"They are idiots! Fire them as your friends; they are useless!" Santana cried throwing her hands in the air.
"Aria is sleeping," Sam warned keeping his eyes on the movie playing on the television.
"I'm not here for ten days and in that amount of time Dumb and Dumber got you to retreat like a little pansy. Where's a knife? I want to cut off your balls since you clearly don't need them!"
Sam sighed glancing at the Latina woman next to him. All he wanted was a peaceful evening spent watching movies and eating popcorn, but things with Santana was never peaceful.
"Why are you so affected by my relationship with Mercedes, Santana?" Sam asked annoyed.
"Because I've got some good money bet on the two of you."
The look he gave her clearly informed her that he did not believe that for a second.
Santana rolled her eyes opting for honesty rather than her trademark sarcastic remark. Santana Lopez was not a sentimental gooey person and she would skin any person who would ever say so with a damn butter knife. But as strange as her friendship with Sam Evans was, it was her most treasured relationship. Their relationship started off like all her previous heterosexual relationships, with her using him in an attempt to 'fix' herself from not desiring a normal heterosexual relationship as prescribed by her Catholic upbringing by her Abuela. She tried, she tried her best to be normal but she just couldn't but she knew she would rather deny herself than dare devastate the relationship she had with her grandmother. Sam was the first person who saw through her smoke and mirrors and decided to break up with her but to remain her friend. He encouraged her to be true to herself and even though she has yet to tell the woman who raised her of her sexuality,; for the past four years, she still had Samuel Evans who loved her for who she was. She was indebted to him.
"These past few months you've been different…a good different and I know it's because of her and Aria. By for these past few weeks, you've resembled a damn pathetic dog who lost its favourite chew toy. It's pathetic …you're pathetic and it pisses me off because I just want you to be happy, you damn Atlantian fish person."
Even amidst the insults, the unexpected sincerity in her voice took him aback. He studied her for a few seconds knowing that such a declaration took immense courage from her. He gave his best friend a small smile before gently bumping her shoulders with his own.
"Careful, Santana, you might give people the impression that you might have a heart and not a black hole in that chest of yours."
Santana grabbed a handful of popcorn and threw it at his face. Sam grinned, opening his mouth trying to catch the flying kernels. Santana rolled her eyes.
"You're such a child." She ruffled his blonde hair. "Don't grow up, okay."
Fatherhood was definitely making Sam Evans more mature; he was no longer calling her in the middle of the night inebriated to let her know how much he loved. He was finally thinking about more than the present. Santana was relieved to see her friend growing up but she never wanted him to lose his childlike excitement and joy. His body could grow older but she refused to allow him to lose his spirit because that beautiful spirit of his made the ugly dark world a little brighter. She sometimes wished that she could be more like him; that she could see the world through Sam's optimistic lenses.
For a second that bright light that disappeared from his eyes for the past few weeks, returned and a small grin plastered itself on his face. Santana hoped that Mercedes Jones would come to her damn senses because not everybody was blessed enough to have such a beautiful soul pursue you to the ends of the earth all in an attempt to find your heart.
His hands copy the image he is fortunate enough to witness: he studies the young woman sitting on his bed oblivious to her surroundings as she carefully reads through one of his comics. His eyes traces her beautiful face; from the small wrinkle of concentration on her forehead down to her button nose, his gaze slides over the mounds of flesh of her cheeks before falling on the beautiful lips he had the pleasure of kissing every day. He had already drawn a rough sketch; now he was bringing the paper alive by copying those small details added by the Great Artist in Sky. To him, Mercedes Jones was just more proof of God's existence. His eyes linger to her lips before travelling down the base of her neck and down her chest seeing the subtle swell of her breast before disappearing underneath the grey cotton oversized shirt protecting the rest of her upper body and some of her lower body from his nomadic gaze that was busy exploring the expedition of her body. He watches her twirl a piece of unruly hair between her fingers as she reads. He watches her chest expand and contract as she breathes as she mindlessly kicks her legs hanging from the bed, back and forth.
