A/N: Hey everyone. So this one is completely random but I had fun with it so here it is. In a world where Santana has an identical twin and Rachel can't stand her.
Rachel didn't think it was possible to despise someone who looked exactly like her girlfriend, just with blonde hair. Diabla just seemed to constantly get under Rachel's skin, not very much unlike how Santana did in the past. Diabla is Santana's twin sister and could even be considered Rachel's nemesis. Okay...that might be an exaggeration but Rachel would rather not have to deal with Diabla... Rachel has known Santana since high school, she never encountered Diabla until they began dating because Diabla didn't attend the same school. Rachel sighs to herself as she watches Santana and Diabla sit on the couch in their shared New York apartment. Diabla is on a leave from the Airforce and is staying with them for the next week.
Santana and her sister are very close and have a very strong bond, one that makes Rachel feel bad for her disliking of Diabla which is why in the 2 years they've been dating, Rachel hasn't mentioned it to Santana. Instead, she puts on a brave face and thanks god that she's an actress. Diabla knows Rachel doesn't care for her but she couldn't care less. Rachel is just another pit stop until Santana realizes they're incompatible. She won't tell her sister she feels that way but she won't be sad to see Rachel go either. Rachel is loud, annoying, bossy, self centered...the list could go on but Diabla doesn't have that much time. Diabla just feels like Santana could do better, so yeah when she comes to visit she likes to fuck with Rachel. It keeps things interesting to her. She doesn't actually dislike Rachel though, overall she just finds her to be annoying...barely tolerable.
"Fuck!" Santana says as she sits her controller down. Diabla laughs almost diabolically, having beaten her sister in the video game they were playing.
"Pay up loser!" She says with her hand out towards her twin. Santana rolls her eyes then stands.
"I'll be back." She says then disappears behind the couch, walking into her bedroom. Diabla smirks to herself as she sits back against the couch, waiting on her cash prize.
"Wanna lose some money Berry?" Diabla asks Rachel who suppresses her eye roll.
"I don't play video games." She responds.
"What? San told me you two play."
"I only play with Santana." She clarifies.
"Is this some kind of kinky thing?" Diabla asks with a smirk, reminding Rachel of her girlfriend.
"Wanky." She continues with a wiggle of her eyebrows. Rachel's face turns up in disgust and Diabla laughs. When Santana says it...it's seems much less crude and annoying to Rachel.
"Hey Rachel, do you have 50 bucks?" Santana asks, coming out of the bedroom.
"50...Santana, you gambled away 50 dollars?" Rachel says in a disapproving tone, receiving only a shrug.
"Coulda been worse. So you got it or what?" She asks and Rachel rolls her eyes as she grabs her purse from the coffee table, finding some money and putting her hand out towards Santana, only to have Diabla intercept it.
"Thank you very much." She says with a satisfied smirk, settling back into her seat to count her money.
"I'll give it back when I go to the ATM later." Santana says and Rachel furrows her eyebrows in confusion.
"Why are you going to an ATM? It's already 9 o'clock."
"We're going out. I need all the booze I can get before I go back to hell." Diabla says and Rachel smirks to hide the laugh from her own thought. She'd love more that anything to tell Diabla to go to hell and never come back.
"Yeah, I know you have an early day tomorrow so I didn't think to invite you. But I wouldn't be mad if you went and put on something sexy and-"
"I will literally vomit if you finish that fucking sentence San." Diabla says with a roll of her eyes.
"You two are fucking sickening and it infuriates me. Like...I can honestly feel my rage boiling over having to witness how soft you've gotten." Santana rolls her eyes now.
"Are you two going by yourselves?" Rachel asks Santana.
"Q is coming over here to meet up and Kurt, Sam and Blaine are meeting us there." Santana tells her.
"Well now I feel left out -
"That was on purpose." Diabla mumbles to herself but Rachel heard her.
"What'd you say to her?" Santana asks defensively and Diabla shakes her head.
"That's what I thought. I will end you." Diabla rolls her eyes.
"Use that tough shit on the people who don't know you slept with a stuffed Kermit the Frog until you were 17." Santana's eyes widen in surprise as Rachel chuckles, looking at Santana lovingly.
"That is adorable! Is that why you won't let me throw it away?" Rachel asks, thoroughly amused.
"No fucking way, you still have that thing?! Where is it? I need a picture." Diabla says between laughs, earning her one of Santana's deadliest glares.
"Remember that I know where you sleep." Diabla shrugs.
"Unlike you, I can actually fight. Not just explode on people and hope for the best. I dare you to try something." She says, matching her younger sisters glare until Santana rolls her eyes and drops her scowl, returning her attention to her girlfriend. Sometimes Santana really hates her sister.
"Since we're spilling secrets, let's talk about the last time she pissed the bed." Diabla now gapes at her sister.
