where → brittany’s house.
when → friday night.
warnings → nothing, yet.
“I found Brittany quicker than I thought it would take,” she informed him casually. She had been expecting the blonde to be much harder to locate, Santana had half expected to not find her at all, the girl tucked away in a hidden location somewhere around the house. “She was pretty drunk but happy that I was getting out of there with a handsome boy,” she teased, nudging his arm with her elbow. “I’m glad to see your friends let you leave,” she said, watching as the uber pulled up in front of them. She hadn’t even considered the fact that both of them were definitely over the limit to drive. Not that she had brought her car, she lived three blocks from Brittany’s family home, so she had just walked over there in the afternoon before the party. “You’re so smart, I didn’t even think about being too drunk to drive,” she soothed, thanking him for opening and closing the door behind her.
The drive was quick and quiet but not uncomfortable, it was the perfect balance, as she watched their city pass through the window. “I trust your judgement,” she commented simply, as he swung the door open and guided them into the small diner. It wasn’t the same one that she had been thinking of, but none the less, she was excited to spend some time outside of the loud and consuming party they’d been in attendance at. As she took a seat in the booth opposite him, she stripped off her jacket, sitting it on the cushion next to her, suddenly feeling a little self conscious as they sat in the booth. They were definitely the most dressed up, most other people were casual, some looked like long distance truckers who were stopping in for a bit of sustenance before they got back on the road.
She picked up a menu and scanned over it, her stomach grumbling expectantly as she read the words. She’d been adamant that she wanted something breakfast-y, but now, with the smell of burgers and fries lingering through the diner, she wasn’t sure what she wanted. “What are you going to get?” she asked, lowering her menu to the table.
The waitress greeted Sam warmly, as if he was a dear old friend and it made her smile gently. His kindness shone out of every pore and it was a rare quality that Santana truly appreciated. There wasn’t enough kindness in the world, hell there wasn’t even a ton of kindness in her. The woman finished speaking to Sam and turned to her, asking for her order. She glanced over the menu a final time, secure in her choice. “Can I have a bacon cheeseburger, fries and a large strawberry milkshake, please?” she asked politely. “Oh and some onion rings, thank you.” she added on quickly as an afterthought, mouth already watering at the thought of stuffing herself silly with greasy food and dairy. If she was going to binge, she was going to do it properly.
“This was a good idea, i’m glad you asked me to come with you,” she smiled across the table, reaching over and giving his hand a soft squeeze. This was the first time in a long while that she’d been out on an actual date, if that’s what this was. He was obviously flirting with her and he had been receptive to her flirtatious remarks and her lingering touches. But she wasn’t about to start asking questions, instead, she chose to tear her eyes away from his and glance around the diner. There were only several other patrons and none of them were like the two dressed up, half drunk teenagers in the furthest corner booth. “I’m actually really hungry,” she admitted, eyeing the waitress who was returning with their drinks.
An odd sense of feeling the need to make sure her friend was okay filled the boy for a moment. Was it wrong of him to steal away her friend like this? What if she ended up needing her? “Is she going to be alright?” He questioned, the worry evident in his tone as he looked back towards the building they had just left. It didn’t quite register until half a second later that it was Britt’s house though, and that her older brother was the one that had thrown the party in the first place, surely she would be okay. He would look out for her if anything or anyone was to act up. The blonde almost missed the compliment Santana sent his way as he got lost in his own thoughts, though the contact brought him back. He was glad there was low lighting outside to hide the way he beamed at her. Handsome, huh. He liked that.
He let out a chuckle at her words. “I never drink and drive.” He informed her with a casual shrug of his shoulders. He knew a lot of people their age didn’t really care for those sorts of thing and risked it often- his teammates were prime examples of that- but the blonde didn’t think it was very funny, or very smart to be gambling with not only his own, but other people’s lives. People could call him stupid, but he wasn’t dumb. He would just get his mother to drop him back to his car in the morning, his parents always more than happy to if it meant their son was being safe. They had a good relationship in that sense. As long as he didn’t do anything stupid, they trusted him.
It was a busy night in the diner, compared to how few people generally came to it. Usually there were the few regulars that came through the same time each day, or someone just casually stopping in as they passed by, but it was still quiet enough to give the same homey feel he enjoyed so much about it. “I’m not too sure yet.” He shrugged, picking up a menu even though he knew the menu inside out. He the waitress by her name as she came up to take their order, sending a friendly smile her way and having a quick conversation about how his night had been. The pair went to school together, so they were fairly acquainted. He turned to look towards Santana once the conversation seemingly came to an end and waited for her to order before looking back up himself. “I’ll have the same. But swap the milkshake for water, thank you.” He paused for a moment before jumping at the realisation of how rude it must have seemed. “Oh!” He glanced between the two. “This is my friend, Marley. We go to school together.” He introduced, looking from one girl to the other. “Marley, this is Santana.”
His friend sent a quick smile her way before having to go and actually work, which left the pair alone once more which the boy was also glad for. “Yeah, me too.” He agreed, sending a matching smile her way. Now without the thumping of the party around them, he grew a little nervous. It had been easy at the party, if she had bailed or it didn’t work out it was easy to simply cut his losses and move on. He could go and get a new drink to drown his sorrows and pretend nothing really even happened. This felt like a whole other level of personal now. Though it was an excited nervous, one where he was excited to see where it went. “Yeah, me too.” He agreed once again, keeping her hand in his as his gaze followed hers towards where Marley was bringing their drinks.
He could see the way his friend glanced towards their hands on the table as she set the beverages down, but the young man didn’t shy away from the contact. He was sure she would mention something at school, or the next time he came around. For now, he thanked her and she went on her way to serve the other people in the diner. This was the first person he’d showed even the slightest hint of interest in since the summer. Looking at the girl across from him, he sent her a grin. “You ready for the best milkshake you’ve ever tasted? It’s really good. If you don’t like it, then I don’t think we can see one another again.” He teased as he watched her take the first sip. Their food came shortly after, and Sam had to do his best to not inhale the meal in front of him. The game had really taken a toll on his appetite, but he wanted to impress. “What do you think so far?”
