She's Worth It ch. 9
For about a week I've been dragging Santana to my Creative Writing class because lately she's been scribbling in a couple of notebooks although I haven't the slightest clue what she's writing about but it doesn't matter. I figure that the Latina could use the class to further expand on her writing as it seem to click things into place for her although she still refuse to tell Rachel what she's writing about which I find funny watching her attempt to find out. Right now I'm free of classes with thing to do with the jazz singer sitting on the bay window seat with a notebook sitting on her lap, writing for most of the morning before suggesting that we get out to get some air. Santana looks up for a moment before agreeing, seeming frustrated with her writing as she sets the notebook down then slipping on her shoes on, following out the door as a warm breeze flows through the city.
With no particular destination in mind, we just wonder around the street while taking in the sights as I look at the Latina to see an easy going smile as this is the first time that I've seen such carefree expression since she started living with us. Thinking about the time that we found her outside of our apartment that day, I couldn't help feeling angry and ready to beat up whoever hurt my friend like that because she didn't deserve any of that. I feel like I should've pressed her for more information on the bastard but I had promised that I wouldn't go after her or do anything stupid although the further that the jazz singer's away from her abuser the better. As we continue to walk around, the skin on the back of neck prickles almost like someone's watching us and I discreetly look around to see nothing out of the ordinary or anyone suspicious looking at us more than necessary.
Santana and I grab some hotdogs from a street vendor with all the trimmings when I notice that we're close to NYADA before looking at my watch to see that the tiny diva should be getting out of class soon. The two of us make our way towards the performing arts school towards the dance studio that the petite singer's class was residing in to peek in through the open door to hear the dance instructor berating my girlfriend who look like she was the verge of tears pissing me the hell off. Before I could make a move to defend Rachel, the Latina beats me to the punch as she angrily strides into the room like a hurricane while cutting the dancer teacher down at the knees who looks a little terrified. The tiny diva blocks the jazz singer from her teacher while gently guiding her out of the room before she could do any more to the scared lecturer then hugs her without a second thought.
The jazz singer's anger quickly dissipates, returning the hug while knowing that it was needed before letting go as the petite singer looks at me with gentle smile as she pulls me into a hug, happy to see me as I was to see her. I wish that I could've gotten a word or two to the blonde bimbo that thought that she could insult my girlfriend like she's too insufficient to be taught as I don't understand why she was allowed to teach her. It's one thing to push your students so they can tap into their potential but it's another to verbally abuse them to the point of tears as Rachel's been through enough bullshit from other people and doesn't need to take it from her own teachers. That bitch's messing with the wrong tiny brunette. I'm glad that Santana feels the same way, fiercely protecting her friend although a part of me thinks that she saw a part of herself in the situation, wanting to change the outcome for once.
The tiny diva asks why the both of us decide to visit her at school as the Latina says that it was a spur of the moment thing nonchalantly before asking who was that bitchy instructor inside. The smaller brunette sigh dejectedly explaining how Cassandra has been on her case since the start of the year, singling her out in particular which pisses me because I hadn't a clue that this was going on and mad at myself for not noticing. I wanted to go back in there to knock some sense into Ms. July's head and what happens when you mess with the people that I care about as the Latina seemingly has the same idea, making a move for the dance studio only to be stopped by tiny hands around our wrists. Rachel assure us that she's fine as she doesn't want either of us catching a case and getting arrested because of her as the jazz singer and I look at each other, sighing annoyed because there was nothing that we could really do if the tiny diva isn't willing to speak up.
We walk out of the school, just enjoying each other's company for awhile before someone calls out Santana's name as she looks around for the source of it to see a Asian woman in gothic style clothing pushing a nerdy looking guy in a wheelchair. The Latina looks shocked for a moment before pulling the woman in for hug then ruffling the guy's hair affectionately follow by a hug as the three talk as the tanned woman smiles happily when it dawns on me that she knows these two. The jazz singer introduces us to her friend now known as Artie and Tina who she was in a band with previously as the Artie asks if she's still singing which she answers that she does occasionally but misses perfuming with the band. The goth asks if she would still be interested in singing with the two of them along with some guy names Puck although the one of the original member had got kicked out because his ego got in the way of the music.
