Day Two - Living Together
"Rachel, where the hell is my goddamn keys?" Santana bellowed from behind the door, affectively grabbing Rachel's attention almost immediately. Rachel rolled her eyes; it wasn't the first time Santana had lost a few of her stuff since they lived together.
Santana was going on a trip to Los Angeles to visit her girlfriend, Brittany. And just because Santana's stubbornness is almost as big as Mercedes' love for tater tots, the Latina refuses to take the bus or the train to LA, stating that she pretty much prefer to drive alone.
"Where was the last place you put it?" Rachel questioned and came out of her room, eyes catching on a certain Latina walking around and searching everywhere in their tiny apartment. "Try to remember," she offered, making Santana stop dead in her tracks before walking towards the petite girl, invading her personal space.
Santana put both of her hands on Rachel's shoulders with a hard glare and spat out, "You think I didn't try to remember?" She saw Rachel visibly tensed and flinched in fear as she mentally cursed herself for being so harsh and cold, just like in her old HBIC days – it wasn't Rachel's fault that she lost her goddamn keys!
"I-I'm … sorry, Rach. I…I just need to find it," she apologized, bowing her head down in shame with her hands still on the other brunette's shoulders.
Rachel gently took Santana's chin with her two fingers before pushing it up, meeting Santana's gaze with eyes full of concern. "Hey, that's okay. We'll find it together,"
There was a long pause as a pair of brown orbs suddenly flickered down on one's plump lips before Santana suddenly cleared her throat awkwardly. "I'm going to be late,"
"Oh," Rachel frowned at the unfamiliar feeling in her stomach. "I'll check in the bedroom while you check in the living room and the kitchen, okay?" Rachel smiled when she saw Santana nodding in agreement, she pulled back and patted Santana's cheek, making the said girl smile as she walked towards Santana's bedroom.
Rachel closed the door gently and took a deep shaky breath. What the fuck was that, Rachel?
She cannot believe that she had been staring at Santana's lips! Also, she can't believe that she just cursed – goodness, Santana's must be really rubbing off of her, and not in the way that she would prefer. But back on the main topic, she cannot be attracted to Santana, no she can't! True that Rachel certain that she's bisexual as she finds both genders quite attractive and charming in their own way but she cannot be attracted to Santana. Besides, the Latina's already taken.
Guess this would be another conversation on Skype with Kurt and Quinn.
. . .
"Rachel!"
Rachel looked out from her open bedroom door. "Yes, Santana?"
"Where the fucking fuck is my goddamn book?" the Latina growled, almost throwing the stack of magazines from the coffee table around. "I can't find it," she held up her hands in frustration.
Rachel almost rolled her eyes. The last week, the said Latina had lost her keys to her automobile and the two brunettes were keen to search the whole apartment when the keys had only been in the Latina's back pocket. Rachel's certain that if she didn't accidentally pushed Santana on the ground, causing the Latina to fall down flat on her butt, they wouldn't probably find it until the next day.
"Which book, San?" she walked out of her room, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned on the kitchen counter.
"My Fifty Shades of Grey book, of course! What else?" Santana gave Rachel a 'duhh' look before scrambling off to the book shelf near the TV and started to search over there.
Grimacing, Rachel tried to look anywhere but at the hips that were apparently swaying more than usual. "You do know that that is a porn book?"
Santana stopped searching and straightened her back before giving Rachel a look that said 'Are-you-fucking-serious' mixed a little with 'I-cannot-believe-this'. And frankly, Rachel doesn't blame her; it wasn't Santana's fault that she just doesn't read those types of books.
"Yes, Sherlock. I do know that Fifty Shades of Grey and its trilogy are porn books. Anything else you want to tell me? Like, how the man who discovered gravity was actually Isaac Newton?" Santana deadpanned with a glare on her face, causing Rachel to huff in annoyance although she was used to this snarky side of Santana Lopez.
"Well, Santana," Rachel spoke out with her 'what-the-fuck-ever' voice. "Don't you remember the time when Quinn visited? And how she was extremely stressed and you suggested that she needed to 'chill out' and get laid?"
Santana made an affirmation noise.
Taking that as a chance to continue, Rachel said, "And you must remember that she promptly refused the offer and said that she doesn't need a one night stand to complicate her life, am I correct?"
Again, Santana made an affirmation noise at the back of her throat.
"So….," she trailed off, giving Santana the chance to figure it out.
The Latina growled. "AY DIOS MIO! The book was with Quinn the whole time, holy shit. How could have I forgot?" Rachel only looked at the apparently, raging Latina pacing in front of the TV.
Suddenly, the Latina stopped and scoffed at the smirk on Rachel's face. "Fuck you for being a smartass," she walked past the tiny brunette and slapped her ass. Hard.
. . .
"Rachel!"
