A/N: This is a little two shot piece I did for my favorite person in the world. CrimsonRoach. I hope you enjoy this Boo.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
Song: Iris by Goo Goo dolls
The study lamp light was on while the woman behind it looked over documents her boss had given her for her next case. It had been a few hours since she got home and there were no signs of stopping. Not until the little five year old boy ran into the study, his feet making a padding sound from the carpet.
"Mama," he said in his cute boy voice. The lawyer looked down at him over her reading glasses and smiled at how cute he looked in his little two piece dinosaur PJ's.
"Yes little man?"
"Will you tell me a story, mommy said she need the...ther..." he scrunched his nose in that cute little way that reminded her of her wife.
"Therapy?"
"Yeah, she needed that so she went to take a bubble bath,"
The lawyer just smiled and removed her reading glasses before getting up and scooping the little boy into her arms.
"Okay baby, what do you wanna hear?" she asked with a grin, tickling his stomach as she made her way to his room. He gave out little giggles and squirmed in tanned arms, his eyes squeezed shut. He was adorable for a five year old, short soft black hair, dark brown eyes, tan skin and a face that could break heart in the near future.
"I want..." he paused, tapping his chin as if to think then snuggled into his mama's chest, "...Iris and Hope,"
The black haired woman just smiled sweetly at her son, feeling her heart swell at how much he loved that story. Getting under the covers with him and pulling his lithe body into her own.
"It all starts back in their college days, because believe it or not, Iris and Hope were never friends in high school, but that was only because Hope was a coward..."
Santana didn't want to do it, she hated herself for even thinking about it but if it all came down to it, she would rather be in this situation then stay with Lady Face Kurt and his boyfriend. She's a lesbian so two guys wasn't her thing, not that she's homophobe she just doesn't want to live with two guys who have daily hard core sex. She shuttered at the thought alone.
Giving a deep sigh, she lifted her fist and knocked on the brown door infront of her. Waiting a beat she heard the familiar soft voice, "Hold on," say. Why was her heart pounding in her chest, why was she shaking? She didn't have the chance to keep questioning herself as the door flew open to reveal a freshly showered Rachel Berry, a surprised smile on her plump lips.
"Santana, what do I owe this pleasent visit?"
"The pleasures all mine Berry," the latina smirked. Rachel just tilted her head alittle bit and stared at the taller girl.
"Um," clearing her throat, Santana let out a deep sigh, "I have a favor to ask of you,"
"You, Santana Lopez needs a favor from me, Rachel Berry?" a cute little hand went to her chest in that dramatic way that had the latina girl rolling her eyes, sort of regretting her reason for being here.
"You know what, this is stupid, I'll just go ask Lady Face,"
"I'm kidding Tana," that hand grasped her wrist and stopped her from leaving.
Santana swallowed thickly, fixing the shorter girl with a straight faced look, "It took me a whole week in Louisville to realise that I do not belong there, so I took the money I earned from that job I had in the summer and came here, now all I have is the check my mother gave me and my clothes,"
She held up her hand to stop Rachel from speaking, she needed to get this out. Rachel sighed and crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow slowly.
"I want to know if you still need a roommate, and if so I was wondering if I could...be...your roomie?" she whispered the last few parts. Rachel just gave a small grunt before turning and walking back into the apartment. Santana just stood there, eyebrows furrowed and stomach twisting in fear. She watched Rachel sit on the wrap around couch, wondering what she was up to.
"Last time I checked, the hallway wasn't included as part of our living space, I'm sure people might think you're some hobo if you keep standing there," said the diva, eyes on the tv. Santana couldn't help the eyeroll she gave and the hidden smile she sported as she grabbed both her duffle bags and threw them into the apartment before grabbing her two big suit cases and walking in.
(And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow)
After Rachel helped her get settled in, they sat down for dinner, compliments from Santana herself.
"So rent is 250 each, if you want something to eat that I don't have then you'll have to buy it yourself or tell me when I go do my monthly shopping trip," explained Rachel, "Laundry day is every Sunday, we have our own washer and dryer here but if you want your clothes washed separately then let me know before hand so I don't accidently mix ours together,"
Santana gave a nod every now and then to show she was listening.
"I have classes Monday through Friday from 9 to 4, the weekends are my lazy days unless I have any auditions," Rachel took a drink of her water, "I work at the bar across the street every night from 8 to 12,"
"Do they need a bartender, I'm looking for a job," Santana said with a wave of her fork.
"I can ask Tobi tonight,"
"Sounds good,"
Rachel took a bite of her salad, thinking to see if she missed anything.
"I think that's about it," she nodded.
"Aye aye Cap," Santana saluted. Rachel just rolled her eyes and stood with her dirty dishes.
"I'm going to work, don't wait up for me,"
"In your dreams Berry,"
The diva gave a small smile before dissappearing into her room.
