Disclaimer; I do not own the show or the characters in this fic (but God do I wish I did)
This chapter will be a little (a lot) longer than the others =) Hope you'll enjoy it! I'd also like to apologize in case it will be confusing, because I feel like I can't get the past and present tenses right in this story =/ Also, I know – these last two chapters have been posted very close to each other, but that's only because I've been feeling inspired today. Or I was inspired earlier today, not right now - but I did manage to finish this chapter even after I felt like deleting it all. After reading it all through though, I'm glad I didn't delete it =) Hope you feel the same.
Warning; Finn bashing. Also contains a little bit of Bitch Quinn.
I do apologize if there are too many errors and typos. I don't have a Beta – so you'll have to bear with me.
Feel free to leave a review =) Constructive criticism, suggestions and your thoughts are always welcomed!
On Sunday afternoon, after spending a few hours in front of the TV, the girls decided to treat themselves to some food downtown at Breadstix a few hours before the Glee Club was about to arrive at Rachel's house.
"Stop!" Santana turned around and lifted one perfectly sculpted eyebrow.
"What? I didn't say anything." She replied. Rachel's was clearly unamused.
"Yeah, that smirk on your face is saying enough on its own." She got a snort in response from the girl sitting in front of her.
"I mean, just look at that guy. What did you honestly find attractive about him?" The diva's eyes shifted from the smirking girl in front of her, to the tall guy wearing a goofy grin, 4 booths down.
"You were the one who slept with him." she replied, with no anger in her voice whatsoever. She continued her response before the Latina opened her mouth to defend herself.
"But honestly?" Her gaze was still locked on Finn as he shoveled food unattractively into his mouth. She frowned,
"He had his moments." Santana tilted her head as she stared at the other girl.
"That's it? That's all you got?" The diva sighed,
"What do you want me to say, Santana? Obviously I had my reasons for my feelings towards him…"
"But?"
Rachel sighed once again as she turned back to look at the Latina.
"But I honestly can't remember what they were." She finished in a frustrated breath.
"I knew it!" Santana yelled out in laughter, clutching her side. "You…"
"Hey guys!" Finn smiled goofily down at both girls.
Santana glared at him for interrupting their conversation.
"Finnocence." She stared down at her nails, already bored of his presence.
"Hello, Finn." Rachel replied in a friendly tone.
His face lit up almost immediately as Rachel turned to look at him. Clearing his throat from nerves – Santana sighed at all of his lame – he went on,
"What are you guys doing here?"
His tone of voice had that stupid natural aloofness to it that Santana couldn't stand.
"What are we doing here? In this restaurant? With plates of food in front of us? Hmm..."
Santana lifted a finger to her chin, tapping it lightly whilst pretending to think.
"Well, I'll be damned. I have no clue. What do you say, Rach? What are we doing here?" She innocently stared at Rachel, trying her hardest to keep from laughing.
"Santana, please crank the sarcasm down." She scolded playfully whilst trying to burst in to laughter herself.
Turning more towards Finn, she continued,
"I will say that your question was clearly unnecessary and quite dim Finn, since we're very obviously here to eat." The boy scratched his head, a blush turning visible on his cheeks,
"Uh, yeah… Sorry. I just meant, like, you know… Together. Since you hate each other and all." Rachel threw a glare Santana's way when the other girl snorted in amusement.
"Finn, Santana and I have been friends for quite some time now. I thought that was pretty obvious in school and during Glee." He shrugged his big shoulders,
"Yeah, but… It's Santana, and well, everyone knows she Artie, Sam, can't stand you. So I just thought she was planning something really mean to do to you." Gradually, Rachel's face began to fall as the boy continued talking,
"Because like, why would she be friends with you, right?" Rolling her eyes at the boy, Santana decided it was time to get serious before this dumb ass giant started to re-crack the just glued-together pieces of Rachel's confidence in their friendship.
"Hey Finessa, why don't you just shut that giant mouth of yours and stop making idiot comments about things you have no clue about, before I grab this plate of mine and jam it down your throat?" Finn stared at her with wide eyes for a few seconds before he turned back to Rachel.
