Fic: Leave Me Alone I'm Lonely
Chapter 25: Enemy of Mine Enemy
Author: JR Boone
Rating: M for strong sexual themes and violence. Also I have the mouth of a sailor so every other word is a curse usually.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or anything having to do with it. I wish I did. LOL that would be awesome. It would be like The L Word only musical.
Author's Note: First thing is first. I'm in London right now don't have a beta so my bad for any major mistakes. I totally need one though so if anyone wants to hit me up please.
Second thing is second. I'm currently backpacking through Europe and have had all my money stolen (if anyone has a couch) so I am basically very much homeless so have patience with me. I have this entire story laid out on paper already but I can't promise that I'll update it super regularly. But I will try my hardest to not wait too long between updates. But I do have a layout with roughly 60 chapters laid out, so we'll see how it goes.
Third thing is third. I am like Rachel Berry whereas she needs applause to live, I need reviews to write. So you review I go faster with this. Awesome huh?
Thursday morning the trio showed up early to school so Rachel and Dave could take advantage of an empty choir room to practice. Dave had surprised the girls the evening before at dinner when he asked Rachel if they could keep working on the singing lessons the tiny brunette had been giving him for his audition piece. Santana had watched the pair for a few minutes before offering to change out the books that they would need for the day from their lockers.
The drama surrounding the trio had already started to take its toll and they were all feeling exhausted by it already. But Santana smiled to herself widely in spite of it. This was a test of their relationship and it might just be in the first few days, but already the girls found themselves feeling stronger because of it.,
She was walking down the hallway enjoying the relative peacefulness of the nearly deserted school when she turned a corner and saw a very confrontational Mercedes and Sam leaning up against the locks.
"Oh fuck my life," Santana groaned and gulped down the rest of her coffee. "Wheezy Trouty, what do you want?" She asked plainly raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms.
"We wanted to talk to you," Mercedes said mirroring the Latina's stance.
"Jesus Christ it's too early for this shit. Can we just do this later Wheezy?"
"No Satan we're doing this right now," Mercedes snapped back moodily.
"Alright fine let me get it started off for you then bitches. Yes Dave is really gay. Like really gay. As are I and Rachel. I love her and she loves me and Finnoscence can go suck it because it is not our burden to bare he can't keep a relationship working worth shit."
"Oh we don't doubt that Rachel loves you at all," Mercedes said rolling her eyes.
"Wait what?" Santana said wrinkling her brows. "Then what the hell?"
"Rachel is sweet," Sam said plainly. "Like really sweet. She is like some little puppy that if you show love too will follow you around forever."
"Okay…still not getting your issues." Santana snapped out more confused than angry. At this both Sam and Mercedes came towards her yelling.
"Oh please cut the innocent crap. Yah I believe my girl is head over heels for you, because that is how she is. But you can't expect me to believe for one minute that this isn't anything but a game for you Santana."
"And it's not cool Santana. You can't just use her like this. I mean like you use everyone and it's just not cool."
"What's the game this time huh? Date her to make Finn jealous just because you enjoy being a bitch? And then what dump her and make her look like an idiot."
"How long are you going to keep this up?"
"And you best believe that I ain't gonna stand by and watch you mark another notch on your bed pole."
"What did she ever do to you? What does anyone ever do to you that makes you treat people like this?"
Santana stood her ground during the barrage of insulting questions and accusations, running them over in her head and internally smirking. Well shit least this one make a little bit more fucking sense that the bull Quinnoscence and Finnoscence are spouting out. Bringing her attention back she rolled her eyes at the sight of Sam and Mercedes glaring at her waiting for her to speak.
"Are you two done now? Look bitches I ain't gotta explain anything to anyone. Rachel and I are the real deal and that's that," she said gaining steam as she started closing in on the couple. "So ya'll can scamper back to your Queen and King and tell them I said to bring on their stupid asses to free period out in the hall so we can discuss this shit, or so I can kick their asses until they understand, ya'll gots it or do I needs to write it down for you."
"Whatever Santana you are about as scary as a Chihuahua," Mercedes said rolling her eyes but backed away from the girl anyways. Sam looked like he was severely regretting his decision to confront the girl and was discreetly trying to cover up his private parts with his book bag.
