A Sense Of Need
by: BrittanaWatson
Chapter 1
A/N: Okay, so this is a story I had actually started before You're Safe With Me, and I just wanted to post it, see if anyone would like it. I'm going to be working equally on both stories, hopefully.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any songs used in this fic. I Don't Own This Fanfic Okay, hope you like it!
Tuesday, May 8th, 2012:
I sat in a camping chair, along the sidelines of the soccer field watching as the small soccer ball got kicked around by the two teams. My sunglasses shielded my eyes from the intense sunlight as I grabbed my water bottle and took a sip. Davie's game started at 4:30 and it was now 5:15, I noted lowering my wrist. I heard a few giggles and whispers and furrowed my brows before looking behind me. A group of girls stood staring at me with shy smiles, making me chuckle and give them a small wave. One girl, who had light brown hair and blue eyes, waved back as the four others looked at her knowingly. I turned back around to face the game and shook my head slightly smiling in amusement before jumping at someone touching my shoulder.
"Sorry." I looked up at the blue eyed girl and waved it off dismissively.
"It's no problem." I assured her, and looked back at the group of friends.
"Um, can I...we..." she stammered and pointed at the group, "Can we get a picture, please?" I arched a brow making her shrink a bit, and chuckled, glancing back at the field before standing up and walking with the girl to the group.
"You are amazing!" another said as I stopped in front of them.
"'Let's Play' is the best song playing!"
"Thank you!" I chuckled and looked at the girl with blue eyes. "So you all wanted a group picture, I hear." I said, side glancing at the rest of the group with a knowing smile. They smiled shyly and nodded, making my smile widen. "Alright, let's do it!" I said, and held my arms out. The light brunette immediately moved into my side and I wrapped an arm around her and a dark girl with black curly hair. "Hold on a sec." I told them and called for looked over at me and handed Puck their baby before coming over.
"Group picture?" she smirked and I nodded, handing her my cell, and wrapping my arm back around the darker girl. "And who's cell out of you girls?" she asked, taking the light brunettes Iphone and moving back a few feet.
"So... silly or sexy" I asked, and laughed when the girls said both. "Alright, Q, you heard em!"
"Okay, sexy first I guess." she chuckled, and lifted the girls phone. "1...2...3!" I smiled seductively at the camera, as I looked through my lashes, and waited until Quinn took a second picture with my phone. "Ready?" Quinn asked, and we nodded before I stuck my tongue out the corner of my mouth, and made peace signs, my arms still around the two girls next to me. "Awesome!" she said walking back to us. I took my phone and smiled at the pictures before putting it in my pocket. "Now if you'll all excuse me..." she chuckled, and waved before going back to her family.
"This is so going on twitter!" A blonde said with a squeal.
"Puck, put her down!" I looked to my right at my best friends voice and raised and amused brow at Quinn, standing with her hands on her hips, staring at her husband tossing their two year old in the air. "She just ate not long ago."
"She'll be fine, Quinn." Puck called back before cooing his youngest daughter. "My baby's strong like her daddy, aren't you Cece?"
"Puck..." I started when I noticed the little girl's face scrunch, and grimaced when she brought up on her dad's chest. Quinn held her hand over her mouth before going to grab some baby wipes, as Puck stood froze, holding his baby out in front of him as he kept his eyes clamped shut and his head turned slightly to the side. I let out a laugh as I said my goodbyes to the group of girls, giving them all hugs, and walked over to my godchild, scooping her into my arms. "Did you not see her face?" I asked Puck.
"Here, honey." Quinn said, and handed him a few wipes, holding some herself to help him. "San, can you wipe her face and just hold her for a second?"
"Mhm" I hummed, and shift the little red head onto my hip and bopped hernose. "You made Daddy all yucky." I said with a smile. Cece giggled and resther right hand against my collar while she stared, fascinated at my ponytail; reaching her left hand out to grab it. I rolled my eyes and sat back in my chair, pulling the baby's stroller closer to me and grabbing another pack of wet wipes. "Let me wipe your face, Ce." I said and sat her on my lap before bringing the wipe to her mouth and cleaning the puke off her face. I scrunched my nose and threw the wipe in the plastic bag we've been using for garbage.