"Look, Rache… I was going to ask you if you wanted to, maybe, I don't know… Like… Go out wit…"
Finally having enough of this guy, Santana slams her fork down onto her plate,
"You know what? We're done here. So we'll be leaving right now and just give this to you…" She stood up and grabbed Rachel's hand before she threw the bill towards the tall boy who fumbled around a bit before he finally got a hold of the slip.
"Thanks for dinner. See you tonight!" She threw him a fake smile as she dragged Rachel towards the exit. Finn stood there holding the bill in his hands, staring dumbly back at the girls as they left the building.
Kurt and Mercedes were the first to arrive. Santana had watched on in amusement from her spot on the kitchen counter as Rachel had taken a few seconds to collect herself before opening the door. They had both been pleasant and polite with her as she'd hung their jackets up and presented them both with glasses of soda.
Second to arrive were Tina, Mike and Brittany – the latter who had immediately given Rachel a tight hug before she'd skipped over to Santana to do the same with her. Rachel had shot Santana a look as the tall blonde's arm wrapped around the Latina, that Santana had some difficulties reading and before she had time to dwell on it, the shorter girl had refocused her attention on the other two guests by giving them the same treatment Kurt and Mercedes had received.
Quinn arrived a few minutes after that, clearly not pleased with being here and especially not happy with arriving alone. She'd declined Rachel's offer of soda and after staring at the sofa in the living room for a few seconds, she'd finally shaken her head – clearly irritated by something – before sitting down, quite stiffly one might add.
Next up were Puck and Finn, which was just… Awkward, to say the least. Puck had called Rachel his hot Jewish American princess – which had made Santana roll her eyes for some reason – before he'd hugged her. After that he chugged his glass of soda down in one gulp, immediately complaining on the lack of alcohol in it as he walked off into the living room to join the others. Finn had been standing in the hallway, awkwardly – like everything is when it comes to him – watching the encounter, just waiting for Rachel to shift her attention to him. Which she did, but it was obvious that she was being less friendly with him than he'd hoped. Just as he'd sat down on the big couch next to Mike, the doorbell rang again signaling the arrival of the last two members, Artie and Sam.
Finally, after making sure that everyone's set with a glass of soda, Rachel drags Santana into the living room to start off the activities that she had planned for the night.
"Okay!" She claps her hands excitedly and smiles at everyone sitting huddled on the sofa.
"First of all, thank you all for coming! I'm very happy that you all took some time out of your weekend to come here tonight, and I just know that we're going to have a great time! My father's are still out of town at the moment and won't be home until next week, but I promised them that this was going to be a calm and quiet get together, so I thank you all for not bringing alcohol with you."
Santana throws popcorn at Quinn when she sees the blonde rolling her eyes at Rachel's words, not so very subtly letting the girl know she needs to shut the fuck up or they'll have problems.
Rachel – not happy about the childish way her friend chose to defend her honor – sends Santana a small smile anyway before continuing,
"So to start the night off, I thought we could play a round of…" She makes a small drum roll sound by clapping her legs and Santana can't help but to smile at how lame yet cute she looks.
"Pictionary!" Rachel's smile is blinding as she lifts up the blue box for everyone to see. There are some groans going around on the sofa and Puck is of course the one to speak up,
"No offense, my fellow hot Jew, but there's no way in hell I'm playing that. 'Specially if I'm sober. You gotta have something better than that! Let's just play strip poker!" He wiggles his eyebrows at every single one of the girls in the room until Mercedes slaps him in the back of the head.
"Look, I kind of agree with Puck." His face lifts up again but she's quick to explain herself,
"Not about the strip poker part," she shakes her head at the mowhawked boy next to her,
"But seriously Rach, I'm not feeling Pictionary. Don't you have anything else?" A murmur of agreement is going around and Santana can almost see the breakdown that must be going on in Rachel's head right now. Time to step up,
"Guys, come on. What's wrong with Pictionary? I think it sounds fucking awesome." She doesn't really. She's not big on board games, but she knows that Rachel loves them, so she has learnt to tolerate them. Besides, she feels like she still needs to be a little more open and friendly towards Rachel in public since the girl still won't get over the idea that this friendship is only temporary for Santana. She needs to show Rachel that she's serious about wanting to be her friend, so if that means that she has to defend stupid board games, then so be it.
