Six Word Story: "I want to drink about it."
Santana glared at the intoxicated group of people surrounding Puck's front door, she honestly just wanted to get inside and drink her troubles away. It didn't help she was already late, everyone was already either drunk off their asses or passed out somewhere in the house.
Her parents had watched an episode of Dr. Phil about spoiled rich kids and to keep her from becoming one they had forced her to find a job so she could learn the value of a dollar–whatever the fuck that meant. She was a cashier at the local market along with probably ninety percent of Lima, though it seemed everyone her age had conveniently booked tonight off before she had the chance to–hence why she had to work so late. She had been scheduled for an earlier shift but one of the football players that worked with her had asked to switch shifts...without telling her Puck was throwing his annual start to summer party.
She punched him in the back of the head as she walked passed him on her way to the kitchen, "Pandejo."
She looked down at her clothes in disgust, she hadn't had time to go home and change and she forgot to pack different clothes so she was stuck in her work uniform, a polo tee and plain black pants. Thankfully she had ditched the tacky vest before coming in, though she wished she had her name tag with her. She had worked hard designing it just right, an appropriate set of devil horns on the S and a little tail on the A at the end, her boss hadn't approved but he had said to design it however she wanted.
Santana smiled in victory as she pulled a beer out of the fridge, she had honestly never been more excited to see the alcohol than she was right now. It was almost as if the bottle held all of her true happiness inside, and in a way it did.
She took a swig and moaned in delight, the beer definitely being what she needed. She also needed to find Puck and beat the shit out of him for not telling her about the party sooner, it was completely his fault her day had sucked so bad.
She walked back into the main part of the house searching for someone, anyone, she knew...or liked enough to talk to. She knew Brittany wasn't there, the blonde had opted to stay home with Artie and watch movies because he hadn't been invited to the party–not that it would have mattered seeing as half the people there probably weren't invited either. Santana was positive there were kids that didn't even go to McKinley that were there.
She also didn't expect to see Quinn anywhere near Puck's house, the two had been through a nasty breakup just before school let out for the summer. According to Quinn, Puck was the scum of the earth and he wasn't to be trusted. Quinn was her best friend but Puck was like her brother, she couldn't not talk to him anymore. She had told Quinn she wasn't picking a side, they both meant a lot to her and she would have to deal with it. The blonde had eventually, yet extremely reluctantly, agreed she'd be civil but Santana knew a party at his house was pushing it too far.
She spotted a newly single Finn Hudson laughing with Sam and Mike in the corner of the living room, each boy with their respective girlfriend on their arm. Santana imagined it had to be awkward for them, Mercedes and Tina were really good friends with Rachel, the six of them had been on tons of group dates together.
She didn't know the reason for the breakup, she had just heard from Brittany who heard from Mercedes that it was real bad and Rachel was a mess. Which was understandable, she had been a complete loser before Finn and Santana imagined the diva would go straight back to the bottom now that she didn't have the quarterback to attach herself to.
She didn't really know much about Rachel, they had a few classes here and there freshman and sophomore year but she never really paid much attention to her. She knew the girl had a killer voice though, Mr. Shuester the Spanish teacher had attempted to start a glee club in the beginning of the year that went smoothly for about a month before he quit to become an accountant.
They had all been in it oddly enough, Rachel had forced Finn to join along with her, Mercedes and Tina who had already convinced Mike to join. The two had been dating since seventh grade, it was honestly disgusting. Finn had agreed, and somehow convinced Puck and Sam in the process. Quinn had joined because Puck did, threatening both Santana and Brittany to join her or be at the bottom of the pyramid for the rest of the year. Finn's step-brother Kurt had joined too along with his boyfriend Blaine, and Artie.
They had all been juniors with high hopes for the club before the teacher had quit on them, the club quickly dissolved and half of them didn't even look at each other in the halls anymore.
It was no secret Santana enjoyed singing, she did it eighty percent of the day whether it was out loud, under her breath or humming. She had been disappointed when the club was canceled, but disappointed didn't even come close to the completely devastated look Rachel Berry had worn for a month straight afterwards.
She had never really had a conversation with Rachel, but from the stories she had heard from multiple people she was glad. The girl was neurotic as fuck not to mention uptight, she didn't blame Finn for dumping her.
Santana strolled back into the kitchen in hopes of finding Puck, or another beer.
