Chapter 9
She really fucking hated Glee Club. Like she thought she hated it the first time around but this time... She kind of wanted to just force Mr. Shue and Finn to make out already. Because the way he kept ignoring Rachel and listening to everything the dumb boy had to say. It was driving her crazy and she was pretty sure everyone else felt the same way, even if most of the club did hate Rachel. They at least knew she had better ideas than Finn. It was time for Santana to change things.
"Mr. Shue." She spoke across Finn, ignoring the stupid look on his face. "As much as I love hearing this fat lump talk all day. Don't you think you should at least hear ideas from someone else?" The club looked at her in surprise. Since when did Santana give a shit about anything. He looked at her.
"Santana.. I do listen to other people and I personally think you are being selfish. And not to mention, rude. So apologize to Finn." He put the cap back on his marker and walked towards the club. Santana snorted.
"Excuse me., but I'm being selfish? Are you kidding me right now?" She looked around at her other club members and found Mercedes nodding at her. As if saying 'You go girl. Tell that man.' "Let's take a poll here real quick. Who here has actually been paying attention apart from Rachel?" She shot the girl a look when she blushed. She knew Rachel would be paying attention, she listened to anything. Even if that anything happened to be Finn Hudson. She prayed she wasn't falling for him already.
Mr. Shue was about to speak again, when Tina put her hand up, followed by Mercedes, Brittany, Artie and Kurt. He was lost for words and ran a hand through his overly gelled hair. He could not believe what was going on right now.
"Santana, this is going to be your only warning. Finn and I were talking and as I said before, you are being rude. One more outburst and I'll see you in Figgins Office." He uncapped his marker and returned to the board, unaware that the entire club besides Finn was glaring at the back of his head now. Santana was fuming and Rachel could feel the rage flowing from her body. She was about to stand up and slash at the mans face.
Sensing danger, Rachel laid a hand on her leg and squeezed, unaware of how hot under the collar it was making Santana. Hiding her blush, she gently laid her own hand over Rachel's and squeezed it in return. Both girls now unaware that Brittany was watching them and silently throwing a party inside her head. Sliding down a seat, she took Santana's other hand and smiled when she looked from Rachel to her.
She guessed if every club meeting went like this, she could live. Now if only a certain blonde would hurry up and join them, things would be going perfectly.
"I cannot believe him." Kurt spoke loudly, his arm looped with Mercedes who was agreeing with him. They had been the first to leave the room once Mr. Shue had dismissed them and waited by the door for Santana to exit. Startling her, when they almost jumped her at the doorway.
"Girl, that man is messed up in the head." Mercedes waved a hand at the now empty choir room. Santana gave her a small smile and nodded. "Like who is he to be calling you selfish?"
"Mer-Mercedes is right." Tina spoke up, making Santana jump. Fuck, where the hell did she come from? Rachel was standing off to the side, trying to hold back her glare as the club spoke badly about their leader. She didn't want to be mad at them but they did have a point.
"He's just in love with Finn and we all know it." Santana shrugged it off, looking back for Rachel and Brittany. Her face dropped when she caught the look on Rachel's face.
"I think you guys are being mean." She took a step forward, hiding herself behind Santana in case someone attacked. "He just doesn't see the talent he has before him and I personally liked the ideas Finn had." Oh shit, there it was. Rachel was getting hooked on Finn and Santana felt something creep up inside of her. What did they call it again? Oh yeah, jealousy.
Tina, Kurt and Mercedes all looked at her. Each one judging her words and from what Santana could tell, seriously thinking about shoving her in a locker somewhere. She knew things wouldn't stay perfect for long. She turned around on Rachel.
"Rach.. Look. What he did in there was wrong. And I for one know, that if we use those ideas, we are going to lose." She placed a hand on Rachel's shoulder, giving her a thoughtful look.
"Santana's right Rachel." Kurt stepped forward. "That man has no clue what he is doing and taking advice from Finn is a sure sign of that."
"I agree with my man." Mercedes followed after him. "And from what I heard.." She looked around before dropping her voice. "Finn doesn't even want to be in Glee club. Mr. Shue is forcing him." Rachel snorted at that one while Santana stared at the girl. How the hell did she know that?