He puts the notepad down and reached out to touch her. She looks up from Sam's comic book to see him look at her. He was really looking at her. His gaze was not filled with lust or even love. He was studying her with inquisitive eyes and tattooing the image of her in his mind. She smiles at him placing her free hand on his cheek. She leans in and kissed him on the tip of his nose. He gives her a small smile before hugging her tightly against his chest. He fills all of his senses with her: he listens to her breathe; he breathes in the smell of cinnamon and apples trapped within the pores of her skin; he feels her heart hammer against his chest.
They held onto each other; no word was spoken between the two of them. But none are needed. No words could express the depth of emotion between them. They both close their eyes sending prayers to heaven thanking God for His grace and for leading them to each other's doors. In that moment of their respective silent worship, their souls unwittingly became one.
They soon let go of each other returning to the task that occupied their time before the short moment between them. She silently turned to the next page of the Spiderman comic as he focused his attention back to the small details of her face before penning them down on paper.
Aria *tightens her hold on her father's shirt as they lied on her small bed*: Daddy, you never finished the story of the princess and the pirate and the monster with the big teeth and the king and the queen that cried.
Sam *grins*: You're right, I didn't. *Thinks for a few seconds*: Where was I last?
Aria *thinks for a few seconds*: The scary monster stole the princess.
Sam *kisses her forehead trying to come up with something to say*: So, the Beast took the pretty princess to the castle in the woods and locked her up. But the pirate Samtheus found them and rushed to go save the love of his live, Princess Mercedia. The brave pirate told the beast to let the princess go but the beast refused…
Aria *looks at her father with big interested eyes*: And then, Daddy?
Sam: And then the beast and Pirate had to fight for the hand of the fair maiden…
Aria *interrupts*: What's a fair mai-mai-uhn?
Sam : She's a beautiful young lady.
Aria: Am I a fair mai-mai-uhn?
Sam *places a kiss on her forehead*: You sure are. Anyway, so the pirate and the beast fought and fought until the pirate finally won….
Aria* grins before giving a small yawn*: Yay!
Sam: But, the beast started crying and transformed from an ugly monster into a small man. The beast explained that he only wanted somebody to love him. Everywhere he went he saw people in love but nobody ever loved him, so he became more jealous as the years went by. The man became so jealous and angry that his body started transforming into the hideous beast.
Aria *frowns *: That's sad, Daddy.
Sam *gently ruffles her hair*: I know. So the pirate said he understood that the beast was lonely but that he could not marry the princess because her heart belonged to Samtheus. The man, however, became jealous again and transformed into the ugly beast again. He said "If I can't have the princess; nobody else can". So he jumped to his feet and ran upstairs to the room where he held the princess captive…
Aria *gently snores*:…ah…ah…ah.
*Sam gently smiles before placing a kiss on her forehead*
Mercedes: Will you ever finish that story?
Sam *looks up in surprise to see his wife standing at the door*: It's almost finished, don't you worry.
Mercedes *walks into the room to kiss Aria before taking Sam's hand *: Come dance with me Samtheus.
Sam *kisses her nose*: Who am I to oppose a princess?
*Mercedes leads him into their bedroom and closes the door. She searches for their wedding song on her phone*
Sam *pulls her closer while the familiar tune of Etta James' At Last fills the atmosphere: Happy one year anniversary.
Mercedes *sighs dreamily against his chest*: I can't believe it has only been a year. It's feels like we've been doing this all our lives.
Sam *smiles against her hair*: I know, Mercedia.
*They dance until the song ends*
Sam: By the way, as an anniversary present to myself I bought a motorcycle.
Mercedes *glares at the man*: Sam, I'm going to kill you.
Sam: and I stated in my will and testament if I die under suspicious circumstances or you remarry, you won't be able to claim from my estate.
Mercedes *let's go of him with a deadly look on her face*: Run.
Sam: Run?
Mercedes: Run.
*And so he runs out of the room only to hear it lock behind him. He spends the night of his first wedding anniversary sleeping on the couch in the living room.*
AN: Hey there, I really hope you guys enjoyed this little chapter of mine. I really wanted to delve a bit into Sam's and Santana's friendship since I delved into Mercedes and Puck's in like previous chapters. I really hope I did it some justice. Anyway, thank you for every single review they are much appreciated!
Anyhow, so this chapter is much shorter than my others (I'm sorry) but this story is soon coming to an end.
Anyway…what are your thoughts on this chapter?