A/N – I'm so sorry this took so long! School has been insane, deadlines EVERYWHERE but I did stay up till about twelve last night and ignored a history essay due in tomorrow to write this so hopefully it's worth it and you guys like it! Thank you so much for anyone who reviewed. Any more you'd be kind enough to send my way would be totally amazing!

Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy owns it all.

"Why can't you act like a normal, sane human being?" David asked his best friend in exasperation. He shook his head in disgust but Wes knew he was fighting the urge to laugh.

"You've been my best friend for what- seven years- and you still need to ask that question?" David rolled his eyes at him but laughed despite himself. Wes grinned as his best friend and stepped away from the doorway so that he could enter. Wes walked over to his bed and let himself fall onto it. Past girls had never been this exhausting...

"Who is she anyway? Kurt seemed..." Wes raised his head from his arms when David trailed off, he looked confused. Wes raised his eyebrows at him signalling him to continue.

"He may have made a comment about you selling your soul to an incubus." Finished David flatly. Wes laughed and returned his head to the pillow. David studied his friend with worry.

"Sounds like Kurt..." he muffled into the bed.

David didn't respond immediately. He crossed the room and sat down in his desk chair stretching his long legs to rest on the bed.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" David asked cautiously. Wes snorted from the other end of the room.

"Of course not! That's the best part." David face palmed at his friend's cheery exclamation.

"You're impossible." He groaned. "Why can't you just be official Wes all the time?" Wes sat up and frowned at him.

"That would just be no fun... plus I think the guys would die of fatigue if I worked them that hard outside the Warblers hall. Although – You know I could really use a new gavel David..." David threw a pillow at Wes' head, aim impeccable as always. Years of practice meant that, if Wes was the subject, David never missed his target.

"Not a chance Wesley. Seriously, sometimes I think that if it was a choice between me and that damn gavel..." Wes stared at him with wide, meaningful eyes. David groped for something else to throw at him, finding nothing he threw up his hands in surrender got up and headed towards the door.

"Whatever," he laughed "I'm meeting Sophie." David stopped half way through the door and turned to Wes with a rare smug grin. Wes noted this warily and prepared himself for the blow.

"Going on a date with girl who actually likes you... Seriously dude, you should try it sometime!" With one last mocking grin he disappeared through the door.

Wes threw the pillow back at him, hitting the door as it closed behind David, before pulling out his laptop from his bedside table. He opened it up and studied his facebook screen. In the search bar he typed in 'Santana Lopez' and hit enter.

The sun streamed steadily in though the floor length windows at the back of the room. It was a Sunday. Santana wasn't religious, but to her the opportunity to sleep all day was sacred. Sundays were the days she sat around and did nothing all day, letting her hair dry in its natural waves and lounging in her favourite loose jeans and a tank top. Today she felt an anxious twist in her stomach though. Nothing had been going right. From the moment she'd stubbed her toe getting out of bed that morning, stumbled angry and swearing to the kitchen and burnt her toast to a smoking crisp she knew it was going to be one of those days.

Santana blinked blearily up at the ceiling from where she lay sprawled out on the couch in the living room and wondered how long she'd been out for, thinking she must have dozed off. She didn't move until she heard the doorbell ring loudly in her ears. With a groan she pealed herself away from her cushioned heaven and made her way to the front door, she didn't care who was there, she just wanted to stop the obnoxious noise.

She dragged her feet and smoothed down her hair half-heartedly in an attempt to make herself somewhat presentable, having caught sight of the ruffled mess in the mirror above hanging in the hall. She did what she could, running her fingers through the tangles before giving up, with irritation she reached out towards the front door and opened it with a frown.

Wes had hoped that it would be Santana that opened the door and not her parents. He beamed at the brunette whose frown had morphed into an intense glower the moment she recognised him. He took in her dishevelled appearance, the way she squinted her eyes against the sun and the messy state of her long hair suggested she'd been sleeping. She looked pretty cute, in the way a sleeping lioness was cute: Sweet until they mauled you to death for waking them. Wes never being one for adhering to the silly idea of having a filter between his brain and mouth tilted his head to the side and took in her loose jeans, tight black casual tank top and the baggy blue cardigan.

"You look really cute." He said with a grin. She considered him blankly and then promptly closed the door in his face. Santana stared at the closed door for a second in silence. She'd been called a lot of different things before, she inwardly smirked at some of the dirtier things she remembered. It was only a few seconds before Wes began banging on the door desperately again. Santana considered leaving him there until he gave up.

"Come on! I was only kidding! Look, if you let me in I'll let you see what I have in my bag!" This perked her interest.

Curiosity killed the cat... warned the voice in her head.

She ignored the voice, opened the door a crack and stuck out her head.

"What's in the bag?" She raised her eyebrows and pouted her lips provocatively. She saw him swallow and blink at her, his eyes glazing over for a millisecond before he regained his composure. He straightened up and fixed her with an equally mischievous smirk. He leaned in closer, his added height meaning she had to tilt her head to maintain their gaze. His eyes were resolute and piercing, it made her uncomfortable but she wouldn't allow herself to move and inch. He took another step forward so that he was standing directly in front of her on the top step leading up to the door, keeping her trapped in his stare the whole time. Santana felt her body fill with heat, it wanted to close the space between them while her head screamed at her to remain where she was. Another agonizing few seconds passed and Santana thought she couldn't stay there any longer – but before she could move an inch forwards or backwards the silly lopsided grin transformed Wes back to his usual idiotic self and suddenly Santana was able to breathe again.

