlfriend as he finished unlocking the door and steeping inside, "Ma, I'm home!" Sam shouted at his mom
"Oh hi honey! How was your day?" Mrs. Evans said with a huge smile and more excitement in her voice than usual.
"Uh, mom what going on?" Sam said cautiously.
"Well..." She said running into the kitchen and running right back out, "This very thick heavy envelop from RIU came in the mail!" She said handing it over to her son.
"Open it!" Santana urged. Sam flipped the envelop over to open it but noticed someone had already done that.
"Uh, mom, it's open."
"I know! I couldn't wait! YOU GOT IN!" Sam's mother screamed and Santana joined her.
"Oh my God Sam this is great! Now we can go to school together and sneak into each others dorms and maybe eventually get an apartment together." Santana ranted on happily with a huge smile on her face and Sam couldn't help but mirror her reflection.
"Gos, I love you." Sam smiled down at his girlfriend and kissed her softly on lips. It was unexpected but very Sam like, soft and sweet.
"Awe! Look at you two!" Sydney gushed at the two teenagers. "I'll leave you two alone while I go cook dinner." She winked before walking back into the kitchen.
"What did I tell you?" Sam smiled down at Santana, "We're not going to have to do any of that long distance shit because we're going to RIU together." Santana chuckled softly and grabbed onto Sam's hand.
"Let's go get a start on that Spanish homework," Sam suggested, "I could use all the help I can get."
"I won't deny that." She laughed at her boyfriend as he pulled her up stairs. She kinda loved the way Sam did this – the way he did everything. How he'd buy her her favourite Starbucks coffee every Monday morning just to see her smile on her least favourite day of the week. How he'd sit through her chick flicks when she knows for a fact he's rather be watching Avatar. Or the way he'd smile after she kissed him. The way he held her hand. The way he could always make her smile. The list could go on forever but the end fact is Santana loved him.
"Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you." Santana whispered shyly.
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SAMS POV
"I love you."
Did she just say what I think she said...
"I'm sorry, what?"
Santana looked at her feet looking slightly uncomfortable, "I said ... I love you." Santana smiled up me while she said the last three words.
"Really!" I asked unable to hold my excitement.
"Yes, really you big dummy!" Santana punched me playfully on the arm.
"'big dummy'? I don't believe I've hear that one before."
"Don't mock me Evans! Especially when I'm telling you I love you for the first time."
God, she was gorgeous. And I'm not just saying that because I'm her boyfriend. I'm say that because I'm her boyfriend. I'm saying that because she is. So I scoped her up in a totally cliche bridal style and continued to walk up the stairs.
"Ahhh! Sam put me down!" Santana giggled while I threw her down onto my bed. "Ouch! You didn't have to throw me!" she complained while picking up a pillow and tossing it at my head.
"Hey, I'm totally up for a pillow fight but I have something serious to say to you." I grabbed her chin so I could meet her eyes.
"I'm listening."
"I want to buy you a ring." I blurted out as fast as I could. I knew this would probably freak her out a bit but I didn't care.
"You, WHAT!" She screeched.
"Calm down, women. Not an engagement ring, I'm not that stupid, like a promise ring." I smiled.
"Sam, I am not going to go around wearing a ring saying I won't sleep with you until we're married." Just hearing her say 'we're married.' made my heart skip a beat.
"No..., like it'll promise that we'll stay faithful to each other. And when we get into fights you'll see the ring and you'll remember that we love each other and part of being a couple is dealing with the challenges of a reationship–"
"You talk to much." Santana said while grabbing the sides of my face and connecting her lips with mine. I could feel the urgency in this kiss. The want, the need. So I kissed her back. And I mean really kissed her. Not just my normal soft sweet kisses – which Santana said she did enjoy believe it or not but this one was rough and passionate. And I could hear a moan escape from Santana as I bit her lower lip.
"Shit San, I'm so–"
"That wasn't an unhappy moan Sam." She mumbled back before quickly re attaching her lips with mine. This time it was mean who was groaning in pleasure when Santana ran her tongue along the inside of my mouth. And suddenly I was brought back to realization that my family was down stairs.
"Santana, not that I'm not enjoying this but we need to stop." I mumbled against her lips between kisses and she pouted.
"But why?" She mumbled back while sneaking in more kisses.
"Because my family's downstairs and I'm having dinner soon." I explained and leaned in to continue kisses my beautiful girlfriend but nooo, she had be a pain in the ass and sit up from my bed.
