"Please Rachel?" Brittany begged for the umpteenth time. "Please?"
"I apologize again for this inconvenience, Brittany but I really couldn't considering the fact that my schedule is extremely packed with my singing, dancing lessons and what not," Rachel rambled on, opening her locker with such ease. "I simply do not have the time,"
All Brittany did was tilted her head and looked at Rachel with a confused face while leaning on the locker next to Rachel's. "You talk too much, Rach,"
"Yeah, you should probably tone it down," a familiar voice interfere their conversation. Rachel looked behind her to see a short-haired blonde with a raven-haired Latina, walking towards them.
"See?" Brittany pointed out, sending a soft smile to the ex-cheerio. "Even Q agrees with me,"
Sending a smile back, Quinn replied with a quick, "Of course, Britt," and noticed that the Latina cheerleader standing next to her had barely said a word. She nudged the other girl's shoulder and gave a questioning look.
Santana only stared at her with an unreadable expression. "I'm just going to wait in the car," With that, she dashed off and went through the double doors in a flash. The other three girls could only watch the Latina in slight confusion.
"Is Santana okay?" Rachel asked directly to Quinn, concern dripping in her tone.
"Oh, it's probably just that grueling Cheerio practice," Quinn replied, glancing at the taller blonde. Brittany was still looking at the double doors as if the Latina might burst in through it. Wheels turning in her head, she smiled widely that reached her eyes and felt like she had just solved the world's biggest mystery.
Brittany turned around, nodding at Rachel's direction. "Okay, you're coming to the carnival with us tomorrow," She waved off and continued when it looked like the tiny diva was about to protest. "We'll pick you up tomorrow at 2,"
"We?" Quinn questioned, feeling skeptical. "What do you mean by 'we'?"
Before Brittany or Rachel could respond, she was already being dragged by the taller blonde, as if she's scared she might miss something. Quinn looked over her shoulders and gave Rachel an apologetic look. "See you tomorrow, Rach!"
Brittany could only wave to the tiny diva and rushed to the parking lot of McKinley High, hands still gripping onto Quinn's arm. Quinn tried to pull her hand away but boy, the taller cheerleader had strength that even Superman couldn't have had. Okay, not that strong but you get the picture.
"Santana!" Brittany all but yelled when she saw the Hispanic cheerleader sitting under the tree near to Quinn's car. The Latina glanced up and for second there, Quinn thought she saw a worry flash on the Latina's face but it was gone in a flash.
Maybe she was just imagining things.
Annoyed, Santana stood up and straighten her Cheerio's skirt. "What?"
Quinn didn't know how or when both of her best friends could communicate without actually talking. Shaking her head lightly, she tried to read both her friends expression but failed miserably. Santana's face looked enigmatic while Brittany's looked happy – not like that's anything new.
"Stop having this silent conversation without me!" Quinn cried, desperately wanting to know what was going on in her friends' head. Wasn't she being the third wheel bad enough? "Tell me what's going on!"
The Latina only rolled her eyes as Brittany bounced up and down and accidentally blurted out, "San likes Rachel," where the Latina's eyes widened in shock and her whole body froze at the confession.
If Quinn was shocked to the news, she didn't show it. Santana watched as the shorter blonde's face flooded with a mix of expressions, the first one seemed to be shock, and then dumbfounded closely followed by a look that seemed to say I knew it before a giant smile appeared on her face.
When Quinn turned her head to look at her for confirmation, she merely nodded her head before being wrapped in an embrace by Quinn and Brittany. "I knew it! We're so happy for you, S,"
"Yeah, well, I haven't got the girl….," she trailed off and when it was clear that the Latina wasn't going to continue, Brittany added "Yet,"
Quinn grinned and led her two friends to her yellow Volkswagen. "We're so helping you getting your girl, S,"
"Totally!" Brittany cried. "You guys are kind of cute together,"
(x)
Two in the afternoon on the next day soon came and before they know it, all girls were seated in Santana's car including Rachel. Santana had a scowl on her face because Brittany and Quinn were sitting in the backseat of the car giggling away while Rachel and Santana were sitting in front. And oh god, Rachel's wearing this really really short denim shorts and her legs seems to go on for miles.