"Bitch I'm a Doberman," Santana barked and laughed when the two teenagers spun around and stomped off. "And remember free period!" Santana yelled after them. Behind her she heard chuckling and she found Rachel watching her with a deep smokey look in her eyes.
"Have I mentioned yet that I find your tempestuous side disarmingly sexual when it is not directed towards me," she said walking up to the Latina and pulling her down into a fierce kiss.
Santana felt her insides knot up at the girl's oral ministrations and ripped her lips away to look up and down the hall for somewhere to duck into. She groaned loudly and started cussing in Spanish when the girl began biting on her exposed neck and slipping petite hands up the sides of her abdomen. "Ay dios mio Babe you're going to kill me."
"Less talking," Rachel said nipping on Santana's collarbone. "I suggest you locate a deserted classroom Santana."
Jerking her head around Santana started dragging the girl down the hall with her, half dragging the shorter girl with her as she started jerking on door handles. Finally she let out a whoop when a classroom door flew open revealing several empty rows of desks. Pulling herself and Rachel through the door Santana kicked it closed behind her and twisted the lock.
Groaning when she felt Rachel's left hand start to climb under her shirt she pushed the girl backwards into a wall, shoving a hand up the girl's shirt she growled when she realized the tiny girl wasn't wearing a bra. "Oh shit babe you're making this so much easier for me."
"What did I say about talking," Rachel managed to gasp out as she rolled her hips against the Latinas. "Baby we've only got another ten minutes until the people start showing up so just please baby," Rachel keened out when Santana started dragging a hand down her abs.
"Please what?" Santana teased, stopping at the top of the girls jeans.
"San I need you," Rachel groaned out humping the air in desperation.
"All you have to do is tell me what you want Rachel." Santana whispered huskily into the tiny girl's ear before she started to nip and suck at the girl's sensitive neck.
"Oh god," Rachel ground out. "Please baby…yours…make me."
Santana's hands flew to the buttons on Rachel's jeans and she quickly pulled them and them and the girls black panties down the girl's trembling thigh. "Was that hard?" She teased gruffly as she ran two fingers through the girl's center and slipped them into her, moaning at the tightness.
Rachel was completely past the point of being able to speak and simply started letting out a string of 'Ohgods' as Santana began pumping in an out of her. Rachel's leg jerked forwards when Santana added a thumb to the girl's clit and Santana instantly ground down on the leg, putting pressure where she desperately needed it. As soon as she did she realized that she was embarrassingly close to orgasm and slipped a third finger into her girlfriend, rewarding Santana with a guttural moan.
"Whose are you?" Santana asked biting down on the girl's neck hard enough to deepen the color of the already bruised neck.
"Oh…yo…oh go…," Rachel stuttered her fingers digging into the girls back.
"Whose are you?" Santana ground out, fighting her own pleasure and slowing down her ministrations at Rachel's center."
"No ple…fast…" Rachel sobbed out.
"I'll go faster if you tell me whose you are." Santana said her eyes rolling back into her head at the desperate look on Rachel's face.
"Oh fuck…I'm…oh go…I'm yours San!" Rachel keened out thrusting her hips erratically to regain the friction she had lost. "Make me yours!" She cried out, any thoughts about keeping the noise lever down completely leaving her head.
Santana felt the fire in her belly threaten to explode and she started slamming her fingers back into the girl, desperate to come together with the girl. She stared grinding out a desperate 'Mine' over and over again that matched Rachel's keening 'yours' until Rachel's body tensed up and she yelled out Santana's name in please, sending Santana over the edge with her, biting into the girl's neck to cover up her own cry.
The girls stayed leaned up against the door for a few minutes, the only sounds being their desperate gasps and the tick of the wall clock above them. Both of their eyes fluttered open when they heard the voices of students filling up the hall behind them and they both started giggling in each others arm.
Gently pulling her fingers out of Rachel, Santana stepped back and began to adjust her clothing as Rachel pulled up her panties and jeans. Smiling up at the Latina Rachel's breath stole in her throat at the care free smile on her face as she thumbed the deeply bruised skin on Rachel's neck. Rachel stood on her tip toes and wrapped her arms around the girl's neck, kissing her softly. "Has anyone ever told you that my Love are devastatingly beautiful?" She asked sincerely.