Her eyebrows raised in surprise as she found neither of those things, instead finding a clearly drunk Rachel Berry slouched against Puck's pantry doors.
"You okay there, Berry?" Santana asked as she opened the fridge and pulled another beer out along with a bottle of water.
"I'm peachy." The brunette slurred before downing the last of her drink and tossing the empty cup across the kitchen.
Santana frowned, "Wanna talk about it?"
"I want to drink about it." Rachel hiccuped.
"Just cause Finn dumped you doesn't mean you have to get fucking wasted, he isn't even that great of a catch." Santana said, her nose wrinkled in disgust.
Rachel scoffed, "Another person that heard his version of the story."
Santana watched as Rachel struggled to stand up, her legs wobbly in their drunken state.
"I'm going to tell you a secret, Santana." Rachel attempted to whisper, though not quietly at all. "I dumped him, know why? Cause he's a big, lying cheater who cheats! Just like Noah, except worse because he slept with Quinn, Quinn Fabray! Can you even believe it?"
"I think you're drunk, Berry." Santana said after a long pause, "Have some water."
"I don't need water, Santana. I know what I'm saying, I dumped Finn because he slept with Quinn while she was dating Noah...and then even after they broke up." Rachel hiccuped again, "I've never been so humiliated in my life. I thought he loved me, I thought we were going to get married one day, who throws away two years of a relationship for Quinn Fabray?"
Santana frowned and ignored the singer, she couldn't believe Quinn had the audacity to be mad at Puck when she did the same thing...many times to her understanding. She was kind of pissed at Quinn for not telling her, and especially for making Puck look like such an asshole. She never bothered to get the full story from him before but she had a feeling they were due for a conversation.
"I can't believe that bitch, I hated Puck for like, a day because of her." Santana grumbled in disbelief.
Rachel threw her hands up in exasperation, "She's the devil! I've been saying that since junior high."
"Why is Finn telling people he broke up with you?" Santana changed the subject, not wanting to talk bad about her friend without knowing the details first.
Rachel stared at Santana in confusion, "He's the quarterback and I'm nothing, you think he wants to tell people he got dumped by Rachel Berry?"
"Does Puck know about Quinn and Finn?" Santana asked after a long pause.
"He's the one that told me, he found them together." Rachel frowned, her sad looking slowly turning into an angry glare.
Santana didn't know much about Rachel Berry, but a drunk, angry looking Rachel Berry seemed like a bad mixture.
"And you know what? I can't believe she got so mad and made Noah seem like such a bad guy, she was cheating on him way before he found out and came to me."
Santana froze with the beer bottle halfway to her lips, "Wait a minute...you and Puckerman?"
Rachel's eyes widened, "That was supposed to be a secret, don't tell anyone."
"What the fuck, why didn't Q tell me it was you?" Santana frowned.
"Cause you would have said; 'What about Finn?' And she would have had to come clean." Rachel said with an eye roll.
"I can't believe you slept with Puck, I never pegged you as the sex before marriage type." Santana said in amusement.
"Shhh! Gosh, I accidentally tell you one thing and now you won't shut up about it." Rachel whined. "I demand a secret of yours in return, you know just in case you blab about mine."
Santana pondered Rachel's request, the brunette was extremely drunk and the likeliness of her remembering were slim. "I was actually upset when the glee club disbanded, I enjoy singing."
Rachel gave the Cheerio a bored expression, "That's not a secret, I always see you listening to music or humming. Try again."
Santana glared at her, "Fuck you, I don't have to tell you anything. It's not like we're ever going to talk again after tonight, yeah you might have fucked Puck but so has every other girl at school. You're not special."
She saw the tears welling in the singer's eyes and immediately regretted her words, she hadn't meant to lash out on Rachel but all the secret talk was making her nervous. She only had one secret worth sharing, and it was the one she had been carrying around since sophomore year that she vowed to never share with anyone until she moved out of Ohio and into a more accepting state. She saw the way Kurt was treated, no one cared whose brother he was. She didn't want to end up like him if her secret ever got out. Brittany and Puck were the only two that knew, she knew Quinn wouldn't understand.
"Berry, please don't cry, okay? I'm sorry, I get defensive sometimes and I didn't mean it." Santana said, trying to stop the flood of tears.