Santana looks surprise by the offer, biting her lip nervously as she considers it but that's when Rachel steps in, gently encouraging her because she knows how much the band meant to her and it's what she's meant to do. The Latina agrees as Artie and Tina couldn't look happier before thanking the tiny diva for her help before the goth gives her friend the address where they're staying and where they would be practicing at. Santana decide to catch up with her friends/band mates and I'm happy for her finding something that's making her happy as I take the petite singer's hand in my own as she rests her head on my shoulder.
"I think that this could be good for Santana" Rachel said smiling.
"I do too and it could set her life in the right direction" I said kissing the top of her head.
Once again, I'm getting the feeling that someone's watching us but when I look around, I don't see anything out of the norm as I can't shake this sneaking feeling that something's going to happen. Maybe it's just my imagination. Rachel and I walk around Central Park for a little bit, wrapping my arm around her shoulder to hold close as I wonder how I manage to get so lucky to have someone as wonderful and amazing as her in my life. I'm thankful for everyday that I spend with her, holding her in my arms or waking up every morning to her beautiful face as we're no different from any other couple, having good days and bad days although the good ones outweigh the bad. The tiny diva accepts me for me, loving me despite my numerous faults as there's nowhere that I would rather be than by her side, helping her to achieve her dream on Broadway which is only a matter of time before it happens.
"What are you thinking about?" Rachel asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"You and how lucky I am to be with you" I said smiling.
"I was thinking the exact same thing and how much I love you" Rachel said pecking me on the lips. "I never thought that I would find someone that makes me feel so complete"
"I feel the same way"
"Rehearsals are going well and I think that this might be my best performance to date" Rachel said excitedly. "How are your lectures going? Not too tough are they?"
"No complainants yet and my classes are going well. I really like my Film and Motion critic course, it's really giving me some insight what the directors were going for or trying to express"
"So quite interesting and I think that I might sit one day but please don't overwork yourself because I know that when you really get into something that it's difficult to pull you out of it"
"Just like a certain someone I know" I tease with a knowing smirk.
"I have no idea of who or what you are referring to" Rachel huffs.
"Of course you don't, babe"
"I take offence by your insinuation"
"Oh I thought that you didn't know what I was referring to but you know that I'm only teasing" I said nuzzling. "You know how much I love riling you up. You get all huffy, stomping your foot and it's adorable"
"You're a jerk, Quinn Fabray" Rachel said rolling her eyes.
"But I'm your jerk" I chuckle.
"That you are, that you are and I wouldn't have you any other way"
We did a little window shopping before deciding to call it a day, returning back to our apartment as I look through the refrigerator to see what I want to make for dinner, settling on making spaghetti with homemade sauce that my Grandmother taught me. By the time that I had the sauce going, I hear the front door opening and closing to see Santana walking with a smile on her face and I could tell that she had a good day out with her band mates. I could the conversations that she was having with Rachel as it seems that the trio fell into old habits, talking about music before having an impromptu jam session like old times as I put the garlic bread in the oven. It was another twenty minutes before the food was place on the table and the two brunette engorging themselves as they continue to talk about their day as I could get used to have these two happy and healthy.
"So how long before we get to see you and the band perform?" Rachel asked popping a garlic bread in her mouth.
"It might be awhile since we're thinking for looking for another guitarist. Maybe expanding into other genres of music but I would've thought that they wouldn't want me back after I had quit" Santana said looking down at her plate. "But they're not holding it against me and without What's-His-Face, I think that we have a better chance of actually getting stuff done and making music"
"Was your former band mate that bad?" I asked frowning slightly.
"He would throw hissy fits when he didn't get his way. It was like watching an overgrown man-child throw a tantrum" Santana scoffs, rolling her eyes. "Considering that he was the oldest outta all of us, it was kinda pathetic"
"Wow, just wow. I have had plenty of diva moments in my youth but that's sad to hear" Rachel said shaking her head.
"Yeah, you would know all about diva storm outs" I tease.
"Oh hush you" Rachel said flicking a piece of garlic bread at me.
~Nicole The Dragon Rider signing off
End of ch. 9
