Chapter 26
For some absurd reason, after we had gotten back to Santana's, I had decided to take a quick shower to get the airplane grime off of me so that I could sleep comfortably. I also didn't feel comfortable enough to sleep in Santana's bed unshowered, especially after I heard that she had cleaned up her room before my arrival.
What I hadn't expected was the shower waking me up from my stoned/drunk state and leaving me much more energetic than before. In short, I was too awake to sleep, jet lag be damned.
So when I entered her room after bouncing out of the bathroom in just a towel (I never liked changing in the bathroom, it always made my clothes wet), Santana did a double take at me. I would assume that by the dropping of her jaw, she was surprised at my cheeriness and alertness, considering when I went in to the bathroom fully clothed to shower (it was okay to take my clothes off in the bathroom coz it didn't matter if it got wet since it was destined to go into the laundry basket anyway), I could hardly keep my eyes open. That had to be it.
When I gave her a sheepish smile and explained that I was too awake to sleep now, she rolled her eyes and trudged out of her room, shaking her head and mumbling something about how she was sure that I wasn't really 26. I shrugged and pulled my clothes out of my luggage and put them on.
When I finally left her room, I found Santana sitting infront of the tv with a cup of coffee in her hand and another presumably for me on the coffee table. I plopped myself on the couch and tucked my legs under me and accepted the cup she held out for me gratefully.
I knew why Santana made us coffee. While it had hardly any effect on me (I was naturally high on sugar anyway), Santana swore by it, judging from the times and amount of coffee she had when she needed to stay awake studying for her finals. So I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek to show my appreciation to her that she was trying to stay awake for me because I wasn't sleepy yet.
Hmm. Santana certainly did blush a lot.
Anyway, I settled comfortably on her couch while I watched silently as Santana picked up her remote control to the DVD player sitting beneath her TV set and clicked on it. She gave me a slight grin when she lifted up the familiar box set on the table and showed it to me. She shrugged and said it was apt considering we actually hadn't seen an episode of Xena together and since we had Xena to thank for meeting ...
I wasn't about to complain about spending a day watching Xena together with my best friend. So I stretched further in her couch and grabbed a pillow from behind me and hugged it close to myself while sipping on the coffee Santana gave me before setting it on the coffee table.
Santana clicked the TV on and raised her eyebrow when she saw my position on her couch. I barely shrugged my shoulders before pulling her closer to me on the couch. Her petite figure nestled closer to me on the couch before her head settled hesitantly on the pillow that was against my chest.
I could feel Santana's body tensing on top of mine. Without thinking, I starting trailing my fingers on her arm near mine. She froze for a while before relaxing a little. It wasn't until the starting credits that I could feel the weight of her body finally settling like a warm blanket on top of mine.