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"Sans, get your ass in here." Eva called from the living room, her mouth stuffed with popcorn. "Have you ever seen
this movie?" She pointed to the television screen where a hooded figure was holding a knife. "It's hilarious."
Santana and Eva had a weird thing for horribly made horror films. They thought the over done drama and scary music was knee cracking. "No." Santana stated without much enthusiasm. She was sick of her sister hanging around the house and couldn't wait till she went back to college. "Is mom home?"
"Nope, I think she went to the liquor store." Eva turned around after pausing the movie. "How have things been?"
"Fine." Santana told her dryly and went to grab a water bottle from the kitchen.
"Hey, hold it." Eva called and got up off the couch. "I'm serious. Has the drinking lessened? Is dad still coming home late?"
Santana scratched her head with annoyance and kept on walking to the kitchen with Eva trailing behind. The only thing she hated more than feelings were talking about feelings and bullshit like that. The more she opened the more vulnerable and weak she felt. "Yeah, they've been fine. Now leave me alone." Santana growled and headed up to her bedroom.
Honestly, her mom's drinking was only getting worse and her dad ... well, that was a whole other story. When she saw how much pity the Glee club had given Quinn after being kicked out it made her squirm with uneasiness. Santana felt bad that Quinn had almost all of her dirty laundry aired out for the whole world to see and knew that is she was put in that position her bitch level would rise past lethal.
Placing her head on the pillow she dozed off ...
"Santana." A pair of hands shook the sleeping girl. "Wake up." Santana was starting shift on the bed and the pair of hands pushed her again.
"Go away Eva." The Latina grumbled and turned to see Rachel Berry standing above her. "Oh, Berry." She yawned and stretched her arms above her head. "Sorry, I thought you were my sister."
"It's fine. I tried to texting you to see what time to come over, but when you never answered I decided to stop by. I can leave though, I feeling bad waking you." Rachel spoke quickly and picked her purse off the floor.
"No, don't go." Santana sat up and encouraged Rachel to stay. Having Rachel around made the loneliness disappear for a while.
Rachel rolled around in the desk chair while Santana went downstairs to get some food before they started on the duet. As she made her way around the room she spotted a young Santana and her family standing in front of the Eiffel Tower, the picture did little justice to Santana's radiant smile.
"Okay let's get started." Santana walked through the door chewing on licorice when she spotted Rachel staring at the photo. "What?"
"Oh nothing ... you look really happy in this." She ran her along Santana's wide smile, but quickly put the photo back when Santana started giving her a dirty look. "Alright, let's get to song picking."
"Let me warn you Berry, no Broadway crap or Barbra Streisand."
"It upsets me that you can't fully embrace the beauty of Broadway and influential singers." Rachel shook her head as she pulled a piece of paper from her bag. "But, no worries Santana. I found the perfect song for us. Rolling in the Deep by Adele. Your voice would sound amazing and I feel both our past relationships could really help us relate to the heartbreak she is talking about." Rachel's face was lit up with such excitement that Santana just nodded along. "Although this song is difficult to sing and will require much practice, I feel we can really win with this."
At that moment Rachel could've probably suggested some High School Musical song and Santana would agree to it. It was amazing how excited Rachel could get about something, it was admirable. The way her mouth talked at the speed of lightning, the way her eyes truly sparkled with spirit - so people many found it annoying, but after being around it for so long Santana seemed to appreciate it.
An hour passed and Rachel was still coaching Santana through some vocal warm ups. It was obvious that Santana was becoming bored and her effort started declining. "Let's take a break." Santana suggested as she pulled her hair back. "I need to ask you something."
"Yes?" Rachel puckered her lips in wonderment as to what the girl wanted to know.
"How do you about my, uh, feelings for Brittany?" Santana picked at her nails with uncomfortableness. She had been wondering this since the girl had brought the whole situation up.
Rachel fell on the bed and gave a tiny smile. "I first could tell from the way you looked at her and the way you treat her. The way you have patience with her, it's not see the love you have for her. Also I saw you in the hall. The day you talked to her."
"Oh."
"I've seen you cry many times, well, the whole club has, but I've never seen you cry like that. It actually proved that you were, well, human." Rachel laughed and it instantly lightened the mood. Santana grabbed a pillow and slapped Rachel with it. "I mean before that I honestly thought you could be part robot."