"Fine. If that's what you want." Santana shrugged and started to put her books back into her back pack.
"Wait, you're leaving? But mom made dinner." I informed her probably a little too whiny.
"Yeah, but my mom's bringing some guy over. I wanna make sure he doesn't steal my stuff." She shrugged it off nonchalant walked over and pecked me on the cheek. "Bye Sam."
"See ya tomorrow."
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"So..." Sam's mom said to him at the dinner table while he picked away at his potato's.
"So what?" Sam laughed awkwardly.
"Are you excited for RIU?" Sydney smiled at her son.
"Yeah I'm really happy. I can't wait for university, honestly. I can't wait. I'm still a little surprised I got into RIU." Sam said in disbelief
"Well didn't you read the acceptance letter when you and Santana were doing homework?"
"Um, not exactly." Sam blushed.
"Oh, well you didn't get in for just cus you applied. You got in on a football scholarship.
"Seriously?" Sam said wide eyes nearly choking on his pea's.
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"Guess what?" Sam whispered into Santana's ear Tuesday morning as she was putting books into her locker, causing her to jump.
"God Sam! Don't do that!" Santana yelled at her boyfriend.
"Oh, sorry. But seriously guess!" He smiled excitedly.
"Hmm, judging by the look of excitement on your face I'm going to say...they're releasing a second Avatar movie?" Santana pretended to sound excited.
"Ha ha, very funny San. Well first of all, I got into RIU on a football scholarship! Like holy crap this is unbelievable!"
"Oh my God Sam! I'm so proud of you!" Santana hugged Sam tightly. "You really deserve this."
"Second of all I found a great song to sing to you in glee club."
"I do enjoy it when you sing to me." Santana nodded in approval. While Sam laughed
"And third of all, I got you a ring last night."
"Oh, Sam. I don't know about the whole 'promise ring' thing..."
"But San!" Sam whined, "It took me forever to find it! I had to make sure it was perfect! I had find a ring that wasn't too expensive but still looked expensive, was good quality and I had to make sure it'd be something you'll actually like and wear."
"I just don't see the point." Santana confessed. "I'd like to believe we'll be together forever and live happily ever after and all that crap but the point is, we probably won't Sam."
"What makes you think that?"
"Do you know how many high school sweet hearts actually get married and start a family and never get a divorce? I don;t know all the numbers here but I know it's not a lot."
"How do you know, that we can't be that couple? I believe in us, clearly you don't Santana."
"I do believe in us Sam! And you know what? Maybe I'm scared! Maybe I don't want to loose you in three years time! Maybe I'd rather just end this relationship before it goes on for too long. Before you realize I'm not good enough for you."
"Santana, seriously I'm never going to leave you. I love you and you love me. That's all that matters. Stop thinking about the future and just enjoy what you have in the present."
"That's kinda hard for me to do." Santana told Sam looking down at her feet. "I've never been in a real relationship before. And to be honest I don't I'd want to be serious with anyone else."
"Me neither! Ugh this conversation is getting so repetitive! So you know what you're going to do? You're going to take this," Sam pulled a ring out of his back pocket at showed it to Santana, "and promise me that you'll always be my girlfriend. You belong to no one else. Just me." He put the ring into her hand.
"It's beautiful." Santana whispered examining the ring. It was a simple silver band with a big silver heart and little diamonds up one side of the heart. "Okay."
"Okay...?" Sam questioned waiting for Santana to continue.
"Okay, I'll take it. Okay I'll be yours." She smiled up at her boyfriend while sliding on the ring, "But you have to swear to only be with me Evans because Santana Lopez does not share!" She pointed at him and started rambling on in Spanish causing Sam to laugh.
"Okay!" Sam reassured Santana, "I swear I won't go out with any other girls only, you, Santana Lopez, top bitch at McKinley high, hottest girl in all of Lima – correction hottest girl in the world."
"Now that's what I'm talking about!" Santana praised her boyfriend leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek before hurrying off to class.
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"Okay, settle down guys," Mr. Schuester called the glee club to attention, "hopefully you remembered to do this weeks glee assignment." He looked around to see some confused expressions on a couple of glee club members, "Don't you guys remember? It was to find a song that expresses something you've been trying to say but don;t quite know how to say it?" He asked hopefully.
"I remembered Mr. Schue." Puck smiled up at the slightly shocked teacher.
"Oh, uh, that's great Puck. So without further a do let's give Mr. Puckerman our undivided attention." Mr. Schuester told the group as he went to take a seat for Puck's performance.
