A/N: Hey guys! Something a lot of you have been waiting for occurs in this chapter! Hopefully, I did it justice. Once again, thank you for all of the feedback. Y'all are so, so, so wonderful.
DragonsWillFly: Thanks again for taking the time to review! I always look forward to your reviews :) And it was about time Santana came to her senses, wasn't it? :P
Ky: Sorry! I have a very...eclectic taste in music. But thank you for your review :) I hope you're enjoying the music as much as the story!
dayla859: I'm glad you're enjoying it! As for your question, you'll just have to read this chapter to find out ;)
TobiasFangor92: Haha, what can I say? You gave me the push I needed to update!
Fun fact-I have the last part of this story written, now I just need to go back and finish the chapters in between, haha.
Enjoy!
~Chapter 37~
About a week had passed and Hermione found herself being led into the choir room by a very enthusiastic Rachel.
"Ok, so, I really took all of your notes from My Headband to heart and I really tapped into my pain for this second song," the little diva told her with a proud smile.
"Alright, so why don't you show me what you've got," the taller girl replied encouragingly as she sat down. Rachel smiled at her again and handed her a box of tissues.
"These are for you. Just in case. It's pretty emotional." Hermione rolled her eyes good-naturedly and motioned for the other girl to get on with it.
"…the only Berry on my family tree," Rachel sang, finishing up her second attempt. "It's called Only Child."
"You don't say?" Hermione chuckled before standing up and placing a hand on the younger girl's arm. "Rach, honey, it's better, but you're still lacking the emotional depth a ballad possesses." The shorter girl frowned, causing the British girl to wrap an arm around her. "Why are you even trying to write a ballad? I thought we were all going to write an anthem for Regionals."
"Finn doesn't think I'm able to write a successful ballad, so I wanted to prove him wrong. And who knows, maybe it'll be a song on my first album!" Rachel told her with an exuberant grin.
"Whoa there, super star," the wavy-haired brunette laughed. "Let's just get through Regionals first, ok?" Rachel beamed at the nickname and threw her arms around the older girl.
"Easy there, Berry. She's my girl, remember?" A menacing voice called out from the doorway causing the diva to panic and push Hermione back.
"Sorry, Santana! I'll be going now! Bye, Hermione!" Rachel yelled out over her shoulder as she hurried out of the room, closing the door behind her.
"San, do you have to be so mean?" The British girl sighed at her girlfriend, who pulled her into a loving embrace.
"You know I just like messing with people, especially Berry," the Latina smirked as she kissed the other girl gently. "I missed you."
"It's only been a few hours, love."
"So? Am I not allowed to miss my beautiful girlfriend during the times when I can't gets my mack on?"
"Smooth," Hermione deadpanned as she pulled out her ringing phone. "Hello? Oh, hey, Blaine, what's up? Oh, really? Well, that's certainly an interesting development. Hold on a second, B." She pulled the phone away from her ear. "Santana Lopez, stop that right now!" She ordered quietly to the girl who was placing kisses all over her neck.
"But why? I'm enjoying myself," teased the raven-haired girl, earning a glare from her lover. Santana pouted and removed her lips from Hermione's neck and opted for wrapping her arms around the other girl from behind.
"Ok, Blaine, go ahead, my girlfriend is behaving herself now," spoke the British girl with a bemused grin. "He sang The Beatles? Well, my friend, you were doomed from the start. I mean, that boy moved Santana to tears when he sang I Want To Hold Your Hand."
"He did not!"
"She's lying. Anyway, you should tell him how you feel. I know for a fact that your feelings will be returned. Good luck! I'll talk to you soon!" Hermione finished her conversation with the Warbler and turned around to fill the less enthusiastic former cheerleader in on the details.
The next day, Santana walked into the choir room with Brittany, listening to the blonde inform her about the latest Lord Tubbington shenanigans before her gaze landed on her girlfriend.
"Alright, Sanny, I'm going to stop talking since you're busy making googly-eyes with Hermy now," the dancer told her with a giggle before going to sit on Artie's lap. The shorter girl blushed, but quickly hurried over to Hermione who was laughing at Sam's Sean Connery impression. She sat down next to her and grabbed her hand, causing the wavy-haired to look over at her with a dazzling smile.