"But, you hate Pictionary." Brittany speaks up in a confused voice as she places her hand on Santana's left thigh.
"Remember that time we played Pictionary in my room and you didn't want to play so you licked your way up my…" Putting a hand over her blonde friends' mouth in panic, Santana turns her reddened face towards Rachel.
"What other games were there? Monopoly? Yahtzee? Anything?" She stands up awkwardly and clears her throat as she turns towards everyone on the sofa who's staring at her with amused faces.
"I'll go check." She sends another glance in Rachel's direction and can't help but see that the other girls' face has fallen even more since her attempt at changing everyone's' minds.
Brittany stands up with a smirk covering her lips,
"I'll go with you, San."
Stopping mid-step, Santana spins around fast and shakes her head.
"No, no! That's okay Britt. Just… Stay here."
The tall blonde slumps back down on the sofa with a adorning her face.
When Santana gets back from her trip to the hallway closet, everyone's talking animatedly with each other on the couch, but something's off. Both Rachel and Finn are missing.
Shaking her head at the weird feeling in her stomach, she places the other boxes of games on the table before she goes to search for the missing members.
She has just finished searching every room downstairs and is on her way up the stairs when she hears Rachel's voice. It sounds like it's coming from the girls' bedroom so Santana takes the stairs two at a time to get there faster.
"… that you don't understand, Finn?" Santana reaches Rachel's bedroom door in record time, but stops outside to get a better understanding on what's happening on the other side of the door.
"I just don't understand why you won't say yes! It would be perfect, me taking you out to dinner, us walking down the streets holding hands, me kissing you goodnight by your door…" Santana wrinkles her face in disgust as the boy continues with trying to win Rachel over,
"- we'll stand there on your porch, because we don't want the night to end…" Rachel sighs and it sounds exasperated to Santana's ears,
"Finn… No. I don't want that. I don't –" She's cut off by something and Santana presses her ear to the door to hear better. There's a muffled squeak followed by smacking of lips and Santana's had enough! She pushes the door open and is met by the sight of Rachel trying to push Finn away from her. He's holding her wrists in his hands as he's trying his damndest to get the girl to kiss him back.
"HEY!" Santana grabs the back of his shirt and tugs as hard as she can.
"GET YOUR GIANT HANDS OFF OF HER!" He finally releases the girl who quickly tries to wipe the kiss away from her lips, eyes clearly stating her anger towards what just happened.
"I …" The boy stumbles on his words, confused as to what ripped him away from his girl.
Rachel shakes her head and Santana can see that there are tears forming in her eyes,
"I cannot believe you, Finn Hudson!" She points an accusing finger in his direction.
"How dare you force yourself on me like that?" In all of years of being in the same school with the girl, Santana has never seen Rachel this angry before.
"That's… I didn't…" He tries to reach out for her, but she slaps his hand away.
"Don't touch me!"
"I just… I miss you, Rache!" Finn pleaded with her. Santana once again rolled her eyes at his annoying way of using her nickname – wondering briefly if he'd be the sole cause of her eyes one day getting stuck like that – before walking up to him, making sure Rachel's standing safely behind her.
"Look, Frankenteen! Rachel doesn't want anything to do with you! When are you going to get that through your thick skull?"
She turned towards Rachel, placing her hand on the shorter girls' shoulder.
"Are you okay? Do you want me to throw him out?" Rachel swallows hard before meeting Santana's eyes. She nods once before Santana turns back around to face Finn again.
"You can't listen to her!" He yelled, trying his best to catch Rachel's eyes,
"She's plotting something against you! Probably to make sure that you stay away from me or something! I bet she wants me for herself!"
"Oh, okay, you got me!"
