So sorry it took me forever to update, and sorry it's a pretty short chapter! Nevertheless I hope you enjoy it ;)


Chapter 7

Santana couldn't take it any longer.

"Rachel. I need to talk to you."

It was the monday after Santana had shown up at Zoe's door. She had done a lot of thinking, and realized how much this secret was driving her insane. She needed to tell someone, and she trusted Rachel.

Rachel scrunched her eyebrows, confused. "What? Now?"

Santana nodded. "It's... urgent. Really urgent."

Rachel looked uncertain. "Okay..."

They walked out of the choir room with her. Because class was about to start, the hallways were empty. They kept walking all the way to the auditorium. The auditorium was the only place she could see herself revealing something like this to anyone.

"Santana, we're going to miss class!" Rachel exclaimed. "This better be important."

"Come sit on the stage with me." Santana walked over and gestured for her to follow. Reluctantly, she followed. The two walked up the stairs and sat down; there were several plastic chairs set up on the stage for glee club later today.

"What is this about?" asked Rachel. "You never want to talk to me, and you haven't insulted me yet and it's already been a few minutes..."

Santana looked down. "I'm being serious right now, Rachel. I promise." She paused. "It's about that thing I mentioned the day that Mr. Schue introduced us to Zoe and how I had said that I was going through a lot."

She saw Rachel smile out of the corner of her eyes. "Wait. Are you about to tell me something personal about yourself?" Rachel looked pleased. "I'm so glad you know you can trust me, Santana."

"Shut it, dwarf," she snapped. "Let me talk. This is really hard for me."

Rachel nodded silently.

Santana sighed. "Look. I know I come off as someone who is incredibly confident about themselves. And I should be. I mean, look at this." She gestured towards herself. "I'm a hot, 17-year-old cheerleader. I should be totally confident. And in the looks category, I am confident."

Rachel laughed, but just as she was about to say something, Santana continued to talk.

"But the truth is... Something really confusing for me is going on. And it started ever since the day that I realized that I've never actually liked anyone. You know, like, in that way. And it was really frustrating, because I felt like I was... lost."

Rachel interrupted. "So you're saying you've never had strong feelings for anyone? Ever?"

Santana paused. "Well..." she swallowed. "Yes. Not for a long time. Until... recently."

Rachel's eyes widened. She smiled. "Really? Well, then why am I here? Because that's great! Now you can feel confident again! Why haven't you asked him out yet? Who is he?"

Santana sighed. This was the hard part. "You... don't understand. The reason why I needed to tell you this is about who exactly this person is."

Rachel frowned. "Is he a bad person?"

Santana closed her eyes, beginning to get frustrated. "Omygod, this is so hard." She opened her eyes and looked straight into Rachel's eyes. "Look. What I'm about to tell you is completely confidential. Do not tell anyone or I promise I will kick your ass, Berry."

"O-Okay," she stuttered. "I promise."

Santana let the silence ring in her ears for a moment. She could feel her heart racing.

"Rachel, the person I really like... i-is a... girl."

Rachel's expression changed only slightly. "Are... You sure you like her in that way? Because you could just be confused."

She shook her head. "At first I wasn't sure. But now... I know."

Rachel had an overwhelmed look on her face. "I don't think you realize how much it means to me that you mustered up the bravery to tell me that," she said. "I'm very happy that you have finally figured out who you are! And I am here for you if you ever need anyone. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Santana felt a tear rush down her cheek. It felt so good to tell her and have someone who knew and accepted her.

"You're... not freaked out?" Santana said softly.

"Oh, sweetie, why would I ever be freaked out?" She stood up and gestured Santana to do the same, and then hugged her.

"Thank you, Rachel. I really needed this, even though I couldn't admit it... I really appreciate you not making a big deal out of it. This secret was destroying me from the inside."

Rachel pulled back from the hug. "Of course," she responded. "It's just... I was never expecting this, especially from you." Rachel's smile faded. "You're just the last person I expected to be..." her voice trailed off. "Well, you know."

"...Into girls?" Santana finished Rachel's sentence for her. "Yeah. I wasn't expecting it either."

Rachel changed her expression to a more serious one. "Can you... Tell me who it is?" she asked. "You don't have to."

Santana looked down. "I don't think I'm ready for that yet..."

Rachel nodded. "That's okay."

Santana's face hardened in expression. "But seriously, Rachel. If you tell anyone, I will hunt you down and feed you to an angry pack of wolves. and the only reason I told you and your Jewish ass is because you were the first person in the room. We are not friends." Santana looked down. "And maybe... because I trust you, too."

Rachel smiled. "I swear, I will not tell a soul."

She was used to Santana's common insults and violent death threats, and learned to not take them personally anymore. Rachel realized this was the most common way of how Santana showed affection or emotion towards people. She just had a lot of different emotions she needed to get out, and no matter if the emotion was jealousy, or kindness, or love, they were almost always automatically converted into anger as they left her mouth. Sometimes, this anger would come out in a completely different language. It was rare to see her say what exactly was on her mind.

"Come on, Santana, we're so late to Glee club. I hope Mr. Schue doesn't mind."