This chapter is rated M for Santana's potty mouth. Be patient, they'll get there.
I don't own Glee. All the mistakes made here are mine, and since Glee unfortunately isn't season 5 will not contain as much hot Pezberry action as I want, so why not make a fanfiction about it? Remember that this is my first fanfiction, so it's probably not the best. But I've come to the conclusion that I love you all, so I'm trying.
Italics = Santana's thoughts.
Bold talk = Text Messages.
Santana's POV:
Out of all people in this school of course Rachel fucking Berry had to be the one to find out that I was gay. This was going to be the most excruciating, torturous, boring summer ever. Just the thought of having to teach that Hello Kitty wannabe how to dress and act in a way that won't make people want to send her back to the bridge she crawled from under is bound to ruin any plans I have this summer. Okay, well I technically don't really have any plans since Brittany left me to be on team Wheels. It's not like I'm even that upset or whatever, I just miss her is all. That's totally normal right? I mean, for the past 3 years, we've been inseparable. It hurts not having my best friend around. Anyway! Back to Streisand Jr. issue at hand. How in the hell am I going to help Rachel learn how to dress like a human? I'm pretty sure that those reindeer sweaters are glued to every single shirt that she owns. Why couldn't she just click those ruby red slippers (that I know damn well she owns) three times and fix her own shit? I'll tell you why! It's because apparently karma has set its evil hollow black eyes on me. But hey! It's my job to maintain the role of the school badass though. And okay, maybe I was the cause of 1, or 2… well, possibly 50 of the slushie facials Berry was on the receiving end of this year, but that's hardly my fault. Coming to school dressed like that is just not acceptable. Either way, after I agreed to Berry's crazy demand (not like I had much of a choice) I gave her my number and told her to text me tomorrow afternoon. It's a Saturday and I don't have plans (Lucky for her) and, if anyone can pimp Berry's wardrobe at this school, I suppose it's me so enough of this crazy mental rant and let me get this unfortunate show on the fucking road.
Low and behold the next day Berry texts me at exactly 12:00pm. She sure as hell took her invitation to text me in the afternoon at literally as possible. (of course)
Santana, I would like to know when exactly our plans will be coming into action, so I'm sending you a text message just as you required of me yesterday. –Rachel Barbara Berry
The Latina sighed and rolled her eyes at the formality of the brunette's text message, then responded with a quick reply.
Be my house in an hour. Need the address?
Santana barely put down her phone a minute after she sent off her text message and the screen lit up with a text message.
Of course I know where you live. I feel as though it is my obligation to know the addresses of all the fellow Glee Club members. After school activities can be quite dangerous, and Mr. Shue is hardly adequate enough by himself to have the knowledge of what to do during an emergency. –R
Wow. Just shut up and be here in an hour –S
Alright, Santana. –R
Exactly one hour later, Rachel showed up at Santana's right on cue. The Latina didn't even bother to get changed out of her sleepwear. She grudgingly stood up and walked over to her door, ran her fingers through her hair, tightened the pull strings on her sweats; and fixed her black tank top in the mirror beside her front door.
What the hell am I doing? This is just Rachel fucking Berry here, why the hell do I need to even attempt to look presentable right now?
The Latina shook her head trying to clear her thoughts as she answered the door to a very casually dressed Rachel. The smaller girl was wearing blue skinny jeans, a black fitted t-shirt and… Sneakers? She assumed that Rachel wouldn't own any other type of shoes but of course ballet shoes, and a probably a pair of black shoes with a gold buckle like the Leprechaun she is.
The smaller brunette crossed her arms over her chest subconsciously, and looked away from the judgmental gaze of the Latina.
"Santana, are you going to let me in or are you just going to look at me?"
Santana stood for a second and placed her forefinger against her chin and looked up as if she were deep in thought.
"I don't know if I should let you in. You see, I was expecting this girl from my school that needed my help with her heinous wardrobe. The girl I'm waiting for would never wear something that looked that good."
She emphasized her words by gesturing up and down the length of the divas body.
"You see, I'm not accustomed to letting strangers in my house."
The Latina eyed Rachel up and down for a bit longer, not pleasantly happy with the attraction she was feeling towards the girl standing in front of her, but quickly forced the thoughts to the back of her mind.
"Why the fuck do you not dress like this at school Berry?!"
The brunette looked up at the Latina as if she had just finished speaking to her in an entirely different language.
"Well, at school I'm usually slushied as soon as I walk in the building, so why would I even bother wearing nice clothes every day? I thought coming here and receiving help from one of the most popular girls in school would be what fixes that problem." the brunette stated with a high amount of hurt while looking at everything but the Latina standing in front of her.
