Santana's POV
"Just give it up Berry; you don't have to go after Finnocence all the time." I said watching the shorter girl pace back and forth in the choir room. Sure this may have been none of my business, but dammit I'm Santana motherfucking Lopez and I can say and do whatever I want. It didn't help that I had a deep rooted hate for T-Rex, which lead me to relentless tirades about him and Man-hands. I couldn't help being a bitch, honest, it was just part of who I was, but for once I was actually trying to help someone else out.
"And what makes you think I'd ever listen to you Santana? You've done nothing but ridicule me for years, and you've never said anything nice to me up until you said my Brittany Spears outfit didn't make me look like a perverted fantasy of a Japanese business man." I rolled my eyes and pretended like my nails were now the most interesting thing in the room.
"That was insulting." I muttered not really hurt by Berry's words, but more intrigued about the slight outburst by her. "Hey Prego tell treasure trail to lay off." I urged Quinn who looked up from whatever she was doodling in her notebook.
"Fuck off Santana; I'm not pregnant anymore, so you can stop calling me that." I don't know how the room ended up being filled with only girls, but it wasn't so bad. Sure the Asian, Aretha and Britt-Britt were all here alone with Quinn, Berry and I, but they didn't seem to want to get involved with this. "And as for Rachel, I agree with Santana, you don't have to go after him, as much as I hate to admit this and I really do…you might…well you…deserve better."
"As much as I appreciate all of your valuable opinions on this matter of the wounded and bleeding heart, I must say that I am still on the precipice of going back to him. On the one hand I have the option of staying with Finn and having a notable reputation at this school, without being slushied or harassed by various Neanderthals regarding my height or nose. On the other hand I can break up with him and fall from grace and regain my previous position as bottom of the pyramid…both choices would make excellent chapters in my autobiography." I rolled my eyes at this, didn't Berry ever shut up? What did she care about what other's thought about her? Going back to Finn would be a mistake, he didn't care about her, and Quinn was right the midget deserved better. Rachel wasn't so bad, she was actually sort of…pretty.
"Is an autobiography a biography about a car?" Brittany questioned with that innocent confused expression that never seemed to break away.
"God she's so stupid." The words were barley out of Tina's mouth before I was right in her face.
"Listen here chopsticks, the next time you want to open your little rice eatin mouth take another second and think about what you're saying and who you're sayin it too. You think this is bad? I'm about to take this to the streets of Lima Heights." It was doubtful that Rachel and Quinn would be able to hold me back but with the extra leverage of Mercedes, they were able to pull me to a seated position. "I'm sorry I didn't here you apologize." I said waiting.
"I'm so sorry Brittany." Tina said cowering in fear.
"It's okay Tina." Brittany said perking up.
"Santana I think it would be in your best interest to-." I didn't even let Berry finish, I had better places to be. I held up my hand as if to say that's enough and I left the choir room without another word. "Santana!" I could here the little midget squeak as she trailed me down the hall. "Santana wait!" God was she going to follow me out to the car? I stopped just as I was about to open the doors leading out to the parking lot.
"What do you want Berry?" I asked annoyed.
"I want you to tell me why you care so much about Finn and I breaking up. I have exasperated myself in the daunting task of trying to understand you, but I simply cannot." She put her hands on her hips in a way that could only be described as childish, and somewhat cute.
"I don't care about you and Finnessa, I care about myself." She gave me a puzzled look which only meant that I would have to explain further. "If you two get back together, then all that stupid drama is gonna start up again, which in turn royally fucks up our chances at nationals. I like to win; I want to win…so you should just dump him okay." Sure I had other motives, but none more believable than that.
"Are you just trying to play on my compulsive need to win, just so you can see me suffer in the long run because I'll be deprived of the basic need to love in my life?" She questioned all in one breath.
"You don't love him." It was a statement, which meant it left very little room for argument.
"And you know what love is?" Why did she always have to get so personal? Couldn't she just leave things like they were? I looked down at the ground trying to gather myself, before I said something stupid, or worse, cheesy.
