Disclaimer; I do not own the show or the characters in this fic (but god do I wish I did)
So this is my first published Glee fic. I'm not very good at publishing stories on this site - I'm used to doing so on my livejournal, so I apologize if this will be hard to read.
Santana stood shockingly still, staring down at the girl nervously shifting around on her front porch.
"I'm sorry for coming over so late and disturbing you Santana. I know that you and I are not 'friends' per say, and that you find me highly annoying, but I kind of don't have anyone else to turn to right now, and it's important. Or, well… You probably won't feel the same way, seeing how you hate me and all, but…"
"What, Berry? Just spit it out already!" The shock beginning to wear off, giving the Latina room for actual thoughts in her head again and for actual words find to find their way through her lips. Rachel nodded her head and swallowed nervously before opening her mouth again;
"My fathers are away on vacation at the moment and they won't be home for another few weeks and Kurt hates me ever since the whole Finn/Noah debacle, I really don't know why though, but I guess he's trying to be a supportive brother of some sorts…"
The tiny diva continued her rant, seemingly without needing to take a single breath, as the taller brunette crossed her arms over her chest and waited for the smaller girl to get to her point. "… and Mercedes and I never really got along all that well, and I just… I don't have anyone else to go to. I thought since you live just down the block that I, I don't know, I…"
Santana sighed as she cut the girl off, "Seriously Hobbit, I don't have all night."
Rachel looked up at the taller brunette as she took a long breath and blurted out; "I was mugged."
Concern flashed through Santana's eyes for a second before she responded, "What?" She quickly cleared her throat and uncrossed her arms from where they'd rested over her chest, trying to not sound all that worried about the girl she supposedly hates, she spoke; "Are you like, okay? Should I… call the cops or something?" Rachel shook her head, "Oh, no. No, that's… I'm okay. There's no need for the police to get involved. The guy managed to grab my wallet before I started running away. I just ran, really fast, and somewhere along the road I lost my keys. I don't have a spare, and I really just want to go home and forget about this whole day." She bit her lip as she continued to look up at the Latina through her eyelashes. Santana nodded, waiting for the Diva to keep talking, however, as the seconds seemed to tick by without a single word coming from the shorter girl, Santana heaved another sigh, "So… I'm honestly not trying to sound mean right now Berry… But what the hell do you want me to do about it?"
Rachel's shoulders slumped forward a bit as she seemed to take an interest in her shoes, "I don't really know. I…" Santana looked over the usually smiling (annoyingly so) but now broken looking girl, and noticed how Rachel's hands were shaking quite visibly.
"I just want to go home." It was whispered so quietly that Santana barely caught it, and as much as she'd like to just close the door right in the Diva's face and forget that this conversation ever happened, she did hear it and I kind of broke her heart a little bit.
It was almost an hour later that the Latina found herself climbing the side of the Berry house, trying to reach the only open window – on the second floor – conveniently also, the only way in to the house without breaking some glass, something Rachel was being very strict about not doing.
"I can't freaking reach it Berry! I swear, if I fall and break my ass, I WILL end you. And I won't even feel bad about kicking your ass on the same night you got mugged!" Rachel threw her hands out exasperatedly and sighed audibly, "Yes, Santana, I did actually hear you the first time you threw that sentence at me. Also the second time, AND third time. You have my permission to, as you say - 'kick my ass' if you do fall down and break your precious little butt, okay?" She stomped her foot in the grass to emphasize just how frustrated the Latina and her over-repeated threats were.
"Did you just seriously call my ass little?" She heard Santana growl from her spot on the brick wall. They'd been bantering like this, back and forth, for over 30 minutes now.
"Yes, Santana. In fact, I called your ass Little and Precious." She responded irritably. The laughter she heard coming from the Latina did nothing to calm her darkened mood.
"Oh my god, Berry! You just said 'ass'!" The laughter continued, "And you think my ass is precious! I mean, I understand that your view from down there must be fucking wonderful, but please keep the ogling and commentary to yourself, okay! If I keep laughing, I'm going to fall down!"
Rachel sent the Latina's back an unimpressed glare, "Oh you wish I was staring at your ass, Lopez!" She replied very uncharacteristically, "I know you're a hardworking Cheerio and all, but I've seen way, way finer behinds before." This time, Santana wasn't laughing, having finally caught the side railing of the window where she held on tight and carefully slid closer to the middle of the big wooden square of glass. She'd caught the words Rachel had thrown at her though but pretended not to have, to keep the Diva from knowing just how much it had freaking her out.
Not because she'd called her Lopez – although that was out of the blue – but because of how un-Rachel-like the whole comment had been. Who knew Hobbit actually checked out asses, like, at all in her freakishly boring and frigid life?
