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Chapter 4: Santana's Temptation
Shortly after Rachel left, the three girls had followed and were no longer in the mood to eat at Breadstix. Brittany was the only one who was not shocked by what had happened. It was necessary that the subject be changed so that the evening can continue, but no subject had the level of all that. Quinn and Santana struggled to close their eyes when lying down. Especially the Latina who never stopped to see the look that Rachel had sent her. There was so much lust in her eyes that the simple word "Hot" was not descriptive enough for her.
The next day, the group had an appointment at the Glee-Club and all noticed the mood of the two girls. They understood that something had happened. They did not know where to start, but one thing was certain: they did not want to feed all the rumours about Rachel. It was better not to mention the end of the episode of the bar. Quinn explained that they had met Rachel in a bar the night before, drinking and dancing in more than a provocative way.
"Well, it's certain, something is really wrong with her. The Rachel I knew would have found a waltz too intimate." Kurt sighed.
"Not to mention the fact that for her a kiss was already almost a sign of commitment!" Blaine added.
Kurt choked on a laugh, remembering that Blaine and Rachel had kissed each other, proving to the young man that he was definitely gay. Granted, it had inspired Rachel some songs but it was another proof that a kiss was so important to the diva. Finn did not say a word as he listened to the story of the two girls but was more than sickened by what had become of the woman he had known.
He still had in mind the girl shy and almost embarrassed by a simple touch. The one that had scared him to meet them and their first song. It was certain that had he known directly the Rachel they had found recently, everything would have been very different. He would have been seduced by her body and not her heart. The mere idea of other men touching her without scruple deeply disgusted him.
"Okay, I admit she might not want all the attention in the world as I thought. But tell me where the problem in her behaviour is? She enjoys herself and enjoys her life, her youth. Personally, I will not run after her to be the one she was before if she is better like that." Said Mercedes.
The whispers then became more impressive among the members of the choir. Mercedes was not totally wrong after all. Who could say what was best for Rachel Berry but herself? Yet Santana could not remain inert in the face of the distress more than she felt when she was close to Rachel. It was as if the whole planet was shouting to her that Rachel's so-called happiness was just a lie and that she had to act.
"Okay, I might have my chance with a Jew for once ..." Puck murmured just loud enough for Quinn, next to him to hear him.
"Don't say that too loud Puck, otherwise I'm afraid that Snixx will tear your tongue out.. She's ... How to say ... Sensitive when it comes to talking about Berry."
She looked at Santana, who seemed still lost in her thoughts.
"Santana?" Said the blonde to get her out of her daydreams. "Do you remember what Berry told you yesterday? You have to stop drooling!"
"Yeah well ... It must be said that she was hot yesterday Q." Replied the Latina realizing that all had heard what she had said.
The glances turned on her and Kurt thought, for a moment, to see Santana blush. Oppressed by this sudden attention to her, she left the rehearsal room. For once, she could miss the Glee Club after all.
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[Pov Santana]
Shit shit shit! Since when do I find the hobbit hot? Okay, I tend to find any girl with a low neckline pretty attractive for me. But still! There, we talked about a girl whose life I ruined for years. I even enjoyed throwing all those slushies in her face. Well ... that was really why I was doing it? Well, let's be honest, at least once wet, her horrible pullovers were stuck to her skin so I could discern some shapes. No no no. Stop Santana! You're just doing a fucking transfer since you know you'll never have anything more than Brittany's friendship.
Yet it's stronger than me, I walk in the corridors without really having a goal because the only thing I can think of is Rachel. No, Berry or Hobbit but not Rachel. Since when do I call her by her first name? Dios mio ... It's probably just a physical attraction. It must be just that because ... Nothing gives me more envy right now than the curves of her body. Fuck Berry, why does you have to be gorgeous? She cannot be just ugly? At least I would have been quiet and I could have continued to play the bitches without heart.
No, but I'm dreaming? The math class has just finished and I already have Berry in my head again. I must be masochistic, as if it was not enough to hear her sing and talk constantly last year... Besides, why does not she sing anymore? Not that I'm missing but hey, must admit that it's weird. It's not because she's not going to become a Broadway star any more, not that she's had her chances one day but hey, she has to sing somewhere even in the shower.
Santana, stop worrying about her fate, Mercedes is right, it's her life and not mine. She makes choices, she assumes them, that's all. But ... What I would have liked to be this guy yesterday...
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The rest of the day was the same for Santana who, in addition to thinking about Rachel, remembered various songs she had played. One song was still in her mind, the moment Rachel and Mercedes clashed in a diva contest.
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Every single day
I walk down the street
I hear people say
"Baby's so sweet"
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Ever since puberty
Everybody stares at me
Boys, girls
I can't help it baby
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So be kind
And don't lose your mind
Just remember
That I'm your baby
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Take me for what I am
Who I was meant to be
And if you give a damn
Take me baby or leave me
Take me baby or leave me
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This song was reasoning in her like a hymn. Never, never did she intend to let her down. She had always accepted Rachel as she was even if she would not have confessed, even to herself. However, Santana was far from suspecting what had made the diva change.