Prompt:Non-est pezberry. They got stuck working Santana's house, and Brittany broke up with Santana a week ago. It somehow didn't get to the rumour mill McKinley, and when Santana goes to the bathroom, Rachel sees a torn picture on her bureau, she picks the two pieces up, and she looks them. Santana sees Rachel holding the picture and snatches it. Rachel tries asking what's wrong, Santana fires usual insults and. Insists nothing is wrong, Rachel, not convinced, asks again. When Santana looks down, she ends up looking the picture, and gets choked up. This time Rachel, being the impulsive person she is, pulls Santana into a hug, and Santana starts to flip, but Rachel doesn't let go. Cue breakdown!Santana, beating her hands into Rachel's chest while sobbing.
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Santana had a knack for throwing parties that were talked about for months after they happened and the night before was no exception.
Everyone stumbled out of the door, hissing at the light from the sun. The Latina had to kick everyone out pretty early on Sunday morning because she was expecting her parent's home. Usually the girl wouldn't have accepted any help from the annoying diva but all of her friends had pegged it and she really could use a hand.
So the two were stuck in an awkward silence, trying to pick up every last piece of party litter as they methodically cleaned the house. Rachel had attempted to make some conversation but the Latina hadn't been very responsive so she just gave up. The two had finally finished the downstairs and moved on to the upper rooms in the house.
"I'm just going to go to the bathroom." Rachel nodded to indicate that she heard but still said nothing. Santana left the room and the brunette moved on to the next room. She sighed and rolled her eyes when she came across used condom which had been tied off to stop any of the liquid escaping. The singer didn't know how these items got into Santana's bedroom however. The Latina had locked the room, only she had the key and as far as Rachel knew the girl was still with a certain blonde cheerleader.
After a few moments she just shrugged it off, assuming the couple had asked Puck to join in on their fun last night. That was, however, until Rachel moved to clear the mess of plastic cups from the girls dressing table. Amongst the rubbish, she found a picture of Brittany, the innocently ditsy cheerleader. Not far from it, Rachel found the other half, a picture of the Latina. It was obvious that the picture had been torn.
"What are you doing in here?" Santana's icy yet vulnerable voice came from the doorway, making the brunette spin around to look at her. The Latinas eyes went instantly to the picture in Rachel's hands. She crossed the room in a second, snatching the two halves from the divas hands. "Get out of my house right now Berry." She spat but something in Santana's voice made the girl stand her ground and stay.
"What happened between you and Brittany, Santana?" the brunette asked softly, seeing that a single tear had made its way down the Latinas cheek.
Knowing that she was being vulnerable in front of the girl who she had picked on throughout high school, Santana tried to hide her face by looking down, only to be met with the picture of herself and her blonde. They were happy in the picture. Their relationship was still a secret when that had been taken and they were still blissfully unaware of the hatred that they would face and the hatred that would tear them apart.
"Its none of your business, now get out." The Latina mumbled, subconsciously clutching at the picture, crumpling it in her hands.
Rachel, acting on instinct, wrapped her arms around the now shaking girl. Santana tried to struggle against the almost unnatural embrace, lashing out and hitting any part of the smaller girl that she could as tears fell freely down her cheeks.
"Get your filthy man hands off of me!" she cried, "Seriously RuPaul, leave me alone."
As Rachel clung on, ignoring the hurtful names and flailing fists, she felt the Latina slowly start to surrender. Eventually Santana's hands rested on the swell of the singers breasts and her head on the girls shoulder as she just cried.
"What happened?" the girl tried again once the cheerleaders sobbing had slowed a little.
"We had a huge fight last week about our parents and some shit that Finn said and then she broke up with me. I hear she ran straight back to that stupid crippled wheelchair kid." She sniffled, finally lifting her head off of the shorter girls shoulder but not leaving her arms just yet. She wouldn't admit it to anyone but she kind of liked having Rachel's arms around her.
"I'm so sorry Santana." The brunette rubbed the girls back slowly, not really knowing enough about the relationship to comment further.
"I just feel lost without her you know? I don't know if it was because she was it for me or because I was always just so used to having her there and now she's not. We aren't even talking." The Latina started crying again as Rachel tightened her hold. Santana's head found its way back to the singers shoulder.
"I think that you just need to lean to be without her again. There was a time in your life when she wasn't there; you just have to put your mind to then. Don't forget about her in your heart; just put her somewhere in there where she can't hurt you." The girl moved her hand to the cheerleader's hair, running it through the silky locks that met her fingers.
"Is that what you do every time Finn tears you apart?" the girl pulled away from Rachel, missing the contact immediately. She moved to lay on her bed, patting the space next to her for Rachel to occupy. The diva nodded, moving awkwardly to sit on the girl's bed. "How do you do it?"
"I'm not really sure. I think for the most part, I just focus on something completely different like something in glee for example." The brunette was surprised when the cheerleader reached out to hold her hand.
"I don't have anything else to focus on." Santana admitted, looking at her free hand and refusing to acknowledge the fact that she had initiated the contact with the singer. "She was in every part of my life. She still is but we don't talk."
"Then find something that she doesn't have any part of, no matter how small it is and just focus on that." Rachel squeezed the tan hand to emphasise her point, making the Latina look at her.
"You actually have really soft hands, not manly." She said, looking to the deep brown eyes above her.
"Thank you Santana, I moisturise them twice daily. Over the years I have grown quite the complex about my ha-," before she could finish her sentence, she was cut off by soft lips on her own. They moved slowly until she responded. She let out a tiny whimper when her bottom lip was sucked into the cheerleader's mouth and bitten softly.
"I'm sorry," Santana breathed when they finally pulled apart. She was supporting herself with her free hand behind her. "I don't know what happened."
"You can kiss me again if you want to." The brunette said quietly making the Latina freeze for a moment. Their eyes connected seconds before their lips did once more. Soon, Rachel found herself on her back, Santana on top of her as their tongues duelled and their hands wandered.
"I never thought I would ever be doing this." The cheerleader smiled before going in for another kiss. The make out session came to a natural end a few moments later. Neither girl was particularly sad about it but they knew that the other would be opposed to continuing what they were previously doing.
"Maybe we can be what we focus on to get our minds off of our exes?" Rachel suggested nervously, watching her new friend's body language as she cautiously continued. "You know, a more physical relationship than anything else. Start out slowly because I am still a virgin."
"Seriously? Finnocence hasn't tapped that?" Santana laughed but the singers glared at her.
"No, and do you really think that I am ever going to let him in to my panties with the way he treats me?" she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and effectively pushing the Latina off of her.
"Then why bother to keep going back to him?" the girl asked, genuinely curious.
"Because I would rather be in a relationship then risk the halls of McKinley single." The starlet admitted heavily. Santana knew that she was the main reason Rachel's life was hell at school.
"Yeah well the halls of school are going to be a different place for you come Monday morning." The tanned girl said, determination evident in her voice. "Can you just put your arms back around me because I kind of liked it earlier. Tell anyone that and you're toast."
Rachel rolled her eyes as she held the cheerleader in her arms. She knew that once Santana was over Brittany then their new arrangement would be forgotten about, but at least she would have had Santana in some why.
That's got to have been better than not at all right?
I don't know if I will do another part to this. Let me know if you want it.
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