Puck picked up his guitar and to everyone's surprise and started strumming the tune to a country song. The next surprise was that he looked at Rachel (who he'd recently became close friends with) and started singing Realize by Colbie Caillat . Santana thought it was cute that Puckerman had a crush on Berry but she couldn't really pay attention to the performance because she could sense Sam smiling at her the whole time.
Santana couldn't help wondering why Sam was smiling at her. Did he think she had prepared something to perform? Cus she'd completely forgotten about this weeks assignment and it's not like she could just pull something out of her pocket and BAM give an amazing performance. Well ... She probably could but that didn't mean she was going to. When Santana decided she was going to stop stressing about Sam's smile and listen to Puck sing about loving Rachel, Puck was done! Ugh Santana Lopez was not enjoying glee club today.
"Thank you Puck!" Mr. Schuester exclaimed while the rest of the group clapped except for Finn who looked pissed off. "So who wants to go next!" Mr. Schuester flashed a smile excited for the next performance.
"I have a song." Sam said and flashed Santana another smile before standing up.
"That's excellent Sam." Mr. Schue smiled at his student before taking his seat again.
"So," Sam started while tuning his guitar, "this song is for my girlfriend, Santana. It doesn't exactly follow this weeks lesson though because even with out the song I'd be able to say this to her but still, I thought it fit." She gave Santana a crocked smile which she loved.
"That's alright Sam," Mr. Schuester encouraged him, "go for it." and Sam mumbled an okay before smiling up and Santana for the millionth time.
"Well here it goes,
I've been jumping from the tops of buildings.
For the thrill of the fall.
Ignoring sound advice.
And any thought of consequence.
My bones are shattered.
My pride is shattered.
And in the midst of this self-inflicted pain.
I can see my beautiful rescue.
I'm falling more in love.
With every single word I withhold.
I'm falling more in love.
With every single word you say.
I'm falling head-over-heels for you.
I've been dancing on the tops of buildings.
At the top of my lungs I'm singing you a song.
Don't you leave me alone.
My bones were shattered.
My pride lays shattered.
Well I'll trample my pride and tell the whole world.
To dance with me.
I'm falling more in love.
With every single word I withhold.
I'm falling more in love.
With every single word you say.
I'm falling head-over-heels for you again.
I'm crying out.
"Wash my hands, these bloody hands Lord. Open my mouth and I'll sing."
I'm falling more in love.
With every single word I withhold.
I'm falling more in love.
With every single word you say.
I'm falling head-over-heels for you.
I've been dancing on the tops of buildings.
With you.
Santana, I just wanted to say, I'm really glad you choose me because I'm so in love with you and I'm falling more in love with you every day and...Thank you for choosing me."
Santana stared at her boyfriend for a moment. She could feel the tears in her eyes. She loved him. And it felt nice to hear him say he loved her too.
"I love you too Sam." Santana whispered and walked over to kiss him. She didn't even care that the whole glee club could see them. All that mattered was that she loved a boy who loved her back.
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"So who's house do you want to go today?" Sam asked as Santana unloaded some text books from her locker after glee practice to take home.
"Mine." Santana answered almost immediately.
"Really?" Sam asked a little taken back. They almost always went to his house.
"Yes really. We always go to your place we can go to my place for once. Plus," Santana gave Sam a flirty smile as she closed her locker door, "we'll be all alone."
"Alone?" Sam questioned while grabbing her hand as they walked down the hall way.
"Uh huh. Mom's in Mexico with some friends."
"Oh that sucks."
"Why?"
"Because your home alone. Your always alone. And when she is home with you she's drunk, passed out or hung over."
"So?" Santana commented bitterly.
"Was it always like that?" Sam asked quietly as they continued to walk to Santana's house.
"Like what?" Santana asked him coldly.
"You know...not taking care of her daughter. Going out, partying and getting drunk all the time?"
"No it wasn't always like that Sam. My mom used to be my best friend if you must know." Santana said bitterly.
"Seriously?" Sam asked a little taken back. But Santana didn't say anything so he just continued, "do you wanna ... talk about it?"
"No."
"Yes you do. Santana please. I'd love to hear about how great your mom used to be."
"Fine." Santana took a deep breath.
