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Chapter 10: Friends don't do that

The next day, the three girls decided to go out. After a long debate, they agreed to go at the only gay bar of Lima. At first, Rachel found it weird that Quinn insisted that they had to go there but after a while, she thought it was better not to dwell on it.

The diva was finishing applying her makeup when Quinn joined her in the bathroom.

"You look nice." The blonde complimented as she checked her reflection.

"Thank you. I love your dress." The brunette smiled through the mirror.

The Yale student leaned against the sink and watched the diva apply her lipstick. "It's one of Santana's actually, but thanks."

"Well even though you don't have the same body type as her, it fits you well." The brunette grabbed her perfume and sprayed it on her neck and wrists.

Quinn chuckled. "Yeah but I'm sure you'd prefer it on San or well, undress her from it." She said not-so-innocently.

"What?" The teacher screeched, moving away from the sink. Did she hear well? There was no way Quinn was implying what she thought she was implying.

The blonde shrugged innocently. "I mean, you two are pretty close now..."

"We're friends." Rachel stated nonchalantly. She didn't like the blonde's inquisitive tone but she knew she had to act like it wasn't bothering her. She might cuddle with Santana and share a bed with her now and then, it didn't mean they were acting like a couple, did it?

"Hmm…" The Yale student hummed unconvinced. "Friends… And would you like to be more?"

"I…I…" The brunette stuttered, nervously smoothing her dress. It was true that this though had crossed her mind more often than not lately but she wasn't ready to say it out loud. "It's…"

"Are you ready, bitches?" They heard Santana shouted from downstairs.

The diva sighed in relief before shouting back. "Yes, we are." She glanced at Quinn before hurryingly leaving the room.

The group of friends had been drinking and talking for the past couple of hours. Santana was trying to enjoy her evening but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off with Rachel. Usually, the girl was super affectionate toward her, even when they were in public, she would sit close to her, hold her arm or kiss her cheek. But tonight, the brunette was completely ignoring her, choosing to sit next to Quinn and laugh with her. It's not like she needed Rachel's attention but well, she didn't hate it.

Half an hour later, seeing the situation was still the same, the Latina decided that she had enough. She left the booth and agreed to dance with the cute blonde that had approached her at the beginning of the night.

Rachel was trying to focus on the conversation with Quinn but she kept zoning out. She couldn't tear her eyes away from Santana and the way the girl she was dancing with kept grinding up against her.

"Are you even listening to me?" Quinn snapped almost annoyed.

"Yes…" Rachel answered absentmindedly, not even looking at her friend.

The blonde arched her eyebrow. She fought a smile when she saw who Rachel was looking at before saying. "This girl is lucky. Santana's ass looks great in that dress, right? Just makes you want to grab it."

"Oh, you have no idea…" The diva blurted out, barely holding out a whimper before she registered what she had just said. Her eyes widened at the realisation. "What? No… I mean… Maybe… I didn't pay attention..." She stumbled over her words.

"Sure." The Yale student smirked.

"I mean, you're here, she could stay with us." The brunette complained. "And besides, did you see that girl? She's vulgar!"

Quinn's smirk widened. "Are you sure this is about me?"

"Yes! What else would it be about?" The teacher spatted.

"Oh, I have my own theory about that…"

"What is that supposed to mean?" Rachel asked with a frown, now fully focusing on her friend.

"Nothing. Oh, look who's coming back?" The blonde grinned as Santana made her way toward them.

The petite girl stared at Santana as she sat back. "Did you have fun?"

"Yep, she gave me her number even if I won't use it. I'm thirsty." The Latina stated as she grabbed Rachel's drink and drank it in one gulp.

"Hey, do you mind?" The diva asked in disbelief.

The Yale student laughed. "You know, you'd make a cute couple." Rachel and Santana chuckled nervously. "I'm serious." She insisted. "Sure you bicker all the time but you have a good chemistry and dynamic. Also, you've helped and supported each other the past few months. You should definitely give it a try. Besides, you already live together."

The raven-haired girl sneered. "Please, it's not because I'm friend with beautiful girls that I'm gonna date them. 'Sides, Rach is straight and…"

"I don't need you to tell me what I am, Santana." The petite girl cut her off.

"What?" The Latina asked confused.

"I think love goes beyond gender and I wouldn't be opposed to date a woman." Rachel declared. "So please, stop assuming things." She finished almost angrily.

The tan girl gaped, month open. "Hum…"

The teacher glared at the Latina before looking at the blonde. "Quinn, let's dance!" She grabbed her friend's hand and quickly led her to the dance floor.