It makes Santana unconsciously lick her lips numerous of times.
How can someone be that tiny and still have long legs, Santana would never know but she isn't complaining. Suddenly, she's thankful for wearing sunglasses because she can leer at Rachel's long legs without looking like a Japanese man of a pervert.
Trying to get rid mental images in her head, Santana gripped the steering wheel tightly that caused her knuckles to turn white. "Are you okay?" she heard Rachel say. The way Rachel say those three words made the Latina's heart swoon. It was just full of genuine concern.
"Yup," Santana replied, glancing at Rachel for one bit before turning back. Rachel looked like she was about to say something else but instead she just said, "Okay," with a tone that almost made the Latina stop the car and give the diva a big yet comfortable hug.
Almost.
(x)
Rollercoasters are so on the list of things that Santana loves. Perhaps it was the death- defying thrills she gets or perhaps it was the way Rachel clutched her hand tightly, causing her stomach to do unnecessary flips and turning into twisted knots.
Quinn had somehow won Brittany a giant duck plush toy from a carnival stall. To say that the taller blonde was excited and happy was an understatement.
"Q!" Santana cried when she was told by the two blondes that their stomach was practically growling from all those carnival games and they were going to head off in hopes to find something edible. "You can't just leave me here with the hobbit,"
Quinn only gave the Latina a knowing look and smirked widely. "Watch me," And soon enough, she skipped – literally skipped – towards Brittany and both of them exchanged giggles and high-fives.
The brunette could only gape at her friends and cursed them under her breath – of course, they were behind this. She glanced around and saw the tiny diva sitting on a picnic bench with a distant gaze on her beautiful face. Her brown locks perfected her tiny frame. Santana let a small smile graced her lips, silently thanking for her friends leaving them alone. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
Maybe she could finally tell Rachel how she felt.
(x)
Rachel finally caught her breath after laughing so hard of a sappy joke that Santana had told her as her eyes wandered off around the atmosphere that could only be described as happy and exciting. The wide grin on her face told the Latina that the diva was having a blast. Suddenly, Rachel's body went rigid and her smile flattered almost immediately when she made eye contact with one of the person she dreaded the most.
"Berry?" she whipped her head to see a Latina staring at her with a look of concern. She honestly had never seen or expected the taller girl to be so caring except for Brittany, of course.
Rachel watched from the corner of her eye as a tall red-haired girl was starting to walk towards her direction. Eyes widened in nervousness, she did the only thing that came into her mind.
"Honestly Berr- mhmp!" Rachel's eyes fluttered shut as she connected her lips to the soft lips of the Latina beside her with her hand wandering off and finally came to a stop on the other girl's cheek.
Frozen in shock and eyes widened, Santana tried to process what was happening really was happening. She eagerly kissed the diva back and let out an embarrassing low moan when she felt the shorter brunette's tongue swiped across her bottom lip, begging for entrance.
Their tongues fought for dominance once Santana had gratefully gave the diva's tongue entrance with her hand almost tangling in the diva's hair. Rachel was practically devouring her and it just made her stomach to twist into knots. The petite diva tasted like berries – that really couldn't be more obvious – and something else that was just… Rachel.
After a few moments that felt like a lifetime, Santana reluctantly pulled back away from Rachel and her surprisingly talented tongue when the need for air became a problem. The two girls could only stare at each other, desperately trying to catch their breath.
"Rachel…." A voice suddenly startled the two girls out of their small bubble as the diva looked up and saw her ex-girlfriend, Emily. The red-haired girl was looking beautiful as ever but something twisted in Rachel's gut, making her reach out and held Santana's hand. To her surprise, the Latina didn't pulled her hand back but instead, she gave Rachel's hand a tight squeeze before her thumb started to draw small reassuring circles on the back of her hand. The little motion didn't go unnoticed by Emily and a swell of jealousy started to build up in her stomach.
Posture straighten, Rachel titled her head slightly. "Yes?"
Emily looked between Rachel and Santana before giving Rachel her full attention (something she hasn't done before). "Hey," she greeted. "How are you?"