Disgust clearly written on her face, Santana continued,
"What planet are you even from Finntard? First of all; fucking ew! I would never go there agai…" She made a choking sound as she stopped talking and put a hand over her mouth, "- ugh, I can't even say it without throwing up all over the place. Just; No! Second of all; I don't need to plot and scheme around to make Rachel see that she doesn't need you. She already knows that! You're like the biggest idiot in the world – and not just literally – you long-assed giant, but you have the brain capacity of a toddler. You treated her like crap and stomped all over her feelings with your big ass feet!" He tried to interrupt her, but she put her hand up to shush him as she continued,
"You're selfish and obnoxious and you never once took anything she was feeling into consideration. You're like a fucking yoyo with your hot and cold act towards her. Listen carefully, because I will only say this once…" She made sure she had all of his attention as she stepped up to his face – or more like chest – and gritted out,
"You don't deserve her and you're going to stop this hurt puppy stalker act you've been keeping up these past weeks and leave her alone or I swear to you, I will sneak into your room in the middle of the night and go all lime heights on your ass. Do you understand what I'm saying?" He swallowed nervously once, but made no indication that he got her words so she kept going, "You will wake up as a woman. Literally. You already have the boobs to go with it, but unless you don't want to wake up with a vagina where your penis used to be, I suggest you take my advice." He glanced in Rachel's direction once before nodding.
"O-okay." Santana looked pleased with herself,
"Okay. Great! You can leave now." Dismissing him with a flip of her hand, she turned towards Rachel and wrapped her arms around her friend.
Finn doesn't utter another word as he stumbles down the stairs to grab his jacket. Some of the guys are already standing down by the door with their arms crossed over their chest, anger and disappointment written over their faces. It's clear they heard most of the argument going on upstairs. Puck opens the door and shakes his head as he pushes Finn the rest of the way out.
"So…" Tina's timid voice breaks the awkward silence that had settled in the hallway,
"Pictionary?" Santana breathes out in relief and sends a small smile in Tina's direction.
Everyone settles down on the sofa again, and this time no one seems to have any complaints about Pictionary whatsoever. Santana tries to stay in the game, but she can't seem to stop staring in Rachel's direction. Just watching the other girls' smile as she plays this lame board game with their Glee Club friends makes Santana's heart swell.
They've been playing for about an hour now, and Rachel can't be happier about the fact that everyone seem to be having a really good time. Her eyes travel over all of her teammates in her living room, but the smile on her face falls a little as her gaze lands on Santana, who's sitting next to a really clingy looking Brittany. Rachel doesn't understand the feelings that course through her at this sight. Although part of her kind of knows why – but Santana has already told her that she's not going anywhere. That their friendship is not going to end.
But Rachel can't help that she feels jealous as she watches Santana smile at her 'real' best friend. She knows that Santana and Brittany are more than just friends too, but she's never had the guts to ask Santana how serious their… secret, is. The other girl has mentioned that she doesn't hang out with Brittany much these days, which has been obvious since she's spent practically every day of the month with Rachel, but Santana and Brittany are childhood friends. Childhood friends who are more than friends, so of course that makes Rachel's insides knot together. Or…
Rachel sighs and shakes her head. What is she even doing? How many times has Santana told her to stop feeling so insecure about their friendship? So what if Santana is having sex with Brittany, it's not like Rachel and Santana are in a relationship, so she really has no right to feel all of these things right now.
Although she does feel them, and they're making her confused…
Tina nudges her shoulder to let her know that it's Rachel's time to pick a card. She smiles at the girl next to her before she stands up to start drawing on the board she'd set up in front of the couch.
They're taken a break from playing and everyone seems to be huddled in the kitchen where the snack has been put out, as Rachel moves about in the living room, fixing and cleaning up a bit. She really doesn't have to, but she's nervous again, now that everyone's about to eat the food she'd spent hours on making. She knows she shouldn't – what good vegan would – but she can't help but feel a little proud of the meat she stewed earlier in the day. And the meatballs she and Santana had made last night before they fell asleep in front of the TV again.
Santana approved of both dishes, but she's still nervous that someone will hate it. She sighs and shakes her head again, which she seems to be doing a lot tonight. Stupid nerves!
"Oh, I didn't hear you come in." She smiles at Quinn who's standing in the passage to the living room.
The girl rolls her eyes, and sits down without saying anything back.
"Did you try some food? I made the stew myself." Rachel says proudly, as she wrings her hands together nervously behind her back.
