44 || Action for Santana [innuendo GET]

[timisnotme]

*Tim is standing in front of Santana's door, looking uncharacteristically presentable. In that he's wearing this with jeans instead of his normal atrocious wardrobe. He's also actually styled his hair instead of leaving it all wild. In other words he looks like a guy who's going to go meet a hot girl for Valentine's Day

Comments

[itsahotone]

[Too bad it's AFTER Valentine's Day. Santana hadn't really been expecting him to show up when he was all glowy, since he was so weird about it, but that doesn't mean she's been waiting around or anything.

In fact, she is currently on her bed, flipping through a magazine.]

You know you can come in, right?

[Sometimes Brittany knocks on the door because she forgets she lives there. Santana's kind of assuming it's her.]

[timisnotme]

*He's very aware of the fact he's a day late. He spent a day in total hiding worried about it. But now he has legs, and she seemed so disinterested she probably didn't notice anyway. Right?*

You always leave your door open?

[itsahotone]

Oh, hey. [She sounds neither surprised or... unsurprised that it's him.] It's usually open, yeah.

[Page-flip!] Kinda thought you were Britt, though.

I have a question for you.

[timisnotme]

Oh. Yeah. I uh... You know. Was glowing. So I...

What?

[itsahotone]

Well, I guess that answers the question of if you knew how to read a calendar.

[timisnotme]

*Crap. crapcrapcrap.*

Yeah. Sorry about that. I ... Sorry.

*Deep breath.*

I know I'm a day late, but I come bearing gifts!

*He smiles hopefully and holds out a small white box to her.*

[itsahotone]

[She enjoys the sound of apologies, so she's not about to mention that she doesn't really care.

Plus. Present.

So, clearly interested, she hops up and goes over to him, taking the box. She shakes it a little, like the sound will tell her exactly what it is.]

[timisnotme]

*It makes a slight jingling noise. Inside is this.*

[itsahotone]

[YAY IT IS BLING!!

Uh. We mean. Nice choice. She stares at it much in the same way she stared at the Christmas gift he got her.]

[timisnotme]

*Don't stare at it. You make him nervous.*

You look good in red.

[itsahotone]

I know.

[Too bad. Staring is still happening.

Fine, she finally stops after awhile and takes the necklace out of the box. Oops, more staring! But up close this time.]

[timisnotme]

*Stop making him squirm! But he patiently waits for the final verdict.*

It's not going to suddenly turn into anything.

[itsahotone]

[The look she gives suggests he may be lying. Buuuut then she puts it back in the box and sets it on her bed.]

Wait outside and I'll change. I mean, you had something planned, right?

[Translation: YOU BETTER.]

[timisnotme]

*He rolls his eyes.*

No I was just going to shove a present at you and leave.

*But he's certainly not informing her of what the plan is. He'll just wait outside like a good boy.*

[itsahotone]

[Good job! She will not be hurrying at all when picking out something hot to wear. Something black, because too much red would be laaaame for Valentine's. Come on. Use your head.

Aaaanyway, black dress, red shoes, hair down. Yeah, she doesn't hurry with her makeup touch up, either. But sooner or later (later) she's finally ready, and opens the door again. She's holding the necklace out to him.]

[timisnotme]

*Oh he gets to do gentlemany things? He's a bit busy staring at her, she looks awesome, but he takes the necklace and unclasps it.*

You look great.