"Carry the ball Davie!" I raised my eyes from the baby to the field to see my 6 year old son kicking the ball up the field. "Cece, look at Davie" I whispered in her ear, and pointed to my son. She followed my finger and beamed. "Say, go Davie!" I told her in a baby voice and beamed, lifting my head and waving at the small Latino when she called out to him.
"Go Davie!" she cheered, bouncing in my lap, making me laugh and Davie smile before kicking the ball into the net. "Yay!" Cece clapped and the whistle blew, signaling the game was over.
"Thanks Santana." Quinn said, putting the dirty wipes in the garbage, and holding her hands out for her child. I held Cece out to her mother, and grabbed my bottle of water as Beth came running over, Davie farther behind her. "Hey, sweetie." Quinn said to her oldest daughter as she stopped in front of us.
"We won!" Beth grinned, wiping some of her blonde hair from her face,
"Davie got the winning shot!" I smiled proudly and looked at my boy, grabbing his soccer ball and lifting his head to see me.
"You did awesome Mijo." I told him, running a hand over his head long brown hair.
"Thanks." he said quietly, and wiped the little sweat from his forehead. I held my water out to him and he took it, gulping the liquid down, and releasing the bottle with a pop. I chuckled and took the almost empty bottle from him.
"Grab your stuff okay." I told him as I folded the chair, and pulled the strap over my shoulder, grabbing my purse and the cooler pack with my other hand. Davie opened his backpack that was sitting with me, and pulled out white adidas runners for kids, and pulled his cleats off his feet, putting them in the backpack. "Hat" I reminded, and Davie looked up at me, gaining an arched brow, before pulling his white skater hat from his bag and putting it on his head with a huff.
He stood when he was ready and pulled the backpack onto his back before grabbing his soccer ball and holding it under his arm.
"Are we still good for dinner tomorrow" Quinn asked when Davie and I went over to her and her family.
"Yeah," I nodded, "I just have to ask Sam if he's coming or not." I glanced at my boy when I said Sam's name to see him kicking the ground lightly and looked back up at Quinn with a shake of my head. She gave me a sympathetic smile before making sure Cecelia was buckled in the stroller.
"D.R, come on kiddo!" Puck called, Beth on his shoulders as he waved my son over.
"Can I?" I looked down at Davie and nodded with a smile. He faintly returned the gesture before running over to his godfather and walking with him.
"So how's it been going lately with him and Sam?" I let out a breath and shook my head, looking at Quinn tiredly. "No progress at all?"
"None..." I sighed, "It's been 7 months since we started dating. I mean you'd think he'd feel at least a little comfortable around him right?" I asked. Quinn shrugged and I scoffed lightly. "You know, you aren't really the best when it comes to things like this."
"I'll have you know I'm perfectly capable with giving advice!" she gasped. I nodded unconvinced and we started towards my car; where Puck, Beth, and Davie were playing rock, paper, scissors. "I just don't know what to tell you when it comes to this. I thought Davie would be opening up to him by now...I mean that's what all the books..."
"The books are shit, Q." I cut her off, rolling my eyes. "I get it though. Sam and I have tried everything I think, but he hasn't budged. He's known about his father his whole life, and yet he was always happy, and excited to make new friends but then I introduce Sam to him and he goes quiet." I said the last part quietly and shook my head in frustration. "I just don't understand it. God and that hat Sam got him last week? He hates it, yet he loves when anyone one else gave him hats or gifts."
"I think you should go to a session with…"
"I'm not taking my child to a therapist Quinn." I stopped her with my firm voice, and gave her a pointed look. "There's nothing wrong with Davie!" I snapped quietly, remembering Cece. Quinn sucked on her bottom lip and nodded.
"I'm sorry; I just don't know what I can say anymore."
"Its fine." I breathed out and we stopped talking because we were close to my car, "Ready to get going, Mijo?" Davie looked from Puck and Beth and nodded before opening the back seat door and hopping in the vehicle. I shook my head and opened the trunk, putting the chair and cooler inside before closing it and opening the driver seat; putting my purse on the passenger seat before turning to my friends. "Okay, so tomorrow at what time; 7?"
Quinn and Puck nodded, Beth pulling on her dads hand, as Quinn lifted Cecelia from the stroller. "Puck, the stroller." she said and Beth let go of Pucks hand and jumped at me with her arms wide open.
"Bye, Auntie San." she said and I chuckled, crouching down to hug her properly.
