Glee X Maleoc

Part 70. 4x20

Chris's Pov.

Life has been  peaceful. After everything that has happened with the shooting, Santana and I  went home. I'm just glad everyone is alright. I hear Sue was fired because it ess her gun, but idk it doesn't sound like something Sue would do. 

Rachel got called back for Funny girl like I'm proud of her. She dreamed off that roll, and maybe now she'll get it. 

But well, I'm still working on my second song. The one I released earlier is well, doing amazing, just like the other two's, so yeah, we will see what happens.

Hearing the door of the studio open, I'm  soon met with Santana, making herself comfortable on my lap. "Hey, beautiful." I say as I wrap my arms around her.

"How long are you gonna keep working?" She asks me, and I put my pen down. I've been working well almost all day. "I'll stop. How was it with Rachel and Kurt?" I ask as I wrap my arms around her.

"It was oke, they invited me to help with The New York City Ballet Gala. " Santana says as she lays her head against my chest. "Well, you'll probably be the hottest girl there." I say because in  my opinion she well be.

"I'll get to keep the dress." Santana says as I draw random patters on her leg since well they are for some reason also on my lap. Along as she's comfortable, I can live with it.

"So you can put a show on for me after?" I say with a smirk. "Do you think I'm pretty?" Santana asks me in a small voice, and uhm what's gotten in her head?

"I think your the most beautiful girl in the world." I say before placing a kiss against the top of her head.

"No, you don't, Quinn, she's pretty, goes to Yale. She's blonde. You love her more." Santana bites my way as she gets off my lap. And uhm?

"San your my beautiful crazy Latina, I love you." I say as I stand up and take her hands in mine. "No, you'll always love Quinn more." Santana bites my way as she yanks her hands out of mine.

"Hey, what's going on?" I whisper as I take her chin and search her eyes, and she looks as if she's gonna cry any moment.

"I'm just tired." Santana mumbles, and I lift her up bridal style. "Well, my love, let's get you to bed." I say as I start walking towards our bedroom.  "So you don't want Quinn more?" She asks me barely above a whisper as I place her down in the bed.

"I want you." I say as I get in the bed next to her. Feeling her wrap her body around me I start drawing random patterns on her back untill I hear her breathing even out. That was just weird? 

Evening of The New York City Ballet Gala.

Santana has been well idk I think she may be sick or something. She's been having head aches, she even trew up a couple of times. On top of just being tired and having some mood swings. I tried to talk her out of going tonight but she insisted so me being the amazing boyfriend that I am I just went with her.

"Hey, Santana, how do you feel about Cherry Jones?" Isabelle says as she walks over with Kurt and Rachel. "Whatevs." Santana says and I well she looks absolutely beautiful in her dress tonight like wow.

"Miss Isabelle, I'm sorry, I know that we're just volunteers here, but Kurt and I were wondering if there was any possibility that we could maybe watch the performance from the audience."Rachel asks and well I bought a ticket, I offered Santana to buy her one to but she wanted to volunteer.

"Absolutely not." Isabelle says and I have to bite back the chuckle as I see Rachel's face fall.

"I'm sorry." Rachel quickly says.