"Oh god I love you," Santana whispered at the stunningly sweet words and blushed when she felt a tear run down her cheek.
"Hey hey, no crying," Rachel said kissing the tear. "What's wrong Love?"
"I'm just so happy and I just wanna like skip all this drama bullshit."
Rachel faux gasped at this and smiled, "Santana Lopez wants to skip some drama. I can barely believe it."
Santana giggled and smiled, brushing away the tears on her cheeks. "Believe it Babe. I just want to get past it all and get on with our life together."
"Together?" Rachel said smiling shyly.
"Yes together."
"Forever?"
"You bet your ass."
Rachel chuckled as she started to feel her own tears spill over and she nestled her face into the crook of Santana's neck. "No one's ever said forever to me," she mumbled. Santana was at a loss for what to say but realized that this was one of those moments where she could simply show the girl her feelings instead. Pushing the girl away she slowly wiped away her tears and then rested a finger on her chin, tipping her head up. Leaning over she pressed her lips softly against the girls. It wasn't rushed. There were no teeth or tongue. It was just the perfect sensation of kissing the girl she loved.
Rachel sighed and pulled away before wrapping her arms around the girl and hugging her tightly. They stood that way for a minute before the noise from the filled hallway became too much to ignore. Resigning themselves to the fact that they had to continue the day, they squared their shoulders and strutted out into the hall. Santana making sure to sneer at Quinn, Azimio, and Finn who were leaning up against a set of lockers near a group of sneering Cheerios and glaring openly at the girls. "See you at free period Quinny," Santana hummed sliding past the couple and slipping an arm dramatically across Rachel's shoulders. Smiling smugly back at them when Rachel sunk into her side and slipped an arm around her waist. She almost started to roll on the floor laughing when Quinn smacked one of the red lockers hard and dragged Azimio after her; Finn just staring at them longingly.
The two warring groups had figuratively crashed into each other next to the choir room a few minutes into the free period. It was chaos. It was also one of those McKinley moments where you just had to wonder where the hell the teachers were. Santana stood in the middle nose to nose with Quinn, screaming in each other's face violently, each one daring the other one to get physical.
On one side of them Azimio and Dave were locked in a staring contest, both boys growling out obscenities. They were literally holding onto a string at this point, as the insults flew, Kurt stood off to the side of them arguing as well. The conversation flying between insults of fags that angered Dave and Kurt to insults against the girls that infuriated Dave.
On the other side Finn and Puck inches apart from each other shouting back and forth about Rachel. It had almost come to blows several times only to be broke up by Sam and Lauren who were also arguing. Finn had turned purple when Puck had started insinuating he knew exactly why Rachel and he broke up, asking Finn if he enjoyed pushing people into walls, and that he was welcome to try on him.
The most upsetting was the sight of Mercedes and Brittany locking into an argument. Well it wasn't so much of an argument as Brittany yelling loudly at the singer, and Mercedes staring back at her trying to defend herself without raising her voice at the dancer. She might have been furious with the girl but she wasn't dumb enough to actually yell at Brittany, only because she knew her life would go to major shit. Artie had given her a friendly reminder of this when Mercedes had snapped at the girl to stop being stupid. The boy had quickly pushed himself forwards and ran over both of Mercedes' feet, leaning over to side to put maximum pressure on them.
Santana had pushed Rachel behind her back the second the screaming started and the girl was standing behind yelling out her opinions at all of the conversations as she saw fit.
She literally didn't see it coming. One second she was listening to the arguments trying to figure out who to scream at next and the next second she felt a hand slap over her mouth and wrap around her midsection, pulling the tiny girl off the floor and dragging her backwards into the empty choir room, spilling her books at the entrance.
Jerking in her kidnappers arms violently she tried screaming for Santana when she was surrounded by four of the lesser known Cheerios, each one grabbing a part of her tiny body in a vice like grip and hauling her into their arms like a sacrifice as a fifth cheerio, Stacy her name was she remembered from the previous day, slammed a back bag over Rachel face and wrapped duct tape around her head.
