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I care about you

"Don't you think she might have an attack or something if she finds us in here?" I say, looking straight ahead. "This could be considered housebreaking".

"Please" Santana responds, settling her hair. "This kind if things happen all the time in Lima Heights Adjacent. Trust me".

I hear de sound of Rachel's voice while she walks down the hallway, the scratchy and exasperating sound of her voice while she comes over here. I keep wondering over and over again how it is possible that I've fallen madly in love for her.

It seems something so stupid: we fought for Finn, both of us, and in the end I have to give in because I realize it wasn't about feelings for him that I felt to continue the struggle.

I never wanted to fight with Rachel; I wanted to fight against Finn. He would, and could, take her away from me for a while, might be the reason why she always came to the choir room smiling and why she always returned after her diva moments.

I snort and stretch my neck, putting on one of my brightest smiles, as always. Some things about being a cheerleader never change.

"I'm still thinking this is not right" I hiss.

"We shall see" she says, smiling.

The door opens and I see her expression of surprise, the same she showed when Finn tried to surprise her with one of those little details that he can also surprise me. Although sometimes he was a little clumsy, he did his best to.

"Oh my God! What are you doing here?"

"Lady Hummel called, begging us to do an emergency intervention" Santana looks at me and I look at her. I also look at Rachel, and her smile and enthusiasm disappears.

"On who?"

"You"

Rachel looks at me and then loos at Santana, with that simple act I can feel my pulse rushing and my hands are shaking, and forget my knees.

«This will me a long night».

"So let me get this straight: you guys came all the way to New York just to talk to me because Kurt called you?"

"We're also here to shop".

"And we're here to apologize to Quinn for slapping her across the face very, very hard".

"In theory" I see her rolling her eyes and I do the same. "We'll just see if that happens" she shakes her head and looks ahead at Rachel. "Rachel, you cannot do a nude scene".

"It's not a nude scene; it's just a topless scene".

The disgusted grimace of Santana makes me cranky. I do want to see Rachel in a topless scene, but a naked scene would be glorious… but this is not for me, or Santana, is for the good of a career that Rachel wants to begin. Whether she have a few awards over her she can do whatever she wants.

I bit my lip as I trace al Rachel's body with my eyes. Yes, she's too small but definitely has a very nice body. It's a shame I never could saw her in the locker room, so I could have a better judgment.

"Same thing" Santana shrugs and doesn't stop doing her grimace. "Topless is as nude anyone is ever gonna want to see you".

"Let's say you do it. Think about the 2-2-2 rule" it's the moment to make her think over it. "In two weeks, how are you gonna feel about the nude scene?"

"You'd probably feel pretty great" Santana says.

"Yeah" she responds.

"You'll get to feel a nice, cool breeze on them skeeter bites. You'll feel refreshed, even" I look down and try to get rid of my lustful thoughts.

"Then, how are you gonna feel about it two months from now?"

She shakes her head and starts to pant; she closes her eyes and tries to link some ideas. «Well, I think we started to make effect in her».

"I don't know. Nervous? Worried it may not even be good?" she alternates her look between Santana and I so many times that I wonder how she doesn't start to feel dizzy.

"Rachel, it's a student film. It's not gonna be good".

"And two years from now?" I keep going with my consideration. "How are you gonna feel about it then?"

Rachel rolls her eyes and I can assure she's about to give up, is a matter of me and Santana to use the right words, but perhaps a bit of 'constructive and honest' insults from Santana could serve for something. I don't want to tempt my luck; I hope being nice could be enough.

"Guilty" Rachel says. "Just… hoping my kids won't ever see it online".

"Oh, they'll see it" I answer.

"Mm-hmm" Santana intervenes. "And they will never be the same".

"Al right, wait. Why am…?" she snorts and tries to defend only looking to Santana. "Why am I even taking advice from you, okay? Didn't you have a sex tape that leaked online?"

"Yes, I did" Santana stays firm. She feels attacked, but knows that she have to be controlled for this. Or I hope she does… "A sex tape that follows me around to this very day. Look at my name up on the Internet right now".

Rachel grabs her phone and types Santana's name. I tilt my head slightly.