"Shit, San, what'd you do to Berry?" Puck asked as he strolled into the kitchen, a baby Cheerio attached at his side.
Santana glared at him, "I've been looking for you since I got here. We need to have a chat."
"Can it wait until tomorrow? I'm kind of busy.." Puck said with a smirk.
"No, it can't wait." Santana said firmly, her glare hardening.
Puck sighed and pushed the Cheerio out of the kitchen, "Go wait upstairs."
Santana rolled her eyes, "You know I can't believe—"
"Berry, can you go cry somewhere else for a few minutes while I talk to Santana?" Puck asked gently, not wanting to upset her further.
"She can stay, she already knows." Santana said, her eyebrows raised.
Puck groaned, "Fuck, I knew getting her drunk was a bad idea."
Rachel stomped her foot, "I got myself drunk, Noah. I'm tired of people thinking they can control me."
"We'll deal with that issue later, princess." Puck said with a reassuring smile before turning his attention back to Santana, "I'm assuming blabber mouth told you she's the reason Q broke up with me."
"Actually blabber mouth informed me I wrongly had hate for you, I can't believe you didn't tell me Quinn was cheating on you! I can't believe she didn't tell me she cheated on you." Santana said.
"I don't enjoy being referred to as blabber mouth." Rachel interjected.
"Whatever, I hope her and Finn are happy together." Puck shrugged.
"I hope they both catch an STD." Rachel growled.
Santana gave the singer a surprised look before focusing back on Puck, "Is she always like this?"
Puck wrapped his arm around Rachel and pulled her into a tight side hug, "She's okay, I like her with a few drinks in her though."
Rachel struggled to escape his hold, "Go have sex with your nasty Cheerio, Noah."
Puck smirked and tightened his grasp on her, "So, San, did blabber mouth Berry here tell you that Finn wasn't her first either?"
"Noah! I told you that in confidence, you shut up right now." Rachel warned.
"I barely believe she slept with you, dude." Santana laughed.
"Oh it happened, Berry is a goddess in the sack. I guess that's what happens when your first time is with—"
Rachel pinched him roughly, "Shut the fuck up."
Santana's eyes widened, she hadn't really talked to Rachel but she definitely didn't expect anything she had been getting since talking to her.
"Ow, okay I'm sorry!" Puck whined as he let her go and rubbed where she pinched, "How are you getting home? I don't want your dads telling my mom about my party."
"I was supposed to go home with Mercedes but...words were exchanged." Rachel pouted.
Puck sighed, "I would let you stay here but I don't think there's anymore room...and Finn is staying the night."
Santana bit her lip, "You can come home with me if you want, no one is home so.."
She jumped in surprise as Rachel launched herself into her arms, "Calm down, Berry, jeez."
"I thought I'd have to sleep in the streets, you have no idea how relieved I am. You will be getting thank you cookies at some point this weekend!" Rachel said excitedly, still hanging off Santana.
Santana gently pushed her off, "Yeah alright, I guess that's a good trade or whatever."
Puck smirked, "Well I'm going to head upstairs, you two have fun."
Rachel glared at the boy, "I'm going to punch you if you don't shut up."
Santana stared between the two with a confused look, "Am I missing something?"
"For now." Puck grinned.
"No." Rachel growled at the same time.
"Whatever, this is lame and I'm not even buzzed so is it cool if we leave now, Berry?" Santana asked, though not really asking at all.
Rachel nodded quickly, "Of course, Santana. And thank you again for this, I know we don't really know much about each other but we were in glee club together, I'd like to think we could have been friends. Our voices would have been amazing in a du—"
"Do you talk this much when you're sober?" Santana groaned as she lead them out of the house.
Rachel looped her arm through Santana's, "Quite usually actually, I've been meaning to stop doing it, Finn hates...hated, it."
Santana glared at their entwined arms, "Fuck Finn Hudson, you can do better. So can Quinn but you know, whatever."
Santana frowned at the silence from the singer, "Anyways, what happened between you and Wheezy?"
Rachel's face hardened, "We had a difference of opinions. I thought she was my friend, I thought her and Tina were my friends. I even thought Kurt was my friend but they all seem to be taking Finn's side."
"But he cheated on you..." Santana trailed off in confusion.
"They don't believe that happened, they just say the inevitable happened." Rachel sighed.