"Shut up Berry!" Santana hit her once more. "You know, it kind of sounds like you were watching me ... a little too much. I might start to think you like me."
"Oh, please." Rachel rolled her eyes and this time it was her who threw the pillow at the other girl. "Let's get back to singing."
x - x - x
"Want to come over tonight? My parents are going out." Sam asked as he stuffed the hot dog into his mouth.
Santana raised her eyes in disgust. Though she wasn't in the mood to spend time with the naive and annoying boy, she did want to get her mack on ... "Sure."
"Awesome." He grinned and waved his hands over his head when she spotted a certain blonde. "Hey! Quinn, over here." Quinn can a hesitant look and pulled Finn in tow.
"What the hell are you doing?" Santana growled as she dug her nails into her palm. The last person she wanted to eat lunch with was Quinn. "I swear to god Sam, you're dead." She whispered before the pair sat down.
"Hi guys." Finn grinned with obliviousness. Him and Sam seemed to work out the whole Quinn deal, but the tension between the two girls were so apparent. "I'm starving." He bit into his lunch before going on to talk about football with Sam.
The two girls just sat there not saying one word. Santana found it irritating that her boyfriend had forgiven Quinn and Finn so easily. If there were awards for who could hold grudges the longest, Santana would have it in the bag.
"Santana, we should talk." Quinn leaned over to the table so the boys wouldn't hear.
"No, we shouldn't."
"Please." Quinn flipped her hair and gave that whole innocent look. "Santana, come on. Doesn't our friendship mean anything to you?"
Santana didn't say anything. Though she didn't want to talk to blonde or fix anything she couldn't lie and say the friendship didn't mean anything. Before Glee club started, the two girls along with Brittany had been inseparable and there had been many good times. More than Santana would've liked to admit, but for some reason she couldn't find it in her to say sorry. The thing that Santana couldn't figure out was why Quinn wanted to fix things in the first place. Santana was the one who had been a complete bitch so why was the ex-celibacy club leader trying to work everything out?
Whenever she thought about their friendship though, she was disappointed by one aspect of it. The moment she found out that Quinn's parents were over-bearing and similar to her own, she had been upset that her so-called friend never reached out to Santana. Santana had once reached out to Quinn and it had been the hardest thing she had ever had to do, but in the end she had been glad ...
"You're a disgrace to this family Santana. A disgrace." Mrs. Lopez yelled out in all her drunkenness and took another sip from the third wine bottle. "You're a no good fifteen year old who will go nowhere in life because you're a bitch and have no respect for anyone but yourself."
Santana felt the tears start to slide down her face as she stood at the bottom on the stairs. Her eyes stuck on the drunken mess in front of her. "Why are you being so mean?" She questioned.
"I'm not being mean. I'm being honest."
"I'm leaving." Santana cried to her mom and without looking back as she ran out the front door. Where could she go? And how would she get there? This time a new set of tears came and Santana ran down the sidewalk not caring where she ended up.
Quinn's she finally thought.
Almost an hour later she arrived at Quinn's dripped in sweat and tears. It took twenty minutes of standing at the front door before she finally got the courage to ring the doorbell.
"Santana? Why are you-" Quinn's face appeared when the door opened, her eyes widened at the sad looking girl. "Come here." She embraced the raven-haired girl.
After Quinn brought her inside, the girl took a shower and found herself lying under Quinn's covers. She hadn't said one word yet and wasn't planning on it. She was grateful that Quinn wasn't pressing her for answers. "Quinn?"
"Yes?" The blonde looked up from the book she was reading.
"Thank you."
"You don't need to thank me." Quinn got up and sat beside Santana. "You're my best friend, I'll always be right by your side whenever you need something. Okay?" Santana nodded.
"My parents. They're horrible." Santana cried.
Quinn shook her head and pulled Santana in closer. "Yes, but you're amazing. Got that? In a few years we'll be out of this hell hole. We'll be rich and fabulous." She laughed and was happy to hear Santana doing the same ...
Why Quinn never came to her? She had no idea and it hurt.
Santana finished her bottled water in two sips. "Oh look, I need some more water." Santana groaned sarcastically and left the table.