"She used to be a great mom. The best. She'd always let me have friends over, take me to the park when ever I wanted to go, and she was always home cus she didn't have a job. But that didn't matter to me. I loved her just as much. And when I was sad we'd bake cookies and the she'd sit on the couch with me and read me my favourite books." Sam could see Santana's eyes starting to water but didn't feel like mentioning anything. "I don't want to talk about her anymore. Once I grew up she became a bitch and stopped giving a fuck about her only daughter."
"I'm sorry San. It sounds like she used to be a great mom." Sam smiled at her.
"She was. But she's a different person now. It doesn't matter who she was anymore."
"Okay." Sam mumbled as they walked up Santana's driveway. "So..." Sam said as Santana unlocked the door.
"This." She winked as she grabbed a hold of Sam's shirt, connected her lips with his and kicked the door closed. After a couple of minutes of making out Sam moved Santana over to the couch and continued to make out because come one who wouldn't want to make out with Santana Lopez?
Sam was placing soft kisses along Santana's neck and when he felt her tugging at his hair he knew she wanted more. So he went back to kissing her lips. Sam loved to kiss Santana. They both had big lips and while most people might find that awkward it was actually pretty hot.
"Sam." Santana gasped between kisses.
"mhmm?"
"Maybe we should move this into the bedroom." She suggested before diving in for more kisses.
"I don't know Santana." Sam whispered between kisses, "I don't want to pressure you–"
"Sam, shut up. You're not pressuring me. If your scared or something don't be. With that mouth of yours you must be pretty good." Sam thought about Santana's suggestion while she continued to kiss him.
"Okay." He smiled while she took a break for air.
"Really?" Santana asked excitedly.
"Yeah." Sam smiled back at her.
"Right this way." Santana giggled as she dragged Sam off the couch and pulled him into her bed room.
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"That," Sam took a deep breath and turned over to look at Santana, "was amazing! You're amazing! God I love you so much." he leaned over to kiss her cheek as she giggled at his reaction.
"It's just sex Sam. But thank you. You know, I've sleep around a lot and no one's ever said that to me before."
"Really? Well I'm gonna go kick all their asses because you are fucking amazing!"
"Please, Sam you've only ever had sex with, you can't go around saying I'm this best when you've never done it with anyone."
"Well I don't want to do it with anyone else. Ever." Sam smiled.
"Why?"
"Because, you're gorgeous and I love you. Only you. I'll always love only you and why would I want to have sex with someone I don't love?...Santana?"
"Yeah?"
"Can...Can I sing another song for you?"
"Again? Two in one day? I'm flattered." She laughed.
"Okay well...Stay right there! I need to go grab my guitar from the living room!" He yelled excited while he ran across the house to retrieve his guitar.
"Well..." Sam started, "Here it goes,
I'm in love with the world through the eyes of a girl
Who's still around the morning after
We broke up a month ago, and I grew up - but didn't know
I'd be around the morning after
It's always been wait and see
A happy day and then you pay
and feel like shit the morning after
But now I feel changed around and instead of falling down
I'm standing up the morning after
Situations get fucked up and turned around sooner or later
I could be another fool or an exception to the rule
You tell me the morning after
Crooked spin can't come to rest
I damaged bad at best
She'll decide what she wants
I'll probably be the last to know
No-one says until it shows and you see how it is
They want you or they don't
Say yes
I'm in love with the world through the eyes of a girl
Who's still around the morning after
"That was beautiful, Sam. Thank you." Santana said tearing up for the second time that day.
"I mean it. I love you. And one day when I propose, I want you to say yes."
"Don't get all mushy on my trouty!" Santana laughed. But Sam just stayed quiet. "What?" Santana questioned clearly angry.
"Can I be honest with you?" Sam asked her shyly.
"Yeah..."
"The mouth jokes...I know you love my mouth and your not trying to hurt my feelings but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt." Sam tried to explain to Santana.
"Okay?"
"What I'm trying to say is, could you maybe stop?"
"I'm sorry Sam...I love you and I think you're really hot. I didn't mean to hurt you." Santana apologized.
"I know you didn't mean to. And thanks. It's nice to hear you complement me."
"Really? Hmm. Well get your clothes on and get out." Santana commanded.
"I'm sorry what?"
"You heard me Trou–Sam. Get out." She smiled at him.
"Why?"
"Because I need to work on my Glee assignment and you can't hear it until we're at glee club tomorrow."
"Really?"
"Yes now go or else I'll change my mind and ... write another verse of Trouty Mouth." She said and pushed Sam out of her house before he could protest. "And don't forget to pick me up for school tomorrow!" She shouted after him.
