sweetest in the middle

[smiles] But tell me a time when Santana isn’t grumpy…

When I’m cooking for her. So I’ll need to make all her faves to soften the blow of me moving out and leaving her with all the rent and bills...[pauses] Wow. I gotta tell my parents, too. Plus all that packing...[sighs heavily] 

 [laughs, wrapping his arms around her after she kisses him] I think the minimalist black chrome and glass works for me, but yeah. Sure. I’ll paint the place teal if it means you’re living here. [kisses her gently on the nose] Of course. The drawer is just symbolic. You’ve also got half the closet.

[fits her arms around his neck, smiling at his sweetness] I love teal. And this idea. I can’t wait to move in, and make this place ours. Even if Santana might be really grumpy about it. 

[not sure what her reaction would be, but definitely didn’t see the smack on his arm coming.] Ow! What the–? [she hits him again] Ow! [rubs his arm, smiling] I mean, I thought it was what I wanted until you started smackin’ me. But yeah, I do. Do you?

You deserve those hits. You know you’re horrible. [exhales slowly, returns his smile] I have thought about it before, living together. Someone needs to introduce you to the fine art of colors and patterns. There’s life beyond black and leather decor, you know. [laughs, pushes up on her tiptoes to brush her lips against his in a soft kiss] I want this. But you know I’m gonna need more than a drawer, right? Just so we’re clear. 

[nods, grabbing her hands as he peers into her beautiful brown eyes] Yeah, I do. I know our schedules are crazy and that we hardly ever get to see each other, so I figured it could be a way to see you more often. I mean, I wanna wake up in the morning and hear you singing as you make breakfast. I wanna snuggle next to you on the couch and fight over what to watch on Netflix. I wanna sleep with you in my arms every night. What do you say?

[gapes at him, feeling at a loss for words over the tender honesty in his; she eventually reaches out to smack his arm] I swear, I can’t stand you. [smacks him again] You always do this. Surprise me with sweet shit and I just...[smiles and hits him once more for good measure] This is...are you sure you want this? Moving in together? 

[laughs] Well, yeah. Isn’t it obvious? I was thinking, I could give you this..[reaches into his pocket and pulls out a key] and empty out a few drawers so it would be easier for you to move in.

[stares blankly] Wait...what? [glances down at the key, the empty drawers, and back to him] You want me to move in? Here, with you? 

[laughs] Yeah.. that was kind of fun, but I promise, I’ll keep the panty tossin’ to a minimum.  [brings her to his dresser, and pulls out an empty drawer] So.. surprise!

[peeks inside the drawer, noting the emptiness and glances up at him, brow arched] Am I supposed to guess what’s happening...? 

A surprise, MJ. A good one. [grabs her hand and pulls her up to the couch and leads her to the bedroom]

[eyes him suspiciously, lips tugging into a small smile as she stands and follows him] I’m not falling for that again, Southie. ‘Surprise’ with you and a trip to the bedroom ends up with me losing a good pair of panties to those polar bear paws. 

Mhmm. Definitely. [his tongue takes a swipe at her lips before pulling away] Wait.. before I forget.. I’ve got somethin’ for ya.

What? [pouts a bit at the interruption] Something like what? 

Hmm…. and? [continues to press a soft kiss to her lips]

Just stating the obvious. Not that I mind. It’s on Netflix. Restarting is possible. [brushes her thumb to his cheek, chasing the kiss with a deeper press] 

[kisses her neck] You guess? You don’t sound too enthused, Jones. [his eyes not even on the screen as he moves up to her lips]

[giggles at the brush of his lips against her skin, fingers clutching at his bicep] That tickles...[turns, meeting his kiss with a small hum] You’re missing the movie, you know.

It can be if you want it to be. I don’t have anything to do or anywhere to go tomorrow. [laughs] Okay, okay. You’ve got a point there, but she’s supposed to be America’s Sweetheart. How else is Hollywood gonna show that if dudes aren’t fighting over her?

I mean, I’ve got some time to kill. I guess I can hang out with you. Since you’re asking so nicely. [shrugs] She didn’t need a guy in Legally Blonde, though. And really, that is the true Reese classic. 

That sounds like a mess, but an enjoyable one. Maybe we’ll watch that one next? I mean, yeah, but she not really married again her high school sweetheart. Patrick’s head of hair can’t beat that kind of romance. [turns his attention to the screen and rubs his arm absentmindedly]

Oh so this is a movie marathon kind of night? [purses her lips] I’m just tired of Hollywood trying to sell me the idea that two men would really fight over Reese Witherspoon. Do we remember ‘This Means War’? The Tom Hardy of it all...

[shakes head] Nope. Never seen it. Can’t say I’m too familiar with Paul Walker’s stuff so I say we watch it. [pokes her gently] Whaaaaaat? It has Patrick Dempsey, bad Southern accents, and the scandal of a shotgun wedding. What’s not to love?

What? You’ve never seen Takers, either? Because that is just a mess of singers, rappers, and Hayden Christensen, while Idris Elba looks like he should fire his agent for allowing him to be part of the whole damn thing. [giggles, sound growing louder from the pokes and she prods him right back] She doesn’t even end up with Patrick, though. She gets that fake Bradley Cooper dude with the jacked up hairline. Least Patrick had a full head of hair...[presses play on the movie and settles against him]