Disclaimer: I do not and i never will own glee or any of its characters
Set in season 4 Girls (and boys) On Film
First fic ever so reviews much appreciated if i get no feedback in a week i'll leave this story and start anew
Once Santana came home and saw Rachel sitting on their couch she knew it. She knew she was in her new home. Even though man-hands hadn't been one of Santana's best friends at McKinley she felt closer to the girl now and she knew that Rachel was part of the reason she loved being here. Conversation still didn't come easy for them so Santana just said the first thing that came to mind when she can through the door.
"Okay New York may be disgusting, especially when it's covered in grey, nasty snow and the people may be horrible and rude and some smelly, homeless man in pee stained tighty whiteys might have groped me on the subway and then asked me for a dollar but I gots to say I finally feel like I have found my people."
Rachel who seemed a little out of it to Santana only responded with "I'm glad that you found your corner of the sky Santana" Noticing that Lady Hummel was nowhere in sight and having nothing else to talk about Santana decided to ask Rachel.
"Where are the hardy boys, investigating the mystery of god could you be any more annoying?"
"Kurt and Adam are at NYADA" Rachel's answer was so short and emotionless, it was not like Rachel to be like this and Santana knew the easiest way to get Rachel to talk was to make her mad by insulting that mannequin boyfriend of hers.
"And Pablo Escobar, did he ever come home?"
"BRODY, is in the shower" that hint of sass in Rachel's voice told Santana she was getting somewhere even if it was going to her being yelled at by man-hands it didn't matter. It would be better than sitting in this apartment in dead silence while the knowledge of Rachel's situation was eating her alive. So she had to keep the ball rolling. Making the choice to stick to her theory of Brody being a drug dealer she added to Rachel's shower statement by saying
"Where he will be for the next hour scrubbing the drug shame off his frictionless body."
"For the hundredth time okay, if you keep making fun of Brody" This was it now it was time to come clean.
"I'm not; I mean I am just not now. Okay look now that we're alone I want to talk to you about what I found in your bathroom trashcan underneath the waded up tissue paper, the used cotton swabs and the soiled acne wipes. An item which unless Lady Hummel has actually been a lady all these years, could have only been yours."
Even though Rachel knew perfectly well what Santana had found she stuck to her guns and denied everything like she had been for the past week "I don't know what you're talking about"
"Rachel… you're really not gonna tell me about the stick?"
"You had no right"
Santana could see the tears forming in Rachel's eyes and knew how hard this must be for her. All she could do now was comfort her friend
"Rachel I'm your friend, you can trust me just tell me what's going on."
With Santana's words Rachel broke. Everything, all the anger, worry and sadness came flooding to her taking over every thought in her mind until there was nothing left but pain. Collapsing into Santana's side the queen of the New Directions sobbed into her friend and Santana had no idea how to react. Last time one of her friends was pregnant she didn't have to say or do anything but now she had to help. Right now she couldn't do much but she could sooth her friend while she was crying. Softly Santana rubbed Rachel's back and held her close quietly telling her "You're gonna be okay. It's okay. It's gonna be okay".
They sat there together -Rachel in Santana's arms - for what felt like hours. Santana's hand moving gently up and down Rachel's back while slowly rocking her back and forth until the diva had calmed down enough to talk.
"Brody should be getting out of the shower soon so I should probably clean my face or something. He can't know about this. Santana please don't tell anyone. Nobody knows, not even Kurt."
"Rachel I promise I won't tell the human Ken doll about his incoming plastic demon spawn but you can't just deny that this is happening you need to deal with this and since he is the father he needs to know."
Rachel was unable to meet Santana's eye. Even though this woman now knew more than anyone else in her life she couldn't admit to her that she didn't know who the father was. That night with Fin was so amazing and sweet but the night before she was with Brody and it was erotic and romantic. The two men were polar opposites but now one of them was the father of her child. But which one?
The two women sat there facing each other not sure what to do or say. Just then Brody came out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel tied around his waist. As he sauntered over to Rachel's corner of the apartment Santana couldn't help but ask herself what Rachel saw in him. Sure he was attractive in a hairless boy-wonder kind of way but he had the personality of a wet mop and he was so shady that he could be an Arabian slum lord. Rachel could do so much better than this Frank Lucas wannabe. As soon as Brody was out of earshot Santana spoke in a low tone "Rachel I know this is hard because the American Psyco is here but we need to talk about this if not now then tonight when Brody goes on his nightly drug round to the NYU dorms selling pot to the philosophy majors."
"Santana I've had a really tough few weeks can we please just drop this for today?"
"No, we need to talk about this. Rachel this is a big deal you can't just shrug it off you need to talk to me."
"Hey Rache, I gotta go into work they just called and said that one of our waiters dropped out and asked me to take his shift." Brody called while he was getting dressed behind the curtain that was the door to Rachel's bedroom. As he stepped out in his dark grey suit Rachel couldn't help but go over and kiss him. As their lips met she felt all her worry slip away into the passion of the kiss until someone interrupted."
"Ugh straight people, god you guys get a room." Santana said purely to piss off Brody.
"Santana if you want to live here I suggest you get used to my presence cause I have a feeling I'll be here a lot."
"Oh is that so cause for the whole three weeks I've been here I've never seen you here between the hours of 6pm and 2am. So where do you go Brody?"
"He has work Santana. New York is the city that never sleeps so of course they need waiters at all hours of the day."
'And there she goes again, defending him when she knows I'm right' Santana thought to herself as Rachel kissed Brody again. 'Ugh disgusting'.
I am so sorry for my crap grammar and stuff even though English is my first language... i blame the schools :)