"Okay, this has gone far enough. Truce?" Diabla asks.
"Fuck no. She was 20...so 2 years ago." Santana tells Rachel who bursts into laughter.
"I told you that in confidence! I was drunk!" Diabla exclaims to which Santana only shrugs.
"Tough tits. Honestly, if you weren't my sister I would have stabbed you by now." Santana says and Diabla chuckles.
"You are truly demented. I love it." Diabla says with a smirk. Rachel glances from her girlfriend, to her sister then back to Santana.
"Do you two just counter each others snark constantly?" Rachel asks.
"We keeps it real." Santana responds.
"It's what we do, stubby -"
"Whoa. No, no. Hell to the no." Santana cuts her sister off, raising her hand in the air.
"No nicknames. We're not doing that, got it? Good." Santana says deadly serious to her sister.
"Fine, I'm going to shower and get ready. San, look presentable. I don't need you embarrassing me."
"I'm sure that horrible dye job will get the job done all on its own." Santana says as her sister leaves the room.
"You two are very strange." Rachel says with a light shake of her head. Santana shrugs.
"So, for clarity, you are not coming with us, right?" Santana asks and Rachel nods.
"Tell me you don't want me to go." Santana says, earning a curious eye from Rachel.
"What?"
"Just tell me, please? Say the words and I will magically come down with Mono." She says.
"Aren't you impervious to that? As disgusting as that is." Rachel asks, not wanting to think about how many people Santana must have kissed to become immune to the disease.
"Besides the point, don't you want me here to do...anything not involving my sister? I will literally go down on you until I get lock jaw. Just help me out of this." Santana pleads and Rachel chuckles.
"Stay with me Santana." She says and Santana grins.
"Now, cue the dramatic scene in...3...2...1." And Santana's facial expression goes from grateful, to pissed off.
"What's your deal? I can go out with my friends!" Santana says angrily, sneaking a wink towards Rachel when she sits there, confused.
"I-Santana we've talked about this! I don't like you going to bars without me! You are much too flirtatious when you're drinking." Rachel lies as Diabla comes back into the living room.
"Hey, scorned lovers? I don't want any lovers quarrels ruining my night. San you're out. Fix the shit with your girlfriend so I can enjoy my night in peace." Diabla says then goes into the bathroom. Once the door shuts, Santana smiles at her girlfriend.
"Dating an actress has some pretty sweet perks." Santana says.
"Why didn't you just tell her you didn't want to go?" Rachel asks.
"You know how when you ask me to sweep the kitchen floor, I won't but once I realize I'm stepping on crumbs, I do it? It's kind of like that with her too."
"So, you're both too stubborn to listen to anyone and have to be tricked into things?" Santana nods.
"Yep. By the way, I know you put crumbs on the floor after you ask me to sweep and I say no. There's no way it coincidentally gets there the day after, every time." Rachel shrugs.
"Why didn't you want to go out with her?" Santana sighs lightly.
"I love her, I do but...I love you more. I just want to get my mac on and watch scary movies so you can get all up on this." Rachel chuckles and comes to sit on the couch next to Santana. Santana then sits in her lap, Smiling, Rachel wraps her arms around Santana's waist.
"I think I've officially domesticated you. Who would have guessed that Santana Lopez would choose to stay in and cuddle over a night out with alcohol?" Rachel teases. Santana moves her arm to rest behind Rachel's head and gives her a stern look.
"I am turning down booze for sex, not cuddling."
"If that makes you feel better." Rachel says with a soft laugh. Santana rolls her eyes then rests her head against Rachel's and grabs her phone, beginning to play a game. Rachel softly smiles to herself, loving how affectionate her girlfriend is even though it would probably pain her to admit it. Rachel watches on as Santana plays her game until there's a knock at the door.
"Fuck...didn't you give Q a key? I really don't feel like getting up to let her in." Santana says as she lifts her head.
"San, someone has to -"
"Diabla! Tu novia esta aqui!" Santana turns to yell towards the bathroom.
The door opens and Diabla comes into the living room wearing a black leather jacket, black skinny jeans and a white crop top that sits just above her belly button with ample amount to cleavage showing. Hair flowing over her shoulders, ending in soft curls.
"She's not my girlfriend, now how do I look?" Diabla asks as she walks over to stand in front of Rachel and Santana, pushing her breasts up and pulling her shirt down.
"Like a whore." Santana says and Diabla smirks at her.
"Perfect." She then walks over to the door, straightening her hair before opening it.
"Hi." Quinn says softly, doing her best to focus her attention on Diabla's face.
"Hey." Diabla says, not trying to hide the fact that's checking Quinn out.
"I'm almost ready." Diabla says as she steps aside so that Quinn can come in. Quinn walks inside the apartment, completely ignoring Santana and Rachel on the couch and turns back towards Diabla.