Santana scoffed, "The inevitable? Mercedes is dating Sam Evans, I know he's kind of a dork but he's still one of the most popular guys in school."
Rachel shrugged, "Doesn't matter, I was fooling myself with Finn...and with Puck I guess, too. I never wanted to be just another stereotype, you know?"
"What kind of stereotype?" Santana asked.
Rachel laughed and shook her head, "Nevermind, I really need to work on my blabbing when I'm drunk. So do you live far from Noah?"
"It's about fifteen more minutes, and we have to walk passed my neighbor who is a cop so I'm going to need you to be cool about it." Santana warned.
"I will be the quietest little mouse ever, you have my word." Rachel said quickly.
Santana rolled her eyes, "Okay, good. So, do you want the guest room or—"
"Could we share? I really don't do well with sleeping in strange places." Rachel said nervously.
Santana sighed, she honestly had no idea how her night had turned out like this. She hadn't ever even spoken to Rachel Berry before and suddenly they were having a slumber party...this was turning out to be a really weird night.
She had never imagined ever talking to Rachel Berry, or sharing a bed with her. There was just no logical explanation for any of it happening, but now it was and she honestly didn't know how to feel about it.
Rachel didn't seem that bad but there was still the whole Rachel/Finn/Quinn/Puck weird love web that was happening and she definitely didn't want any part of it. She especially didn't want Quinn to think she was taking Rachel's side–even though she did kind of sympathize more with her than she did with Quinn.
Santana stared down at Rachel in surprise, somewhere between being distracted by her thoughts and trying to block the singer out, Rachel had managed to grasp her hand and lace their fingers together, their arms still entwined.
A warm blush spread to her cheeks at the feeling, Rachel's hand was really warm and soft and their fingers kinda fit together really well, which was weird because Rachel was like, really tiny so it made zero sense that they fit together. Even the way her body was pressed into Santana's seemed to fit just right, almost as if she curved into the girl's empty spaces and vice versa.
Santana took a shaky breath and tried to rid herself of those thoughts, she had just one more year of pretending to be someone she wasn't and she wasn't going to mess it up. Even if Rachel was sneaky hot and oddly enough, had a great personality despite how much she talked.
"So uh, I guess you don't wanna sleep in jeans so..you can borrow something of mine if you want." Santana said nervously as she sat on her bed and watched Rachel study her room.
"You own a record player? Do you have any records?" Rachel asked excitedly.
"Um yeah, they're in that crate over—"
Santana winced at Rachel's excited squeals, "Hey, don't mess those up I have them organized by—"
"Genre, alphabetical and chronology." Rachel rolled her eyes.
"How did—"
"Isn't that how everyone organizes them?" The singer asked in confused as she continued to skim through the records.
"I've been made fun of for it so probably not." Santana said, her face scrunched as she dug through her drawers.
"Oh, well...that's how I have mine organized, I am sorta neurotic though. I can't believe how many of these we both have...it's like we're music soul mates." Rachel said in surprise. "Who would have thought."
"Definitely not me." Santana said dryly. "Look, why don't you change and get into bed? I don't know about you but I'm exhausted."
"Oh okay, what am I wearing?" Rachel asked as she walked over to the bed, her hands on her hips.
"Uh, I wasn't sure what you slept in so..I pulled out a few things." Santana said as she tilted her head in the direction of the clothes.
Rachel studied the clothes closely before picking out a pair of Cheerio workout shorts and the matching hoodie, "I've always wanted to be a Cheerio, I tried to tryout in freshman year but Quinn threatened to beat me up so...I chickened out."
"Do you have any experience with any of the shit we—" Santana froze as Rachel stripped her clothes off, "What the fuck are you doing? I have a bathroom you know, jeez."
Rachel rolled her eyes as she slipped on the shorts, somehow tinier on her than they were on Santana, "You change with a bunch of girls every day, would you relax?"
Santana stared at how the shorts seemed to cling onto her just right, "I just–I didn't think you were the type to strip in front of strangers."
"We've been going to school together for almost four years, Santana, we aren't strangers." Rachel huffed. "And to answer your other question, yes I have experience. I've taken gymnastics and dance classes since I could walk, without a glee club I really need an extracurricular for my transcripts."
