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Texts || Sam 💬 Santana

SAM: Being forced to go to the party. Idk I dont usually go unless I have to, I guess Im kinda a homebody. Im really glad this time I caved and went along.

SAM: I just dont wanna scare you off by coming on too strong.

SAM: I cant wait.

SANTANA: I always go to these parties, but they bore me, I thought going to a college party would be fun but meh. I'm probably more extroverted than you but I like to stay home as well too.

SANTANA: I've dealt with way worse than you, I find you charming.

SANTANA: Me neither, cheering is gonna' feel like a drag until I see you afterwards.

#text.

Texts || Sam 💬 Santana

SAM: She had a good weekend too then? Yeah we had a lot of fun. Well I know I sure did. A lot more than I thought I would at first.

SAM: Maybe thats exactly what she wants you to think. I mean all the best spies put on a act. You just tell me when and i’ll totally drop in to check it out. I mean, I guess.

SAM: I’ll tell my parents im staying at a friends place.

SANTANA: Yeah, she enjoyed herself. You mean, being forced to go to the party or in general? I had a great time.

SANTANA: I would love it if that was true, but she's just insane. You don't need to play coy, I like that you're keen to see me again.

SANTANA: Cool. Good. We'll have fun.

#text.

Texts || Sam 💬 Santana

SAM: I mean technically itll be the second one. I mean party at least. I really hope you have fun with me.

SAM: Maybe she was like some kinda super spy! Saving the world one cheerleading competition at a time. I mean I guess so long as you love it, still doesnt seem right.

SAM: Are your parents away from home again?

SANTANA: Yeah well, it was just B that I ditched and she was busy getting motorboated by a frat bro, so she didn't care too much. We had a lot of fun at the weekend, did we not?

SANTANA: She's too much of a loose cannon to be a spy, but it's a hilarious thought. Come pick me up after practice sometime and you'll see the lunacy in all its glory. Nah it's insane, but that's how you win competitions.

SANTANA: Overnights at the hospital, they'll be gone till Saturday evening.

#text.

Texts || Sam 💬 Santana

SAM: Oh right. Duh. Yeah I have a game Friday night. But after would be awesome. Are you sure you can bail on a second one? Your friends wont miss you?

SAM: Maybe shes some kinda physic? You get weighed? That seems extreme... But speaking of running. When do I get to see you in that workout gear?

SANTANA: I mean, they'll miss me sure, but I have a feeling that they'll survive one night without me. Besides, I feel like i'll have more fun with you.

SANTANA: I honestly thought for a while in sophomore year that she bugged our cells or something. Yeah, we get weighed weekly, if we're over we get put on an all liquid diet. But hey, I love to cheer, so I tolerate it.

SANTANA: We could go running on Saturday, assuming that you'd be up for another slumber party at mine on Friday?

#text.

Texts || Sam 💬 Santana

SAM: You totally didnt answer the question. Does that mean no?

SAM: Did she like, hear about your weekend or something? I didnt get like, punished or nothing but my coach heard about us boys on the team going to the party.

SANTANA: It's a yes obviously but it's game night on Friday, isn't it the same for you guys? But I can ditch the afterparty and be free afterwards, if you wanted to get some more late night burgers.

SANTANA: She's terrifying, I swear, it's like she just knows everything. I didn't get punished per se, but she did make me get on the scales, thankfully the old treadmill till I felt like puking trick seemed to damage control the weekend.

#text.

Texts || Sam 💬 Santana

SAM: Most fun I’ve had in a long time. Yeah? Awesome! Friday? If your free?

SAM: Your coach wasnt too hard on you were they?

SANTANA: Same. I'm really glad you wandered outside.

SANTANA: Yeah, she's a fucking demon. But hey ho, it was worth it. Fatty food, drinks and sex.

#text.

Texts || Sam 💬 Santana

SAM: Of course. Mostly about the other night, and how id like to see you again. Yknow, if you would wanna see me again.

SAM: Im good. Pretty tired after training, but good.

SANTANA: It was fun, wasn't it? I'd be down to see you again, of course. When were you thinking?

SANTANA: Yeah, I had cheer practice after school today, it was killer after a weekend of indulgence.

#text.

Texts || Sam 💬 Santana

SAM: Im glad you think so. Ive been thinking about you.

SAM: Hey :) How are you?

SANTANA: Good things, I hope?

SANTANA: I'm good, how are you?

#text.

blurays

Bring It On 2000, dir. Peyton Reed

#like.#cheerleading.

Texts || Sam 💬 Santana

SAM: So this is me checkin in to make sure you didnt forget me.

SAM: Its Sam. From the party.

SANTANA: You're pretty unforgettable.

SANTANA: Hi handsome.

#text.

tanamaribel

bump & grind → 001.

tanamaribel

where → santana’s house. when → friday night. warnings → edging towards nsfw.