"What else could you possibly need to do to perfection?" Quinn asks with a sly smirk. Santana swears she can see her sisters blush from all the way across the room. Diabla smiles shyly at Quinn before clearing her throat awkwardly, letting her confident facade melt away momentarily.
"Please take your cringey ass flirting somewhere else. I deserve to be comfortable in my own home." Santana says. Diabla's smile drops and Quinn turns her head to glare at Santana for ruining their moment. Santana knows the two are into each other and has no idea why they won't just date but she thinks it has something to do with Diabla being away in the Airforce.
"Satan...no one asked you to comment." Quinn says then glances at Rachel and smiles softly.
"You were literally just talking to a she devil but I'm Satan?" Santana asks with a shake of her head.
"Hey Rachel." Quinn says, ignoring Santana's comment and Rachel waves in response.
"Hi Quinn. Come sit down. Make yourself comfortable." Quinn walks to their loveseat and sits down.
"At least someone has manners."
"Shove it blondie." Santana says with an eye roll. Rachel gently squeezes her hip and motions for Santana to move once she looks at her.
"But I'm comfortable." Santana protests before sighing in defeat and moving to sit next to Rachel.
"Why aren't you dressed?" Quinn asks as Rachel stands and disappears into the kitchen.
"She and Rachel were fighting so I kicked her out...but you two look like you made up." Diabla purses her lips and squints her eyes suspiciously as she walks towards her sister.
"Yeah, because I agreed to stay in." Santana says with a dismissive wave of her hand.
"Shouldn't you be finishing up? Stop your gabbing and get out of my apartment." Santana says with a scowl, stretching out on the couch.
"Santana! Stop being rude." Rachel chimes as she comes back into the living room.
Santana rolls her eyes, remaining silent and Diabla laughs then imitates a whipping noise and uses her hand to exaggerate her point by pretending to have a whip. Quinn laughs while Santana gives her sister the middle finger. Rachel ignores their antics, striking up a conversation with Quinn while Diabla goes to finish getting ready for their night out. Eventually they leave and Santana smiles happily, finally getting rid of her sister. Santana quickly stands from her seat, throws her pants off and quickly makes her way around the apartment to cut off all the lights.
"What are you doing?" Rachel asks as she watches her girlfriend with curiosity.
"Setting the mood. You can't Netflix and chill with lights...or clothes." Santana waves her hand, gesturing to her girlfriends outfit.
Since Santana is standing in front of her in her panties, Rachel thinks it's only fair she does the same. Rachel shimmies out of her pants from her seat on the couch and Santana happily sits down, grabbing Rachel and falling back on the couch so that she's on top of her. Rachel nestles herself against Santana's chest and sighs contentedly.
"Tell me you have the remote." Santana says and Rachel chuckles as she leans over and grabs the remote.
"I'd prefer if you refrained from picking a gore filled movie. Maybe something more...supernatural tonight?" Rachel asks as she passes Santana the remote. Santana smirks, knowing any movie with ghosts definitely includes jump scares and Rachel loves to bury into her when those happen.
"Sure Rach. But you know we won't be watching it for long." Santana's hand slides down Rachel's back until she reaches her butt and gently squeezes. Rachel smiles and shakes her head lightly.
"Do you ever think about anything else?" She asks.
"Yes." Santana responds.
"Enlighten me." Rachel says, resting her hands on Santana's chest then sitting her chin against them.
"How much I love you is a reoccurring thought." Santana says with a small smile. Rachel's cheek begin to burn and she smiles shyly at her girlfriend.
"Really? Even though I sing showtunes almost everyday?" Rachel asks.
"Especially because you sing showtunes every day." Rachel repositions herself so that she can lean forward to press her lips against Santana's.
"I love you too." Rachel whispers against Santana's lips before gently tugging her bottom lip into her mouth, deepening their kiss.
It's been 3 days since Diabla arrived and Rachel is already thoroughly annoyed. Yes, she can deal with Santana's snark and attitude but when you double that...it just equals one big headache. Rachel is currently cooking breakfast for Santana...and Diabla since she doesn't want to be rude. Santana is still asleep but Diabla is in the kitchen, annoying Rachel.
"Isn't it like against some vegan law for you to be cooking eggs?" Diabla says from behind Rachel, glancing into the pan of scrambled eggs.
"I thought you would be more appreciative of my gesture." She says as Diabla walks over to the refrigerator.
"Those are for me? Are they poisoned?" Diabla asks as she opens the refrigerator door.
"Of course not." Rachel says plainly.
"That's convincing." Diabla says as she grabs a bottle of apple juice.
"You know I know you don't like me right?" Diabla says as she twists the top off of her juice and takes a swig.
