I know the pace is slow and some people love that and some people hate that, but I'm just going to keep writing and hope you guys continue to read.
Rachel's POV:
"Hi." Santana said as she walked over towards my locker. "How was the rest of your weekend?" She said with a smile.
"Great." I lied. Santana must have noticed that something was wrong because she furrowed her eyebrows. "I mean…Saturday after I left your house I met up with Brittany, and we talked." I explained. Santana began to look nervous her eyes went down to the floor. "She didn't tell me what happened." I assured her. She took a deep breath.
"She shouldn't be talk about that." Santana said before looking over my shoulder and then back at me. "Sorry, it's stupid-."
"It's not." I told her. "Look we don't have to talk about it now, really I don't want to ruin your day."
"You could never ruin my day." She said with a smile. "What are you doing tonight?" She asked as she leaned against the locker beside me. I looked over at her and smiled.
"Are you asking me out?" I questioned.
"Would you say yes if I was?" She replied shyly.
"Yes."
"What are you two losers doing?" I knew it wouldn't take long for Quinn to come over and ruin the moment. Of course she couldn't give us our one moment of peace. "Also way to invite Britt and Berry over after the game, such a low blow." I could've smacked her, I really wanted to smack her, but Santana was clenching her fist and I needed to calm her down first.
"Don't listen to her." I warned Santana.
"Shut up, I'm trying to make sure San's okay. Want me to kiss it and make it feel better?" Santana grabbed Quinn's wrist and glared at her.
"Stay away from me." She said before grabbing my hand and pushing past Quinn. We went into the chemistry classroom with all of our stuff and sat down next to one another. "She's really starting to piss me off."
"Yea, but sadly enough, I think that she was trying to apologize." I told her with an apologetic look.
"How was that apologizing?" She questioned.
I scooted closer and whispered in her ear. "I'm pretty sure she was offering you a blow job." Santana pulled back and flushed. "Wow I didn't realize it was possible for your face to turn that shade of red." I said poking her cheeks.
"Stop." Santana said shooing my hands away.
"So no one's ever given you a…you know?" Santana shook her head no and looked away from me. "Don't be ashamed, your innocence is cute." I told her. "So…where are you taking me tonight?"
…
"Hey Brittany, what's this?" I asked her as she handed me a card.
"Shush Rachel." Brittany said before taking the card and putting it in my backpack. "It's an invitation for Santana's surprise birthday party. It's Friday night." Brittany explained.
"Should I buy a gift? I don't know what to get her." I said as I followed Brittany back to her locker.
"How about a rubber ducky?" Brittany suggested.
"No…maybe you should get her that." I told her. I pondered for a moment thinking of something I could get Santana that she'd love. And then it hit me.
"What? Your eyes just lit up! Do you have an idea?" She asked.
"Yea, but it's a secret." I told her.
"No fair!" Brittany exclaimed before looping her arm with mine. "Whatever, just come and help me hand these out to everyone."
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Santana's POV:
"What are you doing?" I turned around and gave my mom a questioning look as she entered my bedroom. I had two shirts laid out in front of me and I was staring at them like one would magically jump into my arms and I wouldn't have to choose which one to wear.
"Picking a shirt." I said trying to avoid this conversation all together.
"Thank you Einstein, you know what I meant Santana." She walked over grabbed the black shirt and tossed it at me. "Why are you getting dressed up?"
"I'm just going out to dinner." I said with a shrug.
"Dinner? You mean a date?" I rolled my eyes and went over to my closet to find my Doc Martins. "With who?! You'd better tell me right this instant or so help me Dios-."
"Rachel." I told her. "It's just with Rachel." I added.
"Are you trying to pretend like this isn't a big deal, honey? Because we both know it is." I knew it was a big deal, of course I did, but I didn't want to over think it. Things were very much in the now with Rachel, and thinking about anything beyond going out to dinner with her tonight would make me anxious. "Are you nervous?"
"Of course!" I snapped suddenly and then I sat down on my bed and covered my face. "It's stupid, she's the one person I shouldn't be nervous around…but I am."
"It's okay sweetie, really." She wrapped her arm around my shoulder. "Do you want me to talk to Dr. March?"
"Why would you need to talk to her?" I questioned slowly. "Wait…mom, Rachel and I aren't…we're just friends." I assured her.
"I may be 27 but I'm not stupid." She said.
"You're 38 mom-."
"Minor detail." She muttered. "What I mean is? I know that Rachel slept over a few days ago in your bed-."
"Mom-."
"I just want to know if you to did something?"
"Brittany was there!" I reminded her.
"So it was a threesome?" I wish that I could just completely bury myself in the ground and stay there forever.
"No." I told her sternly.
"Well when are you going to hook up with her?" She said so casually that it was almost like we weren't talking about sex.
"This is really none of your business." I told her.
"How is it none of my business? You live in my house, so I want to know if you're sleeping around with some girl."
"She's not some girl." I told her before standing up and pulling my hair back into a ponytail. "And I care about Rachel a lot; she's allowed me to figure out a few things about myself that probably would've taken me forever to figure out without her. We haven't gone further than kissing, but…I've been thinking about going further with her. Does that answer all your stupid questions?"
"Yes." She said with a satisfied smile. "Oh and one more thing."
"What?"
"I may or may not have called Dr. March over earlier when I realize you had a date, so forgive me." I groaned as my bedroom door opened and Dr. March stood in the threshold of the door. My mom stood up, gave Dr. March a nod, and high fived her as she walked by. "I'm tagging you in." She said before she left my room and went downstairs.
"Why do you guys insist on ruining my life?" I asked.
"You will thank me later." She said before sitting down on my bed next to me and pulling out her purse.
"Are you paying me?" I joked as she reached in her wallet.
"You wish." She said before pulling out two condoms.
"You're kidding me." I said absolutely mortified that she was handing those to me right now. "Two? You're giving me two?"
"Hey I don't know how many times you are gonna go at it." I could feel my face heating up. "Take them, we'll run tests on you next week to determine if you're fertile, but as of now you'd better use protection."
"Why does everyone think we're going to have sex?"
"Are you afraid to?" Dr. March asked seriously.
"What do you mean-?"
"You know very well what I mean. Are you afraid to because of the incident?" I bit back a harsh response. What did she want me to say? That I was fearless? Because I wasn't. Sometimes I dreamed about it, sometimes just seeing then makes me want to scream, but I don't. There's a lot to hold in, and I plan on keeping it all in.
"Of course I am."
"This is a trust thing, we've talked about this before. Do you trust her?" Yes I trusted Rachel. She knew my secret and she was still at my side, that equated trust by all standards.
"Yes, surprisingly yes."
"Then don't be afraid to go further with her." Dr. March told me. "It's okay to let yourself feel Santana. You don't have to hide yourself anymore."
Next Chapter: The Date and some alone time for Pezberry.
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