A/N: I forgot to mention this in chapter two, but Samantha looks like Amber Heard.
Asking Rachel's fiance for her phone number is not something Santana is enjoying. She knows she has to apologize, explain what happened and then unfortunately for her, Brittany, and Quinn let it go. But she can't do that if they don't at least talk. Even if Rachel want's to ignore her she has to explain. She has to.
"Why would I give you her phone number? So you can break her heart again? It isn't going down like that, Lopez. She may have seemed like she was unaffected by seeing the three of you yesterday but that isn't true. It's in my job description as fiance to protect her from pain and that's all talking to you will cause for her and she doesn't deserve to hurt anymore. Especially not as a result of something you've said or done. I think we both know she's had more than her fair share of that." Santana looked away, digging her nails into her palm. She deserved for someone to say this to her. She knew that.
"I just want her to know that I'm sorry I took them away from her. I want her to know that I realized my mistake the next day and i went back to her house and she wasn't there. Everything was gone...I just broke down. I called her phone and it was disconnected. God knows I don't deserve to see her, I never deserved her in the first place and I think I proved that with my trademark stupidity. But she deserves to know what happened. So if you won't give me her phone number I'll give you mine and can you give it to her? Please." Sam shook her head at herself. She would do it. If only because the Latina who looked like she was about to cry all over her desk was right. Rachel did deserve to know what happened if anything she was saying was true. Her baby could figure that out pretty easily.
"Fuck...okay fine. Sure I'll give her your number. And tell Quinn I'm putting her stories in the next journal. They were kind of amazing. Now can you get out?"
"What?"
"Rachel's coming so we can have lunch together and i don't want her to see you. It'll just make things worse. So just go okay. I'll give her your phone number and see that she calls you." The Latina wiped her eyes and stood, Samantha watching as she walked out of her office. Ten minutes later Rachel walked in, brown paper bag in her hand.
"Why was Santana here?"
"Umm..."
"I recognized her mental signature in the shop. What does she want?"
"She wanted your phone number so she could explain what happened. I tried to tell her no but she was like ten seconds away from genuinely crying all over my desk so I let her give me her phone number for you instead." Sam handed it over and Rachel set it aside, ignoring it.
"Like I wasn't there? I know what happened. I told her who I was and she walked away from me despite her promise that she would love me anyway."
"No, Rach you don't understand. She went back to the house the next day and found everything gone and just cried. I think she just wants to tell you that she made a mistake, that she regretted almost immediately."
"She went to the house and...I left the same night. I didn't think she'd ever come back or change her mind. I turned off the phone account and everything. They had no way to contact me. Oh god, If I had just stayed for a few more days." Sam lifted her fiance and set her in her lap, rubbing her back to calm her as best she could
"Baby you can't blame yourself. You were hurt and essentially grieving. No one can blame you for doing the same thing you did last time you lost someone. What else could you do?" Rachel shrugged from her position, face buried against the blonde's collarbone.
"I don't know. We both made mistakes. Like I shouldn't have ignored Quinn yesterday. She did nothing wrong. I asked her to go with Santana. I should not have treated her like she didn't want to stay with me when she did. I think...maybe I should sit down and talk with them both separately."
"I think maybe that's a good idea, Rach. It's time all this was resolved."
"I'm sorry I ruined lunch."
"You didn't. I love holding you, you know that. And you brought me taco's. It's perfect, babe. Oh, did I tell you? I'm putting Quinn's stuff in next month's journal. She's even better than you said."
"I'm glad to hear it. I guess I'll let you get back to work, beautiful. I have rehearsal's until four. Maybe we can go out for an early dinner, somewhere casual? I know you've been wanting to try that place that just opened up a few weeks ago, perhaps we can go there?"
"I would love to. I'll pick you up from the theater, Rach. I love you." The brunette got up then leaned down, pressing a firm kiss to her fiance's pink lips and then once she stood again, grabbing the scrap of paper that held Santana's phone number.
"I love you too, Samantha. So much." As Rachel left the bookstore and hailed a cab she wondered about meeting the girls. She worried about meeting Santana. How was she to know the other brunette would come back. The performer remembered the things Santana had said, calling her a freak in her anger and shock about her ability to speak directly into their minds had hurt. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out the little scrap of paper and then her phone, dialing as a cab pulled up in front of her. She slid inside and gave the driver the adress for the theatre, putting the phone to her ear as it rang.
"Santana Lopez speaking."
"Hi. Santana it's Rachel." The brunette chewed on her lip and leaned back in her seat.
"Rach? I'm glad you called. I was afraid you wouldn't."
"Sam told me that you wanted to explain what happened. And..she said that you went back to the house the day after I left?"
"Yea...I thought I could tell you I'd just fucked up and fix things but you weren't there and everything was gone. I just..."
"Santana are you busy for lunch tomorrow? I think it would be a good Idea to sit down with both you and Quinn, but separately. I already have an appointment to go shopping with Britt next week, I'll talk to her then."
"Um...ok. No I'm off of work tomorrow and I don't have class until noon so maybe we can meet for breakfast? You probably know where Carter's is right? Around the corner from the book shop."
"Of course. How do you know of it?"
"We live in a brownstone right across the street from that place. It's how Britt found written and drawn for Quinn. You know how she likes to wonder."
"I do. So I'll meet you at ten at Carters tomorrow morning. Can you have Quinn call me on this number sometime later tonight? I don't finish rehearsals until four so preferably after then."
"Yea, of course I can. Bye Rach." Rachel hung up her phone as she handed over the fare and got out of her cab. She was nervous. She got the impression from Sam and through the media that sitting down to have a conversation with an ex was never easy. She hoped it would be. The last thing any of the four of them needed was more pain from each other.