"That's absurd. I have no-"
"Cut the bullshit Rachel. You are a good actress, I'll give you that but I'm literally trained to see past that bullshit. San doesn't see it but I do. I don't care that you don't like me." Diabla says with a shrug after swallowing.
"Treat my sister right and I won't have a reason to dislike you...well, I won't have more reasons to dislike you." Rachel looks over to her, not knowing what to say.
"Wow...I left Rachel Berry speechless? I should get a fucking medal." Diabla says and Rachel rolls her eyes.
"Since you know, I don't...care for you. Maybe...this visit could be redemption. Why don't we start over?" Rachel says as she plates the eggs. Diabla arches an eyebrow.
"Yeah, no. No offense...no actually you can take offense. I don't care. I like the relationship we have now. I get under your skin, you try to hide it from San and I get to watch you squirm. It's fucking better than TV." Diabla says with a laugh. Rachel shakes her head with a defeated sigh, accepting the fact that she was rejected.
"Well, your eggs are finished." She states plainly. Diabla walks over to the counter to see two identical plates with egg, bacon and toast.
"No coffee? 1 star." Diabla says as she grabs a plate then sits at the kitchen table. Rachel rolls her eyes once again and clenches her jaw, feeling like the least Diabla could've done was shown some appreciation and said thank you. Rachel lets out a huff of frustration realizing she has to stay in the kitchen with Diabla, forgetting she hadn't finished making her own breakfast.
"Where'd you learn to cook?" Diabla asks as she eats a forkful of eggs.
"Trial and error." Rachel responds dryly.
"...I've had worse." She says and Rachel shakes her head at what was meant to be a compliment.
As Rachel moves around the kitchen, she can't ignore the sound of Diabla's loud open mouth chewing and it's driving her crazy. Rachel just wants to block out Diabla's existence, just for a moment. Soon, to Rachel's relief, Diabla finally finishes her food and leaves Rachel alone in the kitchen. As Rachel is pouring her oatmeal into a bowl, Santana walks into the kitchen with a smile on her face.
"Did you make me food?" She asks as she moves towards Rachel, kissing her cheek before looking around for her food.
"Of course. It's in the microwave. Diabla already ate hers." Rachel answers happily. Santana walks to the microwave as Rachel sits at the table. Rachel patiently waits for Santana to bring her food to the table so that they can eat together. Santana sits next to Rachel and thanks her before digging into her plate.
"How'd you sleep?" Rachel asks, looking at her girlfriend lovingly.
"Like a baby. What about you?" Santana asks as she continues eating.
"Wonderfully." Rachel says then kisses Santana's cheek before beginning to eat her own breakfast.
As they sit, enjoying their separate meals...Rachel begins to feel herself becoming annoyed. Santana's chewing just seems...louder today and Rachel feels like she literally hear all of Santana's saliva swishing inside her mouth and it's making her lose her appetite.
"So, do you have anything planned today?" Santana asks, glancing at Rachel who had been staring at her with an...odd expression.
"I...no. Did you?" Rachel answers, almost like she was coming out of a daydream.
"No but we finally have some time so why don't we go to the museum of sex. I've been wanting to go and Diabla would probably like it." Santana says with a shrug then continues chewing...loudly.
"Diabla would what?!" Diabla says from her spot on the couch. Rachel tries to eat again, attempting to ignore her girlfriends chewing as Santana responds to her sister.
"Should mind her own damn business. Did you thank Rachel for cooking for you?" Santana asks.
"Of course." Diabla replies dryly. Santana glances at Rachel for confirmation then speaks after Rachel shakes her head.
"Diabla." Santana says in a warning tone. Diabla groans before responding.
"Thank you, Rachel. That was the best meal I've had from someone who doesn't even know what their food tastes like." Rachel rolls her eyes, even though she really tried not to. She really did.
"You're very welcome Diabla." She says sweetly causing Diabla to roll her eyes. Santana continues to eat after their exchange, her loud chewing persisting.
"Santana?" Rachel says softly, earning her girlfriend's attention.
"Yeah?"
"Can you please, close your mouth when you chew?" Rachel says in an even tone, trying to hide her irritation.
"Sorry." Santana says quietly as she slowly bites a piece of bacon and tries to keep her mouth closed. Rachel sighs in relief and continues eating.
"Also, I'd be fine with going to the museum today." Rachel says after swallowing a piece of grapefruit. Santana continues to make conversation while the eat, forgetting about what Rachel just asked of her. Once again, Rachel tries to ignore her chewing but she can't.
"Santana." She says.
"Huh?"
"Mouth closed. Please?" Rachel says in a more annoyed tone.
"I forgot. Sorry." Santana says. As Santana nears the end of her plate, her mouth opens again and Rachel reacts before thinking.
"Santana!" She yells frustrated, causing Santana to jump.
"Jesus?! What are you yelling for?" Santana says, clutching her chest.
