The Movies

Santana's eyes widened slightly when he said he did get it a lot. "Wow. That must suck getting it everywhere." She said with a small nod. "I mean that's just kind of creepy." She said as she gave him a small smile.

Santana gave him a slightly confused look when he started talking once again and when he said it was jealoud Santana Lopez she raised an eyebrow at him. Was he doing his impression, of her? When he finished she grinned at him widely and shook her head as she laughed lightly. "Okay first of all I was not jealous, okay? I was just helping you out like you asked." She stated with a small nod. Santana Lopez did not get jealous. Well she did but she didn't let people know that. She looked away from him and laughed lightly before turning back to him and staring at him curiously. "Do I really talk like that?" She asked curiously.

He held his breath for a moment as he searched for Santana's reaction to his impersonation of her. He exhaled with a sigh of relief when she looked amused and chuckled lightly at his pun. When she stated that she never got jealous, he threw his head back and snickered. "Oh of course not," he commented, sarcastically. Beaming at the girls who had harassed Sam and had steered clear from the two of them, fearful that this fierce Latina would bitch out at them again. Santana, then curiously questioned if she had actually talked like that. He shrugged for a minute and then shook his head, still tittering. "Nah," he assured her as he placed a hand on her knee and squeezed lightly. "I just thought it'd be super hot if I added your envious, vicious Latina side." With that last statement, he giggled again until he was interrupted by a chorus of booming voices informing him to shut the hell up because the movie was just starting.

"Get a fucking room!" someone yelped from behind them, who strangely had the voice of a irritated middle aged man. Sam wondered if he should find this bizarre that a male over the age of ten was so enthusiastic towards this movie and took it so seriously. Not only was it down right creepy but it should be illegal for people that were old enough to be Sam's fathers to be allowed to watch this movie without the accompany of a spoiled 8 year old. Sam just shot back around and gave the dude a middle finger and then went back to watching the opening credits.

Santana gave him a playful glare when he commented sarcastically about her being jealous. "Hey! I am so not jealous. Santana Lopez does not do jealous." She told him with a small shrug. Of course that was a lie, she was jealous of almost everyone. She was jealous of all the girls that were skinnier than her, prettier than her, smarter than her and just all around better than her, but she would never admit that to someone just like that. She let out a small laugh. "Well of course the impression would have been hot no matter what you did, I mean come on, look at the girl you are impersonating." She said giving him a small wink.

When people started yelling at them to shut up and get a room she looked around, glaring at them all before rolling her eyes slightly. The movie hadn't even really started, it was just opening credits after all which nobody really even liked all that much. She laughed lightly as Sam gave the dude the middle finger and looked back at the screen as she waited for the movie to start. After all she was pretty excited for this movie. I mean how could you not? It was a movie about the best boy in the entire world. Justin Bieber.

Sam felt relieved that Santana had such a open sense of humor, he had interpreted the impression off of Quinn that she was such an uptight, vicious bitch. Who'd judge you and insult you to tears before you had time to even mutter something that would defend yourself. What Sam now realized was that she couldn't have been more off, his intimidated feelings towards her suddenly faded and he was really enjoying spending time with her. Plus, you couldn't possibly be such a bitch if you were pitching laughter at Sam's lame-ass puns.

"Yeah," Sam agreed when she insisted that no matter how he impersonated her it would be hot. He noticed he was being insanely flirtatious, especially with the way he was glancing at her. "Then again, I'm pretty hot myself," he told her with a smug grin on his face. Which quickly faded when he realized how cocky and stupid he sounded. So instead he just beamed up at the screen as the movie began to progress.

Sam was really having the time of his life, he sang along to every single song and snickered at all the Bieb's jokes. He'd admit that he teared up slightly and the more emotional and inspiring scenes. Sam turned to Santana to get a glimpse of her reactions. He pondered if he should put her arm around her or something...but he wasn't sure if this was a date. Plus, he was dating Quinn...but then again he had sex....maybe he should of just sticked to the Biebs for now.

Santana couldn't help but let a small grin grace her lips as Sam said he was pretty hot himself. For most people that would be a huge turn off if someone said that but she thought it was extremely attractive when a guy could admit that he was hot without shame. "Mhm, you are indeed." She said quietly because she didn't want to distract the other people in the audience to get annoyed by them talking again.

Santana also sang quietly along with every song througout the movie and couldn't help but let a few tears fall when they got towards the more emotional parts. When she saw Sam glance over at her she quickly wiped the few tears off of her cheeks as casually as she could, because she didn't want him to think she was a baby or anything. Getting emotional over the Justin Bieber movie.

After she realized he must have seen what she had done she removed her hand and put it back in her lap. "I think I had something in my eye." She said quietly as an excuse for crying.

As the song "Down To Earth" came into toll, a heart-felt ballad that Justin had wrote and composed himself based on the heart break and struggles of his parents divorce, his gaze slowly directed to Santana. When he noticed that tears dotted her eyes slightly, he couldn't help but grace a sympathetic smile. She had insisted that there was just something in her eye but he knew the truth. Sam also teared up slightly so he nudged her playfully. "I won't tell if you won't," he whispered softly in her ear.