"Bye B." I said with a sweet smile. She smiled shyly and I beamed before kissing her forehead. "Love you."
"Love you too."
I watched her climb into the back of the sedan before holding my arms out for Cece, with a devious smirk. "Hand me the child, Q!" I said through a chuckle. Quinn smiled and handed me Cece, her arms wide as she was passed to me. "I'm going to miss you, Ce." I said hugging her softly.
"Miss you." she said to me, and I pulled back, looking at her with adoration.
"You're too cute, you know that?" I said to her and she hid her head in my neck, making me smile. "She makes me want another baby." I said quietly, and kissed her head.
"Well if things work out, you might get that chance." Quinn said with a wink.
I shrugged and Cece lifted her head, pressing a wet kiss to my cheek, my nose scrunching up, as she giggled and held her arms out for her mom.
"Okay." Quinn breathed, taking her daughter, and putting her in the car seat. "We'll meet at the restaurant at 7."
"Okay" I nodded, and pulled her into a hug. She kissed my cheek before
pulling away and getting into the passenger seat. "Bye Puck!" I called, not knowing where he was and waved when he pulled his head from the trunk.
"Wha- oh yeah, okay so tomorrow right?"
"Yeah, I'll see you then." I told him and got into my vehicle. "Seatbelt on?" I asked, looking at Davie in the review mirror. He nodded, looking out the window and I bit my lip nodding as I turned the car on. "Hey." I called quietly, and got his eyes to meet mine. "Seeing as you did totally awesome tonight..."his lips turned slowly into a wide smile as I trailed off, and chuckled when I stuck my tongue out at him.
"What, Mami?" he smiled, and I felt my heart swell at seeing the smile that always used to light up any room. His brown eyes, nose, smile, and cheek bones were the features he got from me; and before Sam came into the picture his eyes would sparkle, nose scrunch as he laughed, and smile make everyone else smile,. His skin tone was only a little lighter than mine, and his brown hair, and cheek bones were what he got from his father.
"Mami...?" I blinked and realized I didn't move the vehicle yet and began backing up.
"Si, Mijo?"
"You said 'seeing as I did awesome tonight...'"
"Oh" I chuckled and glanced at him in the mirror as I pulled onto the busy streets of L.A. "I was thinking we could make a quick stop for some ice cream. Does that sound good?"
"Can we?" he asked with wide eyes and a smile.
"Mhm." I nodded, and turned onto another street, leading to the ice cream parlor. I pulled against the curb and winked at him as I grabbed my purse, and opened the door. I held the door open for Davie and he slipped his hand into mine, as we walked onto the sidewalk and started down to where the parlor was.
"Mr. Davie!" Joe beamed, before smiling at me, "Ms. Santana, how are my two favorite customers?" I rolled my eyes with a smile and squeezed Davie's hand.
"We're awesome!" he said, bouncing in his spot, making Joe and I chuckle.
"Davie just got the winning goal for his soccer game." I told the man, and
smiled at Davie shaking his head shyly. "Mhm; he was a total beast out there." His head lifted up, and he scrunched his nose at me.
"Beast?"
"I believe that means you were playing like a pro" Joe winked at the boy.
"Oh..." Davie trailed off, and giggled.
"So what can I get you two?"
"Bubblegum?" I asked Davie and he nodded his head furiously. "Okay..." I chuckled, and looked at Joe, "So his usual bubblegum, and I'll just get orange cream sickle." Joe nodded, and started scooping out ice cream into cones as Davie started swinging our hands back and forth lightly. "Do you want to sit and eat it, or take a little walk?" I asked.
"Can we walk?" he asked, his eyes showing a bit of that old sparkle. I felt my chest tighten in happiness at the sight, and swallowed before nodding.
"Cool." he smiled widely, and gasped when Joe came back with our ice cream. I looked at him, with a knowing look and he shrugged his shoulders with a smile. He had put a big gummy bear on the top of Davie's ice cream, and handed me mine, with a chocolate microphone sticking to the top. I laughed and thanked him, pulling out a ten dollar bill and handing it to him, letting him keep the change.
"Oh it's too much, Santana" he said, trying to give it back, but I shook my head and swallowed the ice cream in my mouth.