"Yeah…I think I do." I said barley above a whisper. This is something that I'd noticed over the past two years. Rachel Berry may have been just some stupid midget, but sometimes she made me feel bare. Like vulnerable, and I absolutely hated that feeling. The diva was smart and quick to express her feelings, and that sort of kept me on my heels.
"Is that what you and Brittany have?" She said it so softly that I almost had to strain to hear her, but I heard her; there was no doubt about that.
"What?" I snapped forcing the doors open and walking towards my car. "I don't feel like that about her, she's my friend that's all."
"Santana it's okay if that's how you feel, I won't judge you." She held my wrist softly and I looked deep into those big chocolate eyes. I yanked my arm free of Rachel's grasp.
"I love our friendship, I love her innocence and the way she playfully jumps up and down when she's happy…but I don't love her." And I meant it.
Rachel's POV
Walking through the McKinley Halls like I owned the place was hard. Mostly because I was at the bottom of the pyramid again, and that was tough. As much as I wanted to give it another shot with Finn, I couldn't. He was just such a…jerk. He always treated me like we were together because we had to be, not because he loved me. Call me hopeless or a romantic, but don't call me crazy for listening to Santana. Sure she was sort of a cruel human being, but there was something about her that made me want to believe her. Or believe in her. And it was true; I probably needed something to believe in.
I was nearly at my locker when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and what I saw made me shut my eyes and brace for impact. Dave Karofsky was standing there, with a slushy in his hand and a few other football jocks behind him. This made me regret breaking up with Finn, not because of being with him, but the reputation it gave me. If I was with Finn none of these guys would bother to slushy me, ever. But this is what I got, I chose with my heart and brain not with my hair or sweaters that would surely be ruined by the cold slush.
"Hold it Dickface." I opened my eyes to see Santana standing between Karofsky and I and I tried to hold back a smirk. Santana had a tight grip of Dave's arm and he looked visibly in pain. "I almost want you to throw this slushy, just so I can have another excuse to wipe the floor with you face. The first excuse being getting my boy Kurt to transfer, that my friend was the last straw, you're on thin ice. Now you've got a choice, ditch the slushy or have my hand so far down your throat that you'll be shittin rings." If I wasn't so thankful for Santana intervening I would have the empathy to feel fear for Dave. I watched as the boy pondered what Santana said for a moment and then him and his friends turned and walked away.
"That was very kind of you Santana." I said like a little girl being saved by superman.
"I didn't do it for you; I did it because I hate that asshole." I flinched at her vulgar language. "Plus you have a dog sweater on today…I love dogs." The grin on my face nearly knocked me over, I wasn't used to seeing the Latina be so open about her joy. It was rather charming actually. "What are you staring at midget?" She asked with a cocked eyebrow.
"I uh…well…sorry nothing." I couldn't believe how flustered I was. After years of training in speech and years on stage I would think that I would be immune to such difficulties. But there was something about Santana that always made me like this.
"Cat got your tongue?" Santana questioned as she leaned up against the locker in front of me. "Usually you'd be blabbering on about something or another."
"I don't see a cat." I didn't see Brittany come up behind me, but she was now standing so that her head was leaning over my shoulder and she was inspecting my mouth closely. I pulled back and closed my locker so that I could have more room to breathe. I glanced over at Santana who only chuckled lightly at the blondes antics. "Wait is the cat in Rachel's mouth?" Before Brittany could go on a full fledged search Santana pulled the girl to her side and calmed her down.
"There's no cat Britt, it's just a saying, now come on we're gonna be late for history." Santana said turning around with Brittany at her side.
"Was Donald Duck the 6th president or 7th?" I laughed out loud at the childishness of Brittany, but as amusing as that was, I was more interested in Santana. Why did she help me out? People saw her save me from the cold punishment of a slushy, so why did she do that? I guess it didn't matter, I was thankful that she saved me. She was like my superman.