Santana turned her head towards Rachel feeling a slight pang on guilt. She was completely aware of the amount of slushies she's thrown and had thrown in Rachel's direction which she did because, well Rachel annoyed her of course, but also because she was once upon a time following behind Quinn's obvious dislike for the girl which the Latina never bothered to ask the head cheerleader about. The slushies stopped towards the middle of the year once Santana developed a closer bond to everyone in Glee Club, and decided maybe it was time for her to be just a bit nicer to everyone.
"A-anyway, stop standing at my doorstep like a creeper and come in before my neighbors call animal control or Myth Busters."
"Do your insults ever stop or is there some kind of generator that's permanently embedded into your brain?"
"Oh! Is that sass that I'm detecting? Berry has comebacks huh? I haven't even begun the transformation and you're already learning. That one made Auntie Tana proud." The Latina deadpanned as she stepped aside and opened her door for Rachel to walk in, and as soon as the brunette was inside, she closed it behind them.
As soon as Rachel walked in she immediately began looking around, shocked by the size of the Latina's house.
"So this is where Santana, from 'Lima Heights Adjacent' lives? This is hardly what I would call a bad neighborhood. This house is beautiful!"
The Latina shrugged and followed behind the brunette as she gave herself a tour of Santana's house.
"Yea, well if I told people from school where I actually lived, they would assume that I'm not as badass as my reputation perceives me to be."
Rachel nodded and found her way to the living room and sat gingerly on the sofa in front of the television, which she was positive had to be almost as large as the screens at the one and only Lima, Ohio Movie Theater.
"Santana, all I could think about after school yesterday was the situation that I've put you in, and I know how the things you're going though right now are certainly very difficult for you without me adding my own personal problems to it."
The brunette looked down at her hands currently fiddling with the hem of her shirt
"I just wanted to inform you that you don't have to help me if you don't want to. I wouldn't have outed you even if you decided before that you didn't want to help, so I shouldn't have even led you to believe I would even consider doing such a thing. My dad's were outed by a "friend" of theirs and I know how difficult it was for them here and well—"
She stopped what she was saying when the Latina sat directly beside her.
After a moment of staring had to look away, never being under such an intense gaze from anyone. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, she was just about to stand up but froze once she felt the Latina stand and pull her up off the couch and wrap her arms around the diva's waist pulling her into a tight hug which after her initial shock she returned.
Hearing that someone would keep my secret without actually wanting something in return was a bit shocking. Not just the fact the someone is Rachel Berry, but it's the fact that I haven't been very nice to her and she still expects nothing in return from me. But if she tells a soul that I (Santana Lopez) actually hugged her, I would of course deny it. I can't walk around having everyone at that hell hole of a school assuming I'm a softie. I would have never taken Berry for such a good hugger. I don't often hug anyone anymore since my parents are hardly around. My dad, Dr. Lopez is always telling me how his patients are just as important as his family, then mommy dearest a.k.a Maribel Lopez; attorney at Law, decided that she was going to spend the summer in L.A for a big case that she's been working on. I haven't seen her in almost a month, and she "technically" just left 2 days ago.
Santana quickly pulled after the thought of how absent her parents have been recently sprang to her mind. Trying not to show the smaller diva in front of her she was hurting, she turned away and sighed.
"I know I don't have to help you Berry, and thanks for telling me that, I guess. Either way, I said I was going to help you, and that's exactly what I intend on doing."
The brunette grabbed on to the Latinas arm and turned her towards her so they were face to face and could make eye contact as she made her next statement.
"Thank you Santana, I highly appreciate that you're still willing to help me achieve my desire for becoming more popular during this last year of my high school experience. I'm sure I would have eventually figured out a way to increase my popularity before the end of the school year, but with your help my goal is just that much closer to happening. It really is enthralling."
Santana chuckled at the brunettes speech as she turned to walk up the stairs
"Lesson one Berry: Never, and I mean never, talk that much to anyone at school. I seriously just considered throwing you out of the window halfway through that speech"
"And just like that, the sweet Santana from a moment ago is gone."
"Oh Berry, the only sweet thing about me you wouldn't be the least bit interested in. I mean, you did say you're not interested in women right?"
The crimson blush that crept up on Rachel's face didn't go unnoticed by Santana in the least. That could be something to look into over the summer.
"S-Santana, your sexual innuendos are highly inappropriate and very highly unnecessary. I am in fact not interested in women, I-I did say so previously didn't I?" Rachel looked away as her blush turned into an even darker shade of red as she walked past Santana up the stairs. "At any rate, shouldn't we be in your room since I am here about my wardrobe."
"Whoa there Stutters Lite, If you wanted to be in my room so bad, you could have just asked." she stated as she strutted up the stairs nudging the smaller girl with her shoulder.
"You're incorrigible Santana. Just, show me to your room!" the brunette huffed.
The Latina laughed as she walked forward down the hallway, and opened her bedroom to her door motioning of the diva to enter.
This is summer just might not be as bad as I thought it would be. Who had any idea that Rachel fucking Berry could be kinda… Cool to be around.