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Santana laughed a little at Sam’s question before nodding. “Yes, even whiter than you. I know you would have changed over the years but I doubt you’re at Luca’s level.” She added, disliking the fact that what she was saying was true. Santana and Sam were basically strangers at this point and she had nobody else to blame besides herself.

Focusing back on the blonde as he spoke, she frowned at the mention of Stevie. “I’m sure he’ll find his way eventually.” Santana reassured. “I mean, he has you as a big brother so that’s definitely got to help.” She added before smiling as he mentioned Stacey. “Stace is a Cheerio? I can totally see that.” Santana grinned as they made their way back into Quinn’s backyard. “I’m happy that she’s following in my footsteps.”

Sam did his best to ignore the way his stomach sank at the vocalisation of how he would’ve changed. It was one thing to think it in his head, it was another to actually hear it out loud. Just another thing to remind him that she hadn’t been around. He did his best to push that feeling away once more though as he shrugged. “I don’t think I’ve changed that much. Aside from like, the job and adult stuff I mostly do the same as I used to.” As they entered the yard once more, the blonde made sure to hold open the gate for her. “I bet you’ve changed lots.”

He sent a sad smile her way at the response to his brother. He hoped she was right. While it wasn’t so hard on him considering he was out of home now and had been for a while, he knew it was stressful on his father, and Dwight didn’t even know the half of it. A lot of the time Stevie would seek out his older brother’s place to crash or hide out when things got rough. Sam liked to do his best to keep those times from his dad. He much preferred talking about his sister, she was definitely the golden child but that meant that the conversation remained pleasant. “I’m sure she’ll tell you all about how she’s doing everything just like you did. Y’know, if you see her or whatever at any point.”

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The Barbecue || Samtana

“I don’t want you to go, Sam.” Santana told him softly. “I just don’t want to be the cause of anymore of your hurt.” She added sincerely. “I hate what I did to you.” The brunette admitted before shaking her head slightly. This really wasn’t the time or the place. It was completely inappropriate for them to hash everything out on Quinn’s front lawn. “We can be friendly for a night… if that’s something you’re okay with?” Santana asked, wanting to double check that he was alright with her sticking around. “Quinn misses you just as much as she misses me. So I can be nice if you’re okay with saying more than a few words to me.” She told him before offering him a hopeful smile.

“Tonight isn’t about me.” Sam shrugged his shoulders with his reply. Really it didn’t matter how he felt or what he was thinking. It was a social gathering, and it just wouldn’t be the same if one of them bailed before it even began. He looked away at her admission, not wanting to have this conversation right now. While he appreciated the sentiment, it wasn’t something that was fixable in the current moment. If at all, and they were meant to be back inside with their friends. His lifted her gaze to meet hers once more at her hesitation to come back inside. “I’m okay with it.” He assured, sending her a small smile to show he was sincere. “Plus, I’ve already said more than a few words to you.” Tilting his head back towards the house, he waved a hand to coax her to move. “So, how long has your mom been engaged for?”

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The Barbecue || Samtana

The last thing Santana had expected was for Sam to follow her out of the party once she had left. Tensing a little as he spoke, the brunette turned to face him for a moment before quickly looking away. “You were right… at the garage… you were right.” Santana admitted quietly, shaking her head slightly as she recounted their first interaction in years. “I have no right to just barge my way back into your life like nothing happened. I hurt you, Sam and no amount of dinners or fake politeness is going to change that. I’ve already ruined our friendship; I really don’t want to ruin your summer too.” The brunette told him honestly.

Hesitating for a moment, Santana stood from her spot on the curb and turned to face him. “So I’m going to take a step back.” She told him sincerely, her eyes finally meeting his gaze. “And I don’t want to make this shit any harder for you than it so clearly is. I can’t up and leave Lima, my mom needs me here but I’m not going to be all up in your busy. I figured I owe you that much.” Taking a step closer to him, she offered him a sad smile. “Go back in there and tell Quinn that I had already left and go enjoy the barbeque. You deserve it.” She told him softly. “But if you ever change your mind about dinner, ask Quinn for my number. I’m sure that she’ll give it to you.”