"I was going to, but then I just thought it looked so much like vomit that I had to leave the kitchen."
Quinn watches as Rachel's face falls and smirks.
"Nice shirt by the way. Did you pick that out all by yourself?"
When she doesn't get an answer right away, she continues,
"Trying to make an impression tonight, are we?"
Rachel glances down at her outfit; black skinny jeans and a regular black wife beater. She wanted to dress down a little – okay a lot – even though Santana had told her to just be herself. Santana had complimented her on how her breast seemed to grow a few sizes in this tank top, and Rachel had fought hard to keep Santana from seeing her blush. The taller brunette had nudged her shoulder and smiled at her, saying "I'm not joking, you look great. But I like your lame animal sweaters as well, just so you know."
Whatever, it's not like Rachel chose to wear this just because she thought Santana might stare at her chest all night. Because, they don't… They're not those kind of friends… She's not Brittany.
"You're blushing, Stubbles. What are you thinking about?"
Almost forgetting glaring blonde sitting on her sofa, Rachel shook her head to clear her thoughts.
"I'm not trying to impress anyone, Quinn. I just wanted to wear something simple tonight, is that such a crime?"
Quinn let out a small snort, obviously amused by this loser standing before her,
"You're trying too hard, sweetie. I realize you're friends with Santana now, so you're feeling slightly cooler, but you should really take it down a few notches. Desperate is a sad look on you."
Rachel rolled her eyes, which Quinn scoffed at – as if she owns the matter of rolling one's eyes – before shaking her head. No more playing nice with this girl.
"You don't need to be so condescending, Quinn. At least I have the breast to pull this off. You should be careful," She gave the shocked blonde an overly sweet smile as she bent forward to get closer to the other girl before whispering,
"Your 'jealous' is showing..." She could see the rage that was boiling up behind Quinn's eyes, so she stood back up straight again, before smiling bigger at the girl and walking out of the living room. She walked into the kitchen with a genuine smile adorning her face. What? She thought, smiling to herself. I've been hanging out with Santana Lopez for weeks now; something of hers was just bound to rub off on me. She froze at that thought, feeling that blush creep up again.
Santana was smiling at her from the other side of the counter and she could tell that her red face was making the Latina's brows creak into a worrying line. She shook her head at the other girl, and mouthed "Cake", before pointing to the basement door.
Santana nodded and the line on her forehead vanished again. Rachel breathed out in relief as she opened the door and disappeared down the stairs.
15 minutes later, they're standing in the living room, waiting for Rachel to get back in here with 'the surprise'.
It's a cake; Santana knows this since she helped Rachel bake it last night before they got started on the meatballs. It's huge and pink, with white letters spelling out GLEE CLUB over the whole cake. It's vegan friendly, because Santana wasn't about to spend time on baking a damn cake that Rachel wouldn't be allowed to eat. It's good though, and if she hadn't known last night that the 'test cake' she was sampling was vegan, she wouldn't ever have thought so.
Rachel was finally making her way into the living room, carefully carrying the huge cake platter with both hands. Santana had to help her put it down on the table and then both of them stepped back to smile at the shocked faces of their teammates.
If Santana wasn't being mauled by a jumping and squealing Brittany, she might've noticed the glint in Quinn's eyes as the blonde girl sat quietly on the sofa. If she wasn't so focused on peeling Brittany's wandering left hand from her butt, she might've seen the slight smirk that was making it way forth on Quinn's lips, or the way her eyes kept going from the container full of soda on the table to Rachel and then down to the cake. If she hadn't run off into the kitchen to get the camera, where she also had to – once again – stop Brittany, who had followed her like a shadow and attached her lips to Santana's neck, she might've been able to see the foot that was being held out on the ground behind Rachel as she laughed along with her teammates.
But she was too focused on the tall blonde that was currently slipping her hand up her shirt to do anything.
"Britt… Stop."
"But I miss our sexy times, San." The blonde pouted, tracing her hand over Santana's right hip as she leaned forward to whisper in her ear,
"I miss you touching me… Kissing me…" Brittany let her tongue drag slowly down Santana's neck. The brunette had her eyes tightly shut as she tried to concentrate on how to talk. She hadn't had sex in months – months! That's a long time for someone who used to be getting it on a daily basis.