He held up the plastic bag wordlessly. Santana looked at the bag's contents with mild disgust and back to Wes who was looking immensely pleased with himself, she opened the door a little wider but kept her hand firmly gripping the handle to create a barrier between him and the house.

"I don't eat pizza." She sniffed, jutting out her chin stubbornly. Wes rolled his eyes and took a step forward, he curled his free hand around hers and prised it away from the doorframe, Santana snatched her hand away from the sudden touch that left a lingering heat prickling on her skin.

Too late she realised that in doing so she'd left the way open for Wes who swiftly made his way through the door without hesitation. He looked around the small entryway curiously with a smile.

"Whatever, everyone eats pizza."

Santana closed the door behind her and turned towards him with her hands on her hips.

"You're so fricking pushy."

"David tells me it's one of my best and worst traits." Santana dropped her arms and raised her fingers to pinch the bridge of her nose in frustration. She didn't even want to know who the hell David was.

"How is it that I see your lips moving but nothing but bullshit ever comes out?" She asked angrily, Wes didn't answer her, moving away from the hallway towards the lounge with long, confident strides.

"Hey! Where the hell do you think you're going?" Wes gave her a funny look over his shoulder.

"Where's your TV? You have a DVD player right?"

Santana remained frozen in the hallway. Before she could react Wes had disappeared around the corner. It took her a few seconds to compose herself but once she'd gotten over the initial shock that a strange boy who had no apparent sexual interest in her and had shown clear signs of complete and utter insanity was roaming free in her house. She contemplated this for a while as the fury begin to sear from some place deep within her.

Who the hell was this idiot to wake her up and invade her house? To invade her house on a fricking Sunday? She clenched her teeth, mouth pulling into a single thin line and rolled her shoulders back ready for an attack.

Shit's going down.

Wes, unknown to the fury he'd unleashed, had managed to find Santana's large plasma TV. He looked around the room curiously, like the rest of the house it felt cold. The hard wooden floors and the blank white walls lacked the warmth of a home and there was something rehearsed and deliberate about every single detail. The way the photo frames stood together, spaced with almost clinical precision, even the stack of magazines on the little black coffee table seemed like props, pristine and untouched.

Wes' eyes roamed to the plush, black, leather couch and smiled to himself. Cushions in disarray and a thick, black fur comforter in a tangled ball to the right, it was the only thing that suggested someone actually lived here. He walked over and ran his fingers across the soft, warm texture of the comforter. It was at that moment that an incredibly pissed Santana stalked into the room, eyes flashing dangerously.

"I'm going to ask you once, and you are going to answer me." As she spoke her eyes narrowed into slits and her lip curled contemptuously around every single word. Hands on her hips she circled Wes like an animal contemplating her prey. She stopped for a second, "You got that?"

At this Wes smiled serenely.

"What are you doing here and how the hell did you find out where I live?" With every biting word she came closer and closer to him. Unfazed Wes smiled down at her and didn't even flinch even when she was inches apart from her.

"I'm here to watch movies and eat pizza with you. Friends do that right? Secondly you really shouldn't disclose your personally information on your facebook page, there are a lot of weirdo's out there." Santana was stunned into silence. She hadn't known what she'd expected from him, but it wasn't that and she certainly hadn't banked on his blunt honesty. She couldn't honestly say she found it completely unpleasant. She tilted her head to the side and her eyebrows pulled together, contemplating him. Wes' smile widened into a sloppy grin at the puzzled look on her face, having abandoned all her hot hair.

Santana wondered if this person was actually real. People weren't this hard to understand were they? He couldn't just be this way naturally. He must want something.

"Are you always this damned honest?" Her question came out as an accusation. Wes laughed loudly, his eyes shining at her.

"Always." He finally replied, his laughter slowly fading away.

Santana felt a knot of anxiety in her stomach. It was sad really, that the sight of someone actually being honest in her home was so foreign to her. There was something disconcerting about him, he shouldn't belong but he somehow managed to not only stand the bitter atmosphere but his cheery disposition seemed to fill the entire room with something bright and new, mingling with her fiery hostility in harmony.

Wes had stopped laughing, but Santana remained deep in thought, her eyes glazed over. He noticed how she bit the corner of her lip lightly when she thought. With difficulty he tore his eyes away from the lip biting. He waved his hand slowly in front of her face. It didn't take her long to snap back into reality. Her lips pulled into a thin line, irritated at being forced to face the real world, especially another confrontation with this intolerable idiot - An idiot that was now staring at her with blazing eyes that bore into hers with a ridiculous, overly dramatic intensity. She raised her eyebrows at him in silence. He raised two DVD cases that she hadn't even seen him retrieve. Great, now he was materializing objects. He was actually driving her insane.

