Santana sighed as she spotted the tiny brunette at her locker, arms folded sadly across her chest. She took a few steps forward toward her, then turned around and began to take languid steps in the other direction. She stopped, however, and found herself walking down the hall to Rachel once more, simply because that tiny feeling kept pulsating through her body and she couldn't take it any longer.
One step forward, two steps forward. She sighed as the feeling started to make her head throb again. Three steps forward. Santana grabbed hold of the band restraining her hair in a tight and uncomfortable ponytail, trying not to show any pain in the carefully nonchalant expression on her face. She managed the last step over to Rachel and stood in front of her, tightly clenching her jaw.
"Berry." She muttered, a hint of annoyance in her voice. The shorter girl remained unmoving, seemingly content with allowing her head to be bent so low and her fingernails to be digging so deep into the sleeves of her hoodie.
"Berry," Santana tried again, even going so far as to extend a hand in the general direction of the girl's face. Her sense caught up to her halfway-there, causing the hand to fall limply back down to her hip. Rachel sniffled slightly and raised her head, brown curls falling to her chest. Santana almost winced at the pain in the brunette's red-rimmed eyes, but then remembered her own pain and firmly bit down on her lip. That feeling was relentless.
"I don't know why you're acting like this. And more than that, I'm surprised I even care," Santana whispered, watching Rachel's eyes flicker to the ground for a second.
"Just leave me alone, Santana." Rachel nervously licked her lip and turned on her heel, hurriedly starting to walk through the empty corridor.
"Berry," Santana hissed sharply, stretching a tan hand out to grab onto Rachel's elbow. The hand took hold of nothing and Rachel desperately changed her pace, practically running to the school entrance and darting outside.
Santana stared after her and then looked back down at her hand; she could have sworn that it had just passed through Rachel's elbow as if the brunette's arm was transparent.
"The fuck?" She mumbled.