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Six Word Story: "Save the last dance for me?"

Santana had been living in New York for a few weeks before she got the invitation to Mr. Shue's wedding.

She honestly hadn't wanted to go back but her new roommates had other plans, going as far as booking her train ticket and packing her bag for her while she was out.

Things had been going as good as they could be, neither of her two former classmates really trusted her but she was slowly squeezing her way into the GayBerry dynamic.

To be fair, the Berry half of the duo was friendlier toward her, the girl had opened up her bed and even some closet space until they were able to make her her own room.

They had become exceptionally closer, closer than they had been before graduation which came as a surprise to almost everyone who asked how they were dealing with living together.

Everyone had taken bets on how long it would take until Santana killed one of them, or even vice-versa.

Rachel and her had talked on the train to Lima while Kurt was sleeping, the singer had confessed to her that she didn't really want to be going back to their hometown.

Truthfully, Santana didn't want to be going back either.

She had cut her ties and definitely didn't want to see the train wreck that was Bram, thankfully Quinn was on her side and promised to stick close by.

Rachel had promised to look out for her too, but they both knew she'd have her hands full with the Jolly Green Giant.

Santana had promised to step in if she had to, but the singer assured her it wouldn't be necessary.

Sitting through the church had been torture, before and after Ms. Pilsbury didn't show up.

No one had known what to do and she had somehow been nominated to talk to Shue due to her lack of compassion.

Rachel had given her sympathetic looks from across the room as they decided Santana was the best option, knowing how untrue it really was.

Santana had brushed it off and done it anyways, playing the same role she always did, the heartless bitch.

After telling Shue the reception was still on, she left the church not wanting to deal with the aftermath anymore.

"Hey." Rachel said from her seat on the church steps as Santana came out.

"Hey, Berry, what're you still doing here? I thought you'd leave with Hummel, or even Frankenteen." Santana said as she sat down next to the girl.

Rachel shrugged, "I wanted to make sure you were okay. And Kurt left with Blaine, I don't want any part of that because once he regrets it he'll blame me for not stopping it. So I'm pretending I didn't even notice."

"I'm used to being the bearer of bad news. I just can't wait to go home and get back to my life." Santana said.

Rachel nodded along, "I totally agree. So, ready to head to the reception? I'm sure Quinn is looking for you, the two of you seemed real chummy during the ceremony...if you could even call it that."

Santana rolled her eyes, "Q is going through her experimental phase, if she wants to go through that with me then whatever. I've always knew she was kinda gay."

"Besides, what about you? I've seen the looks going on between you and Hudson. And you two are singing together? Isn't that like, your form of foreplay?" Santana asked with a disgusted frown.

"Be quiet, you." Rachel said, nudging Santana in the side as she stood.

"Let's go, dwarf." Santana said, using Rachel as leverage as she stood.

Rachel rolled her eyes at the nickname but linked her arm through Santana's anyways.

"See you tomorrow at the train station, then?" Rachel asked as they walked down the street to the reception hall.

Santana bit her lip as they approached the building, "Save the last dance for me?"

Rachel smiled as she detached from the former cheerleader, "I will if you will."

"Deal." Santana agreed quickly with a relieved smile.

"I'll see you later then, Santana." Rachel said as she walked into the building, sending her one last reassuring smile.

Santana nodded as she watched Rachel disappear into the building.

Sometimes she still found it weird she had a friendship, a real friendship, with Rachel Berry.

A friendship with Rachel Berry where she didn't feel like absolutely murdering the girl or making endless jokes about her.

She still had those urges, they just weren't as strong as they were all throughout high school.

She really couldn't wait until she got her dance with Rachel.

Santana grinned as she entered the building, her eyes immediately finding Rachel among everyone else there.

She was sitting at a table with Mercedes and Tina, completely not listening to whatever conversation was going on.

Santana grinned to herself as she made her way over to the table, not caring about the questions she was sure would arise from everyone about their friendship.

"There you are! I was afraid you ditched me." Quinn said from behind her, reaching a hand out to grasp Santana's.

Santana frowned as she turned to face the blonde, "Nah, I just like to make an entrance. So, bar?"

Quinn grinned as she lead Santana toward the open bar, "Now it's a party!"

Santana followed behind the blonde, casting one more glance Rachel's way.

The two shared a look before Rachel's attention was pulled away by Finn.

Santana shrugged in response to the girl's apologetic stare, they'd get their dance.

And then they'd have all the time in the world together back in New York, with no disruptions from crazy, experimental blondes or giant, goofy ex-boyfriends.

Santana couldn't wait to get the hell out of Lima.

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