A/N: I am not a writer at all. I really don't like writing because I think I suck, but this came to my head so I posted it here. So with that being said I know it might have errors but just bare with me. So please send some feedback. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, cuz if I did the show wouldn't be what it is now.
Brody steps into the living, towel wrapped just below his waist. Soaked feet slapping against the hardwood floor and water droplets falling off his body. "Rache, are you ready for bed?" he asks with a smirk, completely oblivious to Rachel's state.
Rachel releases a small whimper, shaking her head a little. Santana felt so sorry for the girl. She looked so small and broken. Santana bends down whispering into Rachel's ear. "Come on Rache." She says before sitting back up.
The raven-haired woman slowly raises up from the couch pulling the brunette up with her. Rachel clutches Santana's waist tighter, closer. Her head buried in the taller girl's side. Needing Santana to be as close as possible.
Brody watches, wondering why he's being ignored. "Um..Rachel?" He questions as the two women begin to walk off toward Santana's bedroom.
"Rachel" He calls a little louder trying to get her attention.
Santana turned quickly her eyes like daggers. "No. She's coming with me."
Brody couldn't say anymore before he heard the slamming of the door and the locked being turned. "Pshh whatever" He shook his head; making his way to his own room.
Santana turns back to Rachel who is now sitting on the edge of the bed; head lowered. Rachel sniffled a few times, wiping away a tear that had fallen down her cheek. Santana stood by the door not sure of what to do or how to feel. She had never been in this type of situation before. When Quinn was pregnant and going through her problems, they really weren't close. She lowered her won head and began to play with the hem of her shirt.
"Please" It was just above a whisper but Santana heard it.
"Ca—can you just—can you just hold me? Please?" Rachel's voice cracked, eyes burning with fresh tears.
She lifted her face, eyes bloodshot red. She searched Santana's face, looking for some type of response; hopefully not a bad one.
"Um—uh" Santana really didn't know what to say. Did Rachel just ask her, Santana "mean-as-a-snake" Lopez to hold her? She had never held or cuddled with anybody other than Brittany and you see how all that turned out.
"Uh-sure I think I can do that." The taller woman stepped closer to Rachel, kneeling slightly in front of her "Can I?" she said pointing to Rachel's shoes.
Rachel nodded slightly, wiping more tears from her eyes. Santana pulled the boot off swiftly throwing them off to the side of the room. She maneuvered over doing the same to the other one.
"Get in. I'll be there in a sec." She said pulling the sheets back for Rachel and helping her get comfortable.
Santana walks over to her drawer pulling out a pair of pajamas. She goes over to her nice-sized closet slipping inside and quickly changing. She smooths her hair down before returning back to Rachel. She slips in behind the brunette, shuffling closer to her. Rachel turns so that she's facing Santana. Santana timidly places her arm on Rachel's hip. The smaller woman immediately pulls her closer, hands gripping tightly to the front of Santana's shirt. Santana could feel Rachel's body shake and hear the light whimpers coming from her and she couldn't help but tear up.
"It's okay, I'm here" Santana leans in her nose snuggling closer into Rachel's soft hair. "I'll make sure we're okay."