She felt her body lurch and she struggled desperately in their arms, her nostrils flaring as she desperately tried to breath. Tears were pouring out of her eyes and already the inside of the bag was soaked, making it even harder for the girl to suck in much needed oxygen. Her body began to shake violently as she sobbed behind the duct tape, screaming behind it for Santana or Dave or anyone to stop this.
She felt her body lurch to and fro as the girls ran with her and she tried her hardest to figure out where she was being taken. She counted a left before the girls stopped running and started descending down a flight of stairs. They stopped at the bottom and she was unceremoniously dumped to the ground with a painful thud. Scrambling blindly away she knocked over what felt like multiple bottles of cleaning supplies as she violently ripped the duck tape from around her mouth and tossed the black bag away form herself, gasping for air on her hands and knees. After a few minutes she heard laughter and suddenly remembered where she was looking up and seeing the five Cheerios staring at her with sadistic grins on their faces.
"What's wrong Treasure Trail, here I thought you swimmers had good breath control," Stacy said sneering at the tiny terrified girl.
"Stacy please, I don't know what Quinn said to you but," Rachel started to say before being interrupted by Stacy holding up a hand.
"Stop it right their Dyke. Quinn Whore Fabray has nothing to do with this. This is personal."
"What did I do to you?" Rachel shook out.
"Well it's not really you; so much as it is your slutty ass girlfriend. I totally believe ya'll are indeed a couple, because we all know she'll fuck anyone and you're desperate."
"You shut the fuck up," Rachel snapped surprising herself.
"Oh Treasure Trail has claws," Stacy barked out. "You two think ya'll are hot shit don't you? Just show up at school raising your faggot flag and declaring that things are changing? That ya'll are the new captains of a swim team that is taking away our funding by the way," Stacy screamed out, punctuating the end with a shriek. "Well ya'll can think whatever ya'll want but it is not going to do you any good. We are the Cheerios and we rule this fucking school and nobody is going to take that away from us. You're bitch asses should have suited up for Sue, now you're paying for it Berry."
"What are you going to do?" Rachel said flattening herself against the wall.
"Nothing that bad. From one athlete to another we wanted to show you a sign of good sportsmanship and bought you lunch," Stacy sneered as a Cheerio pulled a large bag from McDonalds out of her duffel, followed by a drink holder with four extra large Styrofoam cups sitting in it.
Rachel eyed the bags wearingly, starting to panic when the smell of cooked beef hit her senses. "Now I know you swimmers need your protein so I made sure to get plenty of it for you," Stacy said sickeningly sweet as she started to pull out some sloppily wrapped bacon cheeseburgers.
Rachel shook her head starting to get the gist of what was going on as Stacy handed out eight of the sandwiches, smirking and motioning to the girls to start unwrapping them. "And Berry I also got you some Ice Cold Strawberry milkshakes to was down those delicious murdered cows and piggies," Stacy laughed motioning to the drink holder. "So dyke you ready eat lunch with the Cheerios?"
"I'm not hungry," Rachel managed to shake out, her chest heaving in fear and tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Awe girls did you hear that? Manhands isn't hungry. That's a bit rude seeing as we went through all this work to get some food for you Yentle."
"I'm sorry, please don't do this," Rachel cried gaining a second wind and trying to scramble past them.
Stacy stomped her foot in front of the girls face and knelt down to eye level. "Dyke you're learning your place today for you and your girlfriend. You're eating all these adorably slaughtered animals and finishing off those milkshakes, and we can do this the easy way or the hard way, it's really up to you," Stacy ground out, her voice deadly serious.
Rachel closed her eyes and shut her mouth as tightly as she could, shaking her head and trying to scramble away. "All right girls," Stacy said walking over and grabbing Rachel but the arm before turning Rachel's back to her front and using her free hands to force the girl's mouth open. "You heard her, she wants the hard way." All that Rachel could do as the girls came near her smiling widely was cry.
Brittany was the first person to notice that Rachel was gone. Whipping her blonde head around she looked around frantically before holding a hand up to Mercedes face and walking away.
