A/N: Hi! So first off I wanna thank anyone who clicked on this and anyone who reviewed it, this is my first fanfic so it means a lot!:) Please continue to read and review, there's more to come! - Elle
As I was driving to my apartment, I felt Blaine looking at me. No, staring at me. I didn't dare look at him, I knew he still had questions. But by the time we pulled up to the second light, I couldn't help it anymore.
"What are you staring at?" I finally looked at him, my voice an octave higher from the nervousness I was beginning to drown in.
"You," He said dreamily, seeming almost in a daze.
"Yes, I know that Blaine. Why?" I asked, beginning to get annoyed. He knew what I meant.
"Let's just get to your apartment." He replied, patting my hand and looking out the window.
He is so weird sometimes.
Then I noticed it. Looking over at him, I realized something.
He's not wearing hair gel.
My mouth turned into a huge smile and I began bouncing in my seat, hardly being able to contain myself. I let out a fangirlish squeal, which caused Blaine to jump.
"Jesus Christ, what?" He looked genuinely frightened. "You aren't wearing hair gel!" I yelled and grinned goofily at him. He burst into laughter. "You just noticed this now?"
I looked back at the road embarrassed for my outburst, but still smiling. Thankfully, I was pulling into my apartment and searching my keychain for the right key, which gave me an out while getting out of the car and walking towards the door.
I risked a glance back at Blaine, who was following a couple feet behind me and still evidently amused.
He was wearing bright red skinny jeans that no one but him could pull off and a black shirt with a signature bowtie. I had to admit, the way that shirt stretched over his chest was pretty damn sexy.
We walked up the stairs to my front door in silence. I could feel Blaine standing close behind me as I unlocked and opened the door. I put my keys on the table as I do every day.
"Do you want anything to drink?" Why am I being so formal? This is like a second home to Blaine now, we both know he can help himself to anything he wants.
Nevertheless, I opened the refrigerator door and kept talking. "I have water, Pepsi-"
"Santana."
-", lemonade…" I trailed off, my voice too quiet to hear by the end of my sentence. He just looked at me.
I stared back, gathering the courage to find words. What is wrong with me? I can always talk to Blaine. About anything. I'm going soft, oh god.
This thought gave me the motivation to speak. "Yes?"
He walked towards me slowly, gently touching my arm. He seemed… concerned. "Are you alright?"
Might as well come out with it. "Blaine, something has been bothering me since that day at the park." He intertwined his fingers with mine and nodded, urging me to go on. It felt like my stomach was about to fall out my butt, but it was too late now. "If I'm being honest right now… After we kissed I… I thought you were going to ask me to be your girlfriend." I finally met his gaze, and I saw the look in his eyes. I recognized it. Pity. He felt sorry for me. Oh god, I should have known.
"Fuck." My hand flew to my mouth. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm sorry. Oh, god." I sat on the edge of my couch and put my face in my hands.
Of course he didn't like me that way. He was confused, I was his experiment. The very thought brought tears to my eyes.
Blaine's POV
I watched Santana dart to the couch and bury her face in her hands. I wanted to go to her, to comfort her, to hold her, but I was frozen. She thinks I don't want her.
What an absurd idea. I can't think of ever not wanting her. If the situation had been different, it might even be funny to think of such a thing.
God, if only she knew. If only she knew just how much she meant to me, how I would do or give anything to be with her. But how would she know, if I don't show her? Anyone might assume what she is if they were in her position, and I just expected her to go along with it. How idiotic.
It was then that I realized I had been standing there like a zombie, staring for the past two minutes. If I didn't act soon, it would be too late.
I walked over to Santana and kneeled down in front of her, placing my hand on her knee. "Hey."
"Hi" She replied quietly, her voice muffled by her hands.
"We seemed to be having a misunderstanding." Her head snapped up at my words, and I could see the tears in her eyes. "Wh…what?"
"You seem to think I don't want you to be my girlfriend." Her head tilted to the side as she stared at me. She seemed to be genuinely confused. "That's because you don't," She said, looking down. "I see that now. I'm sorry."
This time, I couldn't help but laugh under my breath. How could she not understand?
She looked at me, appalled. "What the hell are you laughing at?"
I smiled at her again, and she just became more furious. "I'm not going to sit here and pour my heart out to you just to have you laugh at me!" She snapped, standing up and pacing across the room. "Jesus, Blaine! I know it was stupid of me but you don't have to laugh, jeez!"
I walked up and stood in front of her, putting my hands on her shoulders. "Santana." She just kept on ranting.
"I mean, who do you think you are? Laughing at me for telling you how I feel? Why would yo-" "SANTANA!" I yelled. Her mouth clamped shut and she looked at me.
"Okay, I'm gonna make this as short and to the point as I possibly can. I want you, Santana. I've never wanted anything in my life as much as I want you. The only reason I didn't immediately ask you to be my girlfriend is because I wanted it to be perfect, because that's what you deserve." She opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off. "But I realize now, it doesn't have to be a huge production, because all that matters is you and me. Mostly you." By this time she was smiling at me. "San, if there is one promise I can make to you, it's that I will be the best boyfriend you have ever had and will ever have, and that I will be around as long as you want me."
I put my hands on both sides of her face and kissed her, and she lifted her hands to my neck. I kissed down her face to her jaw, down to her neck, and back up. "Blaine," She murmured between kisses. She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards her bedroom, pushing me onto the bed and taking control of the situation. She crawled on top of me and kissed me neck. I closed my eyes, getting lost in the feeling of her lips on my skin and her hands in my hair.
We made out for a little while, before I stole a glance at the clock and realized I had to be home.
"Santana, I" She placed a lingering kiss on my lips, temporarily clearing my mind. I shook my head vigorously and continued. "I have to go." She pouted and got off, pulling me up with her.
We walked towards the door, our hands intertwined. Before leaving, I wrapped me arms around her waist and she put hers around my neck, holding me close. "Oh I almost forgot," She looked at me questioningly. I put both of her hands in mine. "Santana Lopez, will you be my girlfriend?" She gave me a dorky grin and laugh. "Yes, Blaine Anderson, I will be your girlfriend." I pulled her once more, placing a soft kiss on her lips before I walked out the door.