(You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now)
It's been a whole month since Santana moved in with her and she was actually suprised that they hadn't killed each other yet. To her surprise, Santana was actually a clean and respectful rommate, if she ever dirtied anything she would clean it, if she needed to use something of Rachel's she would ask. Unlike her old roommate, who took whatever she wanted and left the old dorm room a mess. The one thing that she worried about was the constant fights the latina would get into when she Skyped with Brittany every other night. It's not that she's worried what will happend to the two, because she doesn't care at all, she just doesn't want Santana to get pissed and take it out on her. Which she's never actually done, she would stay in her room and calm down before coming out.
But tonight seemed different to the diva, she's not sure why. Maybe it's because Santana was crying and shes never done that till way after she thought Rachel had gone to bed but in truth Rachel is a super light sleeper so she's always woken up by loud sobs after every fight. Not tonight, tonight Santana was openly crying and having a screaming match with her girlfriend.
"Just because I live in New York doesn't mean we're not still dating, Brittany I told you we'd always be together no matter were I go!" she shouted, her tears running down her flushed cheeks.
"I know that San but I still have another year of School, there's gonna be new people here, I might forget if i go to a party and drink, you know how I am Santana!" Brittany shouted back. It dawned on the latina once she heard "might forget."
"You cheated on me, didnt you?"
"San, I didn't mean-"
"Oh my fucking god, Britt I can't believe you cheated on me, why?!" shouted Santana as she stood from her chair, hands in her hair.
"I was drunk, Kitty was eyeing me and well, she kind of reminds me of you and you weren't here to help me so I let her do it," the tall blonde said it like it was the simplest thing in the world.
"Kitty? The new fucking head cheerio Kitty?!"
"Yeah, thats the one,"
Santana shook her head and placed a hand over her mouth, trying so hard to keep from blowing up at the blonde and saying something she'd regret.
"I'm so sorry San," said Brittany sadly, she knew she was hurting the latina but she doesn't lie so she wasn't gonna lie to her.
Santana shook her head again, letting her hand slide off her mouth as she looked into blue eyes, "No, I'm sorry,"
"For what?"
"For breaking up with you, i'm sorry but it's over Brittany," her voice broke at many sections but she didn't care.
"San-"
The latina ended the call and shut her laptop, turning from the device and threading her fingers in her hair before letting out a loud, ear piercing scream that had Rachel tremble to the core.
(And all I can taste in this moment
And all I can breath is your life)
A few weeks has gone by and Santana still cries herself to sleep at night. She's not herself around the apartment, barely talking to anyone, she goes to class, comes home, goes to work and goes to bed. She barely eats and that makes Rachel worry.
On one of the Saturdays that Rachel had worked and Santana didnt, the diva came home late and found Santana on the couch, fast asleep. The tank she wore had raised abit and showed off her tan toned stomach while her boy shorts showed off part of her legs from the blanket she hand tangled around her. Her hair was around her face as she had one hand resting on her stomach just alittle below her breasts and the other above her head.
Rachel sat her purse down and quietly walked over to her, kneeling down to admire the sleeping beauty. She raised a hand and combed some of her bangs from her face, causing the latina to breath in deeply and let it out in a shutter, her body shaking as the diva watched a small tear trail down her cheek. Santana let out a whimper as her lip quivered before she was back in a peaceful slumber. It tore Rachel's heart seeing the normally strong girl look so broken and defeated. If there's anything out there that could destory the latina, it was Brittany. With a last look and pulling the cover over her body completely, Rachel dropped a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth before turning the tv off and walking to her room.
(Casue sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight)
A week after that and Santana was sort of back to herself. She came out of her room, dressed in snug blue jeans, a plain white v-neck and a black leather jacket with her ankle high heeled boots. Hair curled and around her shoulders, light make up on and hooped ear rings, she was looking hot.
"Come on diva, I'm not getting any younger!" she shouted, leaning against the counter dividing the kitchen and living room. She grabbed the compact next to her and opened it, checking her lips before pulling out a tube of dark pink lip gloss and swiping the pad over her bottom lip.
"Patients is a virtue Tana,"
Santana rolled her eyes as she recapped the lip gloss and stuffed it in her jacket pocket, placing the compact back into the key bowl.
"Your shifted started an hour ago, money is a virtue,"
She looked over at the hallway and saw Rachel peeking at her from her bedroom, nose scrunched.
"Can's I help you shortie?"
Rachel rolled her eyes and pulled her head back into the room.
Santana wasn't working tonight so she sat in a booth in the back and watched as Rachel performed. If she was gonna be honest then she'd have to say that the diva was amazing on stage, no matter what background it was. She knew Rachel was meant for this and anyone with eyes could see that.
Sipping on her drink she made herself, Santana let her eyes roam around. It's been almost two months since she ended things with Brittany and alomst two months since shes spoken to her. She needs tonight to relax, so she needs a girl to get laid by. That's when her eyes landed on a good looking blonde. Granted she didn't have the looks that Brittany did but she did look decent enough for a nice one night stand.
