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[itsahotone]

Who: Santana and Sam
Where: Sam's room
When: Friday wheneverrrrr
Rating: PORN!!!! no, more like PG
Summary: Santana's bored. Might as well make out with her boyfriend.
The Story:

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When Santana knocks on the door, Sam's messing around with a small stress ball on his desk, batting it back and forth across the surface of it like a kitten. Apparently, it's the slow part of his day. When he hears the knock, he misses the stress ball and if falls off the desk and rolls across the floor and under his bed. Oops.

He lets it be and goes to answer the door. There's a bright, sunshiney smile on his face, until he sees it's Santana. He's still smiling, but it seems less sincere, or at least he seems to be very aware of the fact that she's probably not here to bring him cookies or something nice like that.

"Hi, Santana. What's up?"

[itsahotone]

"What, I can't come by to see how my boyfriend's doing in this new, scary place?"

Why yes, she will just let herself in, thank you.

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"Uh...no, it's fine. Thanks for thinking of me...I guess."

This is just so weird. Santana actually caring about his well being and all. He closes the door behind her as soon as she's in the room.

[itsahotone]

"Uh-huh." She's just going to look around a little, try to see just how nerdtastic he's already got his room. If she's completely honest with herself, once she got all her Wonderland memories back, she's a little less bothered by the dork stuff than she used to be.

She blames That Certain Person.

Anyway. She turns back to him.

"So? You're doing okay, right?"