Six Word Story: "I'll be here waiting… like always."
Rachel watched as her best friend and roommate ran around the apartment getting ready for her date.
She had been excited about it all week long, making sure to bring it up at least once a day if not more.
They had met during a dance class and had really hit it off, or so Rachel was told anyways.
The longer she watched Santana get ready, the more upset she became.
They had been friends since Rachel moved to the city at 18 and answered Santana's ad for a roommate.
Her fathers had been skeptical of the ad online at first, not believing any 20 year old would be looking for a roommate online.
As soon as they had met Santana they knew their daughter would be well taken care of and protected.
That was five years ago, and every day since then Rachel felt herself falling more and more in love with the Latina.
She could still remember the day she realized she was falling for Santana.
They were laying on the floor in front of a fan in nothing but their underwear because of a massive heatwave three years ago.
It was soon after they had become real friends, spending the first two years getting to know each other and learning how to deal with one another.
They were complete opposites but they learned to make it work and became closer than ever thought possible, Santana's friends were shocked Rachel had actually managed to smooth out the girl's rough edges.
Santana had looked absolutely gorgeous that day, her face was clear of make up and her hair was in it's natural mess of curls.
Rachel could pinpoint the exact moment the realization hit her if she closed her eyes and thought back to that day.
Santana had gone from laying on her stomach to her side so she was facing her with her head propped up on her hand.
The light streaming in from the window had hit her in a way her skin positively radiated, more so than usual.
Her hair was tousled and wild, which was the reason she never kept it in its natural state.
She had sweat dripping down her neck, her body coated in it.
She was laughing at something Rachel had said, her nose crinkled in the perfect way it always crinkled when she laughed or smiled a genuine smile.
That, that was the exact moment she realized she was completely in love with Santana Lopez.
She had wanted to tell her, coming close so many times but there was always something stopping her.
Whether it was other news Santana had or another girl, something always came up.
It didn't help Santana was two years older than her either.
She was more experienced and found herself to be more mature, always saying how cute and young Rachel was and often used it against her.
Which was another reason she was afraid to confess her feelings to Santana, the woman didn't see her as a potential love interest.
Just a best friend, and a kick ass roommate.
Another reason Rachel couldn't tell Santana about her feelings, it would be too awkward living together and she definitely didn't want to find another apartment.
Rachel sighed as she browsed through their shared Netflix trying to distract herself from her thoughts.
"You're not going to watch any without me, right?" Santana asked as she made her way into the living room, wearing possibly one of the tightest dresses she owned.
Rachel shook her head as she continued browsing, "No, you know the zombies scare me. I'd never watch it on my own. Nice dress choice." She said, noticing it was one she had bought Santana for her birthday.
Rachel silently cursed herself for it, she hadn't thought Santana would wear it on a date with someone who wasn't her.
"It's one of my favorites, do you think Brittany will like it?" Santana asked as she slipped on her jacket.
"Yeah, you look gorgeous, Tana. She'd be crazy not to fall in love with you on the spot." Rachel said, sending Santana a reassuring smile.
"Cool, thanks, Rae. I'll probably be home late...though hopefully I don't come home at all tonight." Santana said wiggling her eyebrows as she slipped out the front door.
Rachel frowned as the door shut behind Santana, "I'll be here waiting… like always."
One day she'd be brave enough to tell Santana the truth.
Until then she'd continue to live in the absolute hell she had created for herself.
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