Oh my God, you guys. The amount of alerts and favorites I got were completely overwhelming, I've never had that many before. I LOVE YOU ALL! -clears throat- Anyway. This is the second chapter! Yay! I'll try to have Chapter 3 up asap, but I can't promise you anything. I start school on Wednesday, and I have 3 AP classes along with Calc, so my writing time will be severely restricted. I'll try and write as much as I can, though. I have two more chapters written that just need to be switched to third person. Anyway, now that my long ass author's note is over...
Disclaimer: Go watch an episode of Glee. Does Mark Salling, at any point in the episode, have a shirt on? Yes? Lol do you really think I'd let that happen if I owned it? No. Oh and I don't own Enchanted either.
Chapter Two
There I was again tonight
Forcing laughter, faking smiles
Same old tired, lonely place
Rachel's voice mingled with Santana's, an octave higher.
Walls of insincerity
Shifting eyes and vacancy
Vanished when I saw your face
Everyone seemed confused (besides Finn and Brittany, but they weren't exactly the brightest people), but they were obviously impressed. Maybe it was cocky of Rachel, but she thought they sounded brilliant.
All I can say is
It was enchanting to meet you
Their eyes met, and their matching smiles were both warm and awkward. Rachel shifted on the stool she was sitting on before blushing and looking back at the audience.
Your eyes whispered "have we met"
Across the room your silhouette
Starts to make its way to me
As they sang, Rachel's mind started to wander to Monday night, when Santana had slept over. She had left her with so many questions, and they were only becoming harder to answer. She had found another note in her locker that morning, and was still suspicious that it was her.
The playful conversation starts
Counter all your quick remarks
Like passing notes in secrecy
Her heart started to beat a little bit faster. Passing notes in secrecy... was this Santana's way of dropping hints?
And it was enchanting to meet you
All I can say is
I was enchanted to meet you
And then they were dancing, and twirling, and having fun. And although everyone was waiting for a catch, they were enjoying themselves.
This night is sparkling, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you
They calmed down as the music did, but they stayed up, smiles stretched across their faces.
The lingering question kept me up
2 AM, who do you love?
I wonder till I'm wide awake
This verse was much too relevant for Rachel. She'd stayed up for hours the past three nights thinking about Santana. Ever since she'd come out, she'd been deathly afraid that she was the admirer – but she was also oddly intrigued by the idea. She still didn't know what she'd do if it was true – could she possibly return the feelings? That would just be too weird, she couldn't even let herself think about it.
Now I'm pacing back and forth
Wishing you were at my door
I'd open up and you would say
Rachel was straight. So why couldn't she keep her eyes off of Santana? It had to just be her mind messing with her. Santana's confession had shaken her, that was all.
It was enchanting to meet you
All I know is
I was enchanted to meet you
Santana grabbed Rachel's hand and twirled her, completely oblivious to the club's reactions. Rachel held back a giggle and hoped Santana couldn't feel her hammering pulse through her hand.
This night is sparkling, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
This night is flawless, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you
Santana couldn't stop thinking about Monday. It was weird, it was almost as if she considered Rachel her... friend. And she kind of, in a way, liked it.
This is me praying that
This was the very first page
Not where the storyline ends
My thoughts will echo your name
Until I see you again
Rachel decided that she really did like singing with Santana. Maybe they should do it again. Would it be weird to ask her to hang out again? Would she even want to? This was Santana freaking Lopez she was talking about, and she was nobody. Santana had better people to associate with.
These are the words I held back
As I was leaving too soon
I was enchanted to meet you
Rachel almost caught Santana's eye, but turned away, afraid she would blush again. She felt silly, thinking she was her admirer. It was probably just a sick joke, anyway. Besides, Santana wouldn't want someone so dorky.
Please don't be in love with someone else
Please don't have somebody waiting on you
As they launched into the last chorus, they focused on the audience again. They were all clearly puzzled by the choice to perform a love song, but they did a damn good job of it, and everyone knew it.
This night is sparkling, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
This night is flawless, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you
They turned to look at each other as they sang the last two lines, but Santana had stopped smiling – in fact, she seemed kind of agitated.
Please don't be in love with someone else
Please don't have somebody waiting on you
While the music faded and their fellow glee clubbers applauded, Rachel reached up to touch Santana's shoulder, but she shook it off. "You were amazing, Santana."
"Whatever, Man Hands," she snapped, rushing back to her seat and glaring in no particular direction. Rachel slowly fell into her own seat and tried to how hurt she actually was. She plucked the latest note out of her bag and focused all of her attention on it while Mr. Schue called up the next pair.
"Is that another secret admirer note?" Quinn whispered eagerly from the chair behind her, and she nodded. "So you still don't know who it is?"
"Nope. They're really cryptic, I think they're song lyrics." The words dripped from Rachel's mouth slowly – she wasn't sure how much to trust her.
"You should come over tonight! Britt and San will be there, we can investigate." Rachel figured it had to be some kind of trick, but Quinn's smile seemed so genuine. And she had to admit, she wanted to spend more time with Santana, if only to figure out why she suddenly hated her.
"O-okay," Rachel stuttered, cursing herself for how lame she sounded, "I'll be there."
–!-!-!-!-!-
"I just don't understand, I thought we kind of... bonded the other night." She was being whiny, she knew that, but Kurt was handling it quite well.
"Honey, she has a reputation to keep up." He spoke in that special soothing voice only he can manage, although his words were far from sweet. "And while that's certainly no excuse, to her it seems like it is. She said she doesn't hate you, right? Just remember that."
"But she was fine while we were singing! She was dancing and smiling and everything, and then she just... went back to being a bitch." She was sulking, but Kurt understood that having unwanted feelings for a girl who doesn't appear to like you can do that.
And unwanted feelings were exactly what she had, though he knew she'd never admit it, or even think it. "You like her, don't you?" he asked, amused. Rachel's cheeks flushed and she tried to hold her mouth closed, but struggled. Of course she didn't like Santana!
"No, I do not like her! I am straight, thank you very much." He chuckled at her vehemence, and her glower did nothing to stop her. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I was supposed to be at Quinn's house five minutes ago."
"Quinn's? Let me guess, Santana will be there?" he teased. Her glare told him all he needed to know. "Love ya!"
"Love you too," she growled, charging out of the coffee shop and not at all ready for the sleepover.
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