"I miss holding you in my arms…" Her eyes snapped open. This was wrong! She'd broken it off with Brittany a few months back since the tall blonde was starting to cross the 'friends with benefits' line and into something more deeper; something with feelings – and that would be okay, if Santana was reciprocating those feelings, but she wasn't. She isn't. And she won't. Brittany misses holding her, but Santana definitely doesn't miss being held. That's too mushy, too emotional.
She loves her friend, but not in that way. She thought she'd found the best solution in the world, since she loves sex but sex with Puck or any other guy had always felt too much… guy. If that even makes sense. Brittany was perfect; Brittany was her best friend and Brittany was all girl– yes, okay, that's a really gay thought for someone who claims to be straight but whatever… The point is…
"Aahhh!"
She pushes Brittany to the side and runs back to the living room the second she hear the scream, which was followed by a couple of loud bangs and smashes.
As soon as she enters the room and spots a cake-covered Rachel on the floor and a laughing Quinn on the sofa, it doesn't take a genius to know what had just happened. She stares at the other members of the club and can see how they're all clearly trying not to laugh at the red-faced girl on the floor who is layered with cake.
Santana's blood is boiling as she kneels down next to Rachel.
"What happened?" She knows what happened, but she needs Rachel to tell her just in case.
Rachel just shakes her head as tears form in her eyes and Santana's heart break when Rachel scrambles up from the floor and runs up the stairs to her room.
Once the bedroom door closes with a bang, Santana shifts her attention back to the other Glee kids who are still trying to keep from laughing.
"Assholes! All of you!"
Mercedes lets out a chuckle as she shakes her head,
"Don't even try to pin this on all of us. That was all Queen Q over there."
"Oh yeah, and you're not just sitting there right now laughing? Laughing at Rachel?" Santana asks, her voice her voice eerily angry. Mercedes stops smiling, but the rest of the kids seems to still think the whole thing is hilarious.
"You're all just as bad as Quinn. God!" She stands up and looks at them with disgust in her face,
"You have no fucking idea how much this night even meant to her, do you? How hard she worked, for days, just so that she would be sure to please every single one of you ungrateful assholes! It's sad, isn't it? How hard she tries to make you like her? Because that's all she wants; she just want you to like her! Instead of just tolerating her! And it's not even a lot to ask for! How can you not see how amazing she is!" Some of them had the decency to look somewhat ashamed now. Quinn was still smiling however, so Santana focused in on her,
"And you! What the fuck is your problem with her anyway?"
"Like you're any better? You were just as bad as me once."
"See that's the difference between me and you though, isn't it? I actually stopped. I apologized. I feel bad for the way I used to behave, but you're still acting like an angry 12 year old. It's embarrassing, Quinn. Don't you think it's time to let old grudges go already?"
No one said anything as Santana stared at every single one of them.
"Rachel is my friend. And I'm not going to sit by and watch you all treat her like shit. Get out of her house! All of you! Just leave."
She stormed out into the hallway and began to tear jackets down from the hangers. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and when she turned around she was met with Tina's apologetic face,
"Santana… We're sorry."
"Don't." She shook her head as she threw the last jacket onto the floor.
"I'm not the one you should all apologize to."
When everyone had finally left, she started to clean the cake off of the floor. She was thankful that it hadn't gotten onto any of the carpets lining the wooden floor, as that'd be something Rachel would have to tell her father's about. She knows that Rachel would hate to tell them what happened tonight, especially since they'd been so excited that she was having friends over, even if they couldn't be home to see it as well. Rachel has told her once that she never really tells her parents about the bullying that goes on in their school. She said that whenever they asked why she'd come home some days wearing a different outfit than what she left the house in that same morning, she'll make up some excuse like the fabric of the shirt made her itchy or she'll say they had a pop-gym class, as in pop-quiz – who would even believe that? – And they buy it. Every single time.
Santana sighs as she stands by the stairs.