"Heart" I said sternly, and watched as his out reached hand lowered, "You keep that. I'm pretty sure this microphone and that bear added to the price." He smiled and nodded in thanks before saying goodbye as Davie and I left the parlor. I pulled my Davie's hand higher when he jumped from the parlor step and landed steadily on his feet, beaming at me with a little blue ice cream on his mouth."Mijo" I laughed, and stopped walking.
"What?" he asked innocently, with a small pout. I smiled and handed him my cone before crouching down in front of him, and using the napkin from the parlor to wipe his mouth area clean. His eyes were clamped closed and I kissed his cheek before taking my cone and standing up. "Gracias"
"De nada" I replied, looking down at him lovingly as he glanced behind him.
"Mami..." he whispered and pointed behind of us. I furrowed my brows and looked behind us, groaning lightly when I saw a group of paparazzi quickly coming our way. Davie looked up at me and I gave him a small smile.
"Remember you don't have to say anything, alright?" I reminded him and he nodded, looking back ahead of us as we heard the group of four jogging towards us. We kept walking down the sidewalk when they started calling out to me.
"Santana, this way!"
"Did you just come from a game?"
"Davie, give me a smile buddy!"
"Santana, can you look over here!"
"Can I get a smile?" I rolled my eyes, and placed my hand on his back, walking somewhat behind him so I was able to block him as best as I could from the cameras.
"Santana!" one called, "How's the boyfriend!" I tensed and felt Davie's do the same, before I tossed my ice cream in the nearest garbage and lifted him up onto my hip; starting to walk a little faster.
"Davie, can I get a little wave!?"
"Go ahead, Mijo." I told him quietly, and he lift his hand to give a tiny wave over my shoulder. Their calling got louder, and they got closer before I turned a corner, yanking open the closest buildings door.
The paparazzi calls died down as I set Davie down, and actually looked around the place we just barged into. My eyes widened as a large group of kids and parents stared at me and Davie in surprise.
"Mommy, look!" I looked at the little brunette pulling on her mother's clothing, pointing at me. "It's S'Tana!" I couldn't help the smile and gave the little girl a wave making her beam and dig into her backpack before running over to me and pushing a little book into my hands.
"Annabelle..." the mother scolded lightly, giving me an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, she loves you."
"It's no trouble." I chuckled, and smiled down at the little girl, smiling widely at Davie.
"Hi." she said, swaying on her feet.
"Uh..." I chuckled at Davie's loss for words, and pulled out a pen, signing my name to 'Annabelle' before giving it to her mother.
"Thank you." she said to me, before showing her daughter my autograph. I felt arms wrap around my thighs and steadied myself before patting Annabelle's back lightly. A bunch of the other kids started asking their parents if I could sign a paper and I soon found myself standing at the front desk, signing the back of studio pamphlets with Davie writing his name undermine. That's right. I signed what I'm sure was the twentieth paper and slid it to Davie, who now resulted in drawing happy faces, when girl's excited voice made me look up and to the side.
"Oh my god, Brittany!" the blonde girl beamed, her blue eyes watering as she
slapped at another girl who was busy digging in her backpack. "Brittany!" the girl growled, and hit Brittany harder, making her yelp and snap her eyes up to the girl.
"What Emily?!" she hissed, rubbing her arm, totally oblivious to what was going on in front of her. Emily pointed at me and I widened my eyes slightly, before looking down and signing another paper.
"Santana Lopez is right in front of us!" she squealed, and I had to look back as I handed the paper to Davie. Wow, I thought as I looked at the girl. Her eyes were the bluest I've ever seen, with her blonde hair resting in a messy bun on top of her head, wearing short black shorts, a blue tank top and black high tops. I raised my eyes to hers again and her backpack dropped from her hands. "Seriously?" the girl, Emily asked, looking at Brittany. They must be sisters, I told myself.
"Ms. Tana..." I tore my eyes form the two blonde and looked down to see a dark little boy with a buzzed Mohawk smiling at me, holding my CD case in his hands. "Can you sign it, please?" he asked sweetly, and I melted, crouching and signing the CD before handing it to him.
"Nice Mohawk." I winked and ran a hand over his hair. He beamed and thanked me before running back to his parents. I noticed there weren't anymore kids waiting for me to sign anything and sighed in relief before turning to Davie. "You're famous." I told him and he giggled, shaking his head.
"Totally are!" I winked and lifted him into my arms to kiss all over his face.