"Hey, you," the British girl said cheerfully, quickly kissing her cheek. Santana hummed happily and rested her head on the other girl's shoulder.
"Ok, guys, we've really got to come up with our set-list for Regionals," the curly-haired man informed them as he finally walked in. Hermione raised her hand. "Mia?"
"Well, as we agreed upon a few weeks ago, our anthem will be an original song thanks to Rachel's brilliant idea. For the original song, we need to do something that is relatable, celebrates who we are, and showcases all of our talents. Then we'll just need a wicked opening number and we need to decide who will sing it," the British girl pointed out in her former prefect tone.
"Ok, that sounds like a good plan. Who should get the solos?" Mercedes questioned warily.
"I say Hermione," Santana answered lovingly as others murmured their approval.
"Of course you do," muttered the former head Cheerio with a huff.
"Got a prob—"
"San, be nice. And thanks, you guys, but I had a solo at Sectionals, it'd be wrong of me to take one now. Besides, all of you are extremely talented, so one of you deserves it," Hermione stated with a smile as her classmates stared at her in shock. "What? Did I say something wrong…?" She questioned slowly, turning to look at the raven-haired girl.
"You are so perfect," the Latina spoke lovingly before kissing the puzzled girl's nose.
"I don't understand…"
"Well, we're all usually sitting here viciously fighting over solos especially at competitions and here you are saying that you don't want one simply because you had one at Sectionals, which was incredibly beautiful and moving, by the way," Rachel rambled out quickly.
"Oh, I, well, I—er, Will, please take over now," said a now blushing Hermione.
"Ok, how 'bout we do Ain't No Mountain High Enough with Artie and Mercedes on lead vocals?" The choir director suggested cautiously, scared his students were going to throw a tantrum.
"That sounds brilliant, Will," the British girl spoke up with a smile. "You guys will definitely kill it," she addressed them warmly as her peers agreed with her whole-heartedly.
"We still need an opening number. Hermione, would you please do us the honor?" Rachel inquired with a large smile.
"There's no way I'm getting out of this, is there?" The wavy-haired brunette groaned, throwing her hands up into the air.
"Nope, now figure out what you want to sing," Puck stated bluntly with a crooked grin.
A few hours later, Santana and Hermione were alone on the Latina's bed when the British girl's phone rang. As the older girl sat up, the former Cheerio groaned from in between her legs.
"Mi amor, can't you ignore that? I was kind of busy and last time I checked you were thoroughly enjoying it," the raven-haired girl said while licking her lips causing the other girl to shudder.
"I'm sorry, baby. And you're right, I was reveling in the mystic powers that your mouth possesses," Hermione panted out. "But it's Kurt calling me." She answered her phone. "Hey, darling. Um, no, you're not interrupting anything."
"Yes, you are!"
"Ignore her. What's up? Oh, really? It's about damn time! I'm so happy for you!" She squealed. "We'll totally have to go on a double date now. Wait, you can't sing that! It's a song about a break-up. Tell Blaine to go back on the drawing board for that one. Ok, sounds good, see you soon!"
"Well?" Santana muttered grumpily. "Those Wonder Twins have the worst possible timing known to man…"
"Blaine and Kurt are official now," the British teen informed happily before flipping them over with a wicked grin. "How 'bout I make it up to you now?" The Latina groaned in agreement, burying her hands in her lover's hair and fusing their lips together.
The next morning, Hermione was walking down the hallway to meet Santana and Brittany, when she noticed Sue talking to them. The two girls looked at their former cheerleading coach suspiciously before turning around and opening their lockers. Seconds later, Hermione let out a gasp as bucket loads of dirt fell all over her girlfriend and the blonde dancer.
"Oh my god, what the bloody hell is wrong with you?" The wavy-haired brunette yelled out to the retreating form of the tall woman as she rushed over to the two girls. "Are you both ok?"
