Santana and Puck were next to Brittany's locker who was looking for a squirrel that she swore it was hidden someplace between her History notebook and her diary.
'Baby, there's no squirrel in here' Santana told her, smiling at the blonde.
'I swear is here, I heard Puck to mention it' Brittany answered pointing at the jock.
'Puck told you?' Santana asked and gave Puck a dead glare. 'Seriously B, how many times I've told you shouldn't listen to what Noah Gabriel in here says', she replied punching his shoulder. He was laughing.
'Well, excuse me Santana Maria, but you can't deny that it's fun to watch. Brittany hysterically looking for a squirrel in her locker is always fun and I really appreciate a good laugh before torture, I mean, English. So, ladies… see you later' he said and left the two cheerleaders.
Oh, crap. It's Evans. Need to run. 'Uhm, B? We're late for math, let's go' she said, grabbing the blonde's hand.
Ugh, too late. His arms were already hugging her from behind. 'Hey Britt! Hi gorgeous' Sam said, kissing Santana's temple.
The Cheerio couldn't help but to blush. 'Hello, you' she said, turning around to face him and slowly punch his arm.
'Why was that?' he asked.
'I really don't know' she replied, confusion written all over her face.
'Are you okay?'
'Yeah, it's just… I'm not used to all this showing any kind of affection in public places thing, y'know?'
'Are you two dating?' Brittany asked, furrowing her eyebrows and pouting. 'Why no one tells me anything?'
'What? No, baby! We're not' Santana said escaping from Sam's arms and linking pinkies with her friend.
'We're not?' Sam asked.
'No, we're not. No one asked me if I want to date so I'm single' Santana said, without looking at him. 'Now, if you excuse us, we're late for math. And you should hurry up too' and she left, holding pinkies with Britt and bouncing her Cheerio skirt side to side.
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I'm screwed, Santana thought. She was sat in the middle of Brittany and Sam. For a whole hour. Yay, not.
Sam leaned her a note.
-So we're not dating?
-No, we're not.
-Why not?
-Because you didn't ask me if I want to.
-Oh. Do you want to be my girlfriend?
-No.
-Why not?
-Because I don't want to.
-And you're going to want someday?
-Probably not.
-Why not?
-You're sounding like a toddler asking 'Why why why?' every 5 seconds. It's really annoying.
-You didn't call me annoying last night when we were studying and you kissed me.
-Oh, yeah, that. I really hope you're not the 'Kiss and tell' kinda guy, Evans.
-I'm not. I respect you Santana.
-Ha. Yeah. Right. Well, thank you. I'm impressed about your kissing skills but I don't do the handholding, lovey-dovey, Taylor Swift high school lovestory. So, I'll pass.
'Hey' Sam whispered, holding her hand under the table. 'I like you Santana. I like you a lot. And if I kissed you back yesterday was because it meant something to me'
'Well, I kissed you yesterday because…' and she saw Quinn walking into the classroom and looking at them. They got her attention because they were sitting on the last row and their faces where really close. Santana looked at Sam 'Because I wanted to' she said and kissed him softly on the lips, then she pushed back slowly. 'And I wanted to do it now, again' she whispered on his ear. Sam cupped her face on his hands and kissed her again.
'No labels then?' Sam asked.
'No labels' Santana replied. She saw Quinn telling something to Mrs Dawson, the math teacher, who shouted at them 'Miss Lopez, Mister Evans, can you please let your little date for later? We're in school'
Sam laughed and replied to the teacher 'Yes ma'am. We'll behave' and intertwined his fingers with Santana's.
She closed her eyes. I'm fucked, not in a good way. Now suck it up, Santana and try to minimize the damages, the kid doesn't deserve to be heartbroken. And you, again, either.