Understand
This is the story of how Santana and Rachel became friends, and how they found themselves in a school where self-acceptance wasn't an option.
Rachel was once again reading all of her hate mail. She never understood why people who claimed to despise her so much spent time and effort writing an email to tell her how much they despised her. Like the slushie facials weren't indication enough. She had over a hundred new emails just over the week. About forty in her eyes welled up and she closed out her browser. She had enough, she decided she'll get plenty of rejection while she was trying to "make New York her bitch" as Noah would say. She was completely lost in thought of how she wanted to write back hate mail to each and every one of those students telling them that they're were just jealous. They were going to be Lima losers forever while she was going to on to be a star.
She almost spilled her green tea when she jumped hearing the doorbell ring. Walking down the steps she was nervous, it was seven in the morning, on a Saturday. No one else in their right mind would be up at this hour. She was begging it wouldn't be another student harassing her again. Or someone is telling her that her fathers were an abomination for the seventh time this month. Just the thought started making her cry again. She took a breath to calm herself, and swung open the door. She let out a little gasp as she saw the beautiful girl standing in front of her. After the initial shock she remembered her manners. Smiling she said "Hello Santana, what can I do for you this morning?" Santana just rolled her eyes at her cheery voice. "I'm failing chem, I need your help. Schue said you had volunteered your time to get glee's grades up. Which is weird, but whatev—have you been crying?" Rachel wiped her eyes quickly, "Oh, no Just morning puffiness." Flashing a big smile, "Listen man hands, I know what crying looks like, I make people do it all the time, but if you don't want to tell me, its whatever. I just want to get my chem on. I have a thing tonight and I need this done. So, are you helping or can I go back to sleep?" She moved to the side to let her in. "I haven't been crying." She mumbled under her breath.
"So, what do you need the most help with?" She asked as she was getting her books and notes out. Santana looked down, slightly embarrassed that she had to go to treasure trail for help. "Everything, I just don't understand chem at all. Like, it's as foreign to me as you are." Rachel let the comment roll off her shoulder, knowing that she wasn't trying to be rude, she hoped. "Well, it's going to be a long day then."
I realize it's short, but let me know if I should continue.