Santana tried not to look at the flat, toned stomach as Rachel pulled her tank top off, "Well just try out then, if you're as good as you say you are then Sue won't care what Q has to say."
"Well Quinn isn't going to make my life easy once school starts, I'm afraid I've really pissed her off this time." Rachel frowned. "She's had it out for me ever since she took my—"
"Took your what?"
"Nothing." Rachel said quickly, "I can't say, it was a long time ago."
Santana narrowed her eyes as she crawled into her bed, "I don't like when people keep secrets, Berry. I'm going to get it out of you."
Santana groaned as Rachel climbed over her and squeezed herself between her and the wall, "This is my side of the bed."
Rachel pouted, "But I like the side closest to the wall."
Santana huffed as she rolled onto the other side of the bed, "I can't believe I'm letting Rachel Berry boss me around in my own home, how did I even end up in this position?"
"By being very generous and kind." Rachel said sleepily as she snuggled into the blankets.
"Last time I do that." Santana mumbled to herself as she turned away from Rachel.
She knew the girl wasn't going to stay quiet for long, she had a feeling there was still more to be said. She may not have known Rachel for long but she could already read her like a book.
"Santana?"
Santana rolled her eyes, "What, Berry?"
"I just wanted to say thanks again, for letting me stay here. My dads would have been livid if I came home drunk again." Rachel said quietly.
Santana turned to face Rachel again, "Again? This a regular occurrence for you, Berry?"
Rachel shrugged, "Things have been difficult lately, not to mention confusing."
"Well next time you're having troubles come over here and talk about it rather than going to Puck's to drink about it, okay?" Santana asked.
"Why are you being so nice to me, Santana? I've heard girls say they're scared to look directly at you in fear of turning to stone, I—"
"Would you like me to—"
"You didn't even let me finish, Santana. I was going to say I saw no reason for them to say those things, you've been nothing but kind to me all evening." Rachel whispered nervously.
Santana blushed slightly, "Oh, well, thanks I guess. I'm not really any good with deep talks about feelings and shit so...this is the best you're getting."
Rachel smiled and shrugged, "That's okay, I'm sure I'll be able to get you to talk about feelings one day."
Santana scoffed and shut her eyes tightly, "Don't bet on it, Berry."
She could still feel the brunette's eyes on her, her blush deepening and spreading all over her face.
There was something mysterious about Rachel Berry and it made her curious, it made her want to know more. She had always thought Rachel was the nobody that had somehow gotten Finn Hudson, but the more she listened to her and studied her behavior she realized there was more to her than she had ever thought.
It was kind of insane, she really hadn't ever talked to Rachel before tonight and all of a sudden they were holding hands and basically cuddling. It wasn't even like this was a regular thing, Santana never brought people back to her house after a party unless they were Q or Britt and she knew that if either if them found about it they'd never let her live it down.
She couldn't explain it but the tiny voice that usually told her to stay away from people was quiet, non-responsive even, instead her heart leaping out of her chest screaming at her to know more about Rachel, to learn her habits and patterns and find out what she had on Quinn.
Santana felt the bed shift and sudden warmth all over her, the subtle scent of coconut filling her nostrils. She opened one eye to confirm what she already knew; Rachel Berry was a cuddler and it seemed not knowing each other wasn't a problem for her.
She was draped over Santana, her head resting comfortably on Santana's chest by her heart, her left fist gripping the front of her shirt.
Santana smiled, it had been a while since she had done this with Brittany and she did kind of miss it. She wrapped her arm around Rachel cautiously, noticing how much better their bodies fit together laying down than they did standing up.
Santana sighed and shut her eyes, sleep had never come more easily than it had with Rachel in bed next to her.
Santana awoke to find a few things missing; the subtle scent of coconut and the extra body she was sure was there when she went to sleep last night.
She frowned as she felt the other side of the bed, finding it cold and empty. Santana sat up and blinked away the sunlight as she looked around the room, Rachel's clothes were gone from her desk and were replaced by the borrowed Cheerio clothes, a piece of paper laying on top of them.
Santana walked over to her desk sleepily and picked up the note, a tiny smile taking over the frown she had woken up with.
"Thanks for letting me sleep here, I probably embarrassed myself last night so I apologize for it. You definitely have a batch of cookies coming your way, sorry I had to leave without saying bye but you kinda sleep like the dead. I'd love to go through your records again one day, or you can go through mine, here's my number; 846-0184. -R*"
Santana laughed as she stuck the paper to her cork board, leave it to Rachel to leave the world's longest note ever.
