Chapter 4: Love me, Hate me

Santana's POV

"Tell me your childhood" I say, not trying to make it seem demanding as it does. She just looks up at me from my arms and gives me a small smile but it seems painful.

I set her down to unlock the door but her hands are shaking and fumbling with the keys. "Are you okay?" I ask, taking grip of her hand I can still feel her shivering. I lean in closer and put my chest on her back I can feel the warmth from her transfer to me.

"I'm..." She tries to say something and I just wait there. And one thing I have never had was patience even with Brittany. I control her hand to unlock the door and slowly push it open.

"People have Stereotypes" she whispers in a almost poetic voice and it sticks on my head once it gets there. "Yeah they do but what about it" I ask to keep the conversation going. She walks inside and I follow behind.

I shut the door behind us and we walk straight over to her couch. I don't sit down until she does. She takes a real deep breath before beginning.

"My dads never really have spent time with me like people think. They think I have the most perfect family that they just influence me to work towards my dreams. Don't get me wrong our family isn't terrible but it isn't perfect either. No one's family is perfect."

"Then what is wrong with yours?" I ask, grabbing her hand.

"I have always been set aside not really paid attention to. That is why I crave it so much at school because I have never had it here." She frowns and rests against me.

I was never good about helping someone with their problems but I am willing to try for Rachel. "Rachel" I love the way her voice tingles on my tongue when I say it. "Rachel you all my attention and you deserve a spotlight. I am actually quite jealous."

She turns around to face me with a smirk I smile back at her. "Thanks Santana...very much." "Your welcome my love."

"Who would have thought I would enjoy your company one day?"

"I sure didn't" I chuckle.

"Oh Santana have you called your mom?"

"No" I admit, I don't really want to call my mom. And I don't care if she is worried. She probably doesn't even know that I am not home."

"You want to stay with some more days?" Rachel asks me while laying her head on my chest.

"Can I just live with you?" I ask not really being serious until I realized I asked it out loud.

"Yeah if you really want to" she mumbles into my chest.

"Yes I really do..." I nearly yell. "But I need to pick up most of my clothes from my mom's house."

"You want me to go with you?" She asks sitting up.

"It will help...but I don't want to drag you into this." I tell her with concern. Because my mom is not a nice person when she is drunk and she is always drunk. God knows if my mom would even dare to lay a hand on Rachel. The police won't even to be able to pull me off.

I remember when I took Brittany to my house but it was just once. There was so much drama when my mom found out that me and Brittany were together or so I thought. My mom was saying hurtful things to Brittany but didn't lay a hand on her because I was standing right in front of Brittany, protecting her.

But I will not even let my mom say one insult to Rachel. Rachel has been insulted too much in life and she doesn't deserve it all.

"I'm going Santana if it helps" Rachel comments, grabbing my hand.

"Ok but I am just warning be careful for my mom. Trust me I won't let her hurt you if she tries. She will have to kill me before she gets to you." I explain to her.

She nods then pulls me up.

"It's going to be okay once we are living together. We just have to get past your mom."

"Well then what are we waiting for?" I ask

She laughs and pulls me out of the house.

"She won't hurt you I swear" I whisper, grasping Rachel's hand on the hand rest between us in her car.

"And she won't hurt you either I promise." Rachel whispers back.