"Well shit…" Santana mumbled.

Even after Quinn left, Santana couldn't forget her talk with the blonde or even Rachel's outburst. The Latina settled on her bed and grabbed the notebook the diva had offered her to write her lyrics.

Maybe Quinn was right, they had slowly turned into a couple without really being one. Was she okay with that? Did it mean she was over Brittany and ready to start something else? More importantly, starting something with Rachel? If she was honest with herself, she had felt something for the diva since they sang Stay in glee club but she had tried to ignore it.

The worst part was that Rachel had been distant since their night at the bar, it was like the girl was angry with her and she had no idea why.

The tan girl sighed, she needed to finish her song and send her demo to one of Mercedes's friends. She didn't have time to think about that.

Rachel had been avoiding Santana for almost a week now. At first it was because she was annoyed by how the girl had reacted at Quinn's comment but then, it turned into something else entirely. She had come to the realization that her blonde friend was right, her feelings for the Latina had changed. It was clear; she wanted to date Santana for a while now. How could she have been so blind?

When the diva came home that night, she found the table set in the living room and Santana waiting for her. "Hi…" She greeted almost shyly. She hadn't eaten with the girl for a few days now, always claiming she had work or that she wasn't hungry. She guessed that tonight she didn't really have a choice.

The Latina smiled. "Hey. I made us dinner, I hope you're hungry."

"Yes." The brunette smiled and sat in front of the Latina.

"Did you have a nice day?" The raven-haired girl asked as she poured her friend some wine.

The teacher shrugged. "It was okay."

"Ok seriously, this is awkward. What's wrong?" The tan girl asked suddenly. "You're acting weird since Quinn visited us."

"I'm not acting weird; I just have a lot of work." The petite girl lied. Of course it was a lie and she could tell Santana knew it too. They had grown so much closer lately that they were able to tell if the other was happy, sad or even lying.

"Bullshit!" Santana snapped. "Even when you were busy you would sit next to me and grade papers while I'm watching TV. Now you just lock yourself in your office and barely talk to me."

Rachel was still trying to process her feelings for Santana and she didn't want to have this talk right now. "Why do you care?" She blurted out, despite herself. "If you're bored you should call the girl you met at the bar!"

"Are you serious?" The former cheerleader stared in disbelief. "Is it why you're pissed at me?"

"I'm not pissed at you, Santana." The diva replied quickly. Here came another lie. "We're not together; you can do whatever you want."

"Oh my god!" The Latina breathed out. "You are jealous!"

"I'm not…" The brunette was starting to get frustrated by the conversation.

"You are… I…" The tan girl sighed before running her hand through her hair. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because it wouldn't change anything! You said it yourself, you're not ready for anything after what happened with Brittany and it's not because you find me attractive that you'd like to date me."

"I didn't even know you'd be interested in dating me or women in general." Santana argued.

The petite girl scoffed. "Oh please, I did a lot of comments implying it!"

The Latina blinked a few times, surprised by the statement. "I'm sorry, I've never looked too much into it."

"Well I'm sorry you're oblivious to people's feelings." Rachel snapped. She didn't want the girl's pity or have a reminder that they were just friends and how it would not change. That was why she wanted to wait before talking to Santana so she didn't have to feel the rejection so much and hurt the girl in the process.

"That's a low blow…"

"It doesn't matter anyway..." The teacher could feel her tears build up and she needed to leave. "You're gonna go back to New York soon and live your life while I'll stay here in my crappy life."

"Where is that coming from?" The tan girl questioned confused. "I'm not going anywhere. What…" She saw the diva stand up. "What are you doing?"

"I'm not hungry anymore. I think I'm going to take a walk." The diva walked toward the front door.

"No, no, we need to talk about this." The taller girl rushed at the door to prevent her friend from leaving. "You're the one who always wants to talk so talk."

"Santana, please, let me go." The brunette begged.

"What if I don't want to?" The raven-haired girl reached out and squeezed the girl's shoulder.

Rachel dared to look into Santana's eyes and saw a myriad of emotions, hurt, affection and hope? No, she needed to stop. It was only the reflection of her own feelings. "Well, I'll remind you that this is my house and you're only a guest and since we're not dating, you don't have a word to say on what I do."

"Wow…" Santana let go of her hold and shook her head. "You're such a bitch sometime..."

"Then leave, go back to your parents' house if I'm so awful!" Rachel ordered. This was getting out of hand and she was already regretting her words.

The Latina glared at her coldly. "Fine! Whatever!" She grabbed her purse and jacket before leaving the house.