"Mami" he giggled and pushed on my shoulders. I pulled back, beaming at seeing that sparkle, and hugged him. I put him down, and grabbed my bag,looking at the older woman behind the front desk.
"I'm sorry about the uproar." I said sheepishly. She waved her hand and smiled.
"It's fine dear. Can't say that happened before, but I understand." she said before giving me an apologetic look and answering the phone.
"Thanks." I whispered and looked down at Davie. "Ready to make a break for it?" I asked through a chuckle. He smiled and nodded.
"I know this must be really annoying for you, but..." we both looked up to see
Emily and Brittany standing in front of us. "Can I get you to sign this?"
Emily asked, with tinted cheeks, and held out my CD. I chuckled and nodded,
taking the lid off the sharpie I got from the front desk and signing my name.
"Can I sign, too?" Davie asked, and Emily smiled sweetly at him.
"Totally, little man." she said with a wink and I handed the pen and CD to the Latino, watching as he signed his name messily and handed it to Emily. "This is so awesome. You're like the best artist out there. Plus you're totally hot." she shrugged.
"Emily!" I laughed and thanked her before looking at the other blonde, standing behind Emily. My laughter died down and I smiled softly at her, my smile growing when she looked away shyly and brushed hair behind her ear.
"Can I do anything for you?" I asked her, and she looked back at me with slightly wide eyes. I tilted my head with a smile and she opened her mouth.
"Uh, y-yeah!" My smile grew and I glanced at Emily, giving her a playful wink when she arched a brow at her sister. Emily shook her head amused at the behavior of Brittany, as she dug through her backpack, and looked at Davie, crouching down to talk to him. "I um..." I looked back at Brittany and she rubbed the back of her neck, nervously. "I don't really have a paper or CD..." she said with a small pout and I flicked my eyes down to her lips, clearing my throat and nodding.
"Britt, we live in LA, you should be carrying around an autograph book for anyone to sign. Give her your arm, I mean hello, it's Santana Lopez!" Emily said looking at her sister incredulously, and I snorted a short laugh. Brittany sent her sister a glare before smiling bashfully at me and looking at her arm.
"I totally would sign your body" I started when she looked back up at me, and her eyes widened, "But I don't really think I should with Davie watching. He might think its fine to randomly draw on people, or my walls at home." I chuckled and Brittany nodded, biting her lip. "We can get a picture if you want?" I offered and she nodded.
"Okay!" I smiled and moved beside her as she got her phone out, and smiled at the camera. The camera clicked on her phone and she brought it down, smiling as she stepped back.
"Uh uh" I shook my head, pulling out my phone and smirked at the blonde.
"I'm not supposed to go without a copy, am I?" She swallowed and shook her head, moving back beside me. I lifted my phone, knowing she was looking at me, and glanced at her. I got lost in her eyes, and my finger brushed against the screen of my Iphone, setting the camera off. We jumped at the shutter sound, and looked away from each other.
"Is it okay?" she asked, and I smiled at the picture. We looked pretty eyes were trained on one another's with our faces only a few inches apart when the flash went.
"We look cute." I told her and showed her the picture. She blushed when she saw it and glanced at me, making me smiled widely at her.
"Well this is awkward..." Emily said quietly, and Brittany and I looked away from each other and at the other blonde. Davie had his hand over his mouth, but you could see the corners of his lips curled upwards, as Emily stood looking at us with her arms crossed and smirk on her face.
"Well it was awesome to meet you two." I said, moving to Davie. He dropped his hand and smiled at me, before looking at Brittany and Emily. "Is it okay if
I put the picture on twitter?" I asked Brittany, and she nodded quickly.
"Great, maybe we'll see each other again, ya?" I said before waving to them both, and leading Davie out of the dance studio.
"Emily is super cool, Mami!" Davie stated when we made it to the vehicle. I looked at him in the review mirror, and chuckled.
"Oh really?" I asked, and he nodded quickly with wide eyes.
"And pretty"
"Whoa there Mijo..." I told him, "No dating until you're at least sixteen, got it?" I winked, making him laugh as I pulled from the curb and started towards the apartment.
"Okay." he nodded, "And the other girl was too." he added shyly glancing at the mirror. I turned the corner and glanced at him.
"Brittany?" I asked and he nodded again with a wide smile. "She is very pretty." I agreed with him, and pulled to the apartment, going to the entrance of the parkade.
