Prompt: I ask not for a lighter burden, but for broader shoulders. (Rachel/Santana)
"I ask not for a lighter burden, but for broader shoulders."
Santana wiped at her eyes quickly, scoffing. The steps leading up to the front doors of the school were cold and her ass was freezing. As if that weren't bad enough, now she had Rachel fucking Berry flitting around to piss her off.
"It's a Jewish proverb," Rachel continued quietly, sitting down next to Santana.
"I don't care," Santana said immediately, pulling her legs up closer to her body. It was cold and it would probably start snowing soon, which was just her luck. Like everything else didn't suck, she was going to end up walking home in the damn snow.
"Horrible things happen, Santana," Rachel continued, shifting closer to her. "And we can't change them or take them back -"
"No, seriously, I don't fucking care," Santana said. And it was true — she really didn't care. Ever since the accident -
No.
She wasn't going to think about that and she definitely wasn't going to talk to Rachel Berry about it. "Go bother someone else," she scowled.
"I'm not going to do that," Rachel said. She moved the last inch until she was sitting next to Santana, their knees brushing and their elbows bumping. "You need broader shoulders to get through this and in the meantime, I'm going to lend you mine."
"Fuck off," Santana cried, her voice cracking. "I don't need them."
"They're going to be here anyway."