"I brought these." Santana studied the titles. Romantic Comedies.

"Ew..." Wes' face dropped as Santana's face contorted in disgust.

"What? Everyone likes these films! They're classics!" Santana just shook her head and looked at him with an expression that could only be described as genuine sickness.

"I am totally judging you right now." Wes tilted his head and stared at her.

"Not a romcom girl, eh? Interesting..." Santana simply rolled her eyes at him and let herself sink down into the couch. Wes followed suit and, to Santana's surprise, sat at the opposite end of the sofa.

So now he chooses to respect personal space? She wondered if Wes had been dropped often as a baby.

"So what kind of movies do you like?" He asked sceptically from the other end of the couch. Santana stared at him with a hard glint in her eye for a second before getting up and disappearing out of the room. Wes stared after her, confused, before he could get up to follow she'd reappeared and was walking towards him with a stack of DVD's and a smug smile. She threw the boxes at him and plonked ungracefully back down between the cushions. Wes gathered up the DVD's and squinted down at the first one. He recognised the title, Santana grinned at the appalled look he shot her.

"You're kidding, right?"

"Why else would I have them?" Wes stared at her, his mouth slightly agape. Santana flushed with triumph and snickered. This seemed to rouse Wes and he tore his eyes away, turning back to shuffling through the DVD cases, shaking his head with a smile.

"Saw, Saw II, Saw III, Hostel... This is just weird. You are weird."

"Seriously? I'm weird? That's rich coming from you jackass..." Wes rolled his eyes and continued to study the cases. Santana noticed the crinkle that appeared in his brow, the way he licked his lip unconsciously...nervously. With an evil smirk she snatched up the case he was looking at and walked slowly to the DVD player, swaying her hips provocatively and bending down just so. Wes was silent, she resisted the urge to turn around and study his reaction as she popped the DVD out of the case. Wes stared at her, he didn't struggle for long with the steady heat rising in his body as Santana pressed 'Play' and the menu's music began to play. The atmospheric music filled Wes with a cold, growing dread that doused any other feelings running rampant through his body.

Santana returned to her spot, hugging a cushion to her chest and curling her legs beneath her. With satisfaction she saw Wes tense out of the corner of her eye as the movie began to run. She noted the pizza box that Wes had thrown down between them, she reached across and pulled out the box.

"What kind of pizza did you get?" she asked, opening the box suspiciously.

"Huh...? Oh, it's beef, peppers and chilli's." He answered, distracted. He tore his eyes away from the screen to look at her briefly. "Sorry, I didn't know what kind you liked so I just got my favourite. Kurt said you liked spicy food so I thought it'd be fine..."

"It'll do." She took out a slice of pizza and bit into it cautiously. She didn't tell him that it was her favourite kind too. They sat in silence as the first person got hacked to pieces.

"NO! DON'T DO THAT!" Wes screamed at the screen, one hand flailing uselessly towards the screen the other wrapped in an iron grip around Santana's arm. Santana gawped at him. It had only been twelve minutes since she'd pressed play. In which time Santana had learnt that Wes and horror movies where a recipe for complete and utter disaster and that now that she'd lost the full function of her left arm that she appreciated it a lot more. To her right Wes flinched again, she felt the muscle in his arms flex a little tighter against her own, now numb, arm.

"Oh shit." He groaned and slapped his forehead as yet another gore fest began to unfold at the screen, he buried his head in his and Santana's linked arms. "I can't look!"

"You know, this isn't how this is supposed to play out..." Santana growled glaring down at him. She was usually the one that acted scared, guys seemed to love it when she held on to them and screamed in all the worst scenes. The thing is Wes really didn't seem like he was acting. Not at all unsurprisingly it really didn't have the same affect when it was the guy freaking out... He nodded vigorously in response, his eyes wide and serious.

"You're telling me! Why would you even answer the door? It's ridiculous!" He yelled half at her, half to the panicked characters running across the screen. Santana rolled her eyes.

"Ridiculous." She echoed, tugging at her trapped arm. Wes squeezed tighter and made a strange squealing noise as a particularly bloody scene played out. It was going to be a long hour and a half. In the back of her mind she heard the little mocking voice she usually reserved for Rachel chew her out.

"You asked for it."

Santana looked over at Wes and wondered.

Because she never asked for anything but he always seemed to know. Sure it was really irritating but worse than that it scared the hell out of her. How was she meant to maintain her composure when this boy always left her one step behind, sprinting to keep up. She couldn't act with someone she could never predict. A part of her wished she'd sent him home instead of humouring him because with every second that ticked by the fear in her stomach grew stronger. The fear of rejection and humiliation hung above her like a constant black cloud that she could never dispel. Then Wes turned and grinned that bright, wide smile that created light even in the darkness that had descended over the house. Santana sighed a little, eyes flickering to Wes, her arm trapped in his strong, warm grip. She let herself lean against him and relax.

How could she fear rejection from a boy who screamed like a girl and cringed away from the sight of fake blood?

Wes smiled to himself as he felt the added weight of Santana's body leaning against his and tightened his grip a little around her arm.

A/N Hope you liked it :) Next update will hopefully be quicker, thanks for reading!