AN: This chapter contains Spanish in it, I am not fluent in Spanish so, Google Translate is going to help me out. Sorry if the words are conjugated wrong. I don't own Glee and as always have an amazing day!
Rachel POV
As I walk home I notice a suspicious car trailing me. The car itself was not to intimidating but,it was fairly beat up. The windows were tinted and there were signs of the paint job chipping off. I speed up my walking pace just a bit and manage to get to my house safely. My dad and daddy are on a date tonight so they won't be home till way later. I make a trudge upstairs and literally rip off my uncomfortable skin tight dress and throw on a light tank top and a pair of grey sweatpants. Being an intimidating cheerleader is draining, how can Santana still function everyday? I sigh and close my eyes for only a few minutes or so I thought. The sound of my musical doorbell wakes me from my slumber.
Groaning I walk back downstairs to see who decided it would be a good idea to come and interrupt my strict after school routine. Putting on my sweats I rush down the stairs to welcome my guest. The bell begins to ring rapidly.
"I'm coming! Hold your horses I'm coming!" When the front door opens I see a very nervous looking Latina, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. Remembering our roles I revert back to a classic highschool cheerleader demeanor. With an indifferent expression plastered on my face I finally ask her my main question. "What are you doing here Troll?" Her hopeful expression turns to a crestfallen one.
"I just thought since Mr. Schuester gave us an assignment that the best way to go about it was to begin immediately. Plus, you asked me to come to your house so, we can begin the rigorous task of choosing a duet that highlights my superior vocals while, still demonstrating your vocal range." Her response confuses me because, it is long winded and I know for a fact that I would never babble even when faced with a negative situation.
"Whatever Lezpez. Let's just get this over with so, I can finally go about the rest of my day knowing that you won't be following me around like a lovesick puppy." She tensed at my words but her imitation of my 100 megawatt smile never falters. We get to my room fairly quickly and the awkwardness ensues. My phone vibrates and I ignore it and instead stare at Santana. Santana as always looked like some goddess, a goddess that could silence any man, woman, or child with her signature half smirk half smile.
Her eyes were scanning my bedroom and eventually her eyes land on a photo of me on my 7th birthday. I decide to speak up, "If you're feeling uneasy we could always refrain from acting as each other, at least till we pick a duet that accurately sums up our unique relationship." Her eyes are glued intensly to me and my breath catches in my throat.
"Fine by me Ho-Berry." She puzzles me, why of all times would she pick now to be a semi polite house guest? Ignoring her stares I pull out my pink laptop and pull up ITunes. The loading sign appears to be on a never ending loop by the time she speaks up.
"So, hear any interesting gossip today in the lunchroom today? Maybe while you were talking to the Pilsbury dough turd?" The question seems so out of the blue till I remember the way Finn talked about Santana; all the nasty, hateful things Finn said came rushing back to me as my mood deflates. The way Santana asked the question was unlike anything I ever have heard from her, the sorrowful manner she displayed while asking makes my heart contract painfully.
"Who told you?" My question fills the room before Santana looks at me with a bright fire in her eyes.
"I was there." Her simple response knocks the wind out of me. She was there when Finn said the word that could tear down anyone yet, she didn't respond at all. There were no threats of Snixx or no fist fights. She took all of the words head on and did nothing about it. The more I think about it the more it infuriates me.
"Why didn't you stand up for yourself!" My words come out harsh and sharp and I see Santana withdraw slightly.
"Why did you take all those nasty words and do nothing about it. Do those words mean nothing to you?! Does constantly hurling insults at people turn you into an emotionless cold hearted robot?" Her face contorts at my statement and an unreadable settles on her pretty face.
"I-I do have a heart and unlike popular belief it does hurt me when people say nasty things about me but, what I say to the jerks of the world is the same thing I'm going to say to you. Fuck off. I'm leaving." Her sharp response cuts me deeply and for some reason it makes me have the urge to hug her and punch her simultaneously. I being the -drama queen- person that I am begin to feel the rage build once more.
"Fine! Runaway from me like you run from everything else in your life. You know what, I used to think you were strong and that you stood up for what you believed in but, all you are and will ever be is a big coward!" Her resolve crumbles as I say the words that I have thought during this "minor" argument. Her face settles on an expression of rage that doesn't quite reach her eyes. She turns to face me and I can already tell the words that she will say will not be kind and probably won't be in English.
"¿Cómo se atreve usted me llama un cobarde¡ No sabes nada de mí. Odio esas palabras desagradables que dijo. Perra adiós." Santana strides right through my bedroom door and slams my door. Oh God, what have I done?
