Disclaimer: I own none of the characters used in this work of fiction. I am merely using them for my entertainment as well as everyone else.
Author Notes: whistles. It certainly has been a while since I've posted anything on here. April of last year O.o. Wow. I've really neglected this place. I don't post here often. I usually just post stories on my live journal. Oh well, here's a little piece for my newest fandom and love. This is a written response to a request someone made at LJ's comment_fic community.
Santana/Rachel friendship. I'm sure you'll see me popping up with some Puckleberry fic in the future though. Hope you enjoy it.
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Unexpected Helping Hands.
An undignified squeak came from the other end of the hall. Before she could stop herself, Santana Lopez pulled herself away from her open locker. Just catching the open mouthed shocked expression on Rachel Berry's face as red liquid slid down her face and the front of her clothes. The Hockey team's laughter echoed down the hall was the made jeers and pushed the petite brunette with their shoulders as they passed. Rachel stood frozen for a moment or two, her books on the floor from the rough way she was being handled. More laughter flooded the halls as other onlookers passed, heading for class.
Santana sighed, slamming her locker closed, waiting until everyone else had disappeared before she approached Berry. The slushied girl had bent down to collect her books.
"Here," Santana stated, pushing Rachel's English Literature book in front of her.
Rachel turned up to stare at her with wide doe eyes and Santana resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She had a heart. She just preferred to not show it most days.
"Santana," Rachel stated in an unsure voice, "T-Thank you," she stuttered.
Santana nodded, continuing to help her gather any fallen papers and books. She continued to glance around every so often. It wouldn't do much for her reputation to be seen with the girl.
"Do you have a change of clothes?" Santana asked, standing up to her full height, dusting herself off as Rachel did the same.
"No," Rachel replied softly, "I thought this was all behind me. It didn't occur to me to bring another set of clothing after three months of slushy free days."
Santana rolled her eyes, causing the brunette to bow her head. She sighed crossing her arms over her Cheerios uniform. The Latina nodded towards her locker, "Come on, I have a set that might fit you." Rachel's head shot up in surprise.
The Latina beginning to head back to her locker, she paused when Rachel remained rooted to her spot. "Are you coming Berry? Or do you want to stay in those sticky clothes all day?"
"O-of course not!" she stuttered in frustration, following the Latin Cheerio down the hall.
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Rachel sighed in contentment as she towel dried her hair. It was refreshing to be free of the cherry slush coating it had just a few minutes prior. Her eyes drafted to the reflection of the Latin Cheerio leaning against the wall behind her. Santana's attention drawn to her nails as she carefully filed them in a way she wanted them.
"Santana?"
"What is it Berry?" The Latina's focus still on her nails.
"Not that I greatly appreciate your assistance after my vicious slushy attack. And I will be eternally grateful for allowing me to borrow your clothing," she lightly tugged up the low cut neck of the shirt Santana had given her and adjusted the low cut shorts. "Though they aren't exactly my style, I still appreciate this and,"
Santana couldn't help but smile as the other girl rambled, "Your point Berry?" she cut off. Her tone much nicer than Rachel was used to.
Rachel nodded, running a brush through her damp hair, "Yes well, why did you help me today? We aren't exactly friends."
Santana frowned, her eyes narrowing in on her nails. She had been asking herself the very same question the moment she had left her locker to help the petite girl with her belongings. She honestly didn't know why she did what she did. It was very un-Santana of her. Maybe it was because the girl was the only person who believed she hadn't leaked the set list for Sectionals to Sylvester like everyone else had. Or maybe…Santana shook her head and shrugged.
"We're in Glee together. I figured it was time to call a sort of truce since we're going to be stuck together for another year. It wouldn't kill me. I can be nice," she paused, "when I want to be."
Rachel watched the girl through the mirror, Santana looking up every now and than with an eyebrow raised. "Why is that a problem Berry? Would you have rather that I just left you there and laughed like everyone else?"
The little brunette quickly shook her head, "No! I already told you that I am eternally grateful for sticking your neck out for me today."
Santana waved her off, "Don't worry about it. I'm sure it won't become an everyday thing. If we're done, I'm going to head to class."
Rachel watched as the Latina, head for the door. She pausing just before exiting. "Next time be more careful Rachel."
Santana left before Rachel could get in a final word. The little diva smiled at her reflection. No final insult and the Latina had actually called her by her first name. After the morning slushy facial, maybe the rest of the day wouldn't be so bad.
End.