Sam furrowed his brows as he noticed the way she stiffened at his voice. It was like she had done a complete 360° turn. Now he was the one that made things uncomfortable? There was no way he was going to be prepared for that. He froze at her words though. He was right? Of course he was, but he hadn’t expected her to admit such a thing. There was a wave of relief that came crashing down with her words, and a lot of the anger he had been feeling faded too. Still, now wasn’t really the time for addressing such things, but he supposed he was backed into a corner. The least he could do was listen to her. Not wanted to seem like a complete jackass, he nodded his head to show he wasn’t simply ignoring her. “I’ll think about it.” He answered, much softer than he had spoken to her at the garage.

“But please come back inside.” He tried again, still not wanting her to leave for the sake of everyone else. Especially Quinn. They did not need anything souring the woman’s mood, especially when alcohol was involved. “You know everyone in there misses the crap out of you.” If anything, he should have been the one to leave out of the two, he’d attended every year, no-one was going to miss him. “It would be unfair to them if you left. This isn’t about you and me, we can be nice for one evening, can’t we?” Sam paused for a moment before adding on, “Or if you would feel better I can go. I’ve been here every year. It can be your turn if it would make you feel less uncomfortable. It’s Quinn’s thing after all, and you guys are super close.”

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The Barbecue || Samtana

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Santana had severely underestimated the negative feelings Sam so clearly felt about her. She could handle rage, sadness and annoyance but complete and total disinterest? The brunette had not been expecting that. Shrugging her shoulders at his comment, the brunette took a step back as a feeling of being completely overwhelmed washed through her. She didn’t want her life to not have Sam in it. She wanted them to be able to fix things but the Yale graduate was quickly realizing that she was alone with desire.

“I’m gonna go.” Santana blurted out, her attention focusing on Quinn as the blonde let out a whine in protest. Shaking her head, she finished what was left in her beer before plastering on the fakest smile she could muster up. “It’s fine, I promise I’ll make it up to you.” Santana reassured, her eyes meeting Sam’s briefly before she gave him a forced smile. “I’ll see you around, Evans.” She told him, though she knew that wasn’t going to be the case. Santana hated feeling like this and she sure as shit wasn’t going to put herself through it again if she could help it.

Ignoring Quinn’s requests for her stay, she tightened her grip on her beer bottle before turning on her heel. As she made her way out of the Fabray household, she tossed the beer bottle into the recycling bin once she was outside in the front yard. Pulling out her phone and ordered herself an Uber to take her back to her mom’s house. Groaning at the 30 minute wait time, she walked to the curb and took a seat.

The blonde wasn’t sure what kind of response he had expected from Santana, but her brazenly announcing that she was leaving before the barbecue had even properly began was not it. Sam allowed Quinn to do all of the arguing and convincing to get the other girl to stay. Whilst he felt kind of guilty for being the reason she wanted to go all of a sudden, he was also kind of relieved to be able to enjoy the rest of his evening without the awkward air between the pair. The blonde sent an awkward nod in return as he watched her leave.

It should have sent relief washing through him, not having her in his face any longer. But instead it was replaced with a pang of.. guilt? What on earth he was supposed to feel guilty for, he had no clue, but when Quinn looked towards him with confusion, he knew he was going to have to be the bigger person in this situation. Letting out a sigh, he passed his half empty can to the blonde. “I’ll be right back.”

It took more effort to actually move to follow where he had watched Santana head off to, overcoming all of the negative feeling he was having not being the easiest feat. He knew everyone had missed her though, and it was selfish to just let her leave because he may have been slightly uncomfortable. He was doing this for everyone else. He just hoped that she hadn’t actually left yet. A slight sense of relief washed over him as he found her sitting out on the curb. Approaching slowly as not not completely startle her, he hovered behind her awkwardly. “Please don’t go.”

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The Barbecue || Samtana

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Santana took another sip of her beer at Sam’s question in an effort to keep herself from leaving. She barely wanted to be here in the first place but having to sit through this awkwardness was almost too much. “Yale was great!” Quinn exclaimed, her smile never leaving her lips. “We graduated a few weeks ago and I’m just really happy that we’re both back in Lima for the summer.” The blonde added, her attention turning to Santana as she gently nudged her friend into speaking.

“Yeah. What Quinn said.” Santana offered up, rolling her eyes slightly when her best friend narrowed her gaze at her. “My mom is getting remarried.” The brunette added, her eyes meeting with Sam’s briefly before glancing back to Quinn. Sam had been there for Santana during high school when her parents decided to divorce. It was messy and incredibly difficult for the Latina. That was probably another reason why she left Lima without ever really looking back. Though that hurt too much to ever really focus on. “So that’s why I’m back in Lima for the summer. It’s this huge thing, because it’s her so of course it has to be, and she wanted me to help plan it. The guy isn’t terrible so I guess I’m happy for her.”