Sam:

The blonde nodded his head as he awaited her response. She had mentioned them in passing enough that the boy couldn’t fight the urge to want to know more. Apparently that was just how he felt about everything regarding the girl walking beside him. He had had the same overwhelming urge for the most part of the night since stumbling across her outside. Each time she let slip a little bit about herself, he found himself wanting to know just that little bit more. It had been a long time since he had felt this way about someone, and he hoped for the life of him that this wasn’t just a one night and done kind of thing.

Even when talking about her parents though, she seemed to harbour some sort of negative feeling about herself. The young man really wanted to reassure her that he didn’t in any way feel the same. “I think your parents working a lot would be the total opposite to being spoiled.” In fact, Sam thought it would kind of suck. He couldn’t imagine a time when his parents had ever been absent, that he had come home and not at least one of them be there to welcome him. They always did their best to be around, whilst also somehow giving him the space to be his own person. “What’s his favourite?” He questioned softly as he made a mental note of the small facts she had given him with the plan to use them if or when he met them. It was always a bonus to have an extra edge.

“They’re really awesome.” He replied without hesitation, a smile gracing his lips as he thought about the things he could tell her. “My mom works at the bank, as a teller? I think that’s what they’re called. She cooks dinner every night, always super easy to talk to.” He bit back the urge to say the normal things. Clearly his normal wasn’t the same as hers. “She has to take more time with my siblings sometimes because they’re younger than me, but I don’t mind.” Sam was old enough to look after himself for the most part, they required more attention. “I have one brother and one sister. They’re eleven and nine. I would do anything for them.” Stevie and Stacey we’re arguably the most important people in his life, there wasn’t a thing he could think of that he wouldn’t do for the pair. “And then my dad just works construction.” He finished with a shrug. It wasn’t a fancy job by any means, but it supported their family. “He pushes me hard, but I wouldn’t be as good at football as I am without him. He keeps me focused.”

It was easy to forget about everything else as Santana moved close, his whole being consumed by her as he kept her in his arms easily. Her own need for reassurance making him feel more comfortable about his own worries. “Mhm.” He hummed softly as he allowed her to completely overwhelm him once more. Lips moved against one another easily and he had to fight back letting out an audible groan as she slipped her tongue into his mouth, allowing her to roam free with her ministrations. Her touch set him on fire, and she didn’t need to ask twice before he complied with her request. Honestly, there probably wasn’t much he wouldn’t do for her in the current moment. Swiftly removing the offending shirt, the blonde dropped it on the floor beside the pair, he could worry about that later. Right now he just wanted more.

Santana:

His quick response to her question about his parents made her smile. She was big on family and it was nice to see that he was too, something that she could immediately tell. She nodded, engrossed at his information about his family. She liked hearing that they were sweet and supportive, it was something that she was grateful of, of her own parents. They let her be her own person and make her own decisions, within reason. But they often over-compensated for their lack of presence at home with gifts and cash. “Yeah, but they spoil me,” she explained, “they try and make up for the fact that they’re not here much by buying me things, like my car.” It wasn’t that she was complaining, she would never ever look a gift horse in the mouth, but it was something that bothered her underneath the surface. “His favourite is ‘Young Frankenstein’ and mine is ‘Dracula: Dead and Loving It,” she informed him happily.

“Your family sounds sweet,” she smiled, picturing the family of five in her head. Sam’s mother and father and their three sweet golden blonde children. It was a nice image, nicer more so knowing that he was clearly very loved. “Maybe I could help you babysit sometime,” she offered, her lips curling into a small smirk. “I’m not great with kids, but i’m very good at distracting handsome babysitters,” she teased. It could be sweet; his cute (because just one glance at him told her that they had to be adorable) siblings curled up on the couch, a dumb film and a bowl of popcorn. With the option to distract and have a solid make-out session after the kids went to bed? Babysitting with someone was super nineties but sometimes it was okay to revive long forgotten traditions.

His eagerness to remove his shirt made Santana grin like a damn idiot, as she ripped her eyes away from his and let them travel down his bare chest. And sweet baby Jesus, what a sight it was. He looked like he was carved out of the most precious marble and she could imagine he would feel much more at home in a museum than on a high school football field. His fingertips ran across the skin, that was warm to the touch and this time, when she moaned, she didn’t try and disguise it. “God,” she mumbled, eyes transfixed on him, “you have the best abs i’ve ever seen in my life.” It was an easy compliment because it was completely and undeniably true. Wanting to even the playing field, she reluctantly removed her hands from his skin and reached around to her own back, fumbling slightly with the zipper of her dress.

As she slid the zipper down, she let the dress fall to and then pool below her on the floor, stepping out of it and kicking it slightly to the side to join his shirt. Her underwear was a deep shade of red and possibly more revealing than needed, but it complimented her tanned skin perfectly, hugged her hard earned curves like it was painted on. “Seemed unfair that you were the only one in a state of undress,” she offered as an explanation, before she kissed him again. Kissing Sam seemed to ignite a fire in the pit of her stomach, one that she hadn’t known was there. Every touch set her body aflame, every kiss made her knees go weak. How had she not known that she was missing this passion, this lust, this pure need, before now? “Do you want to go upstairs?” she asked, .