She walked downstairs with a skip to her step, she really wasn't a morning person but things were different this morning, she was happy.
"Morning, papi." Santana sang as she glided around the kitchen to the coffee pot.
Her father raised an eyebrow, "Santana? What's gotten into you? You're never this...lively in the morning."
"Maybe it has something to do with the girl I caught sneaking out of the house this morning, huh, mija?" Her mother asked with an amused expression.
Santana blushed, "It really wasn't like that."
"Santana, you know you're not supposed to have girls over if we're not home. We're okay with you being who you are but not when we're not home." Her father chastised.
"Papi, I promise it wasn't like that. I went to Puck's after work last night and she was really drunk and had a fight with her friend so I brought her here. I barely know her." Santana frowned.
"Well she was a very sweet girl, you should be her friend you could learn a thing or two from her. Very well mannered." Her mother said, rubbing Santana's arm.
"You talked to her?" Santana asked nervously.
"Well I caught her sneaking out the front door as I was coming in so yes I did talk to her."
Santana bit her lip, "What'd you think of her?"
"I think you should bring her around more, I liked her." The woman smiled as she disappeared out of the kitchen.
Santana smiled to herself as she pulled out her phone;
"since you left without saying bye i guess you should come over again sometime so you can actually say bye."
Santana frowned and deleted the message, she was so lame.
"hey it's santana lopez hope you got home okay."
Santana deleted that one too, obviously it was Santana Lopez, how many other Santana's did she know?
"can't wait for those cookies ;)"
Santana deleted that one quickly, it was way too sexual. She sighed and pocketed her phone, it was no use and she sucked at making conversation.
She'd try again later–after she planned out what to say.
"You never texted me."
Santana jumped in surprise at the familiar voice, "Oh, hey, um..I forgot."
Rachel rolled her eyes as she placed her groceries on the belt, "You don't have to lie you know, I can handle someone not wanting to talk to me."
Santana bit her lip as she began scanning the groceries, "I honestly did forget, I meant to text you back Saturday morning but I got distracted. I'm sorry."
Rachel waved her off, "It was a week ago, I'm over it. So, what've you been up to?"
"Nothing really, working mostly. I talked to Quinn about everything, she apologized for not being honest with me but she also threatened to stab me if I told anyone the truth so...I don't really think I got anywhere with her." Santana frowned. "This is a lot of vegetables, do you own a rabbit farm?"
Rachel narrowed her eyes, "Is that supposed to be an insult? I'm a vegetarian."
Santana's face flushed, "Oh–I'm–I didn't know."
"Oh..I'm sorry, I've been made fun of for it since fifth grade so I just thought–sorry." Rachel blushed.
"So um, I'm off work at five..are you doing anything?" Santana asked, changing the subject.
"Noah is having people over, I was going to—"
"I thought we talked about talking instead of drinking, Berry." Santana frowned, "I'm not even going to complain that Puck didn't tell me about this party because I can't wait to go home and relax."
Rachel bit her lip, "Well I was just going to go because I didn't want to be home on a Saturday night, I'm trying to be a new person this year."
"Well you can come over if you want, I'll make you a salad or whatever and you can snoop through my shit again." Santana shrugged as she rang up the total on the groceries. "Thirty dollars even, good job."
"Oh, I pla–I'm kind of a dork." Rachel said in embarrassment as she handed over the money.
Santana laughed, "You planned the total?"
"Yes, well...I like to plan ahead. So, what time should I come over?" Rachel asked.
"Six? You can sleep over if you want, and not leave at the ass crack of dawn." Santana teased.
Rachel smiled, "Sounds good, see you in a few hours."
Santana grinned as she watched the singer leave, she was kind of excited about her evening now. She couldn't wait to get off work and hang out with Rachel, she had wanted to hang out with her all week but every time she had tried to text her it all sounded stupid and lame.
"So, um...what do you wanna watch?" Santana asked as they sat awkwardly on the couch.
Rachel shrugged, "I don't mind, I'm fine with a wide variety of programs."
"Cool, so uh, do you mind if I put on Walking Dead?" Santana asked.
