We Found Love ch. 13
Santana's POV
What the hell happened downstairs? I really don't fuckin know and I'm hella confused on why it happened. At first I only wanted to tease Berry a little and make her a little uncomfortable then it wasn't long before it turned into something else. Something that I can't identified but it was fuckin hot as hell and I needed a cold shower to get rid of but it didn't really help because I was way too worked up. All I could think about was Rachel hovering over me, touching me among other things and her name was on the tip of my tongue as I came hard before sliding down the shower walls.
I feel dirtier than when I came in here for doing what I did and I know that I shouldn't be thinking of the petite singer in this way but I couldn't help it. I never knew that she could so fuckin sexy as hell and it just awaken something in me that I thought I couldn't feel anymore. I climbed out of the shower because the water was cold now and I know that I can't hide from the Broadway star forever. I dried myself off before realizing that I never got my clothes from my room and I have to go out of the bathroom to the guest room to get them.
Fuck! I wrapped the towel around my body before peeking out of the door to see if the coast is clear and it seems to be so if I move fast enough, I could get to my room undetected. I moved out of the bathroom before turning around so fast that I didn't where I was going and collided with something. I fall on top of something before groaning as my head hit something hard but whatever was under me groaned as well. I open my eyes to have a pair of big, expressive brown eyes staring back at me and I stiffen as I realized that it was Rachel that I collided with. The pint sized diva looks at me for a second before her cheeks turn a bright red color as her eyes fell on my towel clad cleavage and I couldn't stop myself form teasing her.
"Damn Berry if you wanted to see the twins that badly all you had to do is ask. Sheesh creeper, much?" I asked smirking.
"W-What?! No! That wasn't what I… I mean they are very nice. Not that I noticed but I-" Rachel stammered.
I'm finding her rambling extremely adorable and all I want to do is shut her up by kissing her but I don't want to make things more awkward than they already are. I opened my mouth to say something but something hard was poking the top of my thigh and I look down to see the outlines of a boner in the front of the petite singer's sweatpants. I look at her face to see that her face turn red as a tomato red as well as her ears before scrambling from up under me and into the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind her. Ay dios mio, now things are even more awkward than before.
What am I going to do? Maybe if we just avoid for awhile then everything will go back to the way that they were. I can't… I can't make the same mistake twice. Not with Berry or with anyone. I get off of the floor and into the guest room to get dressed in a simple white tank top and some black leggings. I laid on my back on the bed with my hands on my stomach as I stare up at the ceiling, trying to make sense out of all this. Why did it have to be Rachel of all people to find out about my job?
Why did she have to find out and force me to stay with her? I was horrible to her in high school and I did nothing but make her life a living hell the whole time so why is she being so nice to me. She didn't judge me when she found out about Angel and didn't look at with pity, contempt or judgmentally but with understanding and compassion. She took us in without a second thought and for the first time in a long time, I felt like… I was safe and oddly enough cared for.
I've been feeling this way since that night when Rachel came to my apartment and forced my hand through my daughter. I don't understand what she could possibly be getting out of letting her former tormentor stay with her in her parents' place and try to her life around. Why I have been staying here this long? Angel is only to get more and more attached to Rachel and I feel like I'm getting attached to her too and it's only going to end badly when she goes back to New York and Broadway. My life is here in fuckin Lima, Ohio to be a simple Lima Loser with no real possibilities of ever leaving this god forsaken hick of a town. I'm pulled out of my thoughts by a knock on the door to see a shy Rachel standing in the doorway and I sit up before leaning against the headboard.
"H-Hey um can we… talk for a second?" Rachel asked nervously.
"Uhhh sure" I said with a nod.
Rachel walks into the room before sitting at the foot of the bed with her hands clamped over her lap. The nervousness are rolling off of her in waves and she's staring down at her feet like they're the most interesting thing in the world. I have to break this awkward tension.
"I don't bite, ya know" I said rolling my eyes."Unless you want me to"
Rachel's face turns completely red as she squeaks out in surprise and I couldn't stop myself from laughing. This girl is too easy to tease and really needs to ease the fuck up. The petite singer calms herself before huffing out her chest as she folds her arms over her chest.
"I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you, Santana" Rachel asked glaring at me.
"It's hard to have a conversation with someone if you don't talk" I said shrugging my shoulders.
"That may be the case but it is not helping with you teasing me in that" Rachel replies.
