Finally I'm editing these. I apologize for all of the mistakes that were. I've fixed this to the best of my ability.
Thursday, April 28th
As of today Rachel and I have been officially (and secretly) a couple for three weeks and four days. After I agreed to the "no sex for a month" stipulation, we both agreed that neither one of us were entirely ready to come out to everyone. That isn't to say that we're never going to come out, we just really like our little bubble where no one bugs us. Besides, it isn't as though it's completely a secret. Here's a list of everyone that knows as of right now:
Brittany
Kurt
Mercedes
Blaine
Puck
Yeah, I'm kind of iffy on the last one, too, but so far he's been okay. Actually, Puck and I have gotten closer. We're like, actual friends now. He's a much cooler guy when he isn't trying to get into your pants all of the time. And he's only suggested a threesome once. I promptly kicked him in the shin.
Wheezy knows because Rachel let it slip out during one of her "girls' night sleepovers" with Mercedes and Kurt. Mercedes is cool though. If I'm not mistaken, she was the first person Kurt came out to at McKinley and it isn't like she went around screaming it through the halls.
Blaine's okay because A) He's family and B) He doesn't even go here.
I do think that other people are starting to get a little suspicious, though. Mostly the other kids in Glee. It makes sense, I have completely changed the way I treat Rachel in public. For starters, I always acknowledge her. The insults have also completely ceased. Usually, okay, every time I see her, a smile appears on my face. Mostly people just think we've developed a friendship since working on our duet together. That's fine; it'll make telling them all the truth that much easier later on.
Hmmm... what else is there? Oh yeah! I haven't had sex in four weeks! No lie, this is the longest I've gone without sex since I lost my virginity. Granted most of it wasn't that good, but still, it was sexual activity. Let's just say, I've become more acquainted with myself in these past few weeks than ever before. It's Rachel's fault! Sometimes, I wish I still despised those little school girl skirts she wears. Now all I want to do when I see her in one is drag her into the nearest closet and fuck her senseless. I swear that she hikes them up higher and higher every day. Now I know exactly how all of the boys feel when they see the Cheerios.
Despite my current spell of sexual frustration though, it's been totally worth it. Rachel and I have been hanging out a lot and I like her more and more every day. I've even spent some time with her and her dads! We played Monopoly. I really should have been prepared for how competitive Rachel would be. She's also a really sore loser. The game took us three hours to finish (which isn't actually that long for Monopoly) and I totally won. I didn't even rub it in her face, but she was still so angry she didn't win that she stormed off to her room when the game was over. It was super childish, but she's so hot when she's mad that it didn't even matter.
Rachel really wants to meet my parents, but that's easier said than done. Don't get me wrong, I want them to meet, it's just difficult to get my parents home. And then there's the whole Mom thing.
Anyways, long story short, Rachel and I are great. I'm happy. We're happy. I'm even starting to like musicals. And I only kind of wish that May 3rd would get here sooner.
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I make the long trek to the choir room and when I get there I spot an empty seat in the front row between Rachel and my bestest best friend, Brittany. Best. Glee. Rehearsal. Ever. I'm pretty sure Mr. Schue is going to give us an assignment today. He gave us Monday through Wednesday off and usually when he does that, it's because he has an assignment he wants us to work on over the weekend. What on Earth could it be?
"So, every one I hope you enjoyed the little break I gave you. I'm hoping that you'll all work extra hard on this assignment that I have for you. Now, none of you are going to be performing this week because I want you guys to connect over the weekend," Mr. Schue says and then turns towards the white board.
"I knew it," I murmur under my breath and as if they're in cahoots, Rachel and Brittany smack my arms. All I can do is look at both of them with my "What the fuck?" look.
Now at the whiteboard, Mr Schue writes "One Hit Wonders" on the board. As per usual, Frankenteen is the first to pipe in, "I don't get it. Why do we need all weekend for this assignment?"
"Ahhh, I'm glad that you asked that question, Finn. Along with finding a great 'One Hit Wonder,' you are also going to add choreography."
Groans and grumbles come from everywhere. I am dying with laughter. I feel like I'm the only person who noticed how Mr. Schuester said that. He totally just made a dig at Finn and I am in heaven! Once again: Best. Glee. Rehearsal. Ever.
"Now, now. I know that not every one is great at choreography like Brittany and Mike. But I'm not asking for anything elaborate. I just want you all to move a little more while you sing."
On my left, Brittany is beaming and on my right Rachel is looking rather perplexed. Behind me, Puck is going, "Pssst... Santana... Hey!"
I turn around to find out what he wants and he says, "Work with me on this! I have a great idea! Trust me."
I turn to look at Rachel and she's discussing things with Kurt and then Brittany who is making plans with Tina, "Okay, Puckerman, whatcha got?"
"'Come On, Eileen.' There's a really cool Ska cover of it that would be really awesome to come up with dance moves for."
"That actually sounds like a really great idea. Who's the band?"