Rachel sighed loudly and closed the door of the apartment. "May I help you, Santana?"
Santana growled almost menacingly. "The damn TV remote is fucking gone!"
Rachel could only throw an incredulous look towards the Latina. "Really, Santana? Really?"
It's been a few weeks after Santana's awful breakup with Brittany and for some reason unknown, neither Santana nor Brittany would like to explain why they broke up into further explanations. They both remained silent and even Quinn doesn't know! Or maybe she does, Rachel's not quite sure. Either way, the Latina has been crankier than usual and more snarky towards her.
"What?" the taller brunette shrugged innocently. "I needs mah TVs' an' I needs it nows,"
The tiny diva ran a hand through her brown locks before collapsing on the couch where Santana was seated, almost immediately. She propped up her legs and brought them onto the other girl's lap. Santana glared hardly at Rachel but she seemed to be oblivious to it, or was doing her best to ignore the Latina.
"C'mon, Rach, we have to find it!" Santana stood up abruptly, pushing off Rachel's feet off her lap. "I'm missing my Skins marathon! And there's nothing better than Kaya Scodelario!"
Rachel literally rolled her eyes – Santana's been obsessed with Kaya Scodelario since the newest episode of True Love came out and we all know that Santana Lopez has a thing for British accents and the fact that Kaya's acting is tremendous and her beautiful blue eyes was just a bonus.
"Fine," Rachel grumbled, standing up as Santana started to push the cushions off the couch. "Have you tried looking for the remote near the TV?" And for the third time in the day, Santana threw Rachel yet another hard glare, the one that says 'Are-you-fucking-dumb'.
Santana continued her search. "I have, Rachel. Do you really think that I'm that dumb?"
"Hey, just trying to help,"
"Oh yeah? How about you come and help by searching for the remote, Smart Berry?"
Rachel only rolled her eyes, flipping her middle finger towards Santana. "You can't tell me what to do,"
Goodness, Santana must be really rubbing off on me. She watched as Santana's face morphed into an expression of shock and surprise. "Uh….okay, Rachel," she blinked rapidly as she tried to process that Rachel 'Classy' Berry had just flipping cursed!
Plastering a smirk on her face, the tiny brunette crossed her arms once her eyes caught on something. "Uh, Santana, where's your phone?"
"In my back pocket," she gave Rachel a curious look. "Why?"
"I just think that you should always check the back pockets of your jeans since almost everything somehow disappears in there," Rachel winked before tottering towards her bedroom. She distinctly heard the Latina yelling in joy and cursing rapidly in Spanish. Rachel chuckled because Santana could be really blur at times and occasionally forgets about the littlest things like how the remote control was in her back jean pockets.
Not that she was checking out Santana's ass. No, that wasn't the case at all.
. . .
"Rachel!"
Instinctively, Rachel called out back, "Yes?"
"Come here!" was all the reply that she received. And she already knows that Santana is searching for something that she had somehow lost it … again. To be quite frank, Rachel's getting tired of Santana losing her things all over the apartment. Come on, the apartment isn't even that big.
"I lost it! I lost it! I lost it I lost it I lost it I lost it I lost it," the Latina chanted, breathing in and out irregular breaths.
Rachel furrowed her eyebrows as she arrived at the kitchen, taking in Santana sitting on the stool at the kitchen bar. "Lost what?"
"I lost it!" Santana all but shrieked with her hands up in the air in exasperation.
"Lost what?" Rachel tried asking again.
"I can't believe I lost it," Santana cried, her head in her hands. "I fucking lost it,"
Growling in frustration, Rachel went straight up to Santana and asked in an eerily calm voice, "What did you lose?" She looked straight into Santana's eyes and was shocked to see the amount of love and care in it. She placed her hands onto her cheeks and softly massaged them.
Santana sighed loudly, tears were almost forming in her eyes. "I lost it,"
"Lost what?" Rachel spoke softly, hands caressing the other girl's cheeks. "Tell me,"
The taller brunette said nothing but instead, after a long pause that felt like a lifetime, she finally had the courage to do something she had wanted for a very, very long time. Santana slowly looked up at Rachel and carefully lean in. She could feel Rachel's warm breath on her cheeks, her lips were tingling with anticipation. She heard Rachel suck in a breath and just because she doesn't want to lose the moment, she went straight in. Lips met with lips and Santana wasn't even surprised at how a good kisser Rachel was. The kiss was sweet and soft, like the type in those romantic movies where it'll make your knees go weak.
When the need for air became a problem, Santana pulled back. "My heart,"
"Pardon?" Rachel inquired, temporarily breaking the frozen and daze state she was in.
The Latina repeated, "I lost my heart,"
"Where?" Rachel assumed that Santana was only joking and decided to play along.
Santana sucked in a breath, her lips meeting Rachel's once more. "To you,"