"She likes you." he said, and I paused from retrieving my parking pass from my purse, and glanced in his direction, before pulling the pass out and swiping it in the machine outside my window.
"A lot of people like me, Davie. I'm a singer, sweetie." I explained, furrowing my brows at the small flip in my stomach at his words.
"Yeah, but she liked you like... like...like Abuelo likes Abuela. She even looked at you the same way."
"And how was that?" I asked, trying to focus mainly on parking in my spot, without scratching or bumping into another car because my erratic heartbeat was distracting me.
"You know..." he huffed, and I finally got into the parking space, my heartbeat racing for some god knows reason. "Like when Abuelo says 'Te amo' to Abuela." I hummed in response, and got out of the car, opening the back for Davie. He pulled out his things as I opened the trunk and grabbed the cooler. "If Brittany likes you then why don't you like her?" he asked as we walked to the elevator. I flicked my hair out of my eyes and looked at Davie before pushing the up button. I swiped my key card in the slit and hit the penthouse button when we got into the elevator, and leant against the wall, watching the floor indicator blink red numbers.
"Mami" Davie whined and I actually looked at him.
"What is it?"
"I said 'if Brittany likes you, why can't you like her'?"
"Mijo" I sighed, and ran a hand through my hair. "I told you that I think Brittany is very nice, and I do like her." I started.
"Why can't you like her like stupid Trouty Mouth!" he yelled at me. I widened my eyes at his tone, volume, and the nickname he made for Sam, and gawked at him.
"Mijo... that's-"
"No." he said and crossed his arms as he stared at the elevator door.
"Davie Rylan Lopez" I said firmly, and watched with narrowed eyes as he stayed facing the door. "Mirame cuando me..." the doors opened to our floor, and Davie ran out of the elevator before I finished my sentence, leaving me clenching my jaw and storming out after him.
"Hey Davie" Sam greeted with his wide smile as Davie stormed past him, myself not far behind. Sam gave me a concerned look as I past him and followed quickly after my son to his room.
"Davie, don't walk away from me when I'm talking to..." he tried to slam the door shut but I stopped it with my hand, and slid inside, closing the door behind me. "Sit down!" I told him strictly. I saw his jaw clench and unclench as he stood glaring at me. "I'm not playing around Mijo. Sit. Down" I raised my voice but he didn't even budge. I felt my anger rising to its peak, and ran my hand through my hair, grabbing a fistful and closing my eyes as I tried to calm down. I opened my eyes slowly, and stared down at the Latino. "Listen to me, and listen well..." I started, pointing at him. "Obtener el culo en esa cama, and keep quiet. Understand me?" I demanded and watched him carefully as he shrunk a little and slowly sat on his bed.
"I'm sorry..." he whispered, and sucked on his bottom lip as a tear ran down his cheek. Instantly my heart melted and I crouched in front of him, my hands on his knees as I ducked my head to catch his eyes. I was wrapped around his tiny finger, sue me.
"Why are you sorry for?" I asked softly, and he lifted his head.
"For yelling at you, and running away..." he sniffled, wiping his nose, "And for closing the door on you, and not listening."
"I accept your apology, Mijo." I smiled softly at him. "But you can't do those things ever again, you hear me? I'm the parent and you have to listen to me and what I say. I don't want any talking back or you running from me. Especially the running, that's so dangerous, Mijo" I explained, and he nodded along.
"I'm sorry"
"Okay" I nodded, and he wrapped his arms around my neck, hugging me tightly. I blinked away the tears in my eyes and hugged him back, kissing his forehead before pulling back and standing up. "Now you're still getting a break, I can't have people thinking you're spoiled rotten around here." I smiled and he pouted but nodded before lying on his bed. "When you hear the microwave go off, you can come out." I told him and left his room, closing the door behind me.
"Hey, baby." Sam said, coming to me as I stepped into the living room. He lean in and kissed me, before pulling back and wrapping his arms around my waist. "What's going on with Davie?"
"The usual Lopez tantrum" I sighed as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Sam chuckled and I smiled, leaning on my toes and pressing a kiss to his lips. He smiled against my lips, as did I, before sweeping me into his arms and carrying me to the couch. "Oof" I let out as he dropped me on the couch.
"Sorry babe." he chuckled, and climbed on top of me as he began pressing kisses to my neck.