"I doubt Mr. Shue would do that." She shot back, her inner diva coming out. A riot was about to start and Santana could feel it. "He may not be the smartest Teacher here and certainly doesn't know how to run a club that holds my kind of talent, but He's not a horrible man." And there it was, the doorway to Rachel's diva. Now all Santana needed to do was shut it and lock it for the time being.
Pulling her away from the other members, she sent an apologetic look over her shoulder and forced Rachel away from them. She wouldn't put it past them to jump the girl and shove a sock in her mouth. Which is what Kurt was actually thinking about doing.
"Look, I know you are talented and some day, they will too. But don't flaunt it around." She spoke softly, trying to get through to the girl. Rachel just stared up at her, a pain in her eyes that she had never seen before. It was as if she was trying to tell her something without actually speaking.
"You're right.." Was all Rachel said as she pushed past the girl and approached the other members. "I'll see you all tomorrow." And with that she walked away, leaving everyone baffled.
It was another meeting and another day of Mr. Shue ignoring everyone but Finn but this time, instead of Santana getting fed up, it was Rachel. She had been acting strangely all day and it was confusing the fuck out of Santana, she had never seen the girl so quiet before.
"Mr. Shue?" Rachel raised her hand, catching the man's attention. He looked up at her.
"Yes, Rachel?" He replied, pulling his stool up and taking a seat. Santana was going to burn that thing one day and laugh the entire time.
"While Finn does have some excellent ideas, I have something to add if we are going to be fully prepared for our Sectionals." She was sitting straight up, a blush creeping up on her face when Finn turned to look at her and gave her a goofy smile. Santana seethed at that. Fuck Finn!
"Okay, Go ahead." Will waved a hand, giving her permission to speak, if the Glee club wasn't already pissed at him, that did it right there.
"I think we should hold auditions for song selections. That way, everyone has an equal chance at performing and there are more than enough ideas on that board for it to be entirely possible." Well that shocked everyone, Santana included. But she still knew better, it was just her way of proving she was the best and no one else would dare go against her.
"I don't know Rachel..." Mr. Shue scratched his head, looking to Finn. The boy was about to speak when another voice entered the room.
"I agree with Rachel." Quinn spoke up, walking into the room, followed by three boys. Mike, Puck and Matt. "Glee club is about equal opportunity and if you don't allow that, then I have no problem taking this to Coach Sue, who is fully on board with destroying you." She handed him a piece of paper before taking a seat next to Brittany and crossing her hands over her lap. Mr. Shue scowled down at the paper and let out a deep breath.
"I uh.." He scanned the room and the angry faces that were looking back at him. "Okay then.. We'll hold auditions later this week and see what comes of it and Quinn..." He looked to the blonde girl. She merely gave him a shrug to let him know she was listening. "Thanks for joining us and bringing more members." He turned around, defeated at his own game and if that wasn't enough to give Santana a heart attack. The wink Quinn sent Rachel's way, did the trick.
True to his word, auditions were held on Friday and oddly enough Santana found herself waiting by the curtains for her turn. Mercedes, Kurt, Tina and Artie had performed already. Each one of them killing the songs they had picked from Mr. Shue's list and now it was just down to her and Rachel. Except Rachel had been standing on the stage now for five minutes and had yet to sing one bar. Her eyes kept drifting up to the rafters and something Santana could guess as fear, kept passing through her eyes. From time to time, she even found herself looking to rafters and becoming confused when nothing was there.
Something was seriously wrong and if she had to guess. It happened over summer break. Someone or something did terrible things to Rachel and it was now causing stage fright. This wasn't right, not right at all and Santana did the only thing she could think of. She marched out onto the stage and took Rachel's hand in hers before facing Mr. Shue out in the audience with the rest of the glee kids. She was shaking and that worried Santana even more.
"Um.. Mr. Shue, do you mind if we audition as a duet?" She asked, giving Rachel's hand a squeeze, smiling when the girl relaxed a little. He simply nodded at them and looked back down at his notepad, crossing something out and adding a new line. Santana turned to Rachel.