Even though there was almost anywhere else he would have rathered be right now, Sam couldn’t help the way his gaze flickered between the two girls. He felt relieved that he clearly wasn’t the only one uncomfortable in this situation. Maybe his words had had some sort of effect on the brunette after all, though it appeared that Quinn hadn’t any clue about the awkward air that sat between the former best friends, chatting along happily like everything was fine. It shouldn’t have surprised Sam that Santana hadn’t even cared enough about it to tell anyone. the young man wasn’t about to bring it up though. In fact, he was more than happy to ignore it for as long as he possibly could. “I’m glad I’ll be seeing you around. I missed you.” He answered Quinn with a smile, before it disappeared as Santana began to talk.

The blonde furrowed his brows as Santana mentioned that her mother was getting re-married. He knew it was a soft spot for her. Or at least, it had been back when he had known her. Sam wasn’t entirely sure if that had changed or not, but he guessed by the tone in her voice, and the way that she seemed reluctant to share meant it was still a rough topic. “It’s nice that she wants you to be involved?” He offered half-hearted, bringing his drink back to his lips. He felt bad for not having much else to say, but if he were being honest, he wasn’t entirely invested in why she was back. If he dared to care about this topic, then it meant that she still had a hold on him even after all this time. And he didn’t like the sound of that.

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The Barbecue || Samtana

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Santana and Quinn had always been close during high school but it wasn’t until they both began attending Yale did they become best friends. Every year, Quinn would always make an effort to return to Lima for the summer while Santana opted to stay away. That was mostly to avoid Sam. The brunette knew she had handled everything incorrectly all of those years ago and for the longest time, it had been easier to ignore Lima and all of the problems she knew would be waiting for her.

But apparently, this year was going to be different. As soon as Quinn had found out that Santana would be spending the summer back in Lima, she insisted that her best friend finally attend one of her famous Fabray Gatherings. Everyone from high school, or at least most of the people, would be there and apparently it was the perfect way to start the summer.

After some convincing, Santana finally agreed. Quinn’s house was massive and the perfect setting for this type of thing. For the first twenty minutes, the brunette couldn’t help but search for Sam. She hated how things went the last time they had spoken and while she didn’t want to push him, she really wanted a chance to explain herself properly. Pushing that thought away, Santana did her best to focus on catching up with the people she used to know in high school.

Standing beside Quinn near the pool, Santana pretended to care when Rachel Berry approached them and began ranted on about something she experienced during one of her auditions. This wasn’t high school and the brunette had grown a lot. She knew that pretending to care was a whole lot better than insulting someone and walking away. Yale had changed her for the better. Watching as Quinn’s face lit up towards someone on the opposite side of the backyard, Santana turned her head as Quinn waved to the person and summoned them over. Sighing quietly when she realized it was Sam, the brunette took a sip from her beer before offering him a small smile once he was close enough to notice. “Hey.” Santana offered, trying to seem less eager to talk than the last time they had interacted.

It should have been obvious that she would end up tagging along to the barbecue. Although he hadn’t spoken to her at all, and she hadn’t been around recently, he knew that she and Quinn were close. Sam almost kicked himself for being so surprised at seeing the brunette once again. If it weren’t for Quinn having seen him, he probably would have ducked in the opposite direction of the backyard and found someone else to catch up with first. At least that way he could have avoided the inevitable that little bit longer. He couldn’t be rude to the host though and so instead had to suck it up. Grabbing a drink for himself, he made his way over to the pair.

Sam sent Santana an awkward smile which definitely resembled more closely to a grimace before putting on a happy facade as he greeted Quinn, pulling the blonde in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He’d always had a soft spot for the woman, and now was no different, this gathering being one of his favourite times of year. “So, how’s Yale been treatin’ ya?” he questioned softly, looking between the pair as he attempted to make some small talk. It sounded awkward even to the young man, though he distracted himself as he brought his drink up to his lips to sip casually.

