A.N.: I guess you guys like this one? Oh, and on a side note, Brittana did kiss in the hundredth episode, but Santana didn't run away with Brittany. She took Dani with her to Ohio and they went to Lesbos.
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Six a.m. could not come fast enough for Santana who stared up at the ceiling of the loft. It was a lot more quiet nowadays sonce Sam went back to Lima and Artie began living on campus. A place to call her own would be lovely though.
Yet I'm back here with the Twinkle Twins. Married life edition.
Santana could've been living the glorious minimum wage life with Dani, but that obviously didn't happen. They had a huge blowout in Lesbos when Santana confessed to kissing Brittany when they went to Lima.
She'd have sworn that she'd never seen Dani look so hurt even when she'd ignored the smaller Latina after getting kicked out of their band because of Rachel.
In reality, she never would've been back in Lima if it weren't for the AWOL diva. Sure she loved Glee Club just as much as the next Lima Loser, but Santana would've greatly preferred to send her love from afar.
Most of the events and or people on her shit list are because of or have a direct relation to Rachel fucking Berry.
"Ugh, she's not even here and she's still making my life shit." Santana mumbled into the girlfriend pillow she still secretly slept with.
There is one thing that Rachel left her that wasn't all that bad. Rachel left behind her precious stage.
Yes, even though she said it wasn't for her, there wasn't much else for her either. Now was there? She doesn't actually know; it's the same question her Mami asked her when she called her crying about her lack of direction she has in her life compared to all her friends. She didn't have an answer then and she doesn't have one now so she stuck with Broadway.
Except, she doesn't want to. Funny Girl is great, but it isn't her. It isn't her, it's Rachel, and that's the part that really sucks. Especially when she can practically feel Sydnie dying to say "Rachel would've done it this way", or "Rachel did it that way", or her personal favorite, "If Rachel were here…"
She hates it, she really fucking does. On one of her particularly bad days, Santana had had enough and actually snapped at Sydnie. It went a little something like,
"Well Rachel's not fucking here, so I don't care what she would've did! She's not here! God knows if and when she's coming back so until that God forsaken day is upon us, you've got me. I may not be Rachel fucking Berry, but I'm doing my goddamn best. If that's not enough for you maybe you shouldn't have fired her and shoved a lawsuit so far up her ass that she can't show her face in this fucking city!"
Needless to say, that day ended with the crew taking a half day and Santana at a bar in lower Manhattan until 2 am.
This has really been her life since sophomore year; playing second fiddle to Rachel Berry. She doesn't have the patience and mentally stability to metaphorically play second fiddle to a empty first seat for the rest of her life.
"What the fuck? Klaine with their wierd metaphor talk all the fucking time. Got me doing it too. Urgh!" There was a motion on her curtain. The silhouette looked Kurt-shaped so she made a noise signaling it was okay for him to enter.
"Get up Satan! Time to stop wallowing in self pity and start your day!" Kurt yelled in a too chipper voice for 6 am.
"Bite me, Hummel. You need to stop wallowing in Blaine's glitter spunk and take a shower. You wreak of sodomy." Kurt spluttered looking for a comeback with pink tinged cheeks. Finally he just huffed indignantly and left Santana's designated area.
"Oh, Sanny?" Blaine called sweetly from behind her curtain.
"Yes, Blainey?" Santana replied just as sweet and innocently?
"Are you harrassing my husband about our private sex life again?"
"I haven't the slightest of what your talking about. And just for reference, it's hardly private when the entire floor can hear it." Santana said as she moved to slide the curtain back and pinch his cheeks in passing.
"Ow! Where's my 'don't abuse the cook' apron when I need it?" As soon as the word cook left Blaine's mouth, Santana turned to face him noticing the bowl of pancake batter in his hands. Her eyes lit up as she ran to the kitchen table to seat herself.
By the time the two finished eating their pancakes, Kurt came strolling out of his shared room with his phone in his hand and an uncomfortable look on his face.
"Kurt, what's wrong honey?"
"Yeah, you look like you've just found out you're pregnant. And unless you've really been Kate all these years, I don't think-"
"She's back. Rachel's back. In New York. Her dads just called to tell me. They want me to look out for her."
"Kurt, honey, why don't we sit down and takk about this. Santana?" The girl couldn't hear him though. By now she'd turned back to her pancakes and continued slowly chewing on the forkful that was in her mouth.
Rachel? Back here, in New York? Why? What does she want? Why didn't she call or or something!
"No-no! Just no. They can't be serious right now. Thanks for the breakfast Blaine. I've gotta go to rehearsal. I'll see you guys later." Santana wasn't even in the state of mind to look them in the eyes. She just grabbed everything she needed for the day and left the loft without a sound.
Blaine looked saddened by what he just witnessed and Kurt just shook his head in the general direction she walked off in.
"She's just in denial right now. This hurt her too, if not the most. She'll come around eventually. She always does. I mean, this is Santana and Rachel we're talking about." Kurt explained to Blaine with a hopeful tint to this voice.
"Hopefully she does. I mean this is Rachel and Santana we're talking about." Blaine said repeating his husbands words and sharing a knowing look with him.
A.N.: I like this one. Maybe you do to? Reviews would help. Until next time…
TGWL