"You know Kesha right?" Santana whispered, pulling Rachel with her and back into the dark, away from the light. Rachel followed after and it seemed to ease her anxiety. She looked up at the taller woman.
"Yes.." She cleared her throat, gaining more confidence. "Yes, I do." She released Santana's hand, taking a step back.
"Good, just follow my lead okay? We are going to kill this fucking song." She clapped her hands together in an evil fashion and Rachel was caught between scolding the girl for swearing and laughing at her expression. Nodding towards the band, quick music began and the spot light turned to Santana.
"I have a heart. I swear I do. But just not baby, when it comes to you. I get so hungry when you say you love me." Santana started singing, Brittany making a whooping sound in the audience. She turned to look to Rachel as she continued singing and found the girl readying herself, getting the words lined up in her head. A second spot light came on and Rachel took over.
"If you know what's good for you, I think you're hot. I think you're cool. You're the kind of guy I'd stalk in school." With that line she turned to Finn and flashed him a smile, one that made Santana grab Rachel around the waist and spin her in a circle. She joined in with Rachel.
"But now that I'm famous. You're up my anus." A few kids snickered at that and Rachel looked mortified at the fact she had just sung the word anus. They continued on, their voices mixing together perfectly. "Now I'm going to eat you fool. I eat boys up. Breakfast and lunch. Then when I'm thirsty I drink their blood." Santana slid in behind Rachel and pulled her head to the side, pretending to drink her blood. It caused a flush to creep up her face as she took on the next part. The whole club now dancing in their seats.
"Carnivore, Animal. I am a Cannibal. I eat boys up, you better run. I am Cannibal." She spun in Santana's arms and came face to face with the woman. Her voice stopping in its tracks as she caught the glimmer in Santana's eyes. It was as if she wanted to kiss the girl and Rachel.. Rachel wanted to kiss her back. She was about to lean up when a voice interrupted them.
"Um.. That was good ladies." Mr. Shue spoke up, making their moment come to a crashing halt. Rachel jerked her body away from Santana's and blushed down at the ground. "Not that I really approve of the song, but your voices are good together." He started clapping, smiling when the rest of the group followed his lead. A few of them getting to their feet and hollering for more from the two girls. Giving a nervous bow Rachel bolted from the stage, leaving Santana standing there, alone.
She was just about done with drying her hair when the doorbell rang. Burrowing her brows, she threw the towel on her bed and made her way downstairs. Her family wasn't really around much anymore, so she was used to the fact of being alone. But being alone at 10 o'clock at night, with someone ringing the door bell? Santana didn't like that one bit. Leaning up to look through the peep hole, she frowned deeply and flung the door open.
"Rachel! What the hell? Did you walk here?!" She grabbed the girl and pulled her in, a little more roughly than intended. She was about to apologize when Rachel flung herself at the girl and began crying deeply into her shoulder. Not sure how to handle the situation, she awkwardly patted the girl on the back and started to walk backwards. Leading them into the living room. Rachel holding onto her for dear life.
"Rachel.. Rachel.." She tried to pull the girl away, but with each tug, Rachel held on tighter. Sighing in defeat, she backed them up to the couch and sat, not surprised when Rachel basically crawled into her lap and continued her gross sobbing. A sudden urge to protect the girl took over and Santana wrapped her arms around her and held her close. Cooing softly in her ear to get her to calm down.
After what seemed like hours, Rachel's sobbing finally began to slow into sniffles and she pulled her head away. Wiping at her red, puffy eyes. She glanced down at Santana's shoulder and cringed, it was soaked with her tears and also very bare. She pulled away even further and took in the full sight of Santana. She was sitting there, in nothing but a tank top and Cheerio shorts, with her arms wrapped around her waist and eyes filed with concern.
"Sorry..." She mumbled, pulling away from Santana completely and curling up on the far side of the couch. Santana hated when she did that, it made her look so small and helpless. She turned to face the girl.
"Are you okay?" She asked, draping an arm across the back of the couch and keeping her eyes on Rachel. The smaller girl wiped at her nose and nodded. Santana didn't buy that for a second and rolled her eyes. "Bullshit, you don't just walk 8 miles to my house then jump me and cry all over me, if something wasn't wrong. Now spill." She gave Rachel a hard look, one that actually got through to her.