Finally, the ending credits had invaded the screen and Sam, along with the other Beliebers, applauded at the phenomenal show. He stared at the screen, waiting patiently for every audience member to exit the theater. Once they were alone, Sam heaved a sigh and ran his fingers through his thick, blonde hair. "What should we do next?" he pondered, turning to her with a slight twinkle in his eye.

Santana glanced over at him when he nudged her and smiled at his words as she saw the few tears in his eyes. She nodded with a smile. "You better not tell anyone." She said with a light laugh, though she was being completely serious. If he told anyone about her crying she would probably have to beat him up and it would be quite sad for him to have to explain to everyone that he got beat up by a girl.

Santana applauded very enthusiastically when the movie ended. That was definitely one of her favorite movies ever and she would need to buy it when it came out on DVD. Once they were alone and Sam was talking again she let out a deap breath and turned to look at him a little better. "Hmmm," She said and pursed her lips slightly while in thought of what to do. "I don't know. What do you want to do?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Sam temporarily contemplated what to suggest, he thought back to what he'd do with Quinn or any other date after he had taken them out to see a movie. Yet, Sam was still unsure what this was...were they on a date? Did sex and a Justin Bieber flick even qualify as a date? Wasn't he dating Quinn? But he cheated....yet so did she....right? Maybe, they were friends....friends that watched Justin Bieber movies together......and had sex under the bleachers.....no big deal. As much as the whole ordeal caused him to feel a sensation of guilt, Sam couldn't help to have smirked- he could live with that.

"Are you hungry?" Sam offered, while aimlessly fiddling with the strings on his hoddie. As much as Sam was starved from all that....action, he pushed himself to not mention it since he was always hesitant about the idea of eating...well, eating- frequently. Sam had a strict diet that he'd do anything in his power to pursue since he was immensely paranoid that he'd loose his perfectly chiseled figure and end up with these monstrous fat rolls that sagged over his skinny jeans. If Santana agreed to dinner, he'd happily pay but probably just order a salad or something....with no dressing...

Santana bit her lip lightly when he asked if she was hungry. She was pretty hungry but she didn't want to eat too much and gain any weight and then just be a fat blob that nobody likes or ever wants to talk to. "Well, I had sort of a big lunch." She lied, because all she really ate for lunch was a protein shake and a few chips. "But I mean, if you're hungry we can go get something to eat." She told him, giving him a small smile. She was used to going out to eat with guys who wanted to eat a lot because they were hungry so it wouldn't be a big deal if she just sat there and ate something small when Sam chowed down on a big meal.

"It's up to you really." She told him as she shifted in her seat a little so she was facing him more before she heard a voice coming from behind her. She whipped her head around to see a small group of workers from the theater standing there and asking them if they were planning on leaving so they could clean the place up before the next showing. She glanced around a moment and realized that they were the only people left in here. "Just give us a second, okay? Okay." She told them before turning her attention back to Sam.

"Me too!" Sam pitched in, as he rubbed his tummy as if to demonstrate that he was far too full to invest into a meal at Breadstix. Even though he desperately wanted to at least get a whiff of some sort of food since in reality he was starved and his stomach was practically roaring. Feeling foolish, he coughed loudly in order to overcome to disruptive sound of his belly. "But are you sure you don't want to eat?" he questioned, "I really don't mind taking you out for dinner. I'm pretty sure I still owe you..." he noted as he winked at her flirtatiously.

Santana smiled at him as he questioned her again if she was sure she didn't want to get something to eat. It couldn't hurt to get a small meal somewhere. She would just make sure to get a salad, minus the dressing and croutons, and then a glass of water. "You know what, let's go." She said, giving him a small grin. "I don't have anywhere to be today anyway so it can't hurt to go and get something to eat." She said as she stood up from the seat she was sitting in, reaching down and grabbing his hand as she helped pull him up and led him out of the movie theater to his car to go wherever he wanted for dinner.

Sam chippered up once she agreed that the two of them would grab some dinner. He felt the sudden rumble of his stomach roaring with anticipation and excitement that it would finally get fed. "Right," he nodded his head enthusiastically not bothering to break from that dopey grin on his face as Santana yanked him out of the theater. As they headed back to the car, Sam asked: "Where shall we go?" It didn't matter at all to Sam since his famished stomach would pretty much agree to anything at this point. As he unlocked his BMW he suggested that they might want to go to Breadstix since Sam knew on record that Santana enjoyed gushing about the food there. Plus he noticed that it was pretty much the only edible restaurant in Lima. "Breadstix?" he offered aloud, as he hopped into the car.

Santana wouldn't deny that Breadstix was definitely the first place to pop into her mind when he asked where they should go, after all if was her favorite spot to eat in all of Lima. When he suggested Breadstix she climbed into his car and nodded. "Yeah, Breadstix sounds good." She said with a grin. "It's definitely the best place around here." She said grinning at him, pretty excited to get some Breadstix now. That was definitely her favorite part of going there.

"Sweet," he beamed at her as he suddenly felt a rushing craving for a cheese burger or something. Yet he instantly turned it down when he whipped up what he thought was a reasonable estimate on the amount of calories and grease content they had smushed into that thing. Plus with a side of greasy, salt infested french fries it wouldn't be a shocker if Sam had consumed his entire calorie limitation in one sitting. Shaking his head, he started up the car and hit his foot on the gas pedal.

The fun continues here..!