Chapter Twenty Nine
Folks Would Kill to Fill Your Shoes
It was sort of there in the back of her mind still, this Amanda business. She knew she shouldn't worry because as far as everyone told her, Rachel loved her and they were good. The problem was just that she couldn't help but keep wondering about it, no matter what other people told her when she complained to them. She hated to sound redundant (yup, that was a Rachel-word she'd taken to like recently, it just fitted so well with her situation), but she blabbered to Quinn and Puck more about it than she probably should.
She just didn't get what the big deal about Amanda Adams was. What was so fucking great about her anyway? She was like – just another person right? Sure, she was sort of pretty and liked the same things that Rachel did, but what did that matter? A person's just... a person. Right? Right? Yes, Santana thought so.
One thing was okay, though, because Santana was pretty certain that Rachel wasn't seeing too much of Amanda. They texted, she knew that, and there was a phone call every night now that they'd entered each other's lives again. But they didn't hang out, because Rachel was pretty busy these days. She was too busy to even see her girlfriend (which bothered said girlfriend a lot... many things bothered her, but she was most vocal about this one).
For the rest of the week, she did not get to spend any time with Rachel – she barely saw her. They always drove separate cars to school these days, and between classes Rachel was a whirlwind of crazy. Santana missed her. She knew that it was sort of stupid and weird, but she really missed her. She missed how they used to be when they were just starting out. So many things had changed, and don't get her wrong, she appreciated a lot of them, but it seemed like her and Rachel had now gotten so comfortable, and so used to each other that their relationship was entirely different. It was okay though, because the Latina knew that they had to grow – she just wished that they weren't spending so much time apart, that they were growing together.
It was stupid, but she blamed it all on Amanda Adams. In the course of one week, that girl had managed to put some bad vibes between her and Rachel. Santana wasn't fond of the feeling in the pit of her stomach, this green monster of jealousy, and she found herself wondering what the fuck had happened to the girl that she was – the girl she used to be. That girl wouldn't have feared that her girl was going to cheat on her, and she wouldn't have felt insecure. But it was like Rachel brought out all these different sides of her, and she flipped her reality around completely so nothing was as it used to be. She just wanted it to be the same – she wanted them to be the same.
She was looking very much forward to their usual Friday night – it was sort of their night. No matter what they did, if they went out or if they stayed in, it had always been their night, from way before they even started dating, back when they were only friends. And she couldn't wait to snuggle up next to her girlfriend and just be with her – with nothing coming between them. (Nothing being Amanda Adams).
can't wait 4 2nite babe.
Santana smiled to herself and pressed the send button before she turned her attention back to Brittany, who was grinning at her like crazy. The blonde had grabbed her the second she entered school that morning, and dragged her towards the library. Santana still wasn't certain what they were really doing there, and since Brittany wasn't really saying or doing anything that might explain it, she'd thought she'd text Rachel and let her know she had arrived at school.
"So tell me Britt," the Latina said then and pocketed her iPhone, "why are we here again?"
Brittany looked thoughtful for a second or two as she bit her lip and her eyes wandered around. "Uhm I was just – I was looking for the, that thing, do you know it?"
Wrinkling her forehead, Santana said, "No. What thing again?"
The blonde girl grinned, "That thing that they have here. At the library."
"A book?"
"Yeah!" Brittany replied, nodding enthusiastically, "One of... those."
Santana stared at her friend in complete confusion. She knew Brittany was special and that she sometimes was a little slow on the uptake, and usually, she'd be all for that, and she fucking understood Brittany better than anyone, but this? This made absolutely no fucking sense to her. It was just a little too out there. Santana felt her phone buzz in her pocket again, and she shot Brittany another confused look, before she retrieved it and found a new text message from Rachel.
Yes, about tonight, Baby... I'm sorry, but I'll have to postpone it, because my ballet instructor called, and if I truly want the lead at our show next month, I need all the proper training I can get. So I'm going to be practising alone with her tonight, and I don't know when I'll be done. I'm sorry.
Feeling the annoyance in the pit of her stomach, Santana angrily clutched her phone and clenched her jaw. No fucking way! She was not going to let Rachel practice ballet all fucking evening. Rachel was good enough, way better than any of those girls, and for fuck's sake, she needed a break, and Santana needed her girlfriend. She was not used to being second best, she was not going to be the person that Rachel was with when she just had time. She wanted to be the person Rachel couldn't be without – because that was the fucking way that she felt about her!