"I saw two people die..." She whispered into her legs, pulling them close to her body. Santana almost had to lean forward to hear her. "At camp.. I saw.. I saw.." Her lip quivered, a sign that more crying was about to happen. Holding back her urge to shake the girl silly, Santana slid over and pulled Rachel's legs away from her body and began massaging them. It seemed to be working as Rachel took a deep breath and leaned back into the couch.
"There was this girl.. Gale." She swallowed thickly, relaxing under Santana's touch. "She was the only friend I had at camp and she always looked out for me.." She closed her eyes, sinking even further into the couch. "And she was always fighting with this girl.. Abigail."
"I take it this Abigail was a bitch." Santana replied, gently squeezing the top of her legs. Rachel nodded, opening up her brown eyes and glancing to Santana.
"She wasn't nice. I just think she was misunderstood." She sighed, looking away again. "But she hated me and caught me one day in the woods." She shivered, a feeling that Santana didn't like. "She broke my microphone then knocked me out. Thank god Gale had found me or I probably would have been carried off by a bear." Santana scowled, working her way up Rachel's legs.
"Bitch.." She spat under her breath. She didn't know if Rachel heard her or not, but at this point, she really didn't care.
"Well.. after that, she had pretty much left me alone. Until.." She paused, letting out a yawn, starting to feel warm and relaxed from Santana's touch. "Until I landed the lead in the Camp play. She didn't take it very well and I'm guessing she was waiting up in the rafters for my solo." Santana paused, everything was making sense now. Now she knew why Rachel kept glancing up there. "And Gale followed her to stop her.." She sat up suddenly, surprising the girl.
"Rachel...?" Santana asked quietly, her hands laying still on her legs. Rachel took in a shuddering breath and locked their eyes together.
"They both fell Santana. They fell and landed on stage. I saw them die.. And I just can't.. I can't." She broke down again and Santana instantly pulled her into her body.
Never in a million years would she think she would be the one holding Rachel as she cried. Or even letting Rachel come this close to her while she was crying. But things changed for a reason and she guessed, if she was allowing this to happen. She was doing something right. And doing something right, never made her heart hurt so much before. It hurt for Rachel, throbbed painfully as the girl let out all her feelings and despair and Santana took it all in. Holding her tightly, she ran a soothing hand down her back and whispered soft words in her ear.
"Come on Rach.. Let's get you to bed." She gently spoke, her heart pounding heavily now. "We can talk about this later. Okay?" She pulled back from the girl and gave a small smile when Rachel nodded at her.
They were a silent pair as they climbed the stairs and made their way into Santana's bedroom. Guiding her to the bed, she pulled the blanket back and helped Rachel get under them before turning around and shutting her door. Not that her mom would really mind a friend sleeping over, it just made her feel safe. Turning off the overhead light, she crossed the room and slipped in next to Rachel.
She never thought it would feel this awkward, having Rachel sleeping in a bed next to her. Sure they had had sleep overs before, but it was always with Brittany and Quinn. Never just the two of them. She nearly jumped when Rachel moved next to her and curled into her side, her head resting on her shoulder. She didn't know what compelled her to do so, but Santana slipped an arm around her and gently rubbed her arm.
"Thank you..." Was all Rachel said before her breathing evened out and she drifted off to sleep.
Santana didn't sleep that night. And the thought of it, would never even bother her.
Brittany was lost for words when she slowly bounced her way down the hall. She just knew that her dream was right from the moment she woke up and found her left sock missing. Why things like that set exciting feelings off in her? The people of Lima may never know, but she knew one person who did. And that one person was currently standing by her locker and talking to an overly excited Rachel.
"I knew it." Brittany bounced once more and landed next to the two girls. Santana looked over her shoulder and matched Brittany's eyes. They had a sparkle in them. One that Santana was glad to see.