#001.#bump & grind.

tanamaribel

bump & grind → 001.

tanamaribel

where → santana’s house. when → friday night. warnings → nothing, yet.

Sam:

The blonde boy could definitely understand where she was coming from with not wanting to live with regrets. Though he supposed his worry with regrets stemmed more to not doing everything he possibly could with his talents. That he would grow old and not feel like he had made the most of the opportunities that he had been given. He had all of college to party and have fun, if he didn’t end up making it into any football scholarship, but if that happened then at least he would be able to say that he did absolutely everything that he possibly could to not miss the shot. He tried not to think about though, instead making sure to put all of his eggs into the basket with as must optimism as he could muster. A negative mentality wasn’t going to get him anywhere, and why would anyone else believe in him if he didn’t himself?

Sam shrugged his shoulders at the mention of having to meet her father beforehand. Most people would be deterred from having to meet a parent so soon into knowing someone, but the blonde had no issues in introducing himself early on. “I am awesome with parents.” He assured with a shrug of his shoulders and a smile. “If it meant he knew you would be in good hands, then I would happily introduce myself.” Gently he gave her hand in his a squeeze. Seeing her in her workout gear would be more than worth it in itself, for that he knew for sure. And if by any chance her father didn’t like him, well.. they would deal with that when it came. “What’re your parents like?” He asked suddenly, struck with curiosity. Usually you could tell a lot about a person by their relationship’s with their family.

‘It can be whatever you want it to be’ rung in his head as he looked down at her, the sudden rush of nerves settling some as he sent her a smile. What he wanted it to be he was unsure about. Of course, part of him wanted to take things inside, see how it played out. It could be fun. At the same time he wasn’t usually the type to move so fast after meeting someone. especially if he liked them. Generally the blonde hadn’t really been given the option and he had been okay with that, surprised that he had even managed to catch the attention of a pretty girl, but did that mean that he had to take advantage of this opportunity simply because it presented itself? Would that make him just like all of the other guys on his team? It wouldn’t hurt to at least go inside for a little bit, surely they could talk things through if need be. And well, if things continued progressing then maybe that could be okay too.

He looked around in awe as he stepped inside the house. It was definitely nicer than his own, his parents having good jobs, but also a tighter pocket due to having three children to care for. Everything seemed to be pristine and in place compared to his house which had children’s toys sporadically covering the place. His place definitely had a more homey feel to it though. Part of him wondered if or just how much time the cheerleader spent her time at home alone. “The place is lovely.” He spoke softly, still gawking a little at it.

He shook his head at the drink offer, not feeling like he needed anything else at this time. Instead he was happy to just be spending time with her. His arms wrapped easily around her waist as she approached him, enjoying the feeling of having her in his arms. He had thought about it sporadically throughout the night, but hadn’t expected just how nice it would feel. The blonde was pleasantly surprised when she leaned in to press her lips to his, reciprocating quickly though it was over far sooner than he would have liked. “You don’t gotta apologise.” he assured, leaning in slowly to close the gap again. “I’ve been wanting to do the same thing.” He didn’t hesitate in pressing his lips back to hers gently.

Santana:

“My parents?” she echoed, glancing over at him. What were her parents like, really? She adored her parents but she was more used to her own company. Or when she was younger, her Abuela. The sharp acid tongued woman had taught Santana a great deal. And in the process, given the impressionable younger girl a ton of insecurities and personal hang-ups, but that was neither here nor there. “They’re fine. Both doctors, Mama Lopez is a pediatrician, Papa Lopez is cardiologist. They work a lot, hence the whole spoiled, only child vibe that you might be getting off of me,” she offered with a shrug. “My dad likes watching old Mel Brooks films, which got me really into them too. He has the best laugh in the world,” she smiled, thinking about her father. It was absolutely no secret that she was a total daddy’s girl. “And my Mom makes the best pork tamales in the entire world. She was the one who got me into cheering, she cheered when she was a teenager too.”

She loved her parents, wholeheartedly. And she was undoubtably the apple of their eyes. But they worked a lot, which meant that she had to fight for their attention, which in turn made her crave their attention. She had been known from time to time to lash out, get herself into trouble to attempt to have them give her their time. But she’d grown up somewhat from that, somewhat. Something about Sam, told her that he didn’t have the same experiences as her. That his parents were more present, more involved in the day-to-day of their teenage sons life. “What are your parents like? Do you have brothers and sisters?” she asked, running the pad of her thumb over the back of his hand, genuinely interested in what his home life was like.