She was going to fucking tell her that, and she was going to do it right now!
Turning around on her heel, Santana didn't care much about library politics and she angrily turned a chair over, before she felt a warm hand around her wrist, turned her face back and came face to face with Brittany.
"San! San, where are you going?" she asked her, and the questions were written in her blue eyes, and she just looked adorable.
The Latina growled and ripped her arm free from Brittany's grasp, "I'm going to fucking talk to Rachel! I haven't seen her all week, and it's fucking annoying. I get these weird stings in the pit of my stomach, and I just know it's because of her, damnit!" she all but yelled, and she didn't even care that other students were wandering the halls. All she cared about were the frigging tears of frustration in her eyes, and the weird insecure feeling in the pit of her stomach. She didn't like it, she didn't like it one bit.
Brittany chewed on her lower lip again and shifted from one foot to another. "But San, I needed help finding that- that book thing. Okay? Will you help?"
Santana sighed and told herself to calm down; she shouldn't snap at Brittany, it was not her fault that Rachel was so distant right now. She couldn't help her though, because she had a feeling that if she didn't talk to Rachel today – right now – she might not get a chance until next week since the girl kept cancelling on her. "B, I'm sorry," she said, shrugging her shoulders, "but I gotta go find Rach, okay? She's – she's my girlfriend, and I really miss her..."
Something akin of understanding flickered through Brittany's blue eyes, and she gave the Latina a short nod. "Okay." she lightly said, "I'll come with you. But if Q asks, I did a much better job at trying to keep you here."
The Latina paused, and the second she did so, Brittany probably realised that she'd said too much, because her eyes went absolutely wide and she clasped a hand across her mouth, while Santana's own eyes narrowed in on her and she took a step closer, "What do you mean 'trying to keep me here'? What's Quinn got to do with anything?" she hissed.
The blonde girl lowered her hand again and looked to the ground for a second or two, before she dared meet the Latina's eyes. "Quinn asked me to get you to help me find that book, San..." she trailed off, and her innocence was rather cute, even though Santana really didn't want to think so right now.
"Why?" she snapped.
Brittany sighed. "She had to talk to Rachel."
Santana felt her heartbeat speed up. "To Rachel? Why would she need to talk to Rachel, Britt!" This is not fucking good, it's really not.
Brittany shook her head. "Dunno, San, it was something about you and Amanda and stuff."
The second Amanda's name left Brittany's mouth, Santana knew that she had to go find Quinn and Rachel right now. She had no idea what Quinn wanted to accomplish by talking to Rachel, she just knew that she had to stop it, before things were said that really shouldn't be said. Like Quinn telling Rachel what Santana really thought of Amanda, or Quinn saying to Rachel that she had to stop – Santana appreciated it if Quinn was truly trying to help, but she had a bad fucking feeling in the pit of her stomach that things were only going to get worse if Quinn meddled.
"Where Britt?" she asked then, as the panic rose within her, and oh holy fuck, this frigging isn't happening! "Where are they?"
Brittany shrugged her shoulders again and stuck her hands into her pockets, but Santana turned around on her heel and practically started running down the hallway to get to the choir room – the only place that would truly make sense for them to be. She could hear Brittany trailing behind her, mumbling things about Quinn and about help and something about ducks, but she didn't really listen. She just brushed pass all the students that were making their way towards their first period class, and hoped to God that she could stop this from happening before it really did.
Turning a corner and seeing the door to the choir room in the distance, Santana came to a halt and paused- I wonder what they're talking about? She bit her lip and took a tentative step closer. She didn't want Quinn to say something stupid to upset her girlfriend, but a part of her was really curious to find out what Quinn had in mind; like, why was it that she needed to talk to Rachel so bad? Maybe it wouldn't be such a huge disaster as Santana had first feared...
Placing her finger to her lips, the Latina motioned for Brittany to be quiet, and the two girls crept closer to the choir room. The door was wide open, and as they huddled against the wall outside, Quinn's voice rung loud and clear.
