Fic: Leave Me Alone I'm Lonely
Chapter 10: You Never Asked
Author: JR Boone
Rating: M for strong sexual themes and violence. Also I have the mouth of a sailor so every other word is a curse usually.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or anything having to do with it. I wish I did. LOL that would be awesome. It would be like The L Word only musical.
Author's Note: First thing is first. I don't have a beta so my bad for any major mistakes. I totally need one though so if anyone wants to hit me up please.
Second thing is second. I'm currently backpacking through Europe and have had all my money stolen (I'm in London right now if anyone has a couch) so I am basically very much homeless so have patience with me. I have this entire story laid out on paper already but I can't promise that I'll update it super regularly. But I will try my hardest to not wait too long between updates. But I do have a layout with roughly 60 chapters laid out, so we'll see how it goes.
Third thing is third. I am like Rachel Berry whereas she needs applause to live, I need reviews to write. So you review I go faster with this. Awesome huh?
Santana was fucking cold as shit, groaning she lifted her head and cracked an eye to take in her surroundings. She let her head fall back down when she realized that she had fallen asleep on Rachel's couch last night instead of dragging herself into the guest room. Moving to sit up she was pushed back down rather forcefully as a small deceptively strong arm wrapped around her midsection and tightened.
Santana rolled her eyes when she glanced over her shoulder and realized Rachel had also passed out on the couch as well, the tiny girl was holding on to her for dear life shivering lightly. Twisting her body around in the vice like grip she moved to her back and glared out the French door at the downpour of rain that hadn't seemed to lighten up at all.
Reaching up the couch she pulled down the throw blanket and tossed it over their bodies as Rachel shifted and put her head on Santana's shoulder. "More sleep," she grunted out closing her eyes tightly.
"Hell yah more sleep," Santana grumbled wrapping her arm around the girl, not caring about the intimate position they were in, only caring that Rachel lying on top of her was like the best fucking heating blanket in the world.
"Good. Comfy." Rachel grunted falling back to sleep instantly.
Santana just nodded and closed her eyes, pulling the blanket over their heads and falling back to sleep herself.
Santana woke up about two hours later when she felt a weight shift over her body. She moved to sit up and suddenly saw stars in her vision as her head smacked hard against something right above her face.
"Son of a bitch!" Santana yelled out almost at the same time Rachel yelled out "Fucking hell!"
Opening her eyes and holding her forehead she looked up at Rachel who was straddling waist and her rubbing her own head. "What the fuck Berry?" She asked scowling up at the girl.
"Excuse me for trying to get up without waking you," Rachel said holding her hand back and expecting it for blood. "Seriously Santana do you have a metal plate or something hiding in there?"
Santana laughed in spite of the situation and rubbed her forehead, happy that the dull ache was starting to abate. "No that's where I keep my razor blades," she said smirking.
"That's a good as a place as any," Rachel said looking down at the girl. "Well I guess we're both away now anyways."
"Ain't that the fuckin truth?" Santana said suddenly very aware or Rachel's body pressing against her midsection. Not one to miss and opportunity to continue with the flirty banter that had been passing between them, Santana smirked down at their joined centers. "So Berry I was thinking since you're already there, mind moving down and forwards a bit. It would really wake me up."
Rachel looked down and then chuckled rolling her eyes. "Sorry Santana," she said swinging her leg over and dismounting the taller brunette. "You're gonna have to stick to coffee this morning."
"Oh come on Berry," Santana said laughing and sitting up. "I'm fairly certain that you're like the best part of waking up."
"You Santana Lopez are shameless," Rachel said laughing as she began to pick through the shopping bags by the door to find and outfit for the day.
"You know you love it!" Santana laughed joining her next to the shopping bags.
"Whatever," Rachel said holding up a T-Shirt and yanking off the tag. "Now please hurry up, I'm completely ravenous and need proper nourishment if I'm expected to keep up with you." Standing up she started heading for the stairs and yelled over her shoulder, "there is a shower in the guest bedroom down there if you need to use it."
"Already thinking of ways to get me naked Berry!" Santana yelled up the stairs laughing as she ducked into the guest bedroom.
Three hours later found the girls bickering over cereal choices as they pushed a cart to the front of the checkout line and started unloading the groceries on the conveyer belt. "Hey Rachel," a strong feminine voice rang out and Santana turned her head to the checker who was openly leering at Rachel. The girl was about as tall as Santana and had darker skin than both of the girls. Her long hair was slicked back into a pony tail and she wore a pair of baggy blue jeans and a loose white t-shirt. On her wrist was what was clearly a man's watch and on her feet were a pair of red checkered vans. Santana might have been new to the whole gay community thing, but she knew what a butch girl looked like, and this girl with the exception of her hair was everything she thought of one.
