A/N:I do not own Glee or the characters in it.
Rachel fucking berry, the girl who always wanted the lead roles in silly musicals and stuck gold stars at the end of her signatures. Something must be seriously wrong with her, Santana thought, as she examined her childlike clothes. Yet she couldn't help but admire her cute butt. Get it together, Lopez, she thought to herself and walked towards Rachel, ready to insult her.
X x x x
I should have totally gotten the role of Maria. Mercedes wasn't even that good, Rachel whispered to herself while she was getting her books from her locker. Could her day get any worse? She wondered and as if on cue, Santana strutted across the hallway towards her and she knew what was coming.
Ah, Santana, her personal tormentor sent from the depths of hell in the form of a sexy cheerleader to make her life absolutely miserable. She tried to remember when this feud had started between them but came up with nothing. Granted, Santana was a bitch to everyone but especially so to her. It made no sense to Rachel.
Before Rachel could wonder anymore, Santana stood in front of her. Ha, was my inner monologue that long or is she a slow walker? she immediately regretted that thought as images of Santana running slow motion on a sandy beach popped into her head. Though she had to admit that Santana looked pretty fine. Oh, right, Santana.
"What do you want?'' Rachel snapped, pulling herself out of her fantasy.
"Ouch. Can't a girl just say hi to a friend?'' Santana said, feigning hurt.
"Pfft, friend my ass'' Rachel spluttered ignoring her choice of vocabulary."This is coming from the person who makes fun of my choice of clothing everyday!'' Rachel felt her face burn and cursed at how easily flustered she became. Not wanting to embarrass herself further, she stormed off.
X x x x
There it was. Rachel's face had turned completely red and Santana couldn't be more satisfied. Why did she feel such gratification from rachel's outbursts? She didn't know but watching Rachel self-combust was one of her favourite past time. The way her face would turn several shades of red in a matter of seconds amused her. It had almost become a game to her. Could she make Rachel glow an even darker shade of red the next time? The fun never seems to end.
Sometimes she would think that she had gone too far and would attempt to apologise but then the little firecracker would bite back and the cycle continues. Of course it would be suspicious if she was only mean to Rachel so she decided to be a bitch to everyone else as well. Finn, Rachel's then boyfriend, finally snapped one day and asked Rachel why she always gave Santana what she wanted by retaliating. The nerve of that boy, Santana would say. She never liked him. Rachel later broke up with him which made Santana exceptionally happy the day she heard the news. Finn was a douchebag, she'd rationalize her utter joy. Rachel deserved better. But since when did she care? She just enjoyed pushing Rachel's buttons. That was it. Nothing else.
X x x x
After school had ended, Rachel went to the parking lot to wait for Kurt, her best friend, to take her home. He had recently gotten a car for his birthday and has been her ride to and from school ever since. Where is his car? she hissed. It wasn't a good day at all and she just wanted to go home, relax and read a good book. Then, her phone beeped, alerting that she had a message.
Kurt: hey cant give u a ride tday. hve a date with blaine. had 2 leave asap. i owe u one! Xox
Great! Now she had to walk home. She didn't want to get sweaty at all. Before she could decide what to do, Santana had creeped up behind her and whispered in her ear ''boo!''. Now, Rachel wasn't one to scare easily. Sure, she had been scared once or twice but that was when she thought monsters lived in her closet. But then, she didn't think the noise she made was even human as she jumped and clutched her chest. who the fu- she yelped as she whipped around only to see Santana bursting into laughter and in between breaths saying ''Did you... see... her face... oh my god...''
For the second time that day her face burned and she couldn't be more furious. "What the fuck is wrong with you?'' she managed to finally say. Santana had already regained her composure and now she was smirking.
"Tsk, do you kiss your parents with that mouth? Relax, geez. I saw that you didn't have a ride and thought you might want to ride with me. I guess you'd probably prefer to walk home so I'll just be leaving now...'' Santana said and walked away in a slow pace obviously waiting for Rachel to stop her.
Rachel had to think fast and weigh her options. Accept the ride from the devil or endure an agonizing walk home? Before she could stop herself, ''Wait!'' she blurted. Santana turned, seeming pleased with herself. "A ride wouldn't hurt.''
X x x x
Silence. When was Rachel ever quiet? Santana couldn't recall a time when she was. But there she sat, in her car, completely silent. In glee club she was always talking, suggesting solos that she could sing while the rest of them sang back up. Santana personally didn't like the glee club but had only joined to piss Rachel off. It was hilarious to watch, she mused. But when anyone snapped at Rachel, she'd be the first to come to her defence. She didn't like it when anyone else went off on her. It didn't feel right unless it was her who was teasing Rachel. It seemed crazy when she explained it like that.
"So...'' Santana decided to break the silence. "You're in a cheery mood.''
"Not now, Santana. I just want to get home'' she deadpanned.
"Oh come on, you don't have to mope around just because you didn't get to play tinkerbell in some stupid musical!'' Rachel looked at Santana as if she had grown an extra head. "It is not a stupid musical! You wouldn't understand! You have that cheerleader thing going for you. Music is my thing!'' Santana eyed Rachel from the side. She was blushing from her little outburst. How adorable, she thought.
"Hey, there'll be other silly musicals for you to audition for. Plus they must have been really dumb to not see how amazing you are.'' she said, hoping to make Rachel feel better.
X x x x
''No! I won't allow you to do this!''
Santana frowned.
"What are you on about, Berry?''
"You can't be mean to me all day and then act nice later! It's driving me crazy! Why can't you leave me alone?''
Santana now looked genuinely hurt. She always did this, Rachel raged in her mind. She'd berate Rachel till she was at her lowest and then swoop in like a fucking hero to save the day.
Rachel wasn't having it anymore. She had been worn thin by this crazy latina's antics. Then why was she so hesitant to let go? Why couldn't she tear her down the same? Santana always seemed to enjoy teasing her. Why then was it so hard to insult her back? Make her feel miserable too?
"We're here'' Santana whispered. She looked at Rachel, her eyes exposing how vulnerable she was. This was it, Rachel thought. Get her back at her weakest. It was almost too easy. Do it, she urged but her body had another thing in mind. Rachel had already leaned in to kiss her.