"-what this is doing to you!" Quinn hissed, and Santana could just imagine that Scary-Quinn look on her face that had all her ex-boyfriends shaking in their pants (Rachel though, she'd probably take it standing up; she had so in the past for sure), "Santana loves you, Rachel! I swear, sometimes I still don't get why it happened, but apparently you two were just exactly what each other needed. Santana's been through enough heartbreak with Brittany, okay? Don't break her all over again, everything's finally starting to look up for her."
Rachel huffed loudly, "I don't understand why you feel the need to have this conversation with me, Quinn? Is it because you have an irrational fear that I'm going to leave Santana? Why would I do that! I love her."
Santana felt that weird fluttering feeling in the pit of her stomach. Heh. It was kinda nice. She clutched her hand to Brittany's a littler tighter.
The HBIC snapped right back at her, "Then what's with this Amanda business, Rachel? I swear to God, Santana may be good at hiding it, but she's freaking out. It seems like you still like her, and Santana can't deal with it, she just can't."
"Please, Santana's not good at hiding anything, I know her, Quinn," Rachel replied, her voice going soft at the end, "I know all of her looks and all of her defence mechanisms. I know that she doesn't like the fact that I'm spending time with Amanda, but truly, I need to do this. She's – she's going through some things right now, and my fathers and I, we're literally the only people that she has."
Quinn then said, "But she wants you, Rachel! She does, don't shake your head! She wants you still, and that's what worries Santana the most, because she may trust you, but she doesn't trust her!"
Rachel sighed, "Trusting me should be enough then."
The blonde continued, and Santana found herself leaning her head closer towards the door, because she didn't want to miss a thing. "You look at her, too." she said, "Santana knows that. She knows that she was your first love and that the two of you share something special. Kind of like her and Brittany."
"And do you see me denying her any time with Brittany?" was Rachel's counter-attack, and Santana squeezed Brittany's hand for good measure, because she could see that the blonde girl immediately got worried, and she just wanted to assure her that their friendship wouldn't end.
Quinn sighed too, "No of course not. But that's the difference between you and Santana. You can handle it, she can't." she paused, "And don't even try to deny that you're still attracted to Amanda, because we all know you are."
"You're right." Rachel whispered, and Santana felt this weird sting in her heart and her breath hitched in her throat, "I am still attracted to Mandy. And if I hadn't been dating Santana, I would probably have persuaded a relationship with her again, but that's not really an issue, is it, Quinn, because I only want Santana." she swallowed loudly, and Santana tried not to freak out by the words she was just hearing, "And Amanda wouldn't do anything. She respects that I have a girlfriend whom I love very much."
"She smelled your hair, Rachel!" Quinn snapped then, probably losing what little patience she seemed to posses when it came to their favourite diva, "At the cheerleading competition! She fucking smelled your hair when she hugged you! I saw it. Santana was freaking the hell out inside the dressing room and I went to sneak a peek at this new girl, and I saw it, she smelled your hair."
Rachel was quiet for a long time, and Santana hoped to God that something wonderful was going to come out of her mouth next; something that would reassure her. She had to admit though that Quinn's hostile feelings to this entire Amanda business made a lot more sense now. She'd seen something she deemed very inappropriate (and let's face it, it was Quinn, the epitome of a Virgin Mary, of course she'd find hair-smelling inappropriate!), and that was why she'd been acting the way she had. Brittany hadn't believed that there was something to worry about, but from day one, Quinn had been on the fence. Santana had to admit that it was fucking nice to have the blonde HBIC back in her corner – only a true friend would go to these lengths to make sure that she wasn't hurt.
Finally Rachel replied and the Latina loosened her grip on Brittany's hand a little bit, "Don't you think I know that?" she whispered, and Santana had to lean a little closer to hear better, "I'm worried that her feelings for me are returning to the heights they used to be, because I know I'll never return them and she'll just end up getting hurt." she paused and Santana felt a lot better after hearing that, "But I still have to help her get through this. Quinn, she's – she's considering leaving home because she can't deal with the fact that her parents won't accept her. She doesn't have many friends at Carmel, and we're trying to figure out if there's a place for her to stay. Until then..." she trailed off, "Until then she's been spending a lot of time at my place."
What the fuck? She's living with them?
"She's living with you?"
Just my thoughts, Q, just my thoughts...
Brittany placed a comforting hand on her arm.
Rachel replied, "No, she's not living with us, because her parents would probably send her off to some Gay-camp or something. She tells them she's with one of her friends from the Camels and they believe her. But she has to spend most of her nights at home."