"How hard is it to keep your mouth closed? It literally sounds like your food is swimming in your mouth! It's very unappetizing!" Rachel exclaims, standing from her seat and storming into their bedroom, leaving a very confused Santana behind.
"What the fuck?" Santana mutters to herself.
"Is she on her period or something?" Diabla asks, walking into the kitchen. Santana glares at her then sighs.
"Was I that loud?" Santana asks.
"Oh yeah. I thought it was a horse in here...or is it a cow that chews like that? Fuck it, point is you're gross." Diabla says then goes back to the living room.
Rachel enters her apartment the next day to see Diabla and Santana laughing about something. Taking off her shoes, she walks over to them and sits next to Santana on the couch.
"Hey Rach." Santana says once she's come down from her laughter and kisses her cheek.
"What's so funny?" She asks.
"We were just remembering all the stupid shit we did when we were kids." Diabla says to Rachel.
"Oh, San! Remember when we convinced our nanny there were three of us?!" Diabla says with an excited laugh.
"Oh, yeah. What was her name?" Santana asks. Diabla looks thoughtful and begins to tap her fingers against the coffee table.
"Fuck...what was her name?" Diabla says as her tapping continues. Santana sits back and crosses her legs, trying to remember while Rachel tries to ignore the constant tapping in her ear.
"Blanca! It was Blanca! How didn't she fucking realize it was mirror?" Diabla asks.
"She just thought the three of us waved at her at the same time. Lady almost died when she thought she lost one of us when mami and papi came home." Santana says and Diabla laughs again.
"Remember when papi actually did lose you?" Santana furrows her eyebrows in confusion.
"What the hell are you talking about?" She asks.
"You remember! Went to...uh...shit, where were we?" Diabla says then begins to tap her fingernails against the table again as she tries to remember. Rachel's eyes narrow in on the freshly yellow painted nails tapping against her glass table and causing her extreme irritation.
"Cedar point. It was Cedar point. You ran back to the carousel after he stopped to buy us snowcones." Santana's face lights up with realization.
"Oh, yeah!" She says.
Rachel stands, wanting to change her clothes and give them their time to reminisce, she makes her way to their bedroom. After closing the door, Rachel strips and walks into their en suite bathroom to take a shower. Rachel gets in closing her eyes as she let's the warm water relax her muscles, washing away her day.
"I really love that our shower curtain is see through." Rachel opens her eyes to see Santana leaning against the sink, supporting herself with her hands, smirking as her eyes hungrily examine her body.
"I don't give free shows Santana." She says playfully and Santana smirks.
"I did technically just give you 50 dollars." Rachel chuckles.
"Yes, of my money."
"No one cares about the details Rachel." Santana says with a light eye roll.
"I came in here for a reason before I got distracted. What was it?" Santana says and creases her eyebrows while focusing on remembering her task.
Rachel continues to shower until she hears a light tapping. Rachel looks over to see Santana tapping her fingers against the sink. Choosing to drown out the noise, Rachel sticks her head under the running water, sighing in relief when she doesn't hear the noise anymore.
"I lost it, oh well." Santana says with a light shrug.
"How long are you going to be in the shower?" Santana asks. Rachel pulls her head out of the water before responding.
"Not very long. Is there a reason you're asking?"
"No, just trying to gauge if I should get in there with you or not."
"After the last shower incident, I don't think that's a good idea." Rachel says with small wince, remembering the last time they attempted to have shower sex. Somehow, Rachel slipped, stumbled out of the shower then fell and hit her head against the toilet. Santana laughs lightly remembering the incident.
"It's not funny!" Rachel exclaims.
"I know, I'm sorry. You were concussed. It's definitely not funny." Santana says while continuing to laugh. Rachel glares at her and she shrugs lightly.
"I feel like we can laugh about this now." Santana says.
"I can laugh about it now. You can never have the pleasure." Santana shakes her head lightly.
"You're really distracting me right now. I had something to ask you too." She says then proceeds to begin tapping her fingernails against the sink again. The little noise normally wouldn't bother Rachel but today, she can't stand it.
"San."
"Hm?" Santana hums in response, still trying to remember her question for Rachel.
"Do you have to tap? The noise is bothering me." Santana straightens her fingers so their not touching the sink anymore.
"Better?" She says and Rachel smiles gratefully.
"Yes, thank you." Santana kicks her feet out in front of her, crossing them at the ankle and grips the sink again.
"Oh, right. Q found this new Indian place and invited us to dinner." Santana tells her.
"Us? As in me, you and Diabla?" Rachel asks, hoping she doesn't sound as irritated as she is. It's enough that, that woman is in her home. Rachel doesn't really want to continue going out in public with her as well.
"Yeah, you in? If not, those two will probably just go on one very overdue date." Santana says.
