Chapter 7

The rest of the week went by slowly. Santana and Rachel had arranged to meet up at the weekend to go over their song choices, since then though Rachel had taken to avoiding the latina as much as possible. Instead, putting all her focus into her school work. Santana on the other hand had tried to find the smaller brunette, and talk to her to no avail. It seemed, to Santana, that Rachel had some sort of radar that let her know when she was approaching.

Santana was getting frustrated, she knew that after what had happened in the auditorium on Monday that they would have to talk. She knew that she had made a mistake in thinking that Rachel felt anything other than friendship towards her. She concluded that if a friend was all that she got out of Rachel, she would just have to be happy and live with it, as best she could. The only thing that did brighten her ever darkening mood was the knowledge that the diva had not been attacked, verbal or otherwise, since she had marked her as protected.

Throughout the week Rachel had been avoiding the head cheerleader as best she could. She knew that once the weekend came that they would have to talk, but had promised herself that she wouldn't bring up Monday's incident. She knew that she would have to be alone with Santana. It did not stop the feelings of nervous excitement or the prickling of fear that she felt each time she thought about the different outcomes to the meeting.

Come Friday both girls still had not had a proper conversation, despite Santana's numerous failed attempts at cornering Rachel. Just before glee started Santana used the luck she had been given, seeing Berry coming down the hallway, heading directly towards her. In another stroke of pure luck, Santana was standing beside a classroom, which was empty, on account of the fact that most of the student body had gone home for the weekend.

As Rachel continued down the corridor, she suddenly felt someone reach out and grab her right arm, before effectively dragging her into an empty classroom. Once she was free of her supposed 'attacker', she spun on her heel preparing to confront whoever it was. Through upon seeing exactly who it was the speech she was mentally preparing, died on her lips.

"I'm going to be late for glee." Rachel had stuck to the rules she had set herself all week, minimal contact, was best. Trying to move around Santana to leave the room was proving difficult, cutting off any hope she had of escaping.

"Berry, you've been avoiding me all week. Who cares if you're late, like, once for glee?"

"Evidently I care, for me this is more than a bit of fun, unlike some people, it actually means something to me. So if you will excuse me, Santana, but I must be going."

"Oh no, we are not leaving until you tell me why you've been dodging me."

"I do not have to give you an answer. I don't ever recall being accountable to you, in any way for the decisions that I choose to make."

"You won't tell me that, then tell me why you kissed me back, on Monday?"

Rachel paused she had no answer to that question it had blind sighted her, ok she did have an answer it just was not one that she was willing to admit just yet, to Santana. "As I have already said I am not accountable to you."

"I don't care if you are 'accountable' or whatever too me" Santana was getting frustrated, even though she liked the girl, she could still be as annoying as hell. "I deserve to know why. You owe me that much."

"I don't owe you anything. Please just let me leave." Their voices where rising as the tension rouse. At this point they were both close to shouting.

"Answer the damn question then."

"It was just a kiss. It happens between two people, everyday"

"I know what a kiss is. You know I have had them before." Santana growled.

"I doesn't mean anything, it was just something that happened."

"You do know that, I know you're lying, don't you. Nobody kiss someone back like that for no reason."

"I LIKE YOU, THERE HAPPY NOW. I like you ok."

"Very happy, thank you." Santana couldn't stop the smile that lit up her face if she tried. She knew that she had had to back the dive into a corner, but she concluded that it was worth it. Now maybe they could talk.

Rachel on the other hand knew that she shouldn't have said anything, the moment the words slipped through her lips. She knew that, in admitting that she liked the cheerio, meant everything got more complicated. Rachel just knew that even though they liked each other, I did not under any circumstances meant that it had to go anywhere, because if it did she knew that it would just mean more trouble. "Santana, this cannot happen. Us together we cannot happen."

"Why? Rachel, what are you afraid of?"

"We wouldn't work. You are the popular head cheerleader, and I am the school's resident target. I'm not afraid, but we are too different."

"You know what I don't care what they think, I like you, that's all that matters. Who gives a shit about the people in this school when, soon we'll be out of here. And you know if you give us a chance you might find out that we aren't so different after all."

With Santana's pleading it was wearing Rachel's resolve. She knew that she shouldn't be giving in to her attraction to the taller brunette, yet she couldn't help herself. "Ok, you get a chance. But you only get one Santana. You mess up once, and that is it ok."

"Yes ok. I swear to you Rach, I won't mess up. I promise, you won't regret this." With that Santana stepped aside and opened the door for Rachel.