"Knew what B?" She asked, closing her locker and turning to face her friend. Rachel scooted closer to her, a sight that made the Blonde beam and clap her hands. Santana was staring to become scared now. She had only ever seen Brittany like this once before, and that was when Santana figured out that she was gay. It was as if Brittany knew the whole time and was fighting to keep it a secret from her.
"That you two would like each other. My dream spoke to me." She leaned forward and whispered the last part. Santana swallowed and pushed herself off the lockers. If Brittany was dreaming about them... Then she was right. All of her dreams oddly came true.
"Well of course I like Santana, Brittany. She's my..." Rachel paused, glancing sideways. "Friend. Just like how you're my friend." Santana looked at the smaller girl. Why the hell would she paused in saying that? Santana narrowed her eyes and began reading Rachel's body language. She had become very good at that recently and from the way Rachel had slouched a little, she knew it was insecurities coming to the surface.
"No..." Brittany sang as they started off down the hallway. "You like like each other and I think it's cute." Santana groaned, stopping in her tracks. Brittany was right but did she have to say it right when Quinn walked up to them. She heard a small squeak from Rachel when Brittany wrapped an arm around her waist and hugged her tightly.
"What was that Brittany?" Quinn stopped in front of them, hands on her hips in the good old Quinn Queen bitch Fabray fashion. There was a war going on inside of her right now, and new Quinn was winning.
Funny how you can sense danger right away if the problem presents itself. And Brittany was about to add to that danger.
"San and Rach like each other." She pulled back from the hug she was giving a now blushing Rachel. The girl straightened out her clothing and slid off to the side. Quinn's face hardened as her eyes scanned over the group. Rachel was off to the side and blushing like mad, Brittany was in the middle, bouncing on her feet and Santana was staring right back at her. Daring her to even think about opening her mouth.
"Huh.. Interesting.." Quinn's lips slowly formed into a smirk. Flicking her pony tail, she pushed right past Santana without another word. Turning around to say something to the blonde, her eyes caught a situation that she thought would not happen.
Quinn walked right up to Finn and gave him the fakest kiss she had ever seen. And after that kiss and trying not to throw up at the look on Finn's face, she noticed how her eyes traveled over to Puck. There was a shit storm coming and Santana was fresh out of Umbrellas.
"Can I talk to you?" Quinn cornered Santana after practice. She had been sending the girl looks all through out it and the brunette was glad that she had finally stopped. Grabbing her bag, Santana stood from the bench and shrugged.
"Sure, why not Blondie." She pulled the bag over her shoulder and stared at her friend. If Quinn was willing to try and talk to her, then she was willing to listen.
"Are you... Gay?" She whispered the last part, her eye's checking the room for any unwanted visitors. She was fidgeting with the hem of her Cheerios skirt, a give away sign that she was battle some inner demons. Santana raised a brow.
"Would it matter if I was? I doubt that would change your mind on anything." She turned on her heel, feeling a headache coming on. She was almost to the door when she felt a pair of hands grab onto her and turn her around.
Next thing Santana remembered was being pushed up against the wall and Quinn pressing their lips together. Honestly, what does one do when something like that happens? A normal person would either just wait it out or push the other person away. But Santana wasn't a normal person, she was reliving her life and to her, that meant anything but normal.
Her bag dropping to the floor, Santana returned the kiss after a few seconds. Her hands making their way to Quinn's hips, she pulled the girl flat up against her and let out a moan of arousal. She remembered the first time she had kissed Quinn and tell you what. It was nothing like this. The first time around, she went slow and was sloppy. Something that was quickly fixed after a few make-out sessions. But this.. this was new to Santana, and she be damned that she loved the female body so much.
Moving her hands down lower on Quinn's hips, she let out another moan when Quinn leaned into her more. Too bad that was going to be the end of that. Leaning in, Quinn brought her hands up to grab Santana's top and slammed her roughly against the wall. Knocking the wind from the other girl.
"Oh my god.." The blonde pulled away, her hands falling to the sides and forming a fist. She was shaking, hard. And even though Santana was kind of pissed about being manhandled like that, she still found herself worrying about her friend. "Oh my god!" Quinn repeated, taking another step away from Santana, this time avoiding her eyes.