"Come to auntie Snixx," she said, throwing back her drink before getting up from the booth. She made her way over to the girl and Rachel watched from the stage, heart sinking.
(And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies)
She doesn't even know why if felt like someone was gripping her heart and twisting it, her and Santana were just friends and rommates. So why did it hurt so much when she walked home alone that night. She was a fool thinking she could heal Santana, she was a fool for even thinking of trying.
The next week started off the new month and both, Rachel and Santana's mid-term finals. Rachel decided to drown herself in her books for that week, to keep her mind off a certain latina. When Santana came home the next morning, she didn't say one word to the diva, just went straight to her room and shut her door. Rachel didn't mind, she had laundry to do, she also had to get ready for the new week, so she was pretty busy for the rest of the day.
By the time Thursday came around, Santana was tired of Rachel walking on egg shells around her. She bursted into the shorter girls room, catching her on her bed with a text book in her lap and an end of a pencil between her perfectly white teeth.
"Berry,"
"What Santana?" she didn't even bother to look up from her book as she wrote something down into it.
"Look at me,"
"I'm studying, something you should be doing," mumbled Rachel.
"Don't fuck with me Hobbit," Santana sneered.
"Reduced to name calling now?" still no look.
"Stop being an attention grabbing whore and fucking look at me!"
Rachel's head shot up and her brown eyes burned into the latina's, it actually made her stumble back a bit.
"Why are you avoiding me?" her voice cracked. Rachel had to bite her lip from caving in and rushing to hug the taller girl, she wasn't gonna do it.
"I'm not avoiding you Santana, I've been busy," she said in a plain tone.
"We barely talk anymore, ever since the night I went home with that-oh," she began to realize. Rachel rolled her eyes and went back to her work.
"You were jealous, right?"
"Don't flatter yourself Santana,"
"You are jealous! Oh my god, you got jealous over some random chick because I left with her and didn't come home to you," Santana laughed.
Rachel kept her eyes on her notes, face flushed.
"What, you afraid she's gonna steal your roommate away, you afraid I might move out because I found someone better to room with?"
Rachel scoffed, "Don't be so naive," Santana hadn't figured it all the way out yet.
"I'm just stating a fact," the latina shrugged, crossing her arms.
"You're stating false words, you don't know anything,"
"The hell I don't," Santana scowled.
"Please leave Santana, I need to study and so do you," Rachel sighed, getting up from her bed and walking over to her desk.
"Whatever Berry," was her retort before she walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Leaving Rachel there to tighten her grip on her pencil and let the tears she swore not to shed, fall.
(When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know your alive)
Finals finally came and went, both girls were glad of it too. It meant they had two weeks of break time from school till they had to go back. Rachel didn't want to go back to Lima since her fathers were on some cruise thing. She could go visit Quinn but that meant leave Santana behind, and as mad as she was at the other girl she didn't want to leave her alone.
"I know you're mad at me but I was wondering if you wanted to come with me to see Quinn," she asked, a hand resting on the latian's wooden door. All she heard was something hard hit the door, so with a huff, the diva walked into her own room and slammed the door. Falling on her bed, she grabbed a pillow and screamed into it.
Later that night she decided to call Quinn and ask her for advice.
"How's my favorite future star doing?" the blonde asked with a smile.
"Santana's a bitch," was her greeting, which caught the ex-head cheerio off guard.
"Um, yeah I kinda figured that one out when we had school together,"
Rachel just pouted, resting her chin on her palm.
"Tell me what's wrong Rach," Quinn said softly. The diva sighed and began to explain everything. She made sure to keep it short, she was learning with the help of Quinn to always keep her monologes short.
"Well, you were jealous, nothing to be upset about, Santana was being the jerk about it," shrugged Quinn.
"But Quinn, she doesn't understand why I was jealous, she just assumed it was because I thought she would move out," Rachel sighed, "and that's not the case at all,"
"You like her,"
Rachel nodded, "So much, I kow it's stupid but she makes me feel like a teenager again, when I see her I get these impossiable butterflies and when she cries it breaks my heart, when we brush against each other my body tingles and when I think about her," Rachel just let out a sigh with a goofy smile.
"Rachie, thats called love,"
"What?"
Quinn nodded with a sweet grin.
"You're falling in love with her and you don't even know it,"
"What do I do?"
"Don't fight it, tell her how you feel," Quinn said.
"But what if she-"
"Then she's just as stupid as I thought,"
"Lucy Quinn Fabray, that's not nice,"
"I'm just telling the truth Rach, now stop scolding me and go get your girl,"
Rachel gave her that mega watt smile before saying goodbye and ending the Skype session. She stood from her chair and threw open her door only to find Santana's door wide open. She walked to it and felt her heart dropped, Santana wasn't there.
"Santana?" she asked, looking around the apartment and finding nothing. Her stuff was still here but her jacket and shoes were gone, had she heard what Rachel and Quinn had said, did she run because she was scared?
(And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand)
(When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am)