"Oh hell to the no, Barbie did not just tell me to talk to the hand," Mercedes ground out following the girl who shrugged her off as she anxiously craned her head around.
Seeing Rachel's books scattered on the floor leading into the choir room Brittany yelped and grabbed Santana pulling her around in place stunning Santana and Quinn. "Brittany what…"
"Rachel is gone San!" Brittany yelled out hysterically pointing at the scattered books.
In a flash Santana had grabbed Quinn by the shirt and slammed her into a row of lockers, silencing the other arguments mid yells. "Where the fuck is Rachel!" She barked out in the girls face venomously.
Quinn looked around panicked up and down the hall not seeing the girl and turning to Santana wide eyed. "I don't know! I didn't do anything to her I swear!" Quinn yelled trying to break out of the girl's tight grasp.
"Don't fuck with me Fabray! Where the fuck is she? Tell me!" Santana yelled, punctuating each line with a slam into the lockers.
"I don't know! Let me go we have to find her!" Quinn shrieked breaking out of the girl's grip.
"If I find out you're behind anything Quinn I will fucking be the end of you, do you understand me?" Santana severely ground out into the blondes face before turning around and running over to the books. Looking around the empty classroom she saw the door across the room hanging wide open and bolted to it, stopping as she frantically looked up and down the isle. She barely noticed with Quinn, Brittany, Dave, Finn, and the rest of the two groups slammed into her from behind and just turned on them. "Fucking spread out and find her!" She screeched taking off down the hall. Next to her Quinn ran and the two went down the hall quickly jerking open each and every door and looking inside of it. Turning down the hall to the left they saw a Baby Cheerio squeal in fear at the sight of both of HBIC's tearing around the corner. Quickly the girl took off in the opposite direction and the girls chased after her as quick as possible. They rounded a corner to see the girl jerk open a door and fly through it. Santana reached it first and jumped through it taking three steps at a time with Quinn hot on her tail.
Hitting the bottom of the stairs running, Santana looked jerkily around the dimly lit supply room, her eyes only sweeping once before she saw another door on the other end. In the split second before she took off running a weak whimper pervaded her senses and she jerked around on the spot searching the floor.
Running around an old shelf she sobbed out when she saw Rachel curled up in the fetal position, her body covered in something thing and pink and shivering violently. Santana ran towards the girls and slid up to her, wrapping her arms around her.
"San," Rachel cried out on her shoulder. Jerking her head around she sniffed the pink substance that was matted in the tiny girl's hair, almost gagging when she realized the girl was covered in milkshake. Another smell hit her senses and she let out a feral groan when she looked down and realized they were surrounded by burger trash from McDonalds. Her eyes widening when she looked at the tiny girls face and saw the ugly finger shaped bruises covering her face.
"Oh my god…did they?" Quinn started to ask but stopped herself slamming her hand over her mouth in understanding.
Rachel shook violently in the Latina's arms and she rocked her back and forth, trying to wipe away some of the mess. "Baby tell me what you need," Santana whispered in the girl's ear.
"Bathroom," Rachel managed to shake out and Santana jumped to her feet pulling the tiny girl into her arms bridal style and lunging up the stairs when Quinn in tow. The blonde ran in front of them and kicked open a bathroom door and then the door to the handicapped stall.
Rushing past her she dropped Rachel from her arms over the toilet as the girl started to wretch in her arms. Santana grabbed the girl's matted brown hair and pulled it to the top of her head bunching it there as the diva started to violently empty the contents of her stomach.
Quinn came up from behind Santana, her face paler than the Latina had ever seen it and handed her a wad of wet paper towels. Santana nodded and grabbed the towels and started wiping down the girls neck and exposed arms, desperately trying to remove the sticky sweet substance.
Santana could here Dave and Brittany out in the hall bellowing out her name and she jerked her head towards the noise. Quinn ran out of the stall yelling out to them their location. Santana stay leant over holding Rachel in her arms as the girl vomited over and over again.
Looking up Santana saw Quinn whispering furiously in Dave and Brittany's ears, both of their faces turning to shock as the blonde went on. Dave slammed a fist into the opened stall door and Santana glared at him when Rachel jumped in her arms. He looked at her sheepishly before running out of the bathroom.
