Good enough| Santana x F!reader

Chapter 8: Observant

So far, you were finding it very hard to gauge Santana's personality. When he wasn't getting distracted by every new item his gaze fell upon, he was very aloof and frigid; yet he insisted on following you everywhere you went. But you knew this personality of his checked out from your notes, all the Pillar Men seemed to have this weird stand-offish personality and clearly Santana was no different; yet at times he seemed oddly unsure of himself.
But you were finding him to be an interesting case study, Santana's high-level of intelligence and his ability to pick things up rather quickly gave you a never ending slurry of things to write about in your notes; you seriously began to wonder why he was abandoned in the first place, clearly he was a useful asset.

You were so enthralled in your notes, that you hadn't realised Santana was now hovering over you. "What are you doing?" You jumped slightly as the Pillar Man's booming voice vibrated through you.
Regaining your composure, you turned to face the curious man, "I'm writing my notes Santana."
The large man now reached over you, picking up your notebook, "about me?" You nodded in response before attempting to reach up and regain your notes; but Santana only lifted his arm higher, "why?"
You stood up now, once again attempting to reach for your notes, "it's my job Santana, I'm your observer rememberer?" Your tone came out harsher than you expected.
"But, you'll get caught and I'll be sent back." You stopped your advances, slowly lowering your hands, "I guess your right. But, I need to write something." You said the last part more so to yourself than to Santana, who had gently placed your book back on the table, before kneeling in front of you; he was so large that even when kneeling he towered over you.
"Are you impressed?" Santana asked, tilting his head to the side.
You widened your eyes, "Of course, you're a remarkable being indeed." You geeked out for a few seconds as you began reiterating to the large man before you why he should be proud of his prowess, just based of your observations alone.
"I honestly can't see why you would have been abandoned by your comrades." You turned back to look over your notes, not noticing the sorrowful look that had appeared on Santana's face.
A heavy weight was suddenly pressed on your stomach, you abruptly stopped checking your notes to look down at the source of the weight.
Santana had lowered himself further onto the floor, so that he was no longer towering over you, while he wrapped his arms around you.
You wiggled uncomfortably, "Um- are you hugging me or eating me?" You queried the random behaviour of the large man, but he didn't answer, instead nuzzling his face further into your stomach .
Assuming he wasn't trying to eat you, you sceptically placed your hand on his head, rubbing it tenderly. A strange being indeed.

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The ancient man never left your side throughout the day, inspecting everything you or him touched, but he would show sporadic bursts of over-confidence; such as when you would read out more of your observation notes and then he would become timid like a child meeting a stranger, being completely unsure of himself.
It didn't bother you, as long as he wasn't dangerous; but you wondered why this was.

You and Santana sat in the living room; you on the sofa and Sanata, just like the last time, directly in front of the TV, meaning you couldn't see a thing.
"Are you enjoying the show Santana?" You called out to the Pillar Man, not looking up from your phone.
"Yes, these look like real people?" Santana looked back at you, scrunching his nose.
"They are." You looked up from your phone momentarily, but long enough to see the large male scoot closer to you, stopping at your legs.
"Are they trapped?" Santana furrowed his brows, you noticed a hint of fear in his eyes.
Putting your phone, down you bent closer, "no Santana, they are there by choice." You declared, trying to reassure the curious man; but the look of fear was now replaced by sadness.
"Not like me then." Santana whispered to himself, but still loud enough for you to hear.
What does he mean, 'not like me?' Does he think I'm keeping him trapped here? You pondered Santana's strange choice of words for a moment.
"What do you mean by that?" You queried Santana forcing him to bring his attention back to you.
Santana puffed out his cheeks, "nothing." With out another word he faced away from you, directing his attention back to the TV. You rested your chin in one of your palms, clearly he still doesn't trust me yet.

You watched the show for awhile longer, before soon losing interest; having already seen the episode already. Checking the time when did it get so late?. Groaning, you peeled yourself off the sofa, walking out of the living room and up the stairs; planning to take a bath before you got to bed.
"Where are you going?" The booming voice made you jump slightly, briefly forgetting who the owner of the voice could be.
Turning around, Santana was standing directly behind you; you had to recoil to avoid hitting his chest.
"I'm going to bathe Santana." You announced before turning on your heels, heavier footsteps followed you. "Santana, you can't bathe with me." You declared, having a strange feeling that he was going to try and follow you into the bathroom again.
"I wish to bathe too." Santana answered you, his breath uncomfortably close to your neck.
"You walked faster to your bathroom not bothering to question, "fine." He hadn't bathed since he came into your care and you know he probably didn't have a chance to do so before being apprehended.

You opened your bathroom door, motioning for Santana to follow you in.
Walking up to the large tub you began to run some water, before collecting some shampoo and the biggest towel you could find for the large man.
"There's soap on the side and here-." You presented Santana with his towel and shampoo, before giving him instructions. "Come into the room, when you're finished." Santana just stared at you, then out of nowhere he began taking off his clothes. You yelped as you immediately covered your eyes with your hands, "Santana? Couldn't you wait until I left?" You protested in shock.
"Aren't you going to help me?" Santana asked you before a large splash moved throughout the room. Hesitatingly opening your eyes, you looked at the tub, Santana had entered and resumed his ritual of staring at you.
"What do you mean? Can't you do it yourself?" You pulled a face questioning the Pillar Man, but you were faced with a pouting face instead I suppose the last thing I need is for him to take my bath apart
You groaned as you walked closer to the tub, "fine." You stood in front the now partially wet Pillar Man; his entire torso was exposed, while his knees comically showed over the top of the water. Thankfully you didn't need to bend at all, Santana resting at your height, even when in the tub.
You stared dumbfounded at what Santana wanted help with, surely he knows how to bathe himself.
"Y/N, why are you judging me?" Santana beckoned you, forcing you out of your confusion.
You attempted to reassure "I'm- I'm not judging you." There it was, his random motions between being overly-confident and completely unsure.
Santana only responded by sinking as much of himself deeper into the water.

You sighed, picking up the soap bottle, deciding to start with his back.

It was going to be a lot of work to get Santana to open up to you.