Quinn snickered.
"Why am I even telling you this?" Rachel argued then and there was the distinct sound of a foot-stomp, "I think it's absolutely marvellous that you care so much about Santana – frankly she needs a friend like you – but I don't appreciate being cornered and doubted. I love her, and that should be enough, I'd never deceive her, I just don't do that."
Quinn snickered again, "Oh really? What about Puck? The second you felt insecure in your relationship with Finn, you went straight into his arms!"
Rachel laughed, "And that's coming from you? Very nice Quinn, very nice."
Santana could practically feel the angry vibes escaping from the small confines of the choir room, and she could just imagine Rachel and Quinn in there – giving each other angry glares. She wasn't quite sure what the fuck she was supposed to feel after overhearing this conversation; she didn't feel much better, she didn't feel reassured. But the fact that Rachel kept repeating that she loves her did make her feel a lot better. And she'd known that all along, of course, but it was like Quinn said... Rachel wasn't the problem. Amanda was.
"I think we're done here." Rachel then finally said, and suddenly footsteps starting nearing the door, and the Latina turned on her heel and hauled Brittany off towards the nearest bathroom in a hurry so they wouldn't get caught.
As she leaned against the tiled bathroom wall with Brittany giving her a sad smile, Santana couldn't help but frown. What the fuck do I do now, then?
x
Pick up the damn phone Tiny, come on... pick up, pick up!
"Hi Baby!"
Fuck yeah! "Hey Tiny." Santana softly replied, and she couldn't help but smile into the damn phone in relief. She hadn't really talked to Rachel at school at all, because after the conversation she heard, she'd tried to avoid her.
Rachel sounded happy to hear from her though, when she replied, "Where were you during school? I tried to find you and text you, but... I couldn't, and you didn't reply. If I didn't know you'd never do so, I would have started to think you were avoiding me!"
That guilty feeling in the pit of her stomach? So not fucking nice. "Yeah, I was... busy. Had to help B with something in the library." Not a fucking lie... still not the entire truth, but not a fucking lie.
Her midget diva seemed to be okay with that though. "Oh! Well, I'm so glad you're helping her with her homework, Baby, she needs it." she giggled, "Did you want anything in particular?"
Oh yeah! There was a reason for this phone call after all... It wasn't just 'cuz she felt a bit guilty, though that was partly it; mostly it was just the desire to see her girlfriend later tonight that had her coming out of hiding. "Well, I know you said you had ballet all evening with your instructor, but I was hoping that afterwards... you'd come to Puck's place? Uhm, he's having this sort of party for the Glee kids... Kurt and Blaine will be there too, and Matt's totally in town this weekend! It's going to be great, and it wouldn't be a party without you... I don't wanna go without you."
Rachel was quiet on the other end of the phone for a long time as she seemed to think it over. "Uhm..." she trailed off. 'Uhm'? So not a Rachel Berry phrase.
"I miss you, Tiny." Santana rasped out then, and she knew it was playing it fucking unfair, but she couldn't help herself. She wanted – no scratch that, she fucking needed – Rachel to come tonight. And it was because she missed her. No fucking lie.
Rachel was almost whispering when she replied, "I miss you, too."
Santana felt her heart skip a beat, "So will you come?"
"Don't be mad," Rachel said then, and Santana could practically hear it in her voice that she was torn up about what to do, "but... But I wasn't really going to do ballet tonight." she murmured, and Santana heard all alarms go off inside her head, "I – I know I said I wouldn't lie anymore, but I only did this because I know you'd never be okay with it..."
No, no no no! Not Amanda fucking Adams! No, Rachel, don't say her fucking name right now!
Rachel continued, "But Amanda is going to spend the night with me."
No! "Rachel!"
"I'm sorry!"
"You said you wouldn't lie to me." Santana choked out, because fuck that, this was making her sad and angry right now. And there was just no fucking way that that other girl would be spending the night with her girlfriend. So fucking not happening. "How could you lie to me again?"
"I don't know..."