"Wa-wait" I breathed, running my hands up his arms. "I didn't set the timer."
Sam chuckled against my neck before pulling back and kissing my lips.
"Mmm" I hummed against his mouth, and gasped when he pressed down against mine and I felt the slight bulge in his pants.
"Doesn't he stay in his room until he hears the buzzer?" he breathed in question against my lips. I whimpered as he rolled into me again and dug my nails into his shoulders.
"Y-yeah, but... he knows it's usually fifteen minutes before he can come out." I explained, and Sam arched a brow at me before smiling his dorky smile and making my heart flutter.
"Then we got some time." I opened my mouth to object when he cupped my center over my jean shorts, making me moan quietly.
"Sam" I breathed out, and lifted my hips. His hands moved to my waist, hooking his fingers in the sides, as his lips worked on my neck. He sucked under my ear and I winced faintly, bringing me back to reality and having me push him back.
"Wha...?" he asked surprised, with confused eyes.
"We can't right now." I told him apologetically, and he huffed dramatically before getting off the couch, and grabbing my legs, so he could sit down and place them over his lap.
"Okay, so tell me about your day then." he said, looking at me. I smiled lovingly at him, and leant forward, holding the nape of his neck as I kissed him deeply. When I pulled back he had a dopey grin on his face, making me laugh, and lay back down.
"Artie and I were in the studio recording 'Wish You Were Here', then I went for a late lunch with Kurt and Blaine before going back to the studio and starting the intro of 'Kiss Goodnight'" I took a deep breath making Sam chuckled, "Then I picked Davie up from school, took him to soccer, and then we went for some ice cream when the pop got us and made me carry Davie into a dance studio to get away from them."
"A dance studio" he asked with furrowed brows.
"Mhm" I nodded "Uh, CG Dance Studio, I think. I signed about twenty autographs to kids there and met two older girls who Davie liked." I finished with a chuckle. "I'm pretty sure he has a crush on one of them, and thinks the other has a crush on me."
"Well who wouldn't, you're beautiful." Sam smiled, and I rolled my eyes playfully. "So tell me about this fan girl. Why does Davie think she likes you?"
"I don't know." I shrugged, "She was all shy and shit around me, and always smiling. She did drop her bag when I looked at her" I added in thought and Sam snorted a laugh.
"You got yourself a new devil." he laughed and I smirked at the nickname for my fans.
"I love that!" I laughed, and shook my head as I lifted the magazine that announced my fans nickname. Kurt was the one who called me Satan besides my Agent, and said it while doing my hair when I was being interviewed in the studio. The public instantly took to it, and started calling my fans little devils. "Satan's little devils" I read with a smirk.
"So this girl's really a devil, now?"
"I don't know." I shook my head, "She'd probably be more of an angel. She has that whole innocent, all American girl look, you know?"
"Do I have anything to worry about over here?" Sam asked through a chuckle, though I could tell he had a hint of nervousness in there.
"No, you idiot." I smiled, and lifted my butt off the couch to pull out my phone from my pocket. "Here, I got a picture." I unlocked my screen and opened the gallery, showing him the picture of Brittany and me.
"She is cute." he nodded, and handed my phone back.
"Mhm..." I lay down and lifted the phone above my face as I added the new photos of my fans and I on Twitter, tagging the one with the group of girls as 'Little Devils in the park SantanaLopez' and the one with Brittany as 'Newest Devil ;) SantanaLopez' before putting the device on the coffee table. "So, are you coming to dinner tomorrow with everyone; or do you have choreography?"
"Ugh, I do." he groaned, throwing his head back. "I'll be at the studio until 10 working on making you look good in your vid."
"Oh, honey. I make myself look good. And just for that, I might just find someone else to be the main dancer." he narrowed his eyes and I smiled victoriously. His hand tapped my legs, making me pull them back so he could get up. "Are you heading out?" I asked with a pout.
"Sorry babe." he chuckled, and leant down, pecking my lips. I cupped his cheeks and slipped my tongue in his mouth as I followed him up, before pulling back with a smirk.
"Bye" Sam blinked and I chuckled, as I dropped down onto the couch, and watched him go to Davie's room.
"Later, buddy!" he called, but didn't get a reply. He looked back at me and I gave him a sympathetic smile, waving as he left the penthouse.
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