Sam wasn’t like the other boys that she’d ended up in this predicament with. Really, she didn’t exactly know that definitively, but she could tell from his gentlemanly nature, his initial hesitancy and maybe a touch of intuition that he probably hadn’t been in this situation many times before. Not that there had been a ton of boys in her life. Jake was the most consistent. Their on/off thing had been going since he made starting quarterback and she made the top of the pyramid and Carmel’s social hierarchy. It was relatively easy and uncomplicated, but she was bored. Undeniably so. He bored the life out of her. He was a teenage boy who liked football, shooting the shit with the boys and he had a handful of other banal interests. He didn’t excite her, or interest her. There was no real attraction there, above the surface ‘we’re both beautiful teenagers’ level. And then there was the whole monogamy thing. He’d slept with half of her squad and she was supposed to feel jealous, yet she didn’t. She didn’t care.

“You have?” she asked, in a soft voice. Even for her, the insecurity raged underneath her perfect unblemished skin. When Sam pressed his lips against hers again, she didn’t hesitate to kiss him back. Fiercer, more passionate than before. He had given her the go-ahead and hell, if she wouldn’t simply take a little bit of what she wanted. Her tongue slipped out of her own mouth and into his, pressing against his tongue, tasting and teasing him. His arms snaked around her waist and hers wrapped around his neck, fingertips lacing through the back of his golden hair, as she pressed her chest flush against him. She decided to push a little further, one hand slipping from his neck to slip underneath the front of his shirt, relishing the feeling of his warm skin and - jesus christ, his abs - underneath her fingertips. “Off,” she mumbled against his lips, hands now tugging petulantly at his shirt, “take it off.”

#bump & grind.#001.

tanamaribel

bump & grind → 001.

tanamaribel

where → santana’s house. when → friday night. warnings → nothing, yet.

Sam:

If he had taken a moment to really think about her words, he probably could have worked out what team she cheered for. But his focus wasn’t on that right now. Instead, he was just interested in knowing more about her personally. He could definitely understand where she was coming from with wanting to lead by example. “I get that,” he replied softly with a nod of his head. He tried his best to do the same, it was hard with a bunch of teenage boys though who didn’t really pay much attention to anything but themselves. “Y’know, you send a lot of mixed messages,” he commented in return, “You a good example for your team, or are you a rebel?” He lifted a curious brow at her. He had noticed that she was rather contradictory at times. Maybe that was part of her charm, she was both things at the same time.

“What if you had someone to run with you?” His question slipped before he had a moment to think. Whilst he could understand a parent wanting to protect their child, he also didn’t know if sheltering them was the best at the same time. But maybe that was also partially due to the fact that he was far less likely to be grabbed or harassed on the street. It was common knowledge that women got pestered far more than men did. Sam also liked to think he was equipped enough to handle an advance if it were to happen by chance. “I mean, would he be okay with you actually going on runs then? I could protect you.”

Whilst she dis argue some, he was glad that it didn’t take too much of a fight for her to cave and let him pick up the bill. He was a gentleman after all, and a gentleman always paid for a lady’s food. Especially when he had been the one to ask her along in the first place. It was old fashioned in a sense, but something that Sam liked to hold himself to. It wasn’t hard to treat a woman nicely, and he liked her which was even more of a reason to want to leave a lasting impression. “I’m glad that I needed air.” That was really what had started it all. “And that you weren’t like, super mean and told me to buzz off.” He chuckled, it not being an uncommon thing for him to have experienced. He smiled softly as the pair fell into an easy stride, hand in hand. It felt natural, not forced in any way and sent a fluttering sensation to the pit of his stomach, something he’d not felt in a long time.

He couldn’t help that wash of sadness as they reached her front door, assuming that it was going to be the end of the night once she entered the house. Still, he hovered around outside. When she reappeared again the blonde almost leaped for joy. At least he would be able to tell her a proper goodbye. Though, what was that exactly? He had her number so it wasn’t like he’d never see her again, but was he meant to kiss her? Give her a nice friendly hug? A handshake even? These were the things he was terrible at predicting, most definitely one of his fatal flaws. He did not expect her to invite him in at all. In fact, he didn’t expect her to suggest anything at all. “You uh.. you want me to come in?” Swallowing thickly, he let out a shaky nod. Maybe she was more rebellious than he gave her credit for. It was like his brain had short circuited even with the simple kiss. It was hard to form a thought. “I could come in. But… are you sure?” He didn’t want her to feel pressured into anything she didn’t want to do, and he didn’t usually do this sort of thing.

Santana:

His comment about her being contradictory caught her off guard. It wasn’t something that she had considered herself to be, but the more that she pondered over it, she could entirely see where he was coming from. “It’s more that I should be a good example for my squad. They look up to me, you know i’m the youngest captain in the teams history. No one ever got it sophomore year, except for me. Everyone expects me to be good and sometimes I just wanna say ‘fuck it’ and go off the rails,” she explained, with another shrug of her shoulders. “The drinking and the binging aren’t exactly a great business model, neither is the occasional ditching of classes or the constant late nights. But i’m only human, i’m seventeen years old. I don’t want to wake up in a few years, filled with regret that I didn’t enjoy the high school experience because my cheer coach is a monster.”

