Scene. McKinley Hallway. 4:15 pm.
It was the day after the Glee meeting (sans Mr. Schue) and it had given Sam a lot to think about. He wasn't sure how successful they had been but, unfortunately, the meeting hadn't pushed him to think any more about them as a group. All he could think about was how uncomfortable watching Santana and Brittany try desperately to avoid the slightest gaze from each other had been and how he had to sit there and pretend like he was just mad at Santana for calling him a Trouty Mouth weeks ago.
Leaving the locker room, his gym bag slung over his shoulder, he stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes locked with Santana's. She was standing at her locker in the deserted hallway, looking a bit lost. His heart sank a few inches, if she hadn't seen him maybe he could have gotten away with walking away like he hadn't even noticed her. And damn, it hit him harder now then it had in weeks, he missed her. He walked up to Santana, leaning heavily against the set of lockers next to hers.
"Hey, San," he whispered, trying as hard as he could not to come off as awkward as he felt. "It's been a while."
Leaving the locker room, his gym bag slung over his shoulder, he stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes locked with Santana's. She was standing at her locker in the deserted hallway, looking a bit lost. His heart sank a few inches, if she hadn't seen him maybe he could have gotten away with walking away like he hadn't even noticed her. And damn, it hit him harder now then it had in weeks, he missed her. He walked up to Santana, leaning heavily against the set of lockers next to hers.
"Hey, San," he whispered, trying as hard as he could not to come off as awkward as he felt. "It's been a while."