She finally managed to grab a hold of the edge of the railing as she balanced on a slightly more out-standing brick in the wall of the house, and threw her leg up as far as she could, finally getting her leg hooked on the inside of the window – she wasn't a Cheerio for nothing – and climbed in through the fully opened window. "Hah!" She yelled out as she put her left foot down on the floor, but stumbled slightly as she tried to get her right leg in as well, managing to fall unceremoniously down on the floor. "Santana, are you alright?" Rachel yelled worriedly when she heard the crash from inside the house. "You didn't manage to break anything, did you?" As on cue, the Latina's head popped up from her spot on the floor, smiling face sticking out of the window, playing her (kind of really hard) fall as nothing more than minor bump to the leg.
"Everything is peachy up here!" Rachel lifted an eyebrow at the tone Santana had used,
"Are you sure? It sounded like you fell down pretty hard. That's my fathers room you're in. Please say nothing broke!" When she got no response she got a little worried. "Okay, I didn't mean to make that sound like their room and possessions mean more than your well-being. Are you really okay up there?" She still got no response, "Santana?"
"What! I don't want any freaking Girl Scout cookies, you damn midgets!" Rachel yelped in fear and surprise; as Santana threw open the front door behind her. "Christ, Santana! Give me a heart attack would you!" The Latina laughed as she watched the smaller brunette clench her hand over heart.
When Rachel didn't move from her spot, seemingly frozen in fear, Santana stepped down from the porch, "Hey, Berry… you okay?" the tiny Diva only pressed her hand harder against her chest, brows furrowing and tears starting to swell in her eyes.
"Rachel?" She took a few tentative steps towards the girl, and (against her better judgment) placed a hand on a shaking shoulder. "I didn't… I didn't mean to scare you." Understanding that the girl must have had some sort of flashback to her encounter, being mugged, earlier in the evening, Santana carefully helped the diva up the steps of the porch, through the door and set her down on the large grey couch in the living room.
She sat down next to her, taking a deep breath before she did something she never usually do. "I'm sorry." She breathed out the apology before she continued, "I really didn't mean to scare you." Rachel seemed to snap out of whatever haze she'd been in and looked up at the Latina, her big brown eyes blinking rapidly to clear away the tears that had formed minutes earlier. "I…"
She shook her head and looked away. "It's fine, Santana, really. I don't know what came over me." She turned her head back to the taller brunette and offered her a smile, that didn't come near to reaching her eyes. "Rachel, it's okay for you to be freaked out, you know. You were attacked…" Rachel cut her off, "I wouldn't say attacked. I was merely mugged." Santana shook her head and bit back sarcastically, "Yeah, because that's something everyone go through every day." She grabbed Rachel's right hand and held it in a firm hold, "Look, I don't really do… talks, or whatever. And if you ever tell anyone I told you this, I'll deny it, but… I'm here, if you want to, like, talk or something. Or, if you need like, a shoulder to cry on, I'm here. Just make sure you won't get your snot all over my shirt or anything." The Latina smiled as a giggle bubbled through the diva's throat.
"Hey, you know what I just noticed?" Rachel asked, a small smile tugging on her lips.
"What's that?" deciding to play along, Santana sat back more firmly against the couch.
"You called me Rachel."
They were both quiet for a few minutes before Santana nudged the diva's shoulder playfully. "Whatever. It's not like you have any witnesses to that!" Rachel turned her head around to smile at Santana. "Yeah, you're right. It's not like anyone would believe me if I told them so either." They shared another smile before Rachel turned the on the TV that was standing in front of the couch.
"You can leave if you want to. I'm not expecting you to stay here any longer than you need to." She said absentmindedly as she flipped through the channels. Santana, who'd been lost in thought, only shook her head even though the diva couldn't see her. "Nah, it's not like I had any real plans tonight anyways. I'll just stay for a while, if that's okay." Rachel once again turned around and looked the Latina. She nodded and locked her brown eyes on dark brown ones, "Thank you, by the way. For helping me today, and for calming me down." She gave the Latina a small smile before she mimicked the other girl and settled back firmly against the couch.
They sat there watching some movie that was playing, neither saying a word to each other. A little more than halfway through the movie, the diva fell asleep, her head resting snuggly against the side of Santana's shoulder. During any other circumstance, she'd most likely physically push the other girl away and snap out some mean comment about getting drool on her shirt, but as she sat there and stared down at the girl - at the peaceful face she'd never seen the diva wear before - all she could do was wrap an arm around her, as she carefully laid her own head down against brown locks and closed her eyes.