Time to do damage control. She silently curses one Quinn Fabray as she walks up the stairs. Rachel is her Rachel. Only Santana is allowed to hurt her – but like, in a kind way. Because she hates to see Rachel sad.
She finds Rachel in her room, huddled in a corner, wearing her cute pink one-piece pajamas. The first time Santana had seen it; she had laughed so loud and asked why she'd want to dress like a toddler. Rachel had gone up to her room, and Santana was sure that she had accidentally insulted the girl, but 2 minutes later, Rachel came back again but this time she was holding a matching red one. "Try it on. You don't get to judge the 'piece' unless you've worn one yourself."
And okay. Then had been so fucking comfortable – really – it should be like, illegal to sell those.
"Hey,"
She reaches her hand down towards the smaller girl, who tentatively grabs it and lets Santana help her up.
"You okay?" She asks as she lets her hand caress Rachel's cheek, just waiting for that inevitable moment where 'Crazy Rachel' will make a ranting appearance. She knows she has to, otherwise Rachel will lock everything she wants to say inside of herself, and that's never a good thing. Rachel is one of those people who need to rant and vent out before they can move past something.
"No." Rachel replies.
"Well… It could've been worse, Rach."
"Oh God, Santana! That was such a disaster!"
Here we go,
"It's okay. So what if you got a little cake on yourself, accidents happen."
"You make it sound like I'm 5 years old and I just wet my bed!" She shrieked,
"Rachel, calm down!"
"How am I supposed to do that? It was awful! They are never going to let me live this down, Santana! And where were you? Quinn was such a bitch to me all night! And I bet you were just hiding with Brittany in the supply closet, having the time of your life!"
"Rachel, you're being ridiculous right now! I'm sorry I wasn't there to notice what she was about to do! But are really blaming me for this? And no, not that you or anyone else has a right to know this, but there's nothing going on with Brittany and I anymore. I stopped it a few months ago, but thanks. And really, it was just some soda and some cake! It wasn't the end of the world!"
"IT WAS FOR ME! Have you learnt nothing whilst being friends with me? Do you not understand how important tonight was for me?"
"Of course I do, but we talked about this! Stop trying to find a friend to replace me with when I 'find you too annoying to be around' because that's not gonna to happen!"
Santana yelled back as Rachel shook her head,
"It's not just that. I'm just tired of them looking down on me. Did you see Quinn? Did you see how pleased she looked!"
"Fuck Quinn and her holier-than-thou attitude! I had a great time tonight, even though… I could've done without Puck's comments and Brittany's wandering hands. Also, Finn put a damper on my mood for a while there… but besides that, I had fun. Doesn't that count for something?" She asked, clearly trying her best to calm the other girl down. Rachel heaved another sigh and nodded her head.
"You're right, Santana. I'm sorry." She wrapped her arms around her best friend and breathed in deeply as she closing her eyes,
"I'm so sorry. That does count for something. That actually counts the most. And I'm sorry about the Brittany comment."
"It's okay, you weirdo." Rachel smiled into Santana's shoulder as the other girl's grip tightened around her waist.
"Thank you, really, Santana. For calming me down, for everything you did tonight, for this last month. Just… thank you." Santana shifted her head to place a small kiss on Rachel's collarbone.
"You're welcome, Shorty."
She could feel Rachel smile against her skin as the girl mimicked the action and Santana couldn't help the small shudder that ran through her body. She flashes back to that morning on Rachel's couch, the morning after she'd climbed up the wall and in through the window of this exact house. She remembers Rachel's arm pulling her in, and she can almost hear that sound again, that moaned that had slipped out through Rachel's lips as she was waking up. She can't stop the goose bumps that form all over her body.
Rachel leans back a little to look up at Santana,
"You okay?" She stares intently into Santana's eyes and Santana feels as though she's forgotten how to words, so she nods her head once, before she draws Rachel closer again and places her face back against the other girls' neck.
"Mhm." It's the best she can do with words for now, because suddenly, being in Rachel's arms feels like the best thing in the world.
"You sure?" Rachel whisper into her hair? Santana swallows, and tries again to form words,
"Yeah… just…" She takes a deep breath before she tightens her hold on Rachel once again,
"Just hold me."
So Rachel does.