Father Knows Best...or Does He? (COMPLETE)

The Heart Wants What the Heart Wants...

The door was wide open, as was the case...

Peter was only fooling himself if he thought he could just forget about Santana and the magic they shared in their meeting, especially knowing he would see her again at the show at Daisy's. 

As the next night came, he wrestled with the choice of whether he should say something to Santana or if he should just keep quiet. 

By showtime, he still hadn't reached a decision. 

"You are more of a chicken than a cat!!" He fussed to himself, pacing back and forth in the backstage area and swinging his arms to try and ward off his stress. 

Gene and Paul were talking to their manager, Bill Aucoin, while Ace watched his best friend pacing; his head following him back and forth. 

"You can't even do a simple thing as making a decision!!" Peter kept berating himself.

"Cat, I don't like seeing you like this..." Ace said. "...you're driving yourself crazy..." 

"I can't help it, Ace..." Peter said. "I just-" 

"Ace!!" Paul called from onstage, behind the curtains. "May I see you for a minute?" 

"Be right there, boss!!" Ace then called back. "The master calls...I must follow and obey!!" He told Peter as he headed up and over to where Paul and Gene were. 

"Cat?" 

A soft and familiar voice said from behind Peter.  

Peter turned around, once again, finding Santana standing before him; looking up at him and smiling. 

"Santana..." He said, smiling as his eyes met hers. 

She was dressed in a short black skirt, black knee boots, black lace top thigh highs, a silver sequin crop top that exposed her stomach, and a black leather jacket while her makeup was fixed exactly like her father's. 

She was undeniably beautiful. 

Peter couldn't take his eyes off of her...the argument he had been having with himself now long gone from his mind as he continued to stare at her. 

"...wow...you look amazing..." He said, looking her up and down. 

Santana blushed beneath her makeup, giving him a shy smile. "Thank you." She said, sweetly. "So do you..." 

Peter smiled; she was adorable. 

Wanting to close the distance between them, he began walking toward her. Giving neither of them a chance to think, he then backed her up against the wall; crashing his mouth down on hers. 

Santana's eyes drifted closed; winding her arms around his neck as she felt his tongue slide into her mouth and tangle with her own. 

Peter pinned her body against the wall with his as he let out a tortured growl; pulling back only slightly. 

"...Santana..." He whispered breathlessly. 

Santana smiled, nearly drunk from his kiss as she gently ran her fingers through his hair. 

"...I'm trying so hard to fight this..." Peter continued to whisper. "...but I can't...being around you...baby, I can't fight it..." He said, looking down into her eyes. "...there's something between us, Santana...I feel it..." He gently tipped her chin up. "...I know you feel it too..." 

Her brown eyes holding his as she looked up at him, Santana then smiled and nodded. 

Peter smiled, resting his forehead against hers as reality then slowly hit him.