"I don't even remember putting that in there," Brittany informed her with a pout as the older girl hugged her and began wiping the dirt off of her.
"I'm gonna kill her," the raven-haired girl growled out.
"Easy there, tiger," replied Hermione soothingly as she brushed the dirt off of her lover. "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up and then I'll walk you two to your homerooms," the brown-eyed girl linked her arms with the former cheerleaders and escorted them to the nearest restrooms. Once the two were all clean, the older girl kept her promise and walked them to their respective classrooms. "I'll see you later, San," she whispered quietly as she squeezed the still fuming girl's hand. "I love you."
"I love you more," grinned Santana before letting go of the other girl's hand and entering the classroom. Hermione turned around and walked down the hallway with a smile before she was met face-to-face with an angry Karofsky. "Um, hello, David."
"Oh, can it with the pleasantries, London. We have a score to settle," he snarled, walking closer to her.
"Hey, mate, I thought we were cool after the whole Thriller thing," the British girl pointed out meekly.
"Well, you thought wrong, bitch. What you did to me before that homo transferred and the way you saved that cripple did nothing but make me and the rest of my boys hate you even more." Hermione tried backing up away from him, but was stopped by Azimio and a few of the other football players moving up behind her. One of them put his hand over her mouth as the rest of them dragged her kicking and screaming form to the boys' locker room. They threw her down on the ground and repeatedly began kicking her until a noise rang out from the hallway.
"Shit, let's get outta here," Azimio muttered quickly as he and the rest of the football players hurried out of the back entrance. Karofsky punched her in the face before kicking her one last time, glaring down at her.
"Hopefully, now you'll remember your place, dyke," he spat before following his teammates out the door.
"Hey, is everything al—" Someone called out from the doorway. "Oh, fuck. Herms, are you ok?" The girl nodded stiffly before looking at him.
"Sammy, just get me out of here," she choked out. The blonde boy gently picked her up and carried her out of the locker room. "Can you just take me home?"
"Yeah, of course," Sam responded shakily. He carried her down the hallway when the bell rang. He cursed his luck and moved to turn around and go a different way when an all too familiar voice stopped him.
"Hey, Trouty Mouth, have you seen Herm—" Santana began before noticing who was in his arms. "What the fuck did you do to her?" She screamed as Puck and Brittany held her back from attacking the poor boy.
"I didn't do anything, I swear! I just found her like this in the locker room!" He informed her fearfully.
"He's telling the truth, San," Hermione informed her with a grimace, wincing at her split lip.
"Mi amor, who did this to you?" The shorter girl asked, running her fingers through the injured girl's hair. The British girl shook her head, refusing to answer.
"Just get me home." Sam walked towards the parking lot with the raven-haired singer following closely behind. The Latina led him to her car and watched as he carefully put Hermione into the backseat.
"Come on, Trouty Mouth, I might need your help getting her into her apartment," Santana murmured, her voice cracking. The blonde boy nodded his head and hopped into the passenger's seat. They arrived at Mr. Schue's building several minutes later and managed to get Hermione into her bedroom.
"Sam, can you go wait outside? I'll send San out in a minute," Hermione spoke up quietly. As soon as the football player closed the door, the British girl turned to her lover. "Can you get me that beaded bag over there?" Santana nodded and retrieved the bag before handing it over to the girl, wondering what she was going to do. To her surprise, the girl pulled a decorative stick out of the bag and pointed it at her torso. "Love, you've got to promise me that you won't tell anyone what you're about to see." The Latina nodded slowly, confusion evident on her face. "Episkey," the wavy-haired brunette whispered before wincing as her ribs moved back into place with a crack.
"Hermione, what the hell just happened?" Santana questioned slowly, scooting away from the British girl. The older girl didn't answer her right away and grabbed a vial from the bag. She swallowed all of its contents and breathed a sigh of relief. "Hermione, seriously, what the fuck did you just do?"
"I, um, healed my ribs and got rid of the pain," she informed her softly, taking a deep breath. "San, I'm—I'm a—I'm a witch."
A/N, part II: Ta da! I told you Hermione would tell Santana sooner or later. What did ya think?