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"Mr. Schue?" Santana asked when he walked into the choir room the next day.
"Yes Santana?"
"I have a song for this weeks assignment. About finding a way to say something you don't know how else to say."
"That's great Santana! Let's hear it! Okay guys lets direct our attention to Santana."
"Thanks you Mr. Schue." Santana walked to the front of the room. "Sam. I'm sorry for all the harsh nicknames. I hope this makes up for it. By the way you were amazing last night." She winked as the music started playing,
Sam's eyes are like a jungle
He smiles, it's like the radio
He whispers songs into my window
In words nobody knows
There's pretty girls on every corner
That watch him as he's walking home
Saying, does he know
Will you ever know
You're beautiful
Every little piece love, don't you know
You're really gonna be someone, ask anyone
When you find everything you looked for
I hope your life leads you back to my door
Oh but if it don't, stay beautiful
Sam finds another way to be
The highlight of my day
I'm taking pictures in my mind
So I can save them for a rainy day
It's hard to make conversation
When he's taking my breath away
I should say, hey by the way
You're beautiful
Every little piece love, don't you know
You're really gonna be someone, ask anyone
When you find everything you looked for
I hope your life leads you back to my door
Oh but if it don't, stay beautiful
If you and I are a story
That never gets told
If what you are is a daydream
I'll never get to hold, at least you'll know
You're beautiful every little piece love,
and don't you know your really gonna be someone ask anyone.
and when you find everything you looked for,
I hope your life leads you back to my front door.
oh but if it don't will you stay
beautiful beautiful beautiful
beautiful beautiful beautiful
la la la
Oh, oh oh oh,
oh but if it don't,
stay beautiful
stay beautiful
Na na na na na
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"That was beautiful." Sam whispered into Santana's ear after Glee club.
"Well your welcome."
"I really like that song. I liked how you changed Cory to Sam. It was cute."
"You know Taylor Swift?" Santana questioned her boyfriend.
"A bit." He smirked. "So do you want to come over? Mom's making home made pizza tonight."
"I can't." Santana sighed. "Mom's flight left today and I want to talk to her when I get home."
"Oh okay." Sam said. "Well call me ... or text me. You know whatever."
"Of course I will sweetie." Santana smiled and pecked him on the lips.
"Sweetie? I like it. It's a lot better than trouty."
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Sam was watching Avatar while eating pizza when Santana texted him
Santana – My moms not home yet.
Sam – When was she supposed to get home?
Santana – a couple of hours ago.
Sam – maybe you should check the answering machine she could have called? Maybe she's stuck at the airport? Idk.
Santana – ha! Ya right more like she's getting drunk off her ass at the airport's bar -.-
Sam – San, she might have a legit reason to be late ... just check ur messages.
Santana – fine.
Sam decided not to text back and went back to Avatar and pizza. He was really getting back into the movie when he phone went off again.
"ugh." Sam muttered under his breath, paused the movie and reached for his phone. Surely enough the text was from Santana
Santana – Sam, uh I know u dont have a car but could u maybe borrow ur moms?
Sam – maybe...y?
Sam texted back confused
Santana – I had a message from the hospital, idk kno a whole lot they..said something about my mom. I ... idk sam can u take me there or not?
"Oh my god." Sam whispered under his breath. I wondered what happened.
Sam – of course! I'll be there in 5minutes.
Sam quickly texted and ran downstairs.
"Sam?" His mother shouted. "Where are you going?"
"I need to borrow the car!" He yelled before grabbing her keys and running out the door.
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"God, what the hell took you so long!" Santana hissed as Sam pulled up to the curb by her house.
"I drove here as fast as I could..."
"Well clearly you weren't fast enough. Ugh just shut up!"
"I didn't even say anything." Sam said defensively.
"Well you're saying something now aren't you guppy face?"
"I thought we were done with all the mouth jokes!"
"I don't care at the moment Sam! God somethings wrong with my mom can;t you drive any faster?"
"I'm sorry Santana. Okay just calm down babe. Everything's going to be fine. Your mom's going to be fine." He tried to sooth her down and reached for her hand.
"Yeah? How do you know that." Santana asked in a shaky voice and Sam knew she was holding back tears.
"You know Santana, I don't know. But you just have to believe."
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Chapter 9 – fin!
A/N : soo how'd you like it? :) was 18 pages enough for you? -.- well I'll probs post the last chapter in a bout a month when I'm done with all my summer activities! :) PLEASE REVIEW!