"Hey Brooke," Rachel said blushing at the girl. "I wasn't aware you were working mornings now."
"Yah schools out so figured I might as well use the time to get some extra money under me."
"Well that is admirable," Rachel said smiling sweetly at the girl, her eyes twinkling.
Santana knew that look. It was the patented Rachel Berry is thinking of your wedding day look and Santana was not pleased. Clearing her throat loudly she bumped Rachel in the shoulder.
"Oh god right how rude of me," Rachel said turning to look at the Latina. "Sam this is my friend Santana Lopez. Santana this is my friend Brooke Riley." The girl looked at Santana and her brow furrowed for a second at the way the taller brunette was standing extremely close to Rachel and at the icy stare she was sending her way.
"Nice to meet you," Brooke said holding out a hand, hard eyes betraying the false kindness of her voice. "Do you go to school with Rachel."
"Yes, we're in the Glee Club together. How do you two know each other?" Santana asked shaking the other girls hand hard.
"We met volunteering together at the human society and dated a couple of years ago." Brooke said plainly. Smirking when the Latina became visibly irritated.
"That so?" Santana asked looking at Rachel.
"Yes that is so," Rachel said taking in the sight of an irritated Santana. "But we ended it because we made better friends."
"Oh well that sucks for you huh," Santana said looking and Brooke smugly.
"Indeed it does." Brooke said rolling her eyes. "Anyways Rachel it's been really good to see you, but I have to get back to work now."
"Oh yes of course," Rachel said swiping her debit card through the card reader. "We should catch up some time," she said as Brooke handed her the receipt.
"That sounds like a great ideal Rachel," Brooke said smirking at Santana.
Santana let a low growl leave her throat as she put a hand on the small of Rachel's back, practically marching the tiny girl out of the store. "Santana I can't help but notice you seem irritated," Rachel said as they started to load the bags up into the trunk of Rachel's Prius.
"No clue what your talking about Berry," Santana grunted, putting in the last bag and power walking away with the cart, trying to get her emotions under control. Damn Santana chill the fuck out. It's not like you're dating Berry. Shit you're not even tapping that. Just go back and chill. She clearly said that she and that bitch hadn't worked out. Taking a deep breath she opened the passenger door and crawled in buckling her seat belt and looking over to see a very confused Rachel staring at her expectedly.
"Well?"
"Well what?" Santana asked casually crossing her arms.
"What just upset you?"
"Well shit Berry. I thought we were friends. It might have been nice to have a heads up that you didn't exactly bat for only one team."
At this Rachel let out a breath and rolled her eyes smiling a little. "In my defense San you never asked."
At that Santana knew she was caught and she exhaled a deep breath, finally calming down a bit. "You got me there. Why haven't you, you know come out or shit at McKinley."
Rachel let out a bark of laughter and slid the key into the ignition firing the car to life. "Santana I think I have enough of a target on my back at that school. I don't think adding bisexual to the mix would really help me out any."
"I guess that's true. But still I wouldn't expect you to hide that kind of shit."
"I'm not hiding it," Rachel snapped. "Like I said earlier you never asked and neither has anyone else. If someone did I would not deny my attraction to the same sex in the least."
"Oh…okay I get it." Santana said leaning back in her seat. "Sooooo she was kind of butch. Is that like your thing or something?" Santana said jokingly to lighten the mood.
Rachel giggled and rolled her eyes at this. "I don't really have a thing Santana. It is as simple as do I find this person attractive? And I found Brooke very attractive."
"Whatever," Santana said glaring out at the rain.
"Oh you're so precious when you're jealous." Rachel said laughing and pulling into the driveway.
"I'm Santana Fucking Lopez. I am never precious." Santana grumbled jumping out of the car and heading to the back of it.
"Really Santana you should take this has better news," Rachel said looping some groceries over her arm and turning to sway back to the door.
"Yah and why is that?" Santana yelled, eyes glued once again to her ass.
"Cause now you know you have a chance with me," Rachel said turning around and winking before entering the house.
A smile broke out on Santana's face and she looked at the spot Rachel had just occupied. "Fuck yah I do!" Santana gloated slamming the trunk and heading to the front door.