Now that I think about it, I never googled my fellow cheerleaders bringing to life 'Two girls, one cat'. It has to be one of my priority researches when I get home. I can't imagine what was going on in Brittany's head to post it in the Internet.

"Santana Lopez" Rachel says, looking at her phone. "Nude, lez, boobies, sex tape, Mexican or Dominican, question mark"

"Booyah. That will exist forever".

"But Santana, some women find it empowering to be naked on film".

Geez, sometimes I forget how stubborn, determined, sometimes stupid, and centered that Rachel can be when she want to achieve something or when she wants to convince someone. Santana and I cannot give up like that, but a part of me wants to see the horrible movie in which she wants to participate.

"Yes, but not in a student film that is probably about someone's grandma with Alzheimer's".

"Look…" I say, finally, although I must admit y was very entertained with their little discussion. "We care about you".

"And for once, Rachel, we actually have your best interests in mind".

"Please don't do it" I say.

She looks at me, then looks at Santana and finally stops staring at the floor. I take a minute to admire the new beauty that New York has given to Rachel. She has more style to dress, a makeup that fits perfect… a hair in which y want to slide my fingers… she shows a confidence and attitude that surely would have been locked in Lima.

"Well, while you think about it, I'll go to the bakery store two blocks from here, they looked pretty good" Santana raises and settles her coat, turns her head and looks at me. "You coming?"

"I…" I look at her and from the corner of my eye I see Rachel sunk in her place but looking at me. I bite my right cheek and sigh. "I think I'll stay, but bring me a couple of donuts".

"Sure, your majesty" she makes a mocking bow and puts a scarf around her neck. "Rachel?"

"I'm fine, thank you".

Without something more said, Santana disappears through the door, closing it behind her. I hear the sound of her boots and how it is muted until I only can hear my breathing.

I look at Rachel, with her head down and looking at some point beyond the horizon. She plays with the tips of her hair and I start to think what to say. As far as I know everything between Finn and her is over, but I think she's dating someone, or will that be another Kurt's tidbit?

"Thank you" she says, so softly I almost listened it.

She looks up and had wet eyes. Without thinking I take de handkerchief that I always keep in my pocket and I approach her. I offer it and she wipe away the tears that starts falling.

"Why?" I kneel in front of her.

"I don't know… I guess now, with what you just said to me, I can make a correct decision" she smiles and I return the gesture, she does it so sincerely that I feel heat in the cheeks.

I get up and hug her, putting her head in my chest. We stay like that for a while, in which I stroke her back and put a kiss in her hair. I hear her sigh and mutter something that this time I couldn't hear.

I release her and kneel again; relief is reflected in her expression. Her smiles is so wide and sincere that I am about to mourn.

"Maybe you don't believe about Santana worry about you…" I bite my lower lip and keep looking at her beautiful brown eyes. "But I do… I care about you…"

"Since when?" she laughs, a nervous laugh combined with her tears.

"From the very first moment I saw you suffering for actions of others against you".

And without thinking I do it, I throw myself to her, uniting our lips in a kiss that I'm she didn't expected. I have to control my impulses a little more. She remains motionless while I close my eyes, letting all the fireworks that explode with the kiss shows up.

She moves and for a second I think she will pull away, but what she does is to push me, without departing from me, until I put my head in the other couch. She places over my lap and she presses again and again her lips against mine.

Her hands slide down and intertwine behind my neck, sighs and the warmth of her breath takes away mine. Neither Finn, or Puck, or even Sam, and I prefer to skip the story of my professor in Yale, have made me feel this way; so special, so unique.

I don't understand how, after all the time we know each other; she doesn't decide to slap me on the face and run away and talk about it with someone, besides that I made housebreaking with Santana. I'm taking advantage from her.

But for the way she keeps pressing her lips against mine, how close she keeps her body from mine, how for every second that we stay together , she achieves that my sanity disappears more and more.

"Where have you been all this time…?" I pant against her lips.

I open my eyes and she looks directly to me, not blinking even once while her smiles widens more and more, so with the blush that adorns her cheeks.

"Running away… from you… running away from what I feel for you".

And now she kisses me, returning the affection that I showed to her so far… in my way.