Summary: Baz is the sun. And Simon is crashing into him.
Word count: 402
Warnings: very very very slighlty nsfw
Like magnets. I am the negative end and he’s the positive.
He follows me everywhere I go, even when he had a girlfriend. Baz – he’s the sun. My sun. And I’m completely blinded by his light.
He drags me into empty rooms between classes. He follows me to my room at night—even though our rooms are at opposite ends.
“Let’s keep this a secret, Simon,” he makes me promise. And of course I do. I’d do anything for him.
People think we’re best friends, because we can never be apart. I’d argue that I don’t go kissing my best friends in empty corridors and abandoned alcoves. The truth is that I’m hopelessly in love with him. But that I can’t say.
“Simon,” he whispers into my ear. He always calls me Simon. “Why do you like me?”
I look down at him, in all his glorious nakedness. He’s perfect from head to toes, it is so unfair that he’s asking me this. “You are a fucking tragedy, Basilton Pitch,” I tell him.
He opens his eyes in surprise and quirks an eyebrow at me. “How so?”
“You are the complete opposite of what you seem. You make people believe they know you when you don’t even know yourself. Seriously, you couldn’t be a bigger mess.” I tell him all the things I’ve been holding back for months.
“And you like that?” he asks, surprised.
“I love it.”
“Because we match.”
He kisses me like it’s the first time. He kisses me like he could find every answer he’s looking for in the depths of my mouth. And he’s so warm. And I am so cold. I’d let him do it even if my life was on the line. Kiss me. I would die kissing Basilton Pitch.
“Simon, I’m tired of this,” he says. For a moment I think he wants to end what we have for good, whatever this is. I lower my stare and fix it on the floor, but he takes my face into his hands, forcing me to look at him. “I want to be your terrible boyfriend,” he says. “If you want to.”
I kiss him until our lips are sore, silently sounding a “yes”. He holds himself up on all fours and makes me reach for him. And I do. And I would again. I’d cross every line for him. Because I love him.
It had been three and a half weeks since Santana had woken to a stranger in her living space and the memory of how she’d babbled and shown her confusion was still prominent in her mind; mainly due to the fact Dani would tease her about it every so often. To say their relationship was going well would be an understatement but that was nothing compared to the miracle over the fact they had yet to have sex or as Santana often thought of it: ‘fucking each other’s brains out’. There had been moments of temptation, plenty in fact, when Dani had gotten too close or she’d whispered something teasing her ear but then Santana had grown accustomed to it and she always gave as good as she got. What was more worrying was how she could physically react to Dani. She’d woken up several mornings with a strong ache between her thighs after a night filled with far from innocent dreams but she’d been efficient about all of those times, it was the fully conscious actions that were more worrying, such as when Dani would run her fingers up her thighs. She was so damn close sometimes.
However, their friendship beyond the sexual was pretty great too. Santana would cook for Dani somedays, trying to help her settle in on the nights after classes. She’d introduced her to a few friends and whenever she could she aimed to make the younger woman laugh because her smile was simply radiant. Every about her was gorgeous and not just in a way that made Santana want to rip her clothes off and ravage her but in a way that sometimes she just leant over and pushed Dani’s hair off her face or brushed something off her cheeks. Santana just told herself it was all a side effect of the lusting need coursing through her veins.
On this particular Thursday night Santana had decided on plans other than making a particular food dish or declaring they watch a movie and had instead dragged them over to the Bushwick apartment Kurt and Rachel occupied together for a party they were throwing. She may have called the wonder twins lame on hundreds of occasions but their parties were always pretty enjoyable and plenty of attractive people attended NYADA and visited the realm of Broadway. They had arrived just under an hour ago and Santana had made sure to very warmly introduce Dani to her two best friends and there was something in Rachel’s eyes as she looked between them both that made the Latina’s skin burn. She’d quickly got over that though by drinking her way through three cups of Kurt’s ‘Special Brew’ that burned her throat with every sip but the music was flowing, the chatter was great and it was damn good stuff and- Goddamn! She really needed to stop looking at Dani because she was making it way too obvious she was checking her out. Her ass just looks so fucking good though. Yeah, that was definitely Lopez desire showing through…yet again.