At his offer, she smiled brightly at him. It seemed like a perfect suggestion. She would get to work out, spend time with a cute boy and her father would be satisfied too. “I mean, my father will definitely want to meet you first but i’m sure he’d be agreeable to that,” she informed him sweetly, squeezing his hand. It was strange, they’d just met that evening, yet it felt like she’d known Sam for years. There was an undeniable pull and clearly he felt it too, as he hadn’t dropped her hand the moment she’d threaded their fingers together. He was bringing out a sweet side in her, one that she reserved for the people closest to her. “But regardless of what my father thinks, I would really like that, having a handsome man to protect me and keep me safe. I promise, i’ll wear very tight yoga pants and run in front of you, as payment.”

She nodded at his question, nerves flooding his features. She worried for a moment that she’d made a mistake, pushed too hard, too fast. She was a taker by habit. She was spoiled and usually got what she wanted, people didn’t often tell her no. Hence her quick and steady rise to the top of the pyramid and the social hierarchy at Carmel. She smiled at him when he asked if she was sure. “Yes, i’m sure. I’ve had a lot of fun with you tonight and there’s no reason that has to end now. It can be whatever you want it to be,” she soothed, hoping that she had done enough to quell his anxieties. He was a lot more thoughtful that most other high school boys their age, who wouldn’t have given a second thought to her request. They would have simply lifted her up and slid their hand under her short dress, not asking anything more. It was a refreshing change, one that Santana appreciated more than she let on.

Satisfied that both of them were okay with going inside, she laced her fingers through his and pulled him through the threshold, closing the door behind the two of them and locking it. She wouldn’t turn the alarm system on just yet, in case he was actually just coming in to wait for a cab or an uber. She wasn’t entirely sure what to expect now. “Welcome to Casa de Lopez,” she said with a smile, glancing around the foyer. Her parents were both doctors, so their house was large and a little ostentatious. “I can give you the grand tour, but it might be a little bit boring,” she shrugged, as she slipped off her jacket and tossed it over the stairway banister, kicking off her shoes too. “Or I can get you a drink. We have water, soda, wine, bourbon, probably some vodka too.”

She turned back around to face Sam. He looked handsome and almost painfully shy. It was endearing and she worried that she had been too bold, too forward. But he was here, wasn’t he? He clearly wanted to come in. And that was good enough reason for her. She took several steps across the cold tiles, her bare feet padding against the floor. When she reached him, she pushed up on her tip-toes and one of her hands brushed his cheek softly. She pressed her lips to his, it was chaste and only for a moment and she pulled back an inch, eyes opening to glance up at him. “Sorry,” she offered half-heartedly with a small smile, “I wanted to do that all night.”

#bump & grind.#001.

tanamaribel

bump & grind → 001.

tanamaribel

where → brittany’s house. when → friday night. warnings → nothing, yet.

Sam:

“I guess you could say you’re special.” He nodded, only just realising the weight of the comment and trying to downplay it, at least a little bit. This was another one of those times where him being too open and honest with people could also be perceived as being overly clinging, or committing to something far earlier than he should have. Being an ‘all in or nothing at all’ kind of guy had it’s downsides sometimes. Especially when you were in high school and most people your age weren’t really interested in anything long term or permanent. He still wasn’t sure exactly what it was that intrigued him so much about this girl, but he definitely didn’t want to screw things up before he had the chance to try and work it out.

He watched on as she scribbled down something on a napkin, before smiling at the realisation that it was her number. Well, that was a step in the right direction. Without hesitation he reached into his pocket to take out his phone. There was no point in pretending he wouldn’t message her at some point. Quickly, he saved the digits to his contacts, sending her a quick ‘Hi,’ in a text. “Now you can’t forget me.” He stated, smile still etched onto his features. “Or get me confused with someone else.” The young man was sure there were plenty of guys seeking attention from her, he certainly didn’t want to get muddled up with anyone else.

The blonde’s eyebrows shot skyward at her comment. “Your coach is that strict on you?” He questioned in surprise. He had known that some of the competition within the schools had been pretty tough, but they were all still kids at the end of the day. His coach wanted the boys to take everything on the field and during training seriously, of course, but he wouldn’t have ever booted someone from the team, or replaced their position for enjoying a meal. That just seemed outlandish. His surprise was quickly replaced with a smirk though. “You’re kinda a rebel, huh.” It was more a statement than a question, but he liked that she still didn’t allow to be pressured. One cheat meal wasn’t really going to kill anyone. The young man was sure he would be far more inclined to want to eat poorly if he wasn’t allowed the freedom to do so on his own terms. He could also relate to wanting to do his best to work off tonight in the morning. “Do you have a specific path you normally run?” He asked curiously, maybe he could pick up running a route instead of on the treadmill.

