I thought it'd be nice to put this next chapter in Santana's P.O.V. Just to give an idea of what she is thinking herself.
Santana P.O.V
I don't know if Rachel is oblivious, or she just doesn't want to like me. I always give her sideway glances in the hallway, just enough discreetness so she might not realize me staring. Every mean or hateful thing I say to her, is because I'm caught off guard by her standing so close to me. I don't even know when this crush started to form. I just know every single time I hear her sing, I get goose bumps. I'm surprised no one notices, especially Brittany. I honestly can't believe I'd ever have thoughts that weren't completely about Britt.
When Rachel sang that song in class the other day, the one about being invisible. I really connected with her, I would never admit that. Sometimes I think if I'm not this big and bad Santana, I'll fall deep into the crowd. No one would see me, I guess I'd be invisible.
I walk through the double doors, with my usual Cheerios's uniform on. I see Quinn as soon as I walk in, I began to walk in her direction when I am ran into. I look up, and of course it is Rachel.
She bends down to pick up her books, "I am so sorry, I didn't see you there."
I am far more curious to know if she knows who she ran into, because I don't think she's looked up once.
I bend down with her and I whisper, "its fine."
She looks up, and her eyes meet mine. I look into those brown eyes, and for some reason I feel comfortable with the silence. Being near her made me feel so alive, and I haven't felt this way in a long time. Don't get me wrong, I love Brittany. She will always be my first love, and the girl I came out for. It's just, when I'm with her now Rachel's face pops into my head. When I sing a song in Glee club, she is who I am singing to. All these feelings have been building up, and I am way too terrified to let them out. I am actually more scared of the fact she will reject me. I've been so horrible to her. I can imagine the things she has thought about me.
"Uh, Santana, what are you doing on the floor", I hear Brittany ask.
I look up, and I don't see Rachel anywhere. I pick myself off the ground, and I smile at Brittany. Just a small one, trying to wipe the confusion off my face.
I put my arm around Brittany, "I was looking for something, must have lost my train of thought."
"Oh, I do that a lot. What were you thinking about?"
I look down, "I was thinking about you, of course."
Brittany smiles and gives me a quick peek on the cheek, "See you after class."
I smile and nod. I turn around and head towards Spanish. I seriously have no idea why I have to take a bogus class like this. I am honestly more curious about how Rachel took off so fast, especially without me noticing. I guess I was a little bit in my own train of thought. I need to talk to her though, or maybe I need to talk about things with Brittany first. She deserves to know I am crushing big time on a certain Brunette.
I walk into the classroom, and I instantly put my head on my desk. Seriously, screw this class. I will do fine whether I listen or not. I doze off a little, well not a little. I don't even hear the bell ring. My teacher had to come tap on my desk to wake me up. That was kind of embarrassing, and she lectured me for a good ten minutes about how disrespectful that is and stuff. Oh well, I don't care.
I walk down the hall, slower than usually. I am already late to Glee club, may as well take my time getting there. I hear a noise coming from the girl's bathroom, almost like someone was crying. Now, I wouldn't usually go snooping, I am not noisy. The crying just sounded so familiar, and before you know it I am opening the bathroom door.
I wasn't surprised to see Rachel. She didn't notice me, or just didn't care that someone walked in the door. I walk slowly up to her, and I place my hand on her shoulder. She flinches a little, but soon relaxes under my touch. She never looks up, and I honestly don't care if she does. I love just being with her.
Rachel slowly looks up, "why aren't you in Glee club?"
I look back at her but slowly turn away, "got in trouble in class. I was running late, didn't feel the rush to go to class."
She nods, "yeah, I get it."
I keep my eyes focused on hers, "What's wrong?"
She looks back down at the ground, "I killed my nyada audition. Well, not kill. I choked."
I am astonished, the Rachel Berry choke during an audition? An actual singing audition, I wouldn't believe it unless I saw it.
"I doubt it was that bad, Rachel."
She shrugs my hand off her shoulder, "oh, it was bad. I couldn't even remember the words to the dang song. A song I've been singing for as long as I can remember. I don't understand how that happens, or why it had to happen on the day of my biggest audition. By the way, thanks for seeing how I am doing, but you really don't have to sit in here with a mopey, over dramatic girl."
I laugh, "you are over dramatic, but I love it. Look, everyone has their off days. This was just one of those. It'll be okay. Is there another way you can get her to hear you?"
She nods, "yes, I called her inviting her to nationals, but who knows if she'll even go. She's way too busy for a girl who can't even sing in front of her."
Rachel looks at the ground again, and I can see the tears in her eyes begin to fall again. I don't know what to do, I want to scoop her into my arms and just let her know she isn't alone. I just don't think that's appropriate at the moment. I stare at her for a second, pondering what to do. I finally decide to wrap her into a hug.
I could feel Rachel's body tense up at first, but she relaxed into it.
I whisper, "I really like you, Rachel Berry."
"I really like you too, Santana Lopez."