Santana arched an eyebrow and angrily kicked the side of her bed, "You don't fucking know? You have to do better than that, Rachel!" she sighed and threw herself onto her bed. She didn't want to fight with her again about this, she really didn't... all she wanted was to see her tonight. And you know fucking what? There was a solution to all of this that would also make her feel a lot better, because at least Amanda wouldn't be alone with her girlfriend for the entire evening. "You know? I'll – I'll talk to Puck, okay? And you bring Amanda to the party – I promise we'll all be nice to her." No I fucking won't. "Just – I need to see you, Rachel, I – I feel like we haven't seen each other all week."
Rachel breathed out heavily, "Can I really bring her?"
Swallowing, Santana forced out a tiny, "Yes."
"Thank you... I can't wait to see you tonight. I love you, Santana."
"I love you, too."
x
There's this thing called awkwardness.
Santana was a part of it right now.
It didn't feel good. Not at all.
But yeah. She was smiling at Amanda, who was sitting on the couch in Puck's basement, squeezed in between Kurt and Blaine, who were both just fucking loving her. And they were giving her the third degree, while Rachel kept telling them to stop, and Santana was just sitting there, trying not to fall asleep over this riveting conversation. The good thing though? Rachel had been perched on top of her lap since she and Amanda arrived – which was two fucking hours ago. It seemed as if the diva had missed her just as much as the Latina had missed her. And that she needed to be close to her, just like Santana just wanted to hold onto her for the entire evening and not let go.
Quinn and Puck and Brittany were giving Amanda evil-eyes from across the room, but Santana didn't think she noticed.
Most of the other Gleeks were just confused as to who this absolutely stunning girl was. And they were shooting Santana questioning glances, but she tried to ignore those. What was up with those effing Glee clubbers and their insane thirst for gossip? Mercedes was practically heaving over there, where she and Lauren had taken to devouring the food-table. Oddly enough, they'd left all the sliced vegetables – that Rachel brought – for the rest of them.
Resting her cheek against Rachel's shoulder, Santana relished in the feel of her warm body against her skin and the way that she could feel Rachel breathing. She felt like she was always hurting on the inside because of this girl. Not only when she screwed up and upset her, or – or hurt her by spending time with Amanda. But also when they were just with each other, or like now, where Santana just couldn't stop hurting in her heart because she simply loved her so damn much.
It was so strange – was love really supposed to hurt like this? If it was, she wondered why people seemed to crave it so much. Or maybe they just didn't love like she did. She didn't think Brittany hurt like this all the time over Artie, or that Puck did for Lauren, or even Quinn for Sam. They simply couldn't love them as much as she loved Rachel. And even though it hurt like fucking hell, she didn't want the love to stop, because if it did – she'd hurt even more over not having it.
She swallowed loudly and absently tightened her arms around her girlfriend.
Turning her head to the side, Rachel's warm brown eyes met hers, "Are you okay?" she whispered as she turned slightly over in the cheerleader's lap and carefully pushed a lock of Santana's hair back. "You're so quiet tonight, Baby."
"Just thinkin'..." Santana trailed off, and she gazed into the singer's eyes and couldn't get herself to look away.
Rachel smiled softly, "I'm sorry things have been so rough lately..." she whispered, and the honesty in her voice was almost gut-wrenching, "I know it's mostly my fault, and I promise you it'll quiet down soon." her eyes flickered away for a brief moment, before they were back looking at Santana's, slightly moist, "Just remember that I love you more than anything."
The Latina thought that it was weird how Rachel – with just a few words – could make her want to weep her eyes out... because of happiness. She didn't though. Because they were in the middle of a party with other people and that just wasn't badass.
"It's you and me, right?" the diva murmured and brushed their noses together.
Santana couldn't control her soft smile when she was reminded of the future they had planned together – just a little over a year from now. She didn't want things to change from how they were when they met, but she also couldn't wait to start their life together in New York. It was going to be fucking amazing with Rachel there by her side. Anything else didn't matter. "For fuckin' ever..." she agreed, before she pressed their lips together and pulled her girlfriend in for a deep kiss.
She let her senses overtake completely as she sucked in everything that Rachel was willing to give her. The smell of her hair, the feel of her bare skin beneath her fingertips. The way that she tasted, and the way that fireworks went off inside her head whenever their lips touched. And the way that she could hear her breathing, those tiny whimpers she made when their lips brushed just right. Mostly though – the way that Santana just knew that she was there. Always.
"Alright girls," Puck laughed as he pulled Rachel off Santana's lap, "you wanna borrow a bedroom? It'd be hot."
