Quinn shook her head and began laughing before covering her mouth. “Okay, I get it, it’s old people talk.” She flipped through the book again. It was a good thing she had already finished her essay a week in advanced, as soon as the project was designed. Over acheiver, go figure. “Juliet tried to send a messanger, you would know that if you would have read the book.” Her ten tapped against the paper a few times before she started chewing on it. Her eyes flicked to Sam’s paper before narrowing suspiciously. All she could do was smile and look up at Sam through her eyelashes. “What kind of tutor would I be if I didn’t help you pass this class.” Although she had to admit the thought of doing something else was all too tempting. She was waiting for a but statement in her head but nothing came. “How about we go out to lunch, but after that we’re writing this essay.” Her hand reached out and rested ontop of Sam’s. It felt like the natural thing to do, but almost immediatly she flinched away and tried to smile. She had to be his friend, he deserved that after all this time, he didn’t deserve her crazy.
He loved her laugh, he wasn’t sure how many times he must have told her that, probably every time she laughed, he refrained from it this time, trying to focus on school or whatever. “Okay, well if her messenger was a bird I bet it would have gotten the message there, birds aside from being kind of creepy are apparently smart.” Sam said shrugging, maybe he should just read the book at this point, his essay was clearly going nowhere. “What kind of tutor would you be?” He asked repeating her questions. “The best kind of tutor.” He said nodding with a grin on his face. He looked at her hand when she placed it on his, his heartbeat picking up slightly, when she took it away looked at the spot where she had just touched confused, but tried not to let it affect him too much as he closed his notebook. “That sounds like an awesome idea.” Food was always a good idea, anything to get away from school work, who wanted to focus on that during break? “Anywhere you want to go, I’ll pay.” He said hoping she didn’t take it as him asking her out, not that he wouldn’t mind asking her out, that’s just not what this was.
Mike randomly walked in. He was curious as to what his friends were up to. Laying on the table in the middle of Sam and Quinn. he got up and started dancing on it. “Babies….will you love me forever.” He frowned and paused for a moment thinking. “Wait…I meant to say five-ever. Let’s have a threesome now, okay?” He then grabbed both of their hands, smiling brightly with hope and desire.
She turned back, flashing him a mischievous grin and a wink. “Like I was going to give you a choice.” She teased. She liked how easy going things were with Mike, If she would have said that to Finn he would have stopped; had to think about the statement, think about what it meant, wonder if what he thought it meant was what it really meant and ultimately it’d end up with a irritated Santana not getting her mack on. No bueno. Mike was down for whatever, and Santana liked that about him. Santana tugged him into the room, shutting the door behind them. She bit down on her plush bottom lip with a grin. “Coast is clear.” Stepping forward, She ran her hands up his chest, her freshly manicured red fingertips slowly reaching for the bottom of his shirt tugging at it in a playful manner. “Looks like I’ve got you all to myself.” She murmured as she lifted herself up on her toes, pressing her lips to his.
Santana certainly had a way of getting Mike excited. Having been with her since shortly after nationals and during the summer, he still found himself being excited by her teasing and thrill seeking ways. There was always something more heart racing about being with her in places that left them being able to be caught at any moment. They were never caught, though, they were too good for that. He recalled an all-too-close incident of his younger sister nearly walking in on them. It just heightened all the feelings that he had with her when they had the risk of being caught. Who could blame him? There were plenty of things that he liked personally about Santana, though the physical side of their relationship he certainly couldn’t complain about either. “Looks like you do,” he mumbled just as her lips fell on his own. By reflex, his arms reached around her waist and pressed her closer to his form, deepening the kiss and letting his hand trail up her back and into her hair, pulling free at the hair tie that held her ponytail in place.
Santana honestly couldn’t give herself one good reason to go to this extra home room class they’d scheduled for ‘life planning’ in the middle of the day. For one, no one was getting graded on it, and two, it wasn’t even mandatory. She had to find something better to do than waste an hour of her life in there with that creepy old teacher. She skipped down the hallway, her eyes landing on her boyfriend, Mike. Suddenly, she thought of the perfect way to spend her time. She made her way in front of him, pressing herself up against the lockers with a smirk. “So, Chang. Seeing as we don’t have to go to this planning period, and quiet frankly I’d rather drink bleach..” Her eyes fell over him. “How about we ditch and head to the choir room.” She shrugged, “After all,” Smirking up at him, she cocked an eyebrow as her fingertips trailed down his arm; her hand finally finding his as she tugged him towards the location. “You promised me you’d show me a few new moves.”
Even though the day was only about half-way over, Mike was already feeling the drag of it all and wasn’t looking forward to any more classes that afternoon. He would much rather go home and collapse or at least not go to the planning period where he would just listen to others bicker for an hour over what they wanted. He was usually silent when it came to arguments and kept himself out of it unless necessary to intervene. Just then, of course, he spots his girlfriend coming down the hallway and smiles as she approaches him in her usual slinky manner that he has come to enjoy a bit too much. “Well then…I guess I’m just going to have to do that, aren’t I?” he asks, raising his eyebrows and cocking his head to the side as she pulls him in the direction of the choir room. When it came to Santana, he really had no reason to say no. Without saying, he would much rather be spending time with his girlfriend than sitting in class in boredom.
“You say you’re searching for somebody that will take you out and do you right.Well, come here baby and let daddy show you what it feels like.You know all you gotta do is tell me what you’re sipping on.And I promise that I’m gonna keep it coming all night long.”
Exactly! This is why we work so well.. I feel like… I should make you a friendship bracelet… but that… that might be a little much.
What if I already made us one? ;~;
Feel free to tell this to Puck, you were always my favorite.. You never ate my food and you never creased my comic books.
Of course I didn’t comic books are not to be just thrown around like rags. They are precious things. Like our friendship.
I almost miss you guys. Okay.. I miss you guys… A lot… Even Puck…Who I forgive for creasing my comic book… Kind of.
I love you too, Sam.
Not even going to cross that out.