"Is that the zombie one? That's fine, though I do have a fear all that stuff is actually real." Rachel frowned.
"Dude, it would be awesome if it were real! A zombie apocalypse? I would fucking slay all of them." Santana said excitedly.
Rachel stared at her with wide eyes, "I think that's a terrifying thing to be excited about but each to their own."
"I'd protect you, Berry, someone would have to." Santana teased.
Rachel blushed, "Well thanks."
"Only cause you're at my house so if it happened right now I'd feel bad leaving you to fend for yourself." Santana shrugged.
Rachel playfully glared at her, "I'm going to pretend you never said the last part and keep on thinking you'd protect me no matter what."
"I wouldn't protect you if you were a zombie." Santana whispered as the show started.
Rachel rolled her eyes and pushed her with her feet before placing them in Santana's lap, "Yes you would."
Santana smirked as she focused on the show, maybe she would protect Rachel if she were a zombie but the brunette didn't need to know that unless the situation came up.
The more time she spent with Rachel the more she realized that the girl wasn't all that bad, they had been hanging out all summer long and Santana loved the days she would come home from work and find Rachel waiting on the steps or actually in the house talking with her mom.
They hadn't really labeled it as a friendship yet but it was obvious that's what it was, they skipped going to Puck's parties together to stay in and watch hours of television. Santana had bailed on Quinn and Brittany countless times to hang out with Rachel instead, each time feeling less and less guilty about it. She had met Rachel's fathers countless times, they were really cool dudes and she could tell Rachel really was their pride and joy. Santana has even taken Rachel to the amusement park when she found out the singer had never been on a roller coaster. Which she still hadn't because she chickened out as they were climbing into the seats.
They had seen each other almost every day since Puck's party and it was awesome, Rachel was really cool and their personalities worked well with each other. It was also a plus how Rachel seemed to love human contact and they were always sitting with thighs touching on the couch or spooning when they went to bed. Their fingers always seemed to brush together when they walked side by side, it didn't even phase them anymore when it happened.
Santana had never found it so easy to be herself with someone she hadn't known for long, but there was just a safety that came with being around Rachel that made her feel comfortable to be who she was without having to hide. Rachel didn't exactly know about her secret, but it wasn't like Santana was purposely hiding it from her either. It wasn't like they gushed over boys with each other, Santana did mention on occasion how hot Tatiana Maslany was as every clone possible but if Rachel caught on she hadn't said anything, which was kind of nice for not having to explain things for once and having someone just accept her without question.
At least she assumed Rachel knew and accepted her, the singer was very perceptive and intuitive about people which was just another thing they had in common. Their list of common interests and shared traits was actually really long, Santana had gone through her vinyls and seen how many they did have in common which came as a surprise because Rachel screamed show tunes not classic rock and jazz.
Everything about Rachel came as a surprise, like how she could talk a mile a minute but at the same time be so quiet Santana wasn't even sure she was awake, or how she always seemed so weird at school but was actually kinda cool in her own weird, Rachel way. She was sort of adorable too, she made the cutest faces when they watched TV or when they were cooking or eating..basically all the time.
It was a possibility that Santana had a tiny crush on Rachel, it was kind of impossible not to after spending so much time together and sharing a bed almost every night, never sleeping well the nights they weren't sharing a bed.
Santana knew never falling for your straight friend was the first rule in the lesbian guidebook, but she really couldn't help it. Not when that friend was Rachel Berry who was the master of subtle touches and innocent flirting. She also knew it was a possibility that maybe Rachel wasn't all that straight, she did agree multiple times that Cosima was the hottest clone and she even once said she'd sleep with her if ever given the chance. It was possible that it could just be her total acceptance of all things gay but she also knew even the most accepting straight girl wouldn't go as far as saying they'd sleep with another girl.
The more she thought about it the more it stressed her out, harboring all kinds of feelings for Rachel wasn't easy, especially because she had to keep them to herself. Her parents, Brittany and Puck might know about her but it didn't mean she was going to jump at the chance to tell them all about her feelings for Rachel Berry.
If it were up to her she'd have no feelings for Rachel apart from friendship feelings, but she really couldn't help what the heart wanted.
School was definitely going to be interesting when it started back up, Finn was with Quinn, Puck was sleeping with anyone with boobs and her and Rachel had become really close friends.
So much for a normal senior year.
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