Santana was frustrated.
Her parents had just thrown her out of the house again because they got a look at their credit card bill and all the money she spent on a necklace from Jared that she doesn't even wear anymore. It also didn't help that she reeked of alcohol when she got home the day before.
Normally she would just sleep over at Brittany's house but things had been really weird between them lately and Artie was always over there. She didn't think she could deal with being around them all the time.
Santana sighed as she flipped through the newspaper she found on the bench next to her. She had been walking around town and decided to go to the park because there wouldn't be any people there to stare at her and her duffel bag this early in the morning.
Santana heard footsteps and heavy breathing coming from her left but she didn't bother to look up until the footsteps slowed to a stop in front of her. She looked up to see Rachel Berry standing there and staring at her in her ridiculous workout clothes.
"Santana?"
"What do you want Rachel?"
"What are you doing here?" she could barely speak because of her panting, "why do you have a duffel bag with you?"
"I don't think thats any of your busine-" before Santana could even finish her sentence Rachel was already sitting next to her on the bench and staring at her intently. She sighed, "My parents kicked me out of the house."
Rachel continued to stare at her and tilted her head to the side questioningly. Santana shifted uncomfortably and looked back down at her newspaper, holding it up to cover her face and hoping it would give Rachel the hint to go away.
"What are you looking for in the newspaper?"
Santana mumbled something and continued to flip through the pages. Rachel leaned closer and looked over her shoulder.
Santana stiffened when she felt Rachel pressed up against her shoulder. She expected her to smell gross and sweaty but she smelled really fruity and nice. She didn't give herself time to enjoy the smell and pushed Rachel off of her. "I'm looking for apartments Berry. I can't just live on the street you know."
"You do realize that you're not 18 and therefore cannot live by yourself right?"
Santana sighed before crumpling up the newspaper and throwing it away, "I couldn't afford it anyways."
Rachel gave her a sympathetic look before looking away and staring at the floor. She had a conflicted look on her face as if she was having some sort of inner battle. She finally looked up and gave her a sort of strained smile as if she was dreading the words that were about to leave her mouth. "Well, it would be rude not to offer my guest room to you. I'm sure my fathers wouldn't mind having you over until your situation is resolved."
Santana was a little shocked that Rachel would offer her a place to stay and while normally she wouldn't have to think twice before refusing to stay at the Berry household she was desperate. So it didn't really surprise her when she nodded and agreed.