"Save Ferris."
"Like, in the movie?"
"Yeah, but it's the name of the band."
"No shit."
"Sorry, that was pretty dumb."
Suddenly, we hear Mr. Schue, "Okay guys! It sounds like you've all got some great stuff up your sleeves. I'm giving you all tomorrow off but I'm still expecting great things! Some of you I'll see in class tomorrow and the rest of you: see you Monday.
YES! See you Monday, Mr. Schue! I'm not in Spanish. I'd rather be trilingual than a cheater.
"So, you're going to work with Kurt?" I ask Rachel as we walk towards her car, "What are you guys going to do?"
"We don't really know yet. We're going to do some research and then meet up tomorrow after school."
"Oh, cool," I say as I step into her car.
"We can hang out after. It shouldn't take us very long."
"Oh, Rach, it's okay. You can take as long you guys need. The assignment's important. Besides, I think Puck and I might meet up after school."
"You're working with Noah?" she asked kind of hesitantly.
"Yeah, he has a really great idea for a song to do!"
"Oh, I guess that's cool."
What's that supposed to mean? "Hey, Rach, are you okay?"
"Oh, yeah, of course I am. I'm just a little worried about this assignment."
No she isn't. She's totally lying. But then again, if she isn't lying then I'd be asking too many unnecessary questions. Then she might get angry. As sexy as Rachel is when she's angry, I don't really want her to be angry at me, "Babe, you know you're going to be fine. You and Kurt are going to pick some kick ass song and come up with some crazy Broadway dance moves complete with Fosse arms and Agnes de Mille turns," I. Am. Adorable.
"How is it that you always find the right thing to say?" Rachel says just after pulling up in front of my house.
I shrug my shoulders then lean over to her side of the car and kiss her. I guess she wasn't lying. She let the tip of her tongue slide across my bottom and I let a hum escape into her lips. When our lips part Rachel says, "We should probably get out of the car now. I think one of your parents is home."
I look up from Rachel's gaze at my driveway. Both my car and my father's car are parked there. I wish this definitely meant that he is the one who's home. Since there's never really a rhyme or reason to how the cars wind up parked, my parents end up taking whichever is parked nearest to the end of the driveway.
"It's okay if you don't want me to come in," Rachel says with that slightly hurt tone that kills me.
"No," I say confidently, "I want you to come in. You said you wanted to meet my parents. Are you ready?" She nods and then we both get out of the car.
Usually when we walk up to my house, we hold hands; not today. There's a fifty percent chance that my mother is in the house and I am still not ready for that. Before I open the door I turn to Rachel and whisper, "If my Mom is here, I'm going to introduce you as my friend. Please don't be mad at me."
"I know San, it's okay."
"You're the best," I say and squeeze her hand. I turn the knob of the unlocked door and start speaking loudly, "Hola! ¿Mamá? ¿Papá? ¿Estás acquí?"
I look at Rachel for a moment and then we hear, "¡Hola, mija! Estoy en la cocina."
I didn't even realize I was holding my breath until I heard my father's voice. I let the gigantic boulder fall of my shoulders and grab Rachel's hand, "Come on!"
"¡Hola, Papá!" I say as I hug him.
"Hola, mija," he says and then kisses my forehead, "And who is this lovely young lady?"
"Papá, this is Rachel," I say through an uncontrollable smile.
"The Rachel? ¡Ay dios mio! I feel like I am in the presence of la reina! Tana talks about you every chance she gets. I've never seen her happier! I know that you've been wonderful for her."
Rachel's face is almost completely red and I can feel my own cheeks burning. We make eye contact and without speaking she asks me if what he's saying is true. I give her a tiny nod and smile through my embarrassment.
"Well, as much as I'd rather stay here and get to know you through you, I do have to get back to the hospital. It was wonderful to finally meet you Rachel."
"I'm so glad that I finally got to meet you, too Dr. Lopez!"
"Oh, please call me Cris!"
"Okay," Rachel says and then out of nowhere, she jumps to give my Dad a hug. He returns the embrace and just smiles. He really is the best.
"Good night ladies. Don't wait too long to do your homework, mija."
"I will, Papá."
"I know. Te amo."
"Te amo, Papá," I say and kiss his cheek.
After he leaves, I can see a question lingering in Rachel's eyes. It's pretty obvious that she has no idea how to ask it. I'm a good guesser though, "You're wondering why his name is Cris?" She breathes out a smile. "He was born in Puerto Rico and his name is actually Cristóbal. But in America that makes it sound like his name is Crystal Ball and people think it's weird, especially in Lima, Ohio."
"And people in Lima aren't always the most accepting of differences."
"Exactly." After a few seconds of cute eye contact time I grab Rachel's hand and say, "Can it be cuddle time now?"
Rachel gives a fake sigh and says, "I guess so." She gives me a kiss and leads me to my own bedroom.
With the good luck I've been having today, I think there might be a make-out session in my future.