Santana said, "Shut up, Puck!" just as Rachel mumbled, "Don't be so crass, Noah!"
The big boy laughed out loud, and seconds after both Rachel and Santana joined in, and right then, it felt like everything was good between them. At least for now.
After that Santana felt like her mood had shifted drastically – all the troubles of the last few days didn't matter anymore, and Rachel was by her side from then on, no matter what they did. They all sat down in a circle and played a silly game of Truth or Dare, and after that they played Spin the Bottle. At last, Rachel and Puck went upstairs to find his sister's game of Twister and they placed the mat on the floor and made fools of themselves for the better part of three hours. Artie was spinning and the rest of them took turns. It was quite interesting in the third round when it came down between Brittany and Rachel – they were both in very odd positions, but the girls' flexibility really gave everyone inside that room a very interesting show. Santana felt very turned on.
Which was why – once the mat was folded up and everyone had turned to do whatever it was that they did – Santana found herself pressing Rachel up against the wall in the hallway upstairs, away from prying eyes and gossiping friends. She could feel every inch of Rachel's body pressing into her, as she squeezed the tinier girl roughly against the wall. The diva's hands were tangled in her loose hair, pulling it slightly, as their mouths moved in perfection unison, and Santana felt like she just wanted to devour the other girl completely. The need to be close to her was so overwhelming the Latina could hardly think straight. Her knee was tangled between Rachel's thighs and she couldn't help but move her hips completely frantically in some sort of attempt to relieve the insufferable throbbing between her thighs.
Rachel moaned loudly as Santana hit a good spot, and the Latina pulled her mouth from the other girl's, then let her forehead rest against the wall next to where the diva was resting her head. "We can't do this here." she breathed out as she tried to catch her breath completely. No matter how much she wanted to, they really couldn't do this here. Someone would catch them and Puck would never let them live it down. Not after the episode at Rachel's house where everyone had heard them have sex the entire night.
"Mhm, never mind..." Rachel trailed off and pulled Santana's head gently back by her shoulder, "A bit more kissing..." she murmured, before she crashed their lips together again, and though the Latina knew she should probably object, she didn't, she just let herself continue to kiss her girlfriend, as her lips buzzed and the tingles went down her spine.
They were abruptly pulled apart by the slamming of a door, and Santana's head snapped to the side, only to find Kurt and Amanda looking at them; Kurt with a cheery expression on his face (absolutely thrilled to have caught them in the act) and Amanda with a … absolutely hurt look across her face. Santana glared at her.
"There she is!" the boy said and pushed Amanda forward in their direction, "Divalicious, you can't just leave your guest among people she doesn't know!" he shook his head at Rachel, who still hadn't moved from her spot between Santana's body and the wall (much to the Cheerio's happiness), "Amanda got a text from her parents, it's of the utmost importance!"
Rachel breathed out, "Did something happen?" and Santana loved that she was completely flustered and out of breath. Hehehe. Take that one, Amanda Adams!
The Afro-American girl awkwardly shuffled closer on her feet, "My parents... they – they want me home, I guess. Can I talk to you for a second before I go?"
The diva's eyes flickered to Santana's and they were loaded with questions. The Latina had to admit that she absolutely loved, that Rachel had at least understood why she felt so awkward with Amanda there all the time and that she was now (sort of) asking her for permission in a way. The Latina gave an almost invisible nod, only understandable to her girlfriend, and pushed herself away from the wall. "I'll be downstairs." she mumbled, before she brushed pass Amanda (maybe a bit more roughly than she should have) and grabbed Kurt by his sleeve, before pulling him with her down the stairs to the basement.
The door smacked close behind them and Santana immediately went to the counter that held all the booze. She needed a drink, and she quickly made herself something that consisted of a little bit of everything, just to make sure that she wouldn't worry about the conversation that was being had upstairs.
She felt a warm hand on her shoulder and turned her head to the side, only to find Puck giving her a concerned look, "You okay?" he questioned her.
Wincing as the burning liquid slid down her throat, Santana shook her head. "No."
Puck grabbed a beer and opened it against the side of the table, "I don't get why Rach can't see it! That Amanda girl is eye-sexing her all the damn time, and she looked about ready to rip your head off when you guys were making out in my chair..." he paused and wriggled his eyebrows, "Thanks for doing that by the way."
