Hey again! I'm really excited about this chapter! I loved writing it so I hope you love reading it but I really can't understand what the fucking hell I'm doing. ;)
Rachel hadn't stuck around to see the aftermath of the thrown eraser. Luckily, Santana had stepped in and blocked Mercedes' path to her. That gave her a little more respect towards the Latina, she was really trying.
However, when Rachel arrived home she had come down from her adrenaline high. She found she was actually quite depressed. So that's what people think of me she thought to herself.
It wasn't pleasant to know that people thought she did it all for attention but the thought had crossed her mind. The only reason the unholy trinity were even paying her any attention was probably so they could pull some elaborately thought out prank on her and completely destroy her.
"Well, you can't destroy something already in pieces." She thought aloud as she made her way to the bathroom upstairs. Shelby wasn't home and wouldn't be until an hour or two later but she refused to take any chances.
Locking the door and sinking to a seated position against the tub Rachel pulled her make-up kit from her bag and rolled up her sleeve to see the angry pink scars already marring her skin.
She knew no one would question why she wore long sleeves. Everyone already knew what she tried that day so she was free to make new marks without seeming suspicious.
As she drug the blade across her arm she thought of the words Mercedes had said and dug the blade into her skin deeper. For some reason that she could never really figure out the abuse she received was okay. It was always unicorns and rainbows when someone was bullying her but if it was someone else they were all gathering to protect that person. It made no sense and made her cut more frantically until her arm was bathed in red.
Letting the blade fall to the floor Rachel watched the blood flow from her arm and onto a towel previously placed on her lap to catch the overflow. She'd definitely be washing that. She could vaguely hear knocking coming from downstairs and figured it was Quinn.
So, standing up on wobbly legs she moved to the sink to wash off the blood before wrapping it tightly in gauze. As OCD as she was she never applied Neosporin, infection appealed to her.
After changing her shirt, just in case, and securely tossing away the used blade she made her way down to the persistent knocking and came face to face with Santana. The shock showed clearly on her face and it made Santana smirk. "Surprised to see me midget?"
Rachel just nodded dumbly, unable to find her voice for a moment. "What are you doing here?"
Santana sighed and scratched the side of her face out of nervousness. "Well, I saw what happened and I thought I'd check on you. Mercedes is a bitch and you didn't deserve what she said to you. I had some words with her and Q is dealing with her right now. So, you gonna make me stand out here all day?"
Rachel bit her lip in thought before opening the door wider. It was clear that she was unsure about inviting the girl into her hell, I mean home, but she acquiesced anyway. "Sorry." Was all she said.
Santana just shrugged as she examined the pictures on the walls on the way into the living room. She'd only ever heard Rachel and Quinn talk about Shelby. Quinn had said Rachel looked just like her but she never knew just how much until she saw all of the photos of Shelby and her family.
Santana didn't say anything though. She figured Rachel wouldn't want to hear it so she just continued on to stand awkwardly in someone else's home. "So, are you okay?"
Rachel shrugged as she mentally calculated her answer. Santana would be able to see right through her bullshit and she knew it but she couldn't help letting the generic answer escape her lips. "I'm fine."
Santana crossed her arms across her chest and leveled a glare at the smaller girl. "I'm not good with this emotional shit but I know that I can't force you into telling me the truth or talking about it so I won't, alright?"
Rachel nodded. "Thanks."
Santana sighed and wrung her hands together. It was much more awkward than she had anticipated and she had no idea what to say.
"Do you want something to drink?" Rachel asked. It was awkward for her too but she luckily had a way to defuse it slightly.
Santana nodded so Rachel turned on her heel to head to the kitchen with Santana following behind her. As they passed through the hallway something caught Rachel's eye so she stopped and leaned over to grab it off the table on the other side of the doorway wincing as the tape holding the gauze wrapped around her arm caught on her shirt and pulled the wrappings away from the wound.
Rachel held her breath as she waited. Surely Santana had seen the wince and she would be up for question. She knew Santana was already suspicious but she had just confirmed it and the results of her demise.
"I knew it!" Santana exclaimed as she flipped the small girl around and pinned her to the wall and attempted to pull the sleeve up. Suddenly, she felt Rachel's lips on hers and her mind was wiped clean.
Despite the offending nicknames Santana always seemed to come up with she had always secretly thought Rachel was beautiful and had longed for the moment she could kiss her. It was better than she imagined. Rachel's lips tasted of Cherry lip balm and were soft and the way Rachel's fingers slipped into her hair blew her mind. She wasn't sure of anything at that point. Rachel had turned her brain to mush. Well, until she heard the most cock blocking sound ever.
It was a very angry Quinn Fabray. "What the hell are you doing?!"
