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[Third person POV]

The next few days went a little slow for Santana. Every day, she'd avoid Rachel every time she saw that she was heading toward her. Santana, who never really cared about what anyone thought of her, cared about how the brunette thought of her. Added to that, the Latina felt awkward and embarrassed in front of the future Broadway star. And there was pent-up anger toward Rachel as well as lovable.

One day though, after a week of successfully avoiding Rachel, the brunette finally confronted Santana, overly frustrated about the whole deal.

"Listen, Santana. I know I have a lot of what you call 'balls' for confronting you, as when someone else confronts you, you practically snap their heads off, but I'm officially – what the other teens call – pissed at you."

Santana raised an eyebrow. "Pissed at me? Me?" She asked, making Rachel flinch slightly, but then the brunette held herself together. Santana then crossed her arms. "You're pissed off at me?"

"Yes. That's correct."

"Why- okay, I'm confused. I sing a love song to you, and in front of the glee dorks, putting myself out there for you, and you run off. And you're mad at me?!"

Rachel didn't answer for a couple moments. "No..I'm mad at you because of reasons." She took a deep breath, avoiding Santana's eyes. "Reasons that are completely foolish, and only happen in my deepest secret dreams."

Santana stared at her, completely and utterly confused.

Rachel continued, "You know for a reason why I storm out. I thought you of all people would know the hint. But I guess I wasn't clear."

"English, Berry.'' Santana rolled her eyes slightly.

"I wanted you to come for me..to chase after me..confront me. Talk about it, and ask me why the hell I ran out the room for, and everything. I just..ended up disappointed. Like always. Just...forget it." After that, Rachel walked away.

Santana stood there, dumbfounded. Does this mean she did like her? Love her? As much as she loved Rachel? Damn it..Thought Santana. I always fucking blow it. Well. If Rachel Berry wants romance, she will fucking get romance. With that thought in the Latina's head, she headed off to plan a few things.


"San, why're you asking these things?" Kurt asked, turning over to the Latina, raising his perfectly shaped eyebrow at her.

Santana shrugged. "Reasons."

She has been pestering Kurt about Rachel for an hour now. Santana thought that the best way to win Rachel's heart was to know more about her. Other than Broadway, Streisand, and singing. And the best way to get to know her- well the SECOND best way to get to know Rachel..was through Kurt Hummel - AKA her Best friend.

"What reasons?"

"Reasons that isn't a flamboyant boy's business."

"Then I won't answer these weird questions. Wanna get to know the puzzle that is Rachel Berry? Talk. To. Her." Kurt then sauntered away sassily, and Santana rolled her eyes before catching up to him, moving in sync with his footsteps.

"Jesus Hummel, you walk fast."

"What do you want, Satan?"

"Nice come-back, pretty boy." Santana winked. "You already know what I want..Your body.." She joked. "Not in a million years. I want to know more about Rach."

Kurt looked at Santana weirdly, like she had two heads. Finally, she snapped. "What?!"

"You..called...her..by..her..name.." He slowly replied, "The Apocalypse is coming, isn't it?"

Santana narrowed her eyes at him.

"Fine. Fine. Okay.." Kurt took a deep breath. "She uhm..well, she loves Oreos."

"All that damn work, just to find out she likes a damn cookie brand." Santana mumbled angrily to Kurt.

"Okay! I was joking there, sorry. Uhm..Broadway, yada, yada, yada...She has Brown eyes." He grinned.

Santana stared blankly at Kurt, shaking her head. "Nevermind. You're useless for this. I'll just do it the damn old-fashioned way and become fuckin' friends with her. Bleh."