Sam was happy that she had enjoyed her meal, though had a dread that this was where their night would end, both full and satisfied with their meal, and that thought made him sad for a moment. Glancing around the diner, he tried his best to think of something that could stall them parting ways. There had to be something… Walking her home, of course! Why he hadn’t thought of that he didn’t know. Humming as if having to think over it for a moment, he slowly slipped out of the booth. “Mmm, I think I could spare a little more time to walk you home.” He tried to make it seem as if he wasn’t too eager, but the smile that broke onto his face betrayed him. Quickly he paid the bill, thanking Marley once more before holding open the door for the pair to leave. “Ladies first.” He waited for her to exit and lead the way.

The air outside was cool in comparison to inside the diner, but not so much so that it was uncomfortable to walk. It was nice this time of night, everything seemed so peaceful in comparison to the day, the stars shining brightly above the pair. Looking over at Santana, he took a moment to study her features in the streetlights, he had really enjoyed his night. “Y’know, I’m super glad I ended up going to that party. This has been one of the best nights I’ve had in a while.”

Santana:

“We’re champions,” she shrugged at him, “and nationals qualifiers will be coming up soon, so we gotta’ be at the top of our game. Plus, as head cheerleader, apparently I should be the one setting some kind of example, I don’t know.” She rolled her dark brown eyes and smiled at him, knowing that he would understand somewhat coming from a football background. “Oh, you don’t know the half of my rebel behaviour,” she told him with a cheeky wink. Truthfully, she played by the rules most of the time. Hell, her position at the top of the pyramid meant that she made most of the rules. But the higher she was, the bigger the fall, so she tread carefully, to ensure there was no losing grip.

“Treadmill usually,” she informed him, “my Dad saw in the news that there were dudes who wait in the bushes to try and grab girls who jog alone, so he doesn’t like to let me do it now. So he bought me a treadmill and turned one of the spare bedrooms into a home gym.” It sounded so stupid when she said it out loud and it felt dumb admitting it to someone, but Sam had a strange way of making her feel at ease and completely disarmed. “I’m an only child, so my parents can be quite protective of me,” she explained, the corners of her mouth quirking up into a smile. She was a complete Daddy’s girl, totally spoiled only child.

She argued back for a moment about letting him pick up the tab. It wasn’t technically a date and it had been half her idea to actually leave the party in the first place. But she quickly realised that it was futile to fight him on this. If there was a next time, she would pay for that one. She thanked Marley profusely, as she happily clutched her boxed up leftover food inside a plastic bag. This was her favourite time of the evening, when the stars twinkled above them and the world was quiet, still. “I’m glad you came outside and said hello,” she admitted honestly, before reaching over and lacing her fingers through his, walking quietly beside him, their joined hands swinging between the two of them. “I like parties and all, but you definitely spiced up my night. I had a lot of fun, getting food and getting to know you.”

They walked quietly, making idle conversation, her to-go bag held tightly in her free hand. As they reached her house, she unlocked the door and went inside for a moment to turn off the alarm and drop the food off on the foyer side table. She quickly moved back outside to face him, weighing up her options. She wanted him to come inside and the cards would fall wherever they fell. It was a risky ask, he was a gentleman after all. But she was a teenage girl, somewhat drunk on vodka and her hormones were running wild that night.

Usually at one of these parties, she could have expected to have a quickie with Jake in the upstairs bathroom, her perched on the counter, legs wrapped around his waist. But tonight, she’d ditched that plan and found something better. Turning to face him, she took a step forward and closed the gap between them. “My parents are at a medical conference in Denver all weekend,” she informed him coyly, her hands moving to the front of his shirt, fiddling with the buttons on it. “Do you want to come in?” she asked, an eyebrow arched at him, as she pressed her body into his. “I mean, you can wait in here for your uber home, or...” she suggested, before pressing up on her tip toes to place a kiss on the skin underneath his ear.

#bump & grind.#001.

tanamaribel

bump & grind → 001.

tanamaribel

where → brittany’s house. when → friday night. warnings → nothing, yet.

Sam:

He had never met anyone that actively didn’t enjoy driving, but maybe that was just because most people he hung out with were guys. The teenager had been thrilled when he had finally got his license, no longer having to walk or bike around. Or worse, get his parents to drop him off somewhere. The moment he had it, he would find any excuse to whip around town, sometimes even doing it just for fun once he and his dad had fixed up an old truck for him. It had been a great bonding and learning experience. He had enjoys the hands on aspect of it, and getting a vehicle out of it was just icing on the top. It was also surprisingly reliant given the means of acquiring it. The young man ensuring it was kept serviced and running well. He couldn’t help but chuckle at her abbreviation. “What does the amount of seats have to do with that?” He questioned lightly.