"I'd love to go. Do you know the name of it?" Rachel asks and almost instantly regrets asking because Santana is once again, tapping on the sink.
"Santana, come here." Rachel says, trying to get her away from the sink so she can stop feeling like she may have to kick her out. Santana smirks as she pushes off the sink and takes a few steps to stand near the shower.
"Changed your mind?" She grabs the edge of the shower curtain and opens it enough to peak her head inside.
"No, I just wanted you closer." Rachel says then pecks her lips.
"I can come a lot closer." Santana says, still trying to convince Rachel to try again. Rachel moves away from Santana with a shake of her head.
"Your persistence is adorable but you're not going to convince me otherwise." Rachel says as Santana puts her hand on the wall next to her.
"Worth a shot." Santana says with a shrug.
"I guess I'll leave you to shower alone or whatever." Santana says then pauses, tapping her fingernails against the wall now.
"Damn it Santana!" Rachel shouts, scaring her girlfriend.
"What?!" She shouts back.
"Stop tapping on every damn surface we have!" Rachel says angrily. Santana narrows her eyes at her.
"First of all, you reserve that language for the bedroom and the bedroom only. You're naked and I'm already turned on so don't add that to the equation because I'm pissed at you. Secondly, what's your deal? You keep snapping at me over every little thing." Santana says, annoyed with Rachel's mood swings. Rachel sighs with a guilty look.
"I'm sorry San, I don't know why I just snapped. It was just bothering me." She tells her.
"Well you can have plenty of time to think about it, in the living room with Diabla." Santana says as she turns to leave, but Rachel reaches out and grabs her wrist gently.
"San..." She says sadly, frowning.
"No, if I'm making you that mad, you don't have to be around me." Santana says as she pulls away.
"And don't you dare look at my ass as I walk out of here." She says then leaves the bathroom. Rachel sighs to herself and turns the water off.
How could Santana do this to her? Rachel thought to herself as she sat adjacent to her nemesis. Making her sleep on the loveseat just wasn't fair to Rachel. Not while her evil twin was in town. Rachel rolled her eyes and angrily fluffed her pillow while Diabla watched on with an amused smile.
"What are you smiling at?" Rachel hisses, folding her arms after pulling her blanket over her body.
"This is gold. How the hell did you end up on the couch?" She asks.
"None of your business. We are not friends, remember?" She says. Diabla just shrugs and continues to file her nails.
"I just figured you had a daily word quota or whatever that you had to fill. I was trying to be helpful." She says, glancing over at Rachel, barely able to see her under the low illumination of the TV since Rachel has turned off the lamp.
"You know what's funny? I've barely made any attempts to fuck with you while I've been here, yet I've still somehow pissed you off. My bitch powers must have amplified overnight." Rachel rolls her eyes.
"Can you stop talking? I'm trying to sleep." Diabla looks at her left hand then goes back to filing her pinkie nail.
"I don't care. Welcome to hell Princess, I'm your tour guide." Diabla says with a low laugh.
Rachel huffs and turns on her side, putting the pillow up against her ears. Diabla continues laughing and turns the TV up as loud as it can go, knowing that if Santana is asleep, she won't hear it because she's such a heavy sleeper. After sometime, Rachel shoots up, not being able to tune out the TV she glares at the woman who she wishes didn't look so much like her girlfriend.
"Turn the fucking TV down." Diabla's eyes widen in surprise, never having heard Rachel curse before, but as her shock fades a smirk appears on her lips.
"What was that?!" She shouts, pretending she didn't hear Rachel. Instead of playing into her game, Rachel gets up and unplugs the TV then lies back down as Diabla laughs.
"You found my one weakness. I'm lazy as fuck, but I do still have a phone." Diabla gives Rachel a smug look but she can't see it now that it's completely dark. Instead of turning on anything with noise, Diabla decides she's done messing with Rachel for the night and turns on her flashlight to keep filing her nails.
"Does the devil never sleep?" Rachel says dejectedly. All she wants to do is try to get some sleep since much won't be achieved without Santana to cuddle, but all she hears is the scratching of Diabla's nail file.
"You know what Berry? I'm having a rare moment of...kindness. Savor it." Diabla says as she turns off her flashlight, sets the nail file on the coffee table and lies on the couch. Rachel doesn't respond and closes her eyes to attempt to sleep.
The next morning, Santana walks out of their bedroom and straight past Rachel to the kitchen. Rachel, trying to make peace, walks into the kitchen but then notices Santana has in her headphones. When San has in her headphones, it means she's still upset and doesn't want to talk. Sighing sadly to herself, Rachel walks back into the living room and sits back down. Rachel doesn't blame Santana for being upset, she knows she's been snappy lately but she didn't do it intentionally.
