Chapter 9
"Hey, San?"
I look up from the magazine I was flipping through to see an excited Dave sitting across from me.
"What's up, kid?"
"Well…there's a school dance coming up…" I put my hands up, cutting Dave off.
"Dave, buddy, I'm too old for you. Plus," I pat my legs. "I can't shake it like I use to. But thanks. I'm flattered." Dave stares at me for a few seconds before snorting with laughter.
"Nice one, San." He giggles, straightening back up. "If didn't have Sugar, I would defiantly be heartbroken if I couldn't take you to the dance."
"Aww. Tear." I pretend to wipe a tear from under my eye.
"Anyway…So I want to take Sugar to the dance."
"Um...okay?" I'm confused. I thought that Dave and Sugar have been made their relationship official. So of course he would be taking Sugar to the dance. "So what's the problem?"
"I don't know how to ask her."I frown again. "I want it to be exciting and…and romantic." I can't help but roll my eye, smiling at the same time. This kid.
"Why? She's your girlfriend. Isn't there some unspoken rule that you go to these things together?" I don't remember any guy or girl that I had been with making some big romantic plans to ask me to a dance. We would just see a flyer and asks if the other person wanted to go or skip it. That's it.
"Rachel said you shouldn't just assume anything." Dave starts with a very serious look on his face. "She said asking Sugar in a more romantic way would make it special. Rachel said girls like things like that."
"Oh" I smile. "Well, I'm not good at stuff like that. Maybe you should ask Rachel what to do. It seems like she has better advice about things like that."
"I will." Dave pauses and gets a thoughtful look on his face. "You think Noah would have a good idea?"
"No." I didn't even have to think about that question at all. "Noah was always good with getting the girls. Not keeping them."
"What about Quinn? She married him." Dave frowns.
"Quinn's just confused. She'll get over him soon." I joke. "No but seriously…I think Q's the only girl he didn't run off." They both laugh.
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Rachel: What are you doing right now? Are you at home?
I read the text message. Rachel hadn't text me all day. I mean…I seen her earlier when she came to pick up Dave. We chatted for a couple of minutes while Dave got his stuff together to leave. I just think it's weird how this is the first message I've gotten from her all day. Every since our day in the park together, Rachel has been texting me every day. We talk about random stuff or how our day went. Nothing too serious. Rachel hasn't brought up the museum again. I think she took my hesitancy for a no to her question. But a part of me believes she didn't. Dave said Rachel doesn't believe in assuming, so I'm just waiting for her to bring it back up.
Rachel even attended Monday breakfast with me, Quinn and my mom. She didn't act different towards me in any kind of way. It's kind of freaking me out. I mean…if she became distant then I would at least know how she felt. But she doesn't do anything differently. Just the same bubbly personality.
Santana: I'm at home watching TV with my dad.
I respond to her message before sitting my phone on my lap. I look back at the TV and Snooki is falling down drunk. My dad is in tears laughing. It makes me smile. Jersey Shore is my dad's guilty pleasure. We always watch this show together.
"Well," My dad turns to me when the show is over. "Let me go do the dishes before your mom makes me sleep on the couch tonight." He pats my shoulder when he walks by.
I start to watch the next show that comes on but then I start to wonder why Rachel hasn't texted me back. I look down at my lap and see my phone. I pick it up and see that I have four missed messages and a missed phone call. All from Rachel.
I look at the time of the missed call and see it's from two minutes ago. I sigh. I didn't feel my phone vibrate because it was sitting on my left leg. My leg that I cannot feel.
I let out a frustrated sigh and check my missed text.
Rachel: That sounds fun. Daughter and father time
Rachel: What time does your program end? Do you think I can stop by?
Rachel: Santana?
Rachel: Hey I know you haven't answered but I'm coming over anyway. I'll be there in ten.
After reading the last text message she sent, I pocket my cell phone. I push myself up using my arms and transfer my body back into my wheelchair. After unlocking my chair, I wheel myself to the front door. I roll onto the front porch. I watch as Rachel walks up the sidewalk leading to my house.
Once she gets onto the porch she grins down at me. "Hi."
"Hey." I say quietly. "What are you doing here so late?" Not that I'm not happy to see her but it is almost ten at night.
"I just really wanted to see you. And give you these…" I'm just now realizing she had her right hand behind her back this whole time. When her hand comes out of hiding, she presents a bouquet of flowers.
"What…" My mouth goes dry. "Rachel…what are these for?"
"You don't like them?" Rachel's voice sounds unusually uncertain.
"No!" I try to get my thought together. "I…I like them. You're sweet. Thank you." That huge smile I'm use to covers her face once more.
"Good." Rachel walks over and sits on the porch swing. I will myself over to her.
"So…" I break into the silence. We've just been staring at each other for the past two minutes.
"The main reason I came over here was to invite you to the museum again." She grabs my right hand. "Come on, the museum is fun, educational and…and just…will you please go with me?"
"I…" Rachel shakes her head.
"Santana, may I be blunt?" My eyes go wide but I nod anyway. "I think you are smart, beautiful, mysterious, interesting, annoying, frustrating and scared…" She starts with a smile.
"Whoa…I thought you were trying to convince me to go with you?" I frown once her description takes a turn for the worst.
"I like you." She just blurts out. "And I think you like me too."
"You do?" I say ducking my head.
"Yea, I do." She says taking her free hand to push my chin up. "But I don't want to just assume." I chuckle. "What?"
"Nothing."
"Okay." She rolls her eyes. "So?"
"I guess I'll see you Friday."
TBC
a/n: Ooooh a date! What do you guys think?
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