A.N.: Here's to getting old. I've decided to finally sit down and do a proper rewrite of my first fic, How the Lost Get Reacquainted. This one is a personal favorite of mine, but I can't say it's aged well, so I will be sitting down and reworking it slowly. Nothing about the basic plot will change, but expect more in depth writing as my style has matured and changed while this fic has been discontinued. It's still a Pezberry senior year rewrite with a side of Fierce!
Disclaimer: Still haven't gotten my hands on those rights!
It was barely 9 am and Santana had already had enough of her homeroom teacher droning on and on about expectations and rules. She really hated the first day of classes. It was only a half day so the teachers never taught them any material and everything they said was in the syllabus anyways.
She could hear a small voice in the back of her head reminding her of the importance of academic success in her senior year of high school. Most of the time it was the voice of her Papi, but lately it's been sounding a lot like Rachel Berry.
Rachel Berry was a bit of a sore spot for Santana. The shorter brunette was obviously annoying, especially when she was hanging all over the Jolly Green Giant and trying to steal all the solos in glee club, but Santana had noticed a quiet confidence about the girl since the Glee co-captains split after the Kiss that Missed at Nationals last year. Maybe that's the reason she always tried to tear the Jewish girl down with her vicious, vicious words.
Maybe that's the reason she sort of respects the girl now.
Aside from those horrible reindeer sweaters, Berry's really not that bad. She's actually kind of hot.
Santana's brain has been tossing random thoughts like that at her all summer and to say they've been confusing is an understatement. To be completely honest, if Santana had to use one word to describe this past summer, she would say it was confusing.
It started the way most of Santana's adventures start; she was bored. It was two weeks into summer. Brittany was gone on a family vacation for two months, all Puck wanted to do was get white boy wasted and make passes at her, and she'd been actively avoiding Quinn since she saw her leaving Sally's with a shag and two boxes of hot pink hair dye.
To make a long story short, the Cheerio was in desperate need of entertainment. Hanging out with her family seemed like a great option, if her parents weren't workaholics and her thirteen year old brother could detach himself from his computer for long enough. She was even considering hitting up Kurt and Mercedes for an impromptu shopping trip, but couldn't resign herself to dealing with their gossipy dispositions. There was one name in her phone that she had only ever used to make hilarious prank phone calls when she and the other Cheerios were bored, but at the time it seemed like the only option to cure her boredom.
Even if she doesn't want to hang, I can still probably get some entertainment out of fucking with her over the phone.
Calling: Man Hands
The phone pressed against her ear rang four times before it was answered with a hesitant hello.
"Hey, Berry. It's Lopez."
"Santana, I wasn't aware that you were capable of not calling me nasty names, nor was I aware you could use my number for something other than a prank phone call." Santana sat on the line in shocked silence for a beat.
"Wait, you knew that was me? Why didn't you say anything?" Rachel just laughed. Santana thought the girl did everything with perfect pitch.
"I guess I was waiting to see if you would ever come up with something more clever than 'is your refrigerator running'." The cheerleader rolled her eyes at the Glee star even though she couldn't see it.
"Okay, you got jokes, Berry."
"Not as many as you, but I'm sure you didn't call me about my comedic genius. What can I help you with, Santana?" Now that the ball was back in her court, Santana had to admit she was feeling a level of nervousness she's never felt around the small diva before.
"Right. Well, uh, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out, but if you're too busy writing a manifesto on how to keep Finnept riding your coattails, I can just leave you to it." The line was eerily quiet for a second and Santana actually thought Rachel had hung up on her. A frustrated exhale let her know the other girl was still on the line.
"I have about as much intention of hanging out with you as I do with someone who thinks it's okay to coerce me into a kiss on stage. Have a good day, Santana." Sanatana sat on her couch in disbelief. They were actually having a decent conversation for once and she was the one to ruin it, not Rachel.
Santana was quick to pull out her phone and type out an apology to the shorter brunette.
iMessage: Look Berry, I didn't mean anything by it. Everyone is just used to you guys working it out and getting back together. I wasn't trying to upset you.
That text went unanswered which was unusual for the popular cheerleader. Santana was usually the one not replying to people's texts. She also didn't have a habit of being the bigger person and apologizing when she was in the wrong. The whole interaction had left Santana feeling a bit off balance, and she figured a nap was what she needed to feel normal again and forget about being blown off by Rachel Berry.
When Sanatana woke up again, she could hear her brother yelling about killing enemies online with his friends through the wall. Everyone in the house was very aware that the busy Latina valued her beauty sleep more than anything and that being woken up put her on the fast train to Snixxville.
She was about to toss the covers off herself and give him a piece of her half awake mind when her phone buzzed next to her immediately stealing her attention.
iMessage: While I appreciate you not trying to upset me, you shouldn't be speaking on things you know nothing about, Santana. Finn and I won't be getting back together. Now if that's all that's needed for you to want to schedule a hangout session with me, I'm free this Friday after my ballet lesson.
There's that confidence again. The tiny diva was being down right bold with Santana this summer and the Latina couldn't even find it in herself to be mad.
She was able to find it in herself to be petty and decided to wait until tomorrow to respond to Rachel just to give her a taste of her own medicine. Even though Santana's pride wouldn't allow her to text Rachel back just yet, her mind was fine with thinking about their interaction for the rest of the night.
A.N.: Please R&R! Yes, my alt account is ToGleeksWithLove...