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The Barbecue || Samtana

Gatherings at Fabray residence where almost like a tradition since everyone had moved on to college. Every now and then when everyone came home to see their families, they would all congregate at the blonde woman’s childhood home for a night of catching up and a few drinks. It never failed Sam at just how flashy the place was, but he loved that he got to see everyone again. Of course, some never left Lima, himself being one of those few. But the ones that had generally put in the effort when they were home. It wasn’t often that people still kept in touch with their high school friends once moving on to college. Of course, not everyone made it every single year, but there was always effort put in. Usually people grew apart, had bigger and better things going on. Or so he had been told, so the fact that they kept their little self-made family together was amazing.

This year they had decided on having a nice barbecue, and the young man was more than happy for the distraction. It had only been a few days since his little run in with Santana, and he hadn’t been able to relax since. His mind constantly wandered back to her, how she’d just left him in the lurch and now rolled back into town as if nothing had happened. Then he would think about how good she looked, how she seemed to be doing well and that time had definitely been kind to her. Then he would hate himself for even caring at all all. He didn’t care about her anymore, no. He couldn’t. He was done with all of that.

By the looks of it, Sam was one of the last to show up, bowl of salad and a six pack in hand as he made his way casually around to the back of the large property, the young man comfortable and having been there enough to let himself in. Setting the drinks and bowl down on a nearby allocated table, he let his eyes flick across the large backyard, giving a nod to the boys as they greeted him and sent a friendly wave. His eyes continued to scan the area, most people were amidst a conversation or busy preparing food. His stomach sank though as he continued to scan the small crowd, eyes landing on a pair standing by the pool talking seemingly animatedly. Dark brown hair and toned skin catching his gaze easily. Shit. He hadn’t expected her to be here. There went the distraction.

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Coming to a stop as Sam moved himself so that he was now standing in front of her, Santana found his eyes as he passed back some of the money she had left on the counter. Accepting it, she dropped it into her handbag before focusing back on the blonde.

“Thank you.” She offered him quietly. “I know you have no reason to believe me but I meant what I said.” The Latina added sincerely. “I have so much that I need to explain… please, let me take you out for dinner and I’ll answer everything you may have a question to.” Santana suggested, a small smile gracing her lips. “Please, Sam.”

This was still all too much. Seeing her again, knowing that she would be around for a while, the confession. The young man felt like he was about to explode. Her talking again didn’t help with any of it, he just needed it all to stop. He shook his head frantically as she spoke again. “Just stop.” He all but pleaded, breaking the little eye contact that they had, instead looking anywhere else but at her. It still stung like crazy looking at her. “You’re not allowed to do this,” he began, his tone firm as he brought his gaze back to meet hers, “You’re not allowed to just come back to town and expect me to want to listen to you. What you did seriously sucked, Santana. You hurt me, you just got up and left like I meant nothing to you. I didn’t get a call, a text, nothing. It was like you just vanished. I waited around for months and months, and you coming back now-” he sighed when he realized he was losing track of what he was trying to say, “And no dinner is going to fix that.”

Taking a step back, he stuff his hands in his pockets uncomfortably. “I only came back out to give you back what you overpaid.” He didn’t want to mislead her into thinking that he had had any other intentions besides that and was simply playing coy. “I hope you don’t have any other problems with your car. And I guess I might see you around or whatever if you’re hanging around.” He didn’t give her any room to argue as he turned back on his heels and headed back into the garage.

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Back To The Start || Samtana

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Santana shook her head at his question. “No, of course not.” The brunette replied. While she didn’t appreciate the tone, she was grateful that he had offered her some sort of response. “I want my best friend back.” She admitted quietly, momentarily cringing at how naïve that sounded. “What I meant to say was, I want a chance to fix this and for us to be friends again. I know I screwed up but I was 18 years old Sam. I was 18 and terrified of leaving Ohio without you because I was in love with you.” Santana blurted out, her own eyes widening slightly at the admission. “Fuck.” She muttered, taking a step back in an effort to create some distance between the two of them.

Avoiding his gaze, she quickly searched through her handbag for her purse and without really knowing the total price, Santana grabbed a handful of bills and placed them on the counter. “Thank you.” She managed out, her grip tightening on the strap of her bag before she turned on her heel to exit the garage and walk back out to the parking lot. Santana hadn’t meant to confess as much as she just had and she really didn’t want to hear Sam rejecting her 4 and a half years after the fact.