Usually Sam would have ordered something a little better for himself when coming. But he didn’t want to seem lame, always looking out for what he was eating and one burger wasn’t going to kill him. He was a teenage boy, everyone expected them to smash whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. It didn’t matter if they were seeking out playing a sport professionally or anything like that. He shook his head gently at her offer for some of the milkshake though, he didn’t need the milk on top of everything else, he would be okay with the water. Plus, it wouldn’t hurt to sober up a little more even though he hadn’t really drank heavily or anything. Still, it had been enough. “Oh, there is loads of pressure.” He teased, smiling as she mentioned enjoying the beverage. “I’m glad you like it. I personally really enjoy their vanilla ones.”

He paused for a moment at her tease, contemplating whether to play it cool or whether to simply be honest with her. It wasn’t necessarily perceived as being cool to be so forward with a girl, especially when you were supposed to be a jock, but being a jerk just wasn’t his style. The treat em’ mean, keep em’ keen motto just seemed silly to the blonde. Bringing his water to his lips, he took a sip before shrugging his shoulders. “I mean. Yeah. I think it would be cool if we saw each other again.” Hopefully she would want that too. “I mean, I don’t bring just any girl here.”

It was hard to focus on his own meal when he could watch the girl across from him instead. The way that she didn’t shy away from simply digging in being refreshing to the young man. She was enjoying herself, and he liked that. That she wasn’t afraid to just do what she was happy doing instead of having to try and censor herself in any way. When she drew attention to him and his own food, he finally lifted the burger from his mouth to take a bite. “It’s good. It’s always good.” He assured once he had swallowed the mouthful. He came here often, he was already well aware of the quality of food. It didn’t take long for him to finish everything on his plate, glancing over to hers as she mentioned having leftovers. “You’re gonna eat a burger for breakfast huh?” He quirked a brow at her with a chuckle. “Do all girls only eat half of their meal?” He teased gently as he leaned back in the booth. “I mean it makes sense, you are pretty small, it’s cute. I don’t know where you’d have space to fit it.”

Santana:

Truthfully, she normally didn’t have to drive unless it was completely necessary. She had a plethora of boys who were more than willing to drive around a pretty girl on all and any errands she needed. Driving just made her nervous, it made her palms sweat, she couldn’t explain it much more than that. “Because if I DD, I gotta drive one person at a time,” she explained, “my parents bought me a two seater for my birthday last year. Cute car but completely impractical. It would take me hours to shuttle back and forth, so I never stay sober and drive people. Besides, Lima isn’t that big, most people who live around here just walk or get an uber home now.”

“So i’m special if you brought me here?” she laughed, teasing her fingers through the ends of her hair nervously. She had no idea what it was about this boy that was making her nervous. “Cool,” she replied to his admission that he wanted to see her again, ignoring the way that her stomach flipped with butterflies at his words. She took her eyeliner pencil out from her purse and grabbed one of the napkins on the table, writing out her number in print before she lifted it and pressed a kiss next to her name and she could smell the sweet watermelon of her lipgloss when she slid it across the table to him. “There. Now you can ask me out whenever you want,” she smiled, before returning to her milkshake, swirling the straw around the think liquid.

Normally, she would be a little more demure, a little classier. She would take small bites from her meal, wipe her lips with the napkin politely. But honestly, she was drunk and she was starving, so all decency had gone straight up shit creek without a paddle. “Look, my coach would have me strangled and my captaincy pried out of my cold dead hands if she knew I was at a diner eating a burger and drinking a milkshake, and the fact that i’ve been drinking tonight. I’m gonna’ enjoy this shit for as long as possible,” she smiled, when he asked about leftovers. “It goes here,” she smoothed down her dress over her stomach. “There’s no miracle or anything. Once my inevitable hangover wears off tomorrow, i’ll run until I feel like i’m about to die and then Monday morning it’ll be business as usual, no carbs, high protein, homemade fruit smoothies,” she shrugged, once again deflecting and keeping the topic of food and eating above board. She didn’t want to freak him out by admitting anything more about her eating habits. She didn’t know him, after all.

Satisfied with how much she’d eaten, she dumped the remaining onion rings and fries next to her burger, intent on asking his friend if she could box it up for her to take home. She wiped her hands and mouth on a napkin and brought her eyes up to meet his. “That was amazing,” she grinned happily. She felt much more at ease now, she’d sobered up considerably and had finally filled her stomach. “You gotta’ rush off home or do you wanna’ walk me back to my place?” she asked, fiddling with her glass.

#bump & grind.#001.#tw: eating disorder.#just to be safe.

tanamaribel

bump & grind → 001.

tanamaribel

where → brittany’s house. when → friday night. warnings → nothing, yet.

Sam:

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?”

Santana:

“Britt’s good,” she explained, “her brother is never too far from her, especially with all those jock-y idiots playing grab-ass in there, she’s good, I wouldn’t have left her otherwise.“ The two girls were inseparable and importantly, they knew one another’s limits, so Santana knew that it was okay to leave Brittany behind, especially considering that it was her house. It was sweet that Sam had gotten so concerned about her friend. Handsome and genuine. Two for two in her book. She nodded about his drink driving comment. She never did it either, mainly because she hated driving in the first place. She liked getting from A - B quickly but driving made her nervous. “I don’t particularly like driving, and I only have a two-seater so I never do DD,” she explained to him, thinking about her cherry red convertible parked outside her house. A sixteenth birthday gift from her parents.