Out of instinct, the petite brunette shifted closer to Santana, causing Emily to clench her jaw tightly and forced herself to take a deep breath. "I am simply doing fine," Emily heard Rachel say. "I don't intend to be rude, Emily but mind telling me what exactly are you doing here?"
"I broke up with Anna," she blurted out, almost laughing when she saw Rachel's eyes widened. The other girl was giving her a look mix of pity and something she couldn't put her finger on it.
"Why?" Rachel asked, torn between giving her ex-girlfriend her sympathy or her anger. "Wasn't she enough for you?" She said it with so much cold it caused the Latina sitting next to her to flinch slightly.
Emily was flabbergasted. She honestly had never seen Rachel react to someone with such a cold attitude. But then again, there were a lot of things she never knew about Rachel. "What? No! It's just…." The red-haired girl trailed off.
"It's just?" the diva repeated, her patience growing relatively slim.
A heavy sigh escaped from Emily's mouth. "She cheated on me," she said so softly that both Santana and Rachel had to strain to hear what she had said. "I want you to be with me, Rach," If she could, Santana would already slap the red-haired girl multiple times before punching her and feed her to the sharks. Okay, that was a tad bit extreme but who cares?
Just then, something out of the ordinary happened that both Santana and Emily looked in shock dilated eyes and were trying to figure out what was so hilarious that caused Rachel to burst out laughing with her eyes filled with mirth.
"I apologize for that… rude behavior," the tiny diva apologized soon she had managed to catch her breath. "But it's ironic how you broke up with me to be with her but in the end, you're the one who's a sore loser.
"You're almost like the female Finn; you can't keep your hands to yourself. You keep going back and forth between people as if they're one of your favorite toys," Rachel bite as she stood up, anger sweeping through her body. "To be quite honest, you're just a self-righteous, hypocritical and selfish, pardon my language, bitch. So, how about you stop bothering me and leave me the fuck alone,"
Santana blinked rapidly. Holy sweet hell, Rachel freaking Berry just cursed. Why does that turn me on so much? She couldn't believe that the tiny diva who had always kept herself in check just … just…. and it's just so… god. Santana let herself wonder what else that sweet mouth of the diva could do before standing up to face the devil otherwise known as the ex-girlfriend of Rachel Berry.
"Look floozy red, leave Rachel the fuck alone. She's been going through so much bullshit and she doesn't need yours," Santana barked, nobody, nobody talks to her Rachel like that. "Like what she said, she's doing damn fine and yeah, you're just a hypocritical bitch. So move the fuck on,"
Emily managed to retort quickly. "Who the hell are you? She definitely doesn't need you and your little maracas around her 24/7. I would be happy to send you a piñata as a thank you present when you leave Rachel alone and mind your own business,"
"Santana fucking Lopez from Lima Heights Adjacent," she snarled. "Que es donde suceden cosas malas. And of course it's my damn business. It's my business when you're tryin' to get back with my girlfriend. Now move along, hussy before I go all Lima Heights on you," she finished with a withering glare, daring the other girl to challenge her.
The red-haired girl's eyes widened in fear and swallowed nervously because she knows that the treat from Santana Lopez is true; her eyes told Emily that. "I-I'll see y-you around, Rachel,"
"You'll be seeings me toos," Santana called out with a well-known smirk plastered on her face as Emily dashed off, not wanting to face the Latina's wrath. She turned around to see a smirk on Rachel's face. The smirk was unfamiliar on Rachel's complexion but god, it just look so so sexy.
"Girlfriend, huh?" Santana's cheeks flushed red. She hadn't mean to say that, it's just… it slipped out of her mouth, okay.
Poking at the Latina's cheek, she couldn't help but tease the other girl. "Aw, San's all flustered,"
"I'm not," she mumbled softly before Rachel wrapped her in a tight embrace. Santana melted into the embrace because it felt good and surprisingly familiar. "Thank you," she heard.
"For what?"