Though Santana said that it wasn’t her intention, the blonde wasn’t entirely convinced. After all, he had believe that she would never do it in the first place, and look how that had turned out. Trusting her wasn’t something he was going to be doing again. The last time he had trusted her, she had crushed him. It had been his plan to finally come clean about his feelings for her after years of pining, and a lot of terrible mistiming’s with their situations. Every time he had thought to say something, there would be something, or someone in the way. He supposed that her leaving was just one more of those inconvenient things. But Sam took that as a sign. It had taken some time, but he had moved on. Or, so he told himself.

He was about to open his mouth to snap back at her once again when the confession slipped past her lips. She’d had feelings for him too!? Though it was probably meant to make things seem better, it only made things worse. She was in love with him and then just got up and left? That made zero sense to him. It did have him effectively standing in the spot, staring blankly at her retreating form though, his mind working a million miles and hour. Needing a temporary distraction, he instead picked up the bunch of notes that she had thrown on the counter, counting it quickly before lifting his head again. “Santana..” He called, quickly maneuvering around the counter to chase after her. Luckily he caught her before she had managed to leave. Holding out his hands, he passed her back a couple of notes. “You overpaid.”

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Back To The Start || Samtana

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Santana had only been back in Lima for a barely a week and it was already testing her. It had only been a few days since her car had broken down but she was already missing having the option to drive around. Having just graduated from Yale, the Latina had promised her mom that she would spend the summer back in her hometown before she made the big move to New York in August.

While Santana would never actively admit it, the brunette had actually missed Lima. Sure, it wasn’t the most glamorous town but it had some of her favorite people in it and she knew that this would be her opportunity to mend a few bridges before she moved to the Big Apple.

Running her fingers through her hair, Santana reached for her phone and checked the time. Placing it back in her pocket once she realized it was now the time that the mechanic said she could collect her car, Santana walked out of the parking lot and headed towards the garage. Stepping inside, the brunette removed her sunglasses and approached the counter. Hitting the service bell, she took a step backwards as she waited for someone to greet her.

It was business as usual for Sam at the tire shop. A steady flow of vehicles coming and going kept him pretty busy, from something as simple as a general service, to things a little more complex like the occasional repairs from a crash. Really, the name of the place didn’t cover all of the things the business did, being the only place in the town to do so. It was a good job, and the young man enjoyed the hands on aspect to it. Though he wasn’t out and underneath cars as much as he used to be now also managing the place.

Today they happened to be short on staff though, so he was doing his best to fill in and cover what they were lacking. Training teenagers wasn’t always as cracked up as it seemed, even if there was a point in time where he was one himself in the same position. Hearing the bell ring out front, the blonde pulled his head out of the hood of the car that had come in a few days earlier, having broken down on the way into town. It hadn’t been anything major, and Sam was currently giving it a final once over before the owner came in to collect. Rag in hand, he moved to the front room with a smile.

“Hey, how can I help you-” The smile faded quickly once he took in the figure in front of him. When had she come back to town? No-one had mentioned seeing her around. Clearing his throat, he tried again, not even acknowledging the fact that he knew her. She had ditched him without a care in the world, he had no obligation to be nice. “How can I help you today?” Setting the now grease covered rag down, he instead brought his arms to fold across his chest.

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okay so i really want a plot where they’ve been best friends for years. they lived next door to one another growing up and were pretty much inseparable from like middle school up. because let’s be honest, not everyone gets along right away. so, he’s been there for everything. the divorce of her parents. the break up with her boyfriend. going to prom with her, more so his choice than actually being the pity date. (he demands it actually) and she’s there for him too through the loss of his mother and him facing his depression with drugs. when it comes time for graduation, he’s got a job in town all lined up and she’s got a scholarship to go to some ivy league school. something she didn’t tell him. not until the day she was supposed to be leaving. it was a difficult goodbye and of course he got all mad and swore he’d never talk to her again because “how could his best friend just leave like that”. it was also going to be the day where he told her how he really felt about her. that he loved her. and all along she loved him too. SOOO flash forward five years, she’s back in town to help her mother or whatever, and they run into each other because her car breaks down just on the outskirts of town and when she goes to pick it up she finds out that he now runs the garage where her car had been fixed. there is a bunch of awkwardness. and probably some yelling. so angst. BUT a lot of feelings are eventually let out. like how she still loves him even to this day and he does too deep down inside but he’s scared to admit it because what if she leaves again. AND OMG CAN SOMEONE PLEASE DO THIS WITH ME LIKE NOW!?

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