"Hey Rachel?" Santana said. They were lying in Rachel's bed.
"Yes?" Rachel replied.
"I love you and all, but I have to ask you… what was up with your duet with Finn last week? It was terrible and really offensive." Santana said.
Rachel laughed. "I was trying to throw the competition."
"Wait a second. You wanted to lose?" Santana said.
Rachel nodded.
"Hold up. Does that mean the two votes that Sam and Quinn won by were you and Finn's votes?" Santana asked.
"Well, yes." Rachel said.
"You could not have used your vote on me?" Santana said.
"Trust me, I almost did. I held my pen over the index card for what seemed like forever. I almost wrote 'Mercedes and Santana,' but I had to let Sam and Quinn win." Rachel said.
"But why them?" Santana whined.
"Because we wanted Sam to stay in Glee." Rachel explained.
"So you sacrificed my ability to eat at Breadstix for free, just to keep the Bieber wannabe?" Santana said.
"Will you feel better if I take you to Breadstix?" Rachel asked. Santana nodded.
"Okay, we will go tonight. Now stop being such a baby." Rachel said.
"I am not being a baby. You are a baby." Santana pouted.
"I am your baby, right?" Rachel asked.
"Yes, you are." Santana grinned. The two stayed in a comfortable silence for a while.
"Do you resent me for making us keep quiet?" Santana suddenly asked.
"Resent you? No. While it wouldn't have been my first choice, I'm getting used to it." Rachel said.
"Well, can I sing to you? Like in Glee Club? I really want to, if that's okay with you. I won't say who I am singing to. Only you and I have to know that it's you. But its cool if you don't want me to. You know what, actually, forget I asked its cool." Santana rambled. Rachel cut her off with a kiss.
"Okay, first of all, you're really cute when you ramble. Second of all, I would love for you to sing to me, even if only we know you're singing to me." Rachel said.
Santana smiled. "Then I'll do it."
"What song are you going to sing?" Rachel asked.
"Que es un secreto mi estrella de amor." Santana said. Rachel raised a confused eyebrow.
"I said, that's a secret my loving star." Santana translated. Rachel smiled.
The next day, when Glee Club started, Santana raised her hand.
"Mr. Schuester? I have a song I would like to sing." Santana said.
"Uh… yea. Sure, Santana go ahead." the Spanish teacher said.
"Okay, so this song just really conveys how I feel. And don't bother asking me for elaboration, because I don't owe any of you explanations." Santana said. Rachel rolled her eyes. Santana saw this and wanted to smirk, but frowned. She took this as an opportunity to throw off suspicion from her and Rachel, because she knew she would look at her at least once in the song.
"Is there something you would like to say Man-Hands?" Santana sneered.
"Just that I can't wait to hear your song, Santana." Rachel said with as much sarcasm as she could fake. Santana raised an eyebrow.
"I mean, maybe we can rearrange it for me to be able to sing in competition." Rachel continued.
"Santana, why don't you just sing your song already." Mr. Schue suggested.
"Okay." Santana said. She motioned for Brad and the band to begin playing. Rachel smiled when she recognized the song.
Maybe I need some rehab I'm looking down every alley What you got, boy, is hard to find Because your love, your love, your love is my drug Won't listen to any advice My friends think I've gone crazy What you got, boy, is hard to find
Or maybe just need some sleep
I got a sick obsession
I'm seeing it in my dreams
I'm makin' those desperate calls
I'm staying up all night hoping
Hittin' my head against the wall
I think about it all the time
I'm all strung out, my heart is fried
I just can't get you off my mind
Your love, your love, your love
I said your love, your love, your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love
Momma's telling me I should think twice
Better left to my own devices
I'm addicted, it's a crisis
My judgment's getting kinda hazy
My steeze is gonna be affected
If I keep it up like a lovesick crackhead
I think about it all the time
I'm all strung out, my heart is fried
I just can't get you off my mind Because your love, your love, your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love
I said your love, your love, your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love
Santana tried not to look at Rachel during this part, but her eyes kept drifting to her girlfriend. She really hoped no one noticed.
I don't care what people say
The rush is worth the price I pay
I get so high when you're with me
But crash and crave you when you leave
Hey, so I gotta question
Do you wanna have a slumber party in my basement?
Do I make your heart beat like an 808 drum?
Is my love with your drug? Your drug, your drug
Your drug, is my love your drug?
Because your love, your love, your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love
I said your love, your love, your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love
Because your love, your love, your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love
I said your love, your love, your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love
Hey, hey, so
Your love, your love, your love, your love is my drug
I like your beard
She pointed at Brad at the last line and everyone applauded and cheered. Santana glanced at Rachel and saw her smiling.
"Wow! That was awesome Santana. Great job." Mr. Schue said.
When Santana returned to her seat, she checked her phone.
One new message from:
Rachel Berry
I love you.
Santana hid her smile and replied.
I love you too. I'm assuming that means you loved the song? –S
Yea I did. Thank you so much. –R
Your are so welcome baby. –S
Well, now I have to sing to you too. –R
Are you going to say that it is for Finn? –S
No. He may think it is for him, but it will not be. –R
Awesome. Can't wait. :) –S