"Quinn.. I-"
"No! Just... No Santana!" She screamed, throwing her fists around like a five year old. "I cannot believe... This is just... So.."
"Fucked up?" Santana offered, not even flinching at the glare she was receiving right now. Fuck Quinn was all she could think about right now. Fuck her for starting the kissing then backing out like a pussy. She was just going to pick up her bag and walk away. No need for another fight.
"How could you let that happen?" Quinn asked, shocking Santana for a second. The brunette was about to reply when she noticed Quinn wasn't even talking to her. She was just standing there, with her eyes closed and rolling her cross necklace between her fingers. And Santana being Santana, knew that that was time to leave. Religious Quinn was never her favorite. For obvious reasons.
Quietly picking her bag up, she crept over to the door and slipped around it. Making sure it didn't bounce back on its hinges and alert the blonde. Once she was clear of the doorway, she took off running down the hall and never looked back. All she wanted was to reach her car before being assaulted again. In any way, shape or form.
Skidding around the corner, she flew into the wall with a hiss as she nearly knocked Brittany off her feet and flat on her ass. Clutching at her shoulder, she tried to slow her breath as Brittany gasped and rushed to her side.
"Santana! Are you alright? You know only ghost can pass through walls.. Right?" She gently touched the girl, making sure not to come anywhere near her shoulder. Santana gave a rough chuckle, followed almost instantly by pain, and dropped to the floor. She was pretty sure she had broken something, or at least dislocated her shoulder.
"Yeah B.. Just a bump." She gave her the best smile she could muster. If there was one thing she hated more than lying to Brittany, it was showing her own pain in front of the girl. She was never really good at that sort of thing with Brittany. Partly because Brittany always knew how she was feeling, so why bother explain herself, right?
"Don't lie. Your eyes give it away." The blonde simply stated. It was creepy how normal she sounded when she gave out short, simple replies like that. "I know you are hurt Santana. Come on." She held out her hand and grabbed her good arm. Helping her to feet, Brittany wrapped her arm around Santana's waist and towards the Nurses office.
"I'm fine. Really. Just need some ice is all." She tried to pull away from the girl and was surprised when Brittany actually glared at her.
"Shut that cute little mouth of yours. And let me help okay. It's the least you can do, to make up for all the lying going on right now." She continued to help the girl down the hall, a question nagging at the back of her mind. "Why do you smell like Quinn?" Santana stumbled, tripping over her own feet.
"I uh.. What do you mean?" She winced when she jerked away from Brittany. The pain in her shoulder growing with each passing moment. Brittany stared her down and began invading her personal space. Her nose going crazy as she started sniffing her friend around the neck and face.
Santana was trying to swat her away, but being one arm down and in a lot of pain, it was kind of useless at this point. Brittany would find out either now or later, and now just seemed like the better option. It was just hard trying not to laugh or kiss the girl when she sniffed her lips and pulled back with an enormous smile. One that melted away into confusion.
"That's not right.." Brittany muttered, wrapping her arm back around Santana's waist and pulling her back down the hall. "Why would Quinn kiss you..."
"Cuz she's fucking crazy.." Santana muttered, her energy starting to fade. She just really wanted to lay down, with some pain killers as her friends. Brittany clicked her tongue.
"It's just so strange... Not how my dream went at all." They had reached the office by now, with Brittany leading the way, she pushed the door open and helped Santana inside. Leading her over to one of the beds, she helped Santana sit and reached for her phone. Santana was curious now, she wanted to know exactly what did happen in Brittany's dream.
"Did you dream that I would break my arm? Because a heads up would have been nice." She gritted her teeth as she laid back and let her body rest. Taking the seat next to her and hitting speed dial, Brittany linked their fingers together and held Santana's hand.
"Nope, didn't dream that either. So strange.. Hey Mrs. L!" She replied and then chirped with too much energy. "No, I'm fine. Yes, it was very nice thank you." Santana snorted, sometimes she felt like her mother loved her friends more than her. Or maybe was just always nice to Brittany because she thought she was special. Either way it was ridiculous and funny at the same time. "Mrs. L? Yeah, um I think Santana broke her arm. She was trying to pass through a wall and it didn't work out that great. "
Santana sat up quickly, ignoring the pain in her arm and snatched the phone away from a surprised Brittany. Shooing the girl back with her good arm, she shot her a glare and spoke into the phone.