Rachel wasn't sure why she was doing it herself...until she had time to think. Since Rachel is generally annoyed with Diabla's presence, when she noticed the mannerisms she shares with Santana, it somehow started to bother her when Santana did it even though it hadn't before. In a way, Rachel is taking out her frustration with Diabla on Santana since they look and act alike. Wanting to fix things with Santana, Rachel realizes she's going to have to tell Santana that she doesn't like her sister and has been unintentionally taking out her aggression on her. But Rachel is afraid of her reaction, what if that's a deal breaker for Santana? What if she hates her? Luckily Rachel is able to weigh her decisions in peace seeing as Diabla isn't here at the moment. She went for a run with Quinn earlier and isn't back yet.
After 20 minutes, Santana walks into the living room and wordlessly hands Rachel a plate of food, who in turn smiles warmly at her. No matter how angry Santana is with her, when she still does something for Rachel, it lets her know she's still loved. Santana sits on the couch with her food but switches it for the nail file she sees sitting on the table. While cooking, she'd chipped her nail and it was bothering her so she decided to tackle that while her food cooled down.
"Santana?" Rachel calls out cautiously.
"Rachel." Santana replies dryly as she begins to file her nail.
"Can we talk?" Rachel says and Santana sighs but pulls a headphone out of her ear.
"I'm listening." Rachel nervously chews her bottom lip, fidgeting with her fingers before speaking.
"I'm sorry I've been so...mean. You didn't deserve any of that." She says and Santana nods her head, not taking her eyes off of her nails.
"Did you figure out why you keep snapping at me? I can deal with PMS but you're period ended last week so what's the issue? Did I do something that made you mad and you just don't want to talk about it?" Santana says, finally looking up at her girlfriend.
"No, I just...it's...Diabla..." Rachel says softly. Santana furrows her eyebrows in confusion.
"What does she have to do with this?" Santana asks. Rachel tries to search for a nice way to tell her but...she can't find the words.
"I hate her! She's like you but on steroids! So much worse, no offense. She looks just like you and you two sometimes do the same things and ugh! I see her face when you do something she does because it's the same face and I get upset because I hate everything associated with her! And I honestly don't think she has a soul!" Rachel blurts out and Santana looks at her curiously before laughing.
"I knew she bothered you but I didn't think you hated her." Santana says, sitting her hands in her lap.
"Bothered me is putting it lightly." Rachel says with a soft sigh and Santana nods.
"You're right. I know she's a lot to handle but so am I. I guess I just figured if you could deal with me, you could deal with her, but if she's been stressing you out that much, you should've just told me." Santana says.
"You love her and I love you, therefore I am willing to put up with her but everything she does just annoys me to no end." Rachel says softly.
"And since we look like the same person, you took our your aggression on me instead of her. I get it. You're not the first to do that either. My mother has literally scowled at me and left the room after saying I look like Diabla and she couldn't take it. Don't tell her I said that though." Santana says then shrugs.
"It happens. I just wish you would have talked to me." Rachel licks her lips then ducks her head.
"I didn't want you to hate me...you two are so close, I didn't want to come between that." She says sadly and Santana rolls her eyes slightly.
"Rachel, you think I don't know Diabla is a raging bitch? You don't have to like her. I'd never hate you for feeling how you do. I barely like her on a good day. Yeah, we're close because she's my fucking mirror image and we shared a womb but I don't fault anyone for not liking her. Just like I don't fault people for not liking me. We're definitely not everyone's cup of tea and you'd never get between us, just like she'll never get between you and I." Santana says and Rachel feels like the world has been lifted from her shoulders.
"I'm so happy you're not mad I hate your sister." Rachel says.
"Come here." Santana says. Rachel rises from her seat and shyly walks over to Santana, sitting next to her.
"Next time she visits, she'll get a hotel." Santana says then kisses Rachel's temple.
"That's over now, right?" She asks and Rachel nods then wraps her arms around Santana's waist.
"I'm sorry." She says softly then rests her head on her shoulder.
"It's cool." Santana says then picks up the file in her lap and focuses on fixing her nail. Rachel gently puts her hand over Santana's as she begins to file, lightly guiding her hand back down.
"I'm trying San...but, put down the file." Santana laughs lightly then throws the file on the coffee table.
"Better?" Rachel nods and gently pushes Santana back against the couch so she lie on her chest. Santana wraps her arms around Rachel and they sit in a comfortable silence, until Rachel breaks it.
"You don't find it weird that your best friend is interested in your identical twin?"
"No, do you?" Santana asks curiously.
"I mean...wouldn't that imply she's somehow attracted to you?"
"I don't know? Are you attracted to Diabla?" Rachel shudders at the thought, but then ponders the question.
"If she never spoke or moved, not unlike that of a mannequin...physically..." Rachel trails off when she notices Santana's eyes narrowing.
"I'd still only find you attractive." Rachel says with a grin and kisses Santana's cheek.