Santana turned her attention back to Rachel who at this point was dry heaving violently into the toilet. "Baby, you have to stop it's all out," Santana whispered into the girls ear from behind.
"Still taste it," Rachel whimpered before lunging back to the bowl and continuing her dry heaves.
Suddenly the door burst open and Santana craned her neck to see Coach Beiste come flying into the room. Stopping in front of the stall door she silently handed Santana a bottle of Gatorade. Santana nodded and pulled Rachel away from the toilet as she ripped open the bottle with her teeth and wrapped her arms around the girl, bringing the bottle up to her mouth. "Baby sip some of this and let it sit in your mouth a few seconds before you spit it out," Santana said into the girl's ear, silently cheering when Rachel nodded and followed her directions.
After spitting it out she slumped back into the girls arms, holding her tightly. "Take her home Lopez," Beiste said solemnly. "I'll talk to your teachers."
"We came in Dave's truck," Santana said stroking the tiny girl in her arm's sticky hair.
"I'll take them back to their house Coach," Quinn offered, eyes locked on the two girls.
"Okay Fabray," Beiste said evenly. "But come right back to school afterwards. I need you to tell me what you saw."
"Yes Ma'am," Quinn nodded backing up as Santana stood to her feet cradling Rachel in her arms.
"Let's go," Santana gruffed out and wordlessly walked out of the school with the blonde. Quinn stared openly at the two of them, her indifferent mask firmly in place.
Getting into the back seat of the blonde's car, Santana help onto the girl silently. Quinn looked up every few seconds in the rear view mirror until finally she let out a deep huff.
"Care to share what the deal is now?" Santana whispered at the girl.
"Don't you think this joke has gone far enough?"
"Oh my god bitch, you honestly still think this is a joke the two of us made up?"
"No bitch. I think it's your joke and you're seriously fucked up for it, because Rachel doesn't deserve this shit."
"What the fuck are you talking about Quinn?"
"I'm not stupid Santana. What are you just going to stay with her as long as it takes to really hurt all of us and then break her heart? It's obvious she is in love with you."
"Fuck you Quinn. You don't know shit," Santana growled out.
"I know that Rachel deserves someone who actually loves her and wouldn't have let this happen to her." Quinn said looking at the Latina angrily as she pulled into the driveway. "I know that you're the last person who should have her heart. Someone else could give her so much besides a sick joke and you're all she sees."
Suddenly a lot of things clicked in place for Santana and she glared at Quinn. "Someone else huh Quinn? Someone like you maybe?" She snapped out, holding Rachel possessively.
"Fuck you I'm not gay! Get the fuck out of my car!" Quinn screamed causing Rachel to flinch in her sleep from the loud noise.
"You stay the hell away from us," Santana growled out getting out of the car and stomping to the door, pulling her house key out of her back pocket she tossed open the door and kicked it shut behind her, ignoring the anxious dogs she ran through to their bathroom and sat Rachel down softly on the rug next to the bathtub. Quickly she started filling it up and made quick work of Rachel's and her own clothes, before pulling both of them into the tub.
Rachel opened her eyes sleepily and looked up at the Latina with big tears welling starting to roll down here cheek. "Hey, it's okay," Santana assured as she started using a cup to rinse the shake out of the girl's hair.
Rachel just looked at the Latina for a second before rapping her arms around the girl and ducking into her neck. Santana spent the next twenty minutes whispering sweet nothings into the girl's ears as she slowly but surely made sure that every last trace was gone.
Getting out of the tub she pulled Rachel up softly and wrapped her in a giant fluffy towel. After drying the girl off a bit she pulled her back into her arms and lay her down on the bed softly, pulling up the covers over them as Rachel wrapped her body around the Latina's.
"I love you," Rachel whispered softly.
"I love you too baby, now get some sleep," Santana said kissing the top of her head. Rachel slipped into a deep sleep, but Santana lay there for nearly three hours, glaring at the dark finger shaped bruises covering the girls face.
Santana Lopez was livid. She was ready to tear some bitches apart with her bare hands. But right now Rachel needed her. And she loved Rachel.