Santana smiled at him ordering the exact same meal as she had. If he loved this place and ordered it, it must be good. Her stomach grumbled again, the smell of the food was like a sirens call at this point, she was absolutely starving. She glanced up from her menu at the girl, “nice to meet you,” she offered sincerely, stretching her hand out to the girl to shake. “So you guys are at schoo--” she began to ask, but the drinks being dropped off at the table distracted her, clearing the thought straight out of her head, as the pink milkshake was placed in front of her.

She laughed at his comment and shot a smile to Marley, as she dropped off their drinks. “This feels like a lot of pressure on me to enjoy this,” she joked, as she took a delicate sip from the straw in the glass. It was delicious, thankfully. “It’s really good,” she informed him before pushing it across at him, offering him a taste if he wanted it too. “So what I took from that, was that you want to see me again?” she asked, a wicked grin crossing her face, as she lifted the straw out and ran her tongue over it, licking up all the cream. It was a really, really good milkshake, totally worth all the extra miles that she would have to do in the morning to work the dairy off.

The food came quickly enough and Santana let out an audible groan at the sight of it. She was starving by this point and wanted nothing more than to dive headfirst into the meal. There was absolutely no point in using cutlery, but she still demurely placed a napkin on her lap, just in case. Then she simply dug in. There was no pretence here, this wasn’t a ‘date’ with Jake or any of the other assholes that she tended to bounce between. He wasn’t going to scoff at her for ordering something a little more substantial than a salad. Or make fun of her when she got sauce from the french fries on her cheek, or burned her tongue, greedily wolfing down an onion ring. “It’s amazing,” she murmured, through delicious mouthfuls. “How’s yours?” she asked giddily. Maybe it was her buzz or maybe it was the company that she had, but she was feeling happy and excited, as she ate. “I think i’ll even have enough for leftovers tomorrow morning,” she smiled, placing the other half of the burger back down on her plate.

#001.#bump & grind.

tanamaribel

bump & grind → 001.

tanamaribel

where → brittany’s house. when → friday night. warnings → nothing, yet.

Sam:

So, he hadn’t lost her completely, yet. The blonde took that as a win as she shrugged her shoulders indifferently. From his experience so far, most girls only cared about two things in high school, how attractive you were, and how popular. Neither of those things generally gelled with dork who would rather stay in and read comics, and play their xbox. Though he supposed training, or messing around with a football kind of cancelled the former out. At least to some extent. Sam liked to think it was possible that he could be both things at the same time and still manage to get the girl. Whoever the girl was.

That was another thing he was a firm believer in, that there was that special someone out there for everyone, you just had to be lucky enough to find them. His grandparents had found it in one another, and his parents had to. It gave him hope. A lot of people thought it was an old fashioned way of thinking about things in this new modern world, that it was silly to believe in just one person in a world with billions of people, but it didn’t sway his thoughts. Could this random girl he’d met at a party be that person? Possibly. But even not, he could still go out and have a good time. She intrigued him, and that was enough for the boy to want to see where it went. At the very least his teammates would be proud of him in the morning, if he told them about it.

He smiled as she agreed to the food, suddenly feeling more than a little peckish himself. That happened a lot of the time after he had had a big game. Usually when he got home his mother would have a sandwich ready for him, or he would scrounge around the cupboard for something not necessarily healthy, but quick to prepare. Game night was always cheat night when it came to his diet, even if he would try and wake up early for a gym session to work it off more often than not. “I hope you don’t mean both of those things at the same time.” He teased, scrunching his nose at her before moving towards the house with her.

Though he didn’t really have any interest in saying goodbye to his teammates, he also didn’t want to seem to keen to run out of the place. Walking up to Finn, the closest player to what he would call a friend, he informed the much taller boy that he was heading out, leaving him to tell the rest of the guys. That was good enough, and bought enough time that it wasn’t too desperate how fast he moved. As he exited the front door, the blonde was happy to see Santana already waiting for him. “You were fast.” He commented softly. Maybe he hadn’t needed to dawdle so much after all. Reaching for her hand, he lead her to the Uber that pulled up out front just a few short moments later, opening the door for her. He didn’t trust himself to drive since he’d had a couple of drinks.

The diner was small as they pulled up outside, a small light on the roof illuminating the building in the dark. It wasn’t very large, but the teenager and his family frequented it often, usually after church for lunch. The blonde liked the friendly atmosphere, the staff feeling like a second family to him. Opening the door, he guided Santana towards a small booth. “I promise the food is really good.”

Santana:

“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.

#001.#bump & grind.

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