"Ma? Yeah, I'm alright." She bit at her lip once she remembered how quickly she ha sat up. That was not a good feeling at all. "No I was not trying to run through walls." She groaned, shooting a look sideways. "Could you just come and get me please? I'm sure Dad will know what to do. Okay.. Bye." She handed the phone back over and sighed softly. Brittany gave her a small pout.
"Are you really okay? Like honestly.. Trust me please.."
The way Brittany sounded pulled at Santana's heart. It was like she was crushed, that Santana would not talk to her. But then again, she really had not talked to Brittany that much. She had become so emerged in Quinn and Rachel, that she nearly forgot that Brittany was messed up too. Seeking out for her hand, she smiled when Brittany laced their fingers again.
"It hurts. A lot. My shoulder hurts. My head hurts. And I just want to sleep." She closed her eyes, letting Brittany play with her fingers. "And punch Quinn." She muttered the last part, cursing the girl.
"Don't do that please. You know I don't like violence." Brittany replied. "I just think Quinn is lost. We all get a little lost a one point. I get lost all the time but it doesn't really bother me that much. It's an adventure every time." She smiled, inspecting Santana's hands. She always loved her hands. "An maybe it's an adventure for Quinn too.. She's just misplaced her compass or something."
Santana nodded, rolling Brittany's words around in her head. The girl may speak like she's special, or in riddles half the time. But if you became fluent enough in Brittany, you could pick out those smart moments and when they happened. It was like spotting a magical creature before it hid again.
"Too right you are Brittany."
Santana was glad to be home, in her bed and doped up on painkillers. Thank god her Dad was a doctor and knew exactly what to do. He took one look at her shoulder and knew she had just popped it a little, not even completely out. And all it took was for Santana to swallow a couple of pills and let her Dad pull and push on it a bit. Sure it had hurt when he managed to find the sweet spot and pop the bone back in, but now, now she was drooling into her pillow. Hanging somewhere between sleep and awake.
She didn't remember turning the TV on, or how she had even gotten into her bed. All she knew was that she felt fantastic and whatever the hell she was watching. Reminded her of Rachel, probably because it was a musical playing. Laughing suddenly out of nowhere, she raised her good arm and patted around for her phone. Giggling again when she managed to find it and flipped it open.
A few rings passed.
"Hello?" Rachel's voice came through the speaker. Santana giggled again. "Santana?"
"Never guess what I'm watching Berry." She spoke, her words slurring together and sounding slow in her brain.
"A documentary on the side affects of illegal drugs?" Rachel hummed in reply, stopping Santana short. Even in her stone state, she knew that was a good one.
"Nice, but no... It's you're favorite movie of all time." Rachel gasped, then snorted into the phone.
"Oh please Santana, I would actually believe it if you were watching something involving drugs or violence. But there is nothing in this world that would make you watch Funny Girl."
"A dislocated shoulder and painkillers might do the trick." She slurred again, dropping her phone so she could search for her remote. Staring at it for a moment, she managed to find the right end and turned the volume up. Dropping her remote, she picked her phone back up to find Rachel had been talking the entire time.
"..And how did you dislocate your shoulder? Are you okay? Santana? Where are you? Oh my goodness."
"Rach.. Shut up and listen. I am fucked up and watching your movie. See." She held the phone out, allowing her phone to pick up the sounds of chatter coming from the movie. She heard a faint squeal from her phone and returned it too her ear. "Told you..." She yawned, snuggling further down into her blankets.
"Well, I'm at least glad you are okay. Judging by the sounds of it, you might need to sleep. So I'll let you go but call me when you wake up." She spoke the last part as if it was a demand and Santana chuckled lightly.
"How about you just keep talking then you never have to hang up?" She yawned again, her eyes starting to close. "Tell me anything you want."
"I think I like drugged Santana more than the real one."
"Rude" Santana muttered, before drifting off to sleep, her hand slipping from the phone and head falling to the side.