"Fine, fine don't get your panties in a twist. Do you even wear panties?" I asked curious.
"We're getting off topic here" Rachel said shaking her head.
"It's an honest question and I'm curious in what kind of underwear you wear"
"No, I don't wear panties. I mostly wear boxers unless I'm doing a show then I'm wearing compression shorts to hide my… condition" Rachel said looking away.
"You don't have to answer my questions if they're making you uncomfortable. Sometimes I let my curiosity get away from me" I said feeling horrible.
It's obvious that Rachel is uncomfortable with answering questions about her condition and it's the last thing that I want to do is make her feel of a woman. I'm surprised as hell that she managed to hide it all the way through high school and not having the whole school find out about it. I feel even more of a bitch because of the nicknames that I used to call the Broadway star back then and now I know how close to home that they really hit.
"It's okay, Santana. You're bound to have answers and I don't mind answering them so please don't hesitate to ask" Rachel said smiling slightly.
"Are you sure?" I asked unsure.
"Yes, I am sure but we need to talk about what happened in the kitchen" Rachel said changing the subject.
"What about it?" I asked nervously.
"Look, I know that you were just messing with me and I don't want to read too much into it. You are not interesting in anything remotely romantic with me so lets just move pass it and work on our friendship"
"Is that what you want, Rachel?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
I can see the hesitation in her eyes before answering my question. Why did she hesitate? Is there… Is there a possibility that Berry might actually more than friendship with me? I have to admit that I'm fuckin hot as hell and both men and women have wanted to hop on all of this but it's never been more than sex with Brittany being the only exception. Things are different and I'm different. I'm not the same girl that I was back then so why would Rachel to be with me?
I have a daughter and a lot of baggage that I need to sort through. Would I be prepared to enter another relationship after my last one had ended so badly and in pregnancy? If I and Rachel end up in relationship and it ends, it could destroy me and ruin our friendship as well as Angel getting hurt in the process. I know that Berry cares about Angel because I can see every time they interact with each other but there's a huge possibility that things might not work out.
"Yes, that's what I want" Rachel said with a nod.
"Okay, just friends" I said smiling slightly.
"Alright so to commemorate our new found friendship, I think we should go out for ice cream. My treat" Rachel said smiling.
"Okay but none of that vegan crap" I said smirking.
"I'll have to know that vegan ice cream is actually quite delicious and more healthier for you than regular ice cream" Rachel said in a matter-of-fact.
"Yeah, yeah whatever you say Berry but you're getting me to eat it" I said slipping on my shoes.
"We shall see about that" Rachel said smirking.
Rachel grabs her house keys and her jacket on the way out of the house before walking onto the sidewalk. We walked in step with each other, not talking but just enjoying each other's company which is a little weird for me because I never just enjoy someone's company before. We walked to a nearby ice cream that sells this vegan ice cream that the pint sized diva likes so much. I never understood veganism or not eating meat at all because meat is fuckin delicious but I guess to each their own, right.
The Broadway star opens the door and allows me to walk in first before walking in herself. Who says that chivalry is dead? I ordered rocky road in a cup while the petite singer orders vegan strawberry ice cream in a cup and it wasn't long before we got our orders. She pays for them while grabbing a table by the window and enjoying the frozen treats. It's been awhile since I had ice cream and in all honesty I miss it so much before I knew it, my cup is empty which was a little disappointing.
"You can have some of mine" Rachel offered.
"Nah" I said shaking my head.
"Come on San, it's not as bad as you think" Rachel said gigging.
"Don't wanna" I said looking down at the ice cream skeptically.
"Open up" Rachel said holding a spoonful of strawberry in my face.
"Fine Berry" I said opening my mouth.
I wrapped my mouth around the spoon and swallow the ice cream before letting the spoon go. It wasn't all that bad and it was actually good. I can't really tell that it was any different from regular ice cream as I lick my lips a little. I hear a small whimper and look up to see that Rachel looking at me with a blush dusting her cheeks. Before I could tease her about and someone pulls her away causing us to look at the door of the shop to see Finn Hudson and all of his Jolly Green Giant-ness.
I growled a little at how he was looking at the petite singer as she looks at him with surprise but it quickly turns into a full blown smile as she walks over towards him to hug him. I don't like this, I don't like this at all. What does Finnocence want with my hobbit? Did I… did I just say my hobbit? What is with me today?
End of ch. 13