The Movies

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..!