"For playing along," she grinned into Santana's shoulder. "I had every intention to make her jealous,"
Hurt and disappointed at the confession, she frowned deeply and let her arms loose before pushing Rachel away. It was always the same. Everybody just wanted her for a quick fuck or to make someone jealous and she would always agree as she had the reputation to prove it. But just because she was the cold-hearted HBIC with a few insults on the tip of her tongue now and then, doesn't mean she doesn't have any feelings.
It hurts, especially when your crush thought so little of you.
"Oh," she all but say, stumbling her footing to get to the picnic bench because suddenly everything becomes dizzy and her eyes are kind of blurry. "I want you," Santana heard the diva say before a tiny smooth hand caught her on the wrist and she was turned around, catching a glimpse of a soft smile and a Berry-flavored lips touched her own.
The kiss was gentle and it seems to put everything the tiny brunette needed to say. It felt right and Santana couldn't help but kiss her back. She was feeling daring so she pressed up the diva against the side of the picnic bench with both of her hands on the side, trapping Rachel in the process as her tongue swiped Rachel's lips.
Just when Rachel was about to give the Latina's tongue access, they were rudely interrupted by two familiar blondes. "Oh my god!" they shrieked in disbelief.
Santana quickly broke apart from Rachel and whipped her head towards the two blondes, mentally cursing them when she was about to get her mack on. "You bitches, I was about to get my mack on," before chasing them both. Lucky for the two blondes who knew the Latina so well, they managed to get a head start.
Rachel could only look in amusement of the three best friends running around the green grass of the carnival and let out a soft giggle when she saw the Latina tackling the shorter blonde onto the ground while the taller blonde was trying to get her off Quinn. Things were definitely starting to get better.
As if the universe was reading her mind, a chirping sound interrupted Rachel's thoughts and she quickly speed-read the text she had just received. She reread it again to make sure what's in it was real.
Be mine?
She looked up to see the Latina standing with a bouquet of roses – how she had gotten that, Rachel did not have one clue – and Santana knows it's cliché but Rachel deserves the best and she was going to give it to her.
Yep, things were definitely starting to get better.
And Rachel couldn't have it any other way.
(x)
Three Months Later…
Whether it was the number of alcohol she had drowned last night that cause her the strongest headache ever exist or the confusion she had had when she woke up in a stranger's bed, Emily couldn't think the reason why a large pink tulips bouquet and a gift basket that was filled with knickknacks she had shown fond of was sitting in her apartment with a note taped to it.
Ems, this shit is for you. Someone must have like, the biggest crush on you.
P.s – If you don't mind (which I'm sure you won't), I stole some Sour Patch Kids.
P.s.s – Who's R & S?
xx, Lexi.
Emily muttered "bitch" under her breath because Sour Patch Kids are her favorite candies of all time and her roommate should know that she doesn't do sharing. Or stealing as a matter of fact.
R & S? I don't know anybody whose name starts with R and S. She thought as she held up the pink tulips – it was her favorite flowers – before quickly putting it down to check on the gift basket. There were numerous of candies from Snickers to Skittles and a plain blue card with Thank You Emily!, written inside.
Why was someone thanking her, she doesn't know. But as she flipped the card back, she saw a familiar handwriting scrawled on the back and a picture that was taped backwards so the front was facing the card.
We've been together for three months now and I'm simply happy and absolutely grateful that you had come up to me during the carnival in Columbus where Santana and I shared our first kiss. Words couldn't even describe how grateful I am towards you.
Scrawled in an unfamiliar handwriting where Emily assumed that it was Santana's was beneath it.
We owe you – R & S
Realization dawned on her when she flipped the card over and saw two brunettes staring lovingly at each other, obviously oblivious to camera. Rachel Berry and her girlfriend, Santana Lopez. She groaned and thought of how she was a shitty girlfriend to Rachel before they broke up. She groaned even more when she realized that she was still hung up over Rachel – her first love, she thinks.
"Great, I helped them hooked up. Smooth one, Vance,"
She tore the picture up because the pain and regret was still there, grabbing the offending papers before throwing them into the garbage bin. She then quickly stepped into the kitchen and broke into a rarely used cabinet which for some sort of reason, her roommate, Lexi, locked it up.
Probably it's because Lexi knew that she would always drink her problems and regrets away.