The Latina rolled her eyes, "I really hate that they spend some much fucking time alone together. It really gets to me, and I just don't want it to!"
"They're upstairs together right now, eh?" he wanted to know then and took a long sip of his beer as he eyed her.
Santana nodded. "Fuck yeah! Amanda needed to 'talk to her'-" she cut herself off as she used air quotes and wondered for a brief second when she started doing that. She bit her lip. Probably around the time I fell in love with Rachel. "-it's fucking annoying! I just know that she'll do something one day and when she does, I can't say I'll care much about her feelings, 'cuz I'll fucking kill her."
Puck smirked, "And after that Rachel will cut you, because no matter if Amanda meddled or not, she wouldn't want you to stoop to her level."
She groaned, "What Rachel doesn't know won't hurt her, and this is definitely a conversation that stays between the two of us, Puckerman!" she hit him on the arm in a brotherly kind of way, "And when I need to main her? I'll come to you."
He chuckled, "Wouldn't have it any other way, lesbro."
Just as the other boy left her alone to go find his girlfriend, Santana felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, and she quickly pulled it up, only to find Rachel's picture smiling up at her. Placing her drink on the table, she brushed her fingers across the screen and opened the new text, hoping that it was Rachel telling her that she was ready to leave the party and go home and have awesome sex instead.
She quickly became very disappointed. And very fucking mad.
Babe? Will you please come upstairs and take me home? Amanda and I just had a fight.
Frowning to herself, Santana quickly turned on her heel to leave the basement again. She could practically hear Rachel's sadness through the phone and it wasn't a very good feeling. She kicked the door open and found Rachel on the floor, back against the wall, and tears running down her cheeks. Closing the door to the noisy basement behind her, Santana sat down next to her tiny girlfriend and wrapped a comforting arm around her.
"Tiny?" she whispered, pressing her nose to the base of her neck, desperately trying to encourage her to look up, "What happened, Baby?"
Rachel sniffed loudly and looked up. Her eyes were wet with tears and her nose was red. She brushed the back of her hands against it as her lips quivered. "A – Amanda... she ki- she-" she cut herself off as she hiccuped, "She- she told me that she, that she still wants me, Santana! S-s-s-she kissed me."
Oh. Holy. Hell!
As Santana just gaped at her, Rachel quickly rushed to continue with a stuttering explanation, "I told her that, that I-I love you, I o-only want you, Baby," she brushed her cheek off again, "so we had the, the fight."
The Latina just watched her then, as she tried to digest everything she'd just head. Fucking hell to the no! That girl was fucking done when she'd gotten to her. She fucking knew that Rachel was taken. Who the fuck did she think she was? Kissing other people's girlfriends like that? You just don't do that shit!
"Please s-s-s-say something, Santana." Rachel whispered then, and it seemed like she'd gotten better control over her voice.
Santana quickly squeezed her girlfriend closer to her body and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "I love you, Rachel. I wanna say 'I told you so', but fuck... I knew this was going to happen!"
Rachel flinched, "She's just confused, Baby, she'll get over it."
Pulling away from her, Santana gave her a hard stare. "Yeah, she probably will, Rachel, but you're not going to be there to experience it." she raised an eyebrow for good measure, "You're fucking done spending time with her, okay? I mean it. You're fucking done."
I am so, so, so sorry about the extremely long delay for this chapter! I've just been swamped with everything... Moving, settling into the apartment, the few last weeks of school and writing the project for my exam (which is tomorrow). There's been so many birthdays and stuff, I just didn't have time to write! And then this weekend I thought I would, but then... other things got in the way, as in I'm now incredibly smitten with the most wonderful girl I've met in a VERY long time, so I've been spending the past few nights hanging out with her. I'm really very happy, and it was very hard to sit down and write the rest of this chapter which is just sort of not happy at all. In reality, I can hardly stop smiling!
Anyway! I hope this chapter was worth the long wait? There's still drama left, and it's going to get a bit more ugly for our two favourite girls now that Amanda pulled this one... don't worry, I'd never ruin Pezberry, but I love to make it a bit harder for them to handle each other ;)
Please leave me your thoughts and I hope that it won't be this long before I update, though I do have a lot of work coming up the next couple of weeks, unfortunately.
Disclaimer; I don't own Glee or RENT.
