showstopper (santana x reader)

crush

"No, Kurt, you need to carry the one there. Then both sides can be divided by four."

The boy let out a frustrated sigh. "I don't get this."

"Just practice, okay? Take it slow. If you do it often enough, it'll become second nature."

The large textbook full of questions was flipped shut with a thud. Kurt's room was very well decorated. Of course, I didn't expect any less from Mr Hummel himself. His dad was downstairs, probably watching a film or something. That left me and him alone in his room, running through math equations he couldn't wrap his head around.

"Oh, by the way, how long have you and Santana been dating?"

I paused my writing and turned to him. "We're not. Carry on with your questions."

"Please, don't pull that card with me. You two are all awkward around each other. My guess is either you're trying to pretend like you're not dating or you're hooking up."

"Well guess again."

"I swear I won't tell anyone. Hand on heart. Well, at this rate, you're basically screaming it."

Fully turning my body, I relaxed my shoulders. It wasn't until I took a few moments of suspense that I started to talk again.

"We're hooking up."

Kurt, who jumped to celebrate the fact he was correct, soon got cut off. By me.

"But it's nothing serious, okay?"

"For how long?"

"I don't know... six weeks. Pushing seven."

"Aw, cute!"

"Kurt, don't make it into a big deal. It's sex. That's all."

I tapped my pen on the notepad resting on my thighs. He gave me a glance, the kind that calls people out on their bullshit.

"Sex." I repeated.

"Oh my God, you're catching feelings!"

"I'm not,"

"Oh, you totally are! Look at your face! You're flushed!"

I put my fingers up to my cheeks and felt the warmth radiating off them. Okay, he got me there. With a sigh, I tossed the notebook to the side and placed my hands in my crossed lap.

"When we first agreed to do this whole thing, we swore it wouldn't go further than 'friends with benefits'. And I guess I kind of like that idea. Well, I did at the start. But now she makes me more nervous than horny most of the time. Trust me, she makes me really ho-"

"Okay, I think I get what you mean..." he butted in. "So do you think she feels the same way?"

"No. And even if she did, she'd never date me. Not in a million years. She's not into that kind of stuff."

"Are you?"

"I'd be... open to it."

"Yes or no. Do you want a relationship?"

"Not one of those sappy ones. I'd like-"

"Yes or no."

"... yes."

"Okay, then here's my advice," he began. "First: don't be all pick-me about it, she's not into that kind of thing. Second: be casual about it, because she'll probably play hard to get and it'll just be a whole thing. And third: if you want to win her over... do what Santana does best. Make her jealous."