Enchanted to Meet You 1/1
365 Gay Sharks
Day 141, Word Count: 474
Theme: Chain Reactions
Enchanted to Meet You 1/1
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Sam/Santana
Summary: Samtana's beginning, redone slightly.
Santana doesn't appreciate the way the new kid is looking at all of them. He looks the part of a high school jock, but his eyes are too happy, his smile too broad--his lips ridiculously kissable.
At first she thinks he's a little bit in the closet, but then he starts dating Quinn, and he actually seems to like her, and that annoys her.
Santana is not amused when she realizes she missed out on new ass at McKinley. They don't get many new students, annoyingly enough. And there's only so many times you can have sex with the same people before you start to develop attachments. Ew.
She turns her attention to Sunshine, who quickly gets scared away by batshit crazy Rachel, and all Santana is left with is a bunch of time to think about her feelings.
She's a little in love with Brittany, okay? It's not like it matters, because they'd never work out. Brittany is so nice and sweet, but a little too easy to manipulate.
She has a thing for nice people, which is why she tends to avoid them. She has a soft spot and she hates it. She needs someone who can keep up with her--something Puckerman can do easily enough, but she doesn't like him. At least, not as anything more than a fuck buddy when she isn't getting any elsewhere.
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The new kid keeps looking at her, like he isn't sure how to say hello, how to process her bitchiness, as if he actually is thinking about her. She doesn't like it. It's a little creepy.
He walks over to her one day, "Hey, I'm Sam." It's sudden, and annoying, and she doesn't like it, but when she looks up into his pretty eyes--damn, not pretty, damn damn damn.
"I'm Santana, and I'm the bitch around here. Please. Know your place."
"You know," he says. "I don't think you're that bad. I think that I could probably get to know you, and you'd probably be a really good person. Maybe not very nice, but maybe good. Honest, probably. Protective of the people you love. Should I go on?"
Santana looks at him in surprise. "No--" she doesn't like how much she actually wants to like this kid. "Go take your trouty mouth elsewhere."
He glares at her slightly, "There's nothing wrong with my mouth."
"It's freakishly large."
"If you say so," he says, before grabbing her hand and pressing a single kiss to it. "Whatever you say, Santana."
Santana looks at him like he's crazy. What. Even. There's something seriously wrong with him. "Aren't you dating Quinn?" she calls out.
"I didn't say I wanted to date you. And no. She isn't interested."
Santana narrows her eyes at him. "Breadstix. Friday. 7:30."
He smiles as he walks away.
She glares at his back. Damn it.
Day 141, Word Count: 474
Theme: Chain Reactions
Enchanted to Meet You 1/1
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Sam/Santana
Summary: Samtana's beginning, redone slightly.
Santana doesn't appreciate the way the new kid is looking at all of them. He looks the part of a high school jock, but his eyes are too happy, his smile too broad--his lips ridiculously kissable.
At first she thinks he's a little bit in the closet, but then he starts dating Quinn, and he actually seems to like her, and that annoys her.
Santana is not amused when she realizes she missed out on new ass at McKinley. They don't get many new students, annoyingly enough. And there's only so many times you can have sex with the same people before you start to develop attachments. Ew.
She turns her attention to Sunshine, who quickly gets scared away by batshit crazy Rachel, and all Santana is left with is a bunch of time to think about her feelings.
She's a little in love with Brittany, okay? It's not like it matters, because they'd never work out. Brittany is so nice and sweet, but a little too easy to manipulate.
She has a thing for nice people, which is why she tends to avoid them. She has a soft spot and she hates it. She needs someone who can keep up with her--something Puckerman can do easily enough, but she doesn't like him. At least, not as anything more than a fuck buddy when she isn't getting any elsewhere.
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The new kid keeps looking at her, like he isn't sure how to say hello, how to process her bitchiness, as if he actually is thinking about her. She doesn't like it. It's a little creepy.
He walks over to her one day, "Hey, I'm Sam." It's sudden, and annoying, and she doesn't like it, but when she looks up into his pretty eyes--damn, not pretty, damn damn damn.
"I'm Santana, and I'm the bitch around here. Please. Know your place."
"You know," he says. "I don't think you're that bad. I think that I could probably get to know you, and you'd probably be a really good person. Maybe not very nice, but maybe good. Honest, probably. Protective of the people you love. Should I go on?"
Santana looks at him in surprise. "No--" she doesn't like how much she actually wants to like this kid. "Go take your trouty mouth elsewhere."
He glares at her slightly, "There's nothing wrong with my mouth."
"It's freakishly large."
"If you say so," he says, before grabbing her hand and pressing a single kiss to it. "Whatever you say, Santana."
Santana looks at him like he's crazy. What. Even. There's something seriously wrong with him. "Aren't you dating Quinn?" she calls out.
"I didn't say I wanted to date you. And no. She isn't interested."
Santana narrows her eyes at him. "Breadstix. Friday. 7:30."
He smiles as he walks away.
She glares at his back. Damn it.