You haven't seen the last of me Yet

by GypsySoul05

Set 8 years after high school, Lopez finds herself fleeing Miami, her job her life and going back home to pick up the pieces to start again. Along the way she finds that something didn't stay the same, and that somethings never change. And then there is the shock of realizing that she may not have ever known a certain Diva...but she wants too. Rachel Berry isn't who we remember.

3. Chapter 3

Chapter Three

It was two days after the dinner party that Santana ran out of patience for understanding. She had never really been that understanding to start with. She fished her keys out of her large bag and made her way to her car. She drove over the Berry's house in record time and was at the door ringing the bell before she even had to talk herself out of it.

"Santana.."

"Berry." she said as she pushed her way into the home. She walked by a chuckling Rachel and made her way to the kitchen. "I need coffee."

"Help yourself." she mocked as she followed the taller girl. "You passed 4 coffee shops on the way here."

"You have a french press."

"True." Rachel admitted with a hip leaned against the wall, her head cocked to the side. "But i think we both know that you're here for another reason."

"Good you tell me so we both know." Santana muttered as she glanced over her shoulder at the petite singer. "You're so different but so still the girl from highschool."

"There is truth to that statement. Lima brings it out of me, it's easy to slip into a role that people remember and appreciate." she said with a shrug.

Santana frowned, she turned back to her coffee making and thought. Still talks in riddles, but something isn't right. What is her deal?

"Santana why are you here?"

"Lima or your house?

"Either, both?"

"I have been asking myself that question for a while now." Santana admitted. "As for your house I have been thinking about the dinner party since it happened two days ago. It seemed weird."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know you were being weird." she said finally sipping her coffee and sighing in appreciation of the amazing blend of bliss.

"I was being weird? You barely said 50 words the entire dinner. You kept staring at me and muttering under your breath." Rachel laughed

Santana narrowed her eyes, and came around the corner to stand in front of the frustration hobbit. "You flirted with me."

Rachel laughed. "Oh is that all? It's a free world, Lopez. I can flirt with whoever I want, whenever I want." Rachel laughed and leaned forward and placed a hand onto the Latina's hip. "You're cute, I flirt with people who are cute." she leaned in kissed her nose. "Don't take it personal Lopez."

Santana watched as Rachel left the room hips swinging and she caught herself watching her ass. Fuck. Wait...what?!

"Santana! Bring the coffee into the living room we can watch reruns." she could swear she heard her still snickering at her from a few rooms away. What the actual fuck?