A/N: Based on Chapter 24 of Declarations of Love. Enjoy! :)


Santana Lopez walked into the choir room to see Rachel Berry sitting at the piano. "Berry." she said, nodding to the other girl. Rachel looked over and raised a defensive eyebrow. "What's with the defense? I'm just saying hi." Santana said.

"Forgive me if I don't believe you." Rachel snapped. Santana looked down. "What do you want, Santana?"

"I wanted to talk to you." she said. Rachel raised an eyebrow.

"So talk." Santana nodded.

"I… I'm sorry, Rachel."

"For what?" Rachel asked, thoroughly confused. Santana bit her lip.

"For everything that I've done to you. It wasn't right, especially since…" Santana trailed off.

"Since what?" Rachel asked carefully. Santana looked up.

"I... I... I have to go. I'm sorry." she said, backing up. Rachel stood up.

"Wait... Santana, wait!" she said, running after the Cheerio. "Santana! Santana Lopez!" Rachel yelled. The Cheerio stopped in her tracks and turned around.

"What Rachel?" she asked. Rachel bit her lip as she saw tears in her eyes.

"Are you okay?" Rachel asked softly. Santana shook her head.

"I don't deserve this."

"Deserve what?"

"Deserve to be feeling this way when I slept with Finn." Santana said. Rachel raised an eyebrow.

"Feeling what way?"

"I have feelings for you, Rachel. Real feelings for you. And I shouldn't because I know you're never going to reciprocate them. I'm sorry for everything I've ever done to you, but I refuse to stop feeling this way. I'll torture myself if I have to, but I really like you Rachel." Santana said. Rachel bit her lip as Santana walked away.


"So you told Rachel how you really feel about her and then just walked away?" Brittany asked. Santana nodded. "S!"

"What?"

"S, you can't just tell someone something like that and then just walk away!"

"B, she just broke up with Finn two weeks ago. She's not going to want me, considering I caused the damn break up." Santana said. Brittany rolled her eyes and grabbed her bag of chips that they were sharing. Santana banged her head against her pillow and groaned.

"San, if you really like Rachel then you have to tell her." Brittany said.

"I did, B."

"You know what I mean, Santana. You have to tell her and then stick around to hear what she has to say. Maybe she likes you back. Maybe she wants to go out with you."

"Maybe she wants to slap the hell out of me. I've seen her slap Finn. It looks painful."

"Just tell her, Santana!"


"Santana?" The Cheerio looked up at one of her butler.

"Yea Eddie?" she sighed.

"You have a visitor." She raised an eyebrow.

"Santana?" a soft voice said. She felt her heart flutter.

"Rachel." she said, a small smile gracing her face. The diva gave her a slight wave. "Please, come in." Santana said, gesturing to the couch she had in her humongous basement room. "Don't take this the wrong way, but what are you doing here?" Santana asked. Rachel smiled.

"Your bedroom is in your basement?" she asked. Santana nodded.

"Gives me a sense of normalcy. If you haven't noticed, my house isn't exactly normal. Hello, I have a fucking butler for Christ's sake. But I have to be myself and I can't do that in this huge ass house. It kinda goes against my tough 'I'm from Lima Heights' persona. Being a rich girl isn't good for that." Santana said, laughing.

"So why the basement?" Rachel asked.

"Because its separate from all of that upstairs. I love my parents and I love my life, I just... I need something in this house to be normal, ya know?" she asked. Rachel smiled and nodded.

"So... I thought about what you said earlier today..."

"And?" Santana said quietly. Rachel raised her head to meet the cheerleader's eyes.

"And..." Rachel took a deep breath. "I believe you." Santana looked up.

"I... You believe me?" Rachel nodded and smiled softly.

"I believe you, Santana." she said. Santana smiled. "And I'd be lying if I told you that I didn't have feelings for you as well, but..."

"But you just broke up with Finn.. because of me." Santana whispered.

"Actually no... Finn and I would have been okay because of that, but I sort of... cheated on Finn with Puck." Rachel said. Santana raised an eyebrow.

"That's... really... badass." Santana said, laughing. Rachel chuckled. "I'm surprised Berry."

"Whoa... you can't tell me you want to be with me and then call me Berry."

"I never said I wanted to be with you." Santana pointed out, smiling. Rachel's face fell. "I'm kidding, Rachel." she said, standing up and walkng to the couch. Holding out a hand, she looked from the hand to the diva with a hopeful eyebrow raised. Rachel grinned and took the hand, allowing herself to be pulled up from the couch and into the awaiting arms in front of her. "I totally want to be with you." she whispered, closing her eyes as she hugged the diva tightly.

"I... If you promise not to hurt me... I want to try this... us... out." Rachel whispered. Santana went still. "I mean... unless..." Santana brought a finger to her lips.

"Shh... Its okay. I was just surprised. I was sure you'd reject me." Santana said. Rachel smiled softly and kissed the Latina. "Thank you so much, Rach." she said softly, holding her girl close. Rachel closed her eyes as she hugged her new girlfriend.

"I'm the one who should be thanking you." she whispered, kissing the girl on the cheek.