"Right answer. I have a great way you can get back at her for...well just being her." Santana says and Rachel lifts her eyebrow in curiosity.
"How?" Santana smirks.
"Take off your shirt and I'll show you." Rachel squeals in delight as Santana presses kisses against her neck.
"I like this plan." Rachel says as she lies back on the couch, pulling Santana on top of her.
The day Rachel prayed for has finally arrived and Diabla is finally leaving so Rachel's life can return to normal. Rachel has been subconsciously smiling watching Diabla pack her things from her spot in the kitchen.
"Can you stop creepily smiling at me Hobbit? You're making my skin crawl more than usual." Diabla says, folding a shirt and putting it in her duffle bag but nothing she can say will make Rachel's smile falter.
"I won't even respond to that. I really hope you have a safe flight." The sincerity in her voice makes Diabla look at her curiously.
"What is that supposed to mean?" She asks suspiciously. Rachel only chuckles before responding.
"I had no malicious intent. Make sure you let us know when you landed."
"Are you high right now? Why are you even talking to me?" Diabla asks.
"Unlike you, I can be cordial though we have our differences." Diabla shakes her head as she zips her duffle bag and throws it over her shoulder.
"In the 2 years since you got with my sister, I've done nothing but be a bitch to you. How can you find it in yourself to still be nice to me?" Diabla asks as she walks towards Rachel.
"Because whether you like it or not, I won't be going anywhere. Just like you won't and I love Santana more than you'll ever know...so while I may not like you, that doesn't mean I have to treat you the way you treat me." Diabla quietly studies Rachel's face with a fading scowl.
"I see why San is into you...you're not...fake. It's like you're genuinely good to the bone." Sighing, Diabla shakes her head and looks away, akin to the way Santana looks when she's being open with someone.
"You may be annoying and loud but...you really make her happy and if I'm being honest..." Diabla trails off and rolls her eyes before meeting Rachel's gaze.
"You're good for her...so I guess what I'm trying to say is..." Diabla's eyebrows furrow and she lets out a frustrated breath as she rubs her forehead.
"You're sorry?" Rachel chimes.
"Yeah...that. I'm sorry. You're not all bad. If you want...I'll take you up on that offer. Starting over or whatever. If San likes you and Quinn likes you...you gotta be halfway decent, right?" Diabla smirks and Rachel nods her head, her smile growing.
"I would really like that." Diabla rolls her eyes and offers her hand to Rachel.
"I'm more of a hugger."
"Yeah, don't do -" Diabla's words are cut off by Rachel wrapping her arms around her, pinning her arms at her side. Sighing in defeat with a small amused smirk tugging at her lips, Diabla pats Rachel's back a few times before clearing her throat.
"Am I in the Twilight Zone?" Both women hear Santana's say from behind them. Rachel lets go of Diabla as both women direct their attention to the front door where Santana and Quinn are standing.
"Definitely, or someone slipped something in our coffee." Quinn says, smirking at the two women in the kitchen.
"Don't comment." Huffing, Diabla moves away from Rachel walking over to Quinn and grabbing the cup holder of coffees from her.
"Ready to go?" She asks Quinn who nods her response. Santana grabs Rachel's coffee from her sister then hands it to her girlfriend as she comes to join them. Giving Santana an appreciative smile as she wraps her arm around her waist, Rachel looks to the pair before her.
"Well, it was fun. I'll see you losers the next time I get some freedom." Diabla says and Santana rolls her eyes, approaching her sister for a hug.
"Stay safe idiot." Santana tells her as Diabla wraps her arms around her, both women careful not to spill the drinks in their hands.
"I'll do what I can. Love you Santi."
"Love you too." Santana responds as they break apart. Diabla glances at Rachel then offers her a soft smile and gently squeezes her forearm.
"See ya around."
"Take care of yourself." Rachel says with a smile of her own. Diabla nods then she and Quinn make their exit.
"What the hell was that about? Diabla hates touch so much we thought she was on the spectrum, and no that's not a joke." Santana asks once the women leave.
"We decided to begin anew."
"You broke through the glacier over her heart. That's almost unbelievable." Rachel shrugs lightly.
"I'm not sure it will last but I'm willing to put forth the effort if she is." Santana nods slowly before walking over to the kitchen table to sit down her coffee cup.
"I guess time will tell." Rachel nods in agreement as she walks over to Santana.
"I'm just glad I have my house back." Rachel shakes her head, a small smile on her lips as she gazes at her girlfriend.
"What?" Santana questions to which Rachel shakes her head.
"Nothing. I just love you." Santana playfully rolls her eyes before pecking Rachel's lips.
"I love you too." Santana says before Rachel pulls her back to her lips.
A/N: How was it? I hope not to bad lol hope you enjoyed. See ya soon.