Chapter 3: Gun Related

Santana's POV

"I…" She trails off.

"You what Rachel?" I hold the gun tighter in my hand.

"Santana, you just don't understand why I have that gun. Just put it down." She tells me with a panic look.

"I can't just put this down Rachel. This is a fucking gun, that's here in your house." I tell her showing her the gun.

"Look, that gun is something I have to have in my possession. Hand me the gun." She holds her hand out at me.

"I-I can't. I need to know about this Rachel." I hid the gun behind my back.

"Santana! Give me the fucking gun!" She yells.

"No! You're going to fucking tell me why you have this damn thing!" I yell back at her.

"You don't understand me! You never will!" She cries.

"Help me understand you Rachel. I need to understand." I say on the verge of tears.

"You don't get to cry. Don't you fucking cry, I can only do that, not you." She sobs.

"I have to cry, I have a reason too." I say simply.

"Why, because you feel guilty about how you've been treating me ever since the 1st grade?" She asked me.

"If I say yes?" I question

"Then you're so full of shit." She hisses out at me

"I'm not full of shit, I can feel bad." I say sadly.

"No, you fucking don't." She says angrily.

"Rachel, can we just go to sleep?" I step closer to her.

"Why? So you can beat the hell out of me?" She frowns at me.

"No, so I can lay with you and hold you. I just want to hold you." I reach out for her hand.

"Put the gun away Santana. I'll let you hold me if you do." She says softly.

"What if I don't want too?" I look into her eyes.

"Then I can't let you hold me." She lets out a shaky breath.

"O-okay. Can we please talk about this in the morning?" I asked her clenching the gun.

"Yes. Let's go to sleep." She steps closer to me.

"Don't lie to me. Promise we will talk about this." I raise my hand up to her face.

"Promise." She places her hand on mine.

"Okay." I put the gun back into her drawer and close it.

"Let's go to bed." She takes my hand and walks me over to the bed. I get in first then she does. I put my arm around her waist while laying on her chest. I feel her chest rising up and down letting me know she's falling asleep. I close my eyes and fall asleep myself.

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Rachel's POV

I'm downstairs in the kitchen cooking breakfast. Last night Santana and I talked for the first time. There was no punching or kicking. I felt safe with her for some reason, and let me tell you it's really weird and awkward. It feels strange having Santana here in my house. My father didn't even show up after he basically drowned himself with alcohol. I finish up our breakfast and set it down on the table. I hear the stairs creak, and I see Santana stepping down looking gorgeous. Even in the morning's she's sexy as hell. I smile at her.

"Morning." I greet her pouring us some Cranberry grape juice.

"Morning Rachel." She greets me.

"Did you sleep okay?" I asked her.

"Yes, I did. You're comfy." She giggles. She's too fucking hot.

"I'm glad then. I'm sorry I yelled at you last night. I was in shock about you finding my gun." I tell her leaning against the counter.

"Rachel, you could hurt yourself with that thing. I don't even like guns." She tells me.

"I'm sorry about that, but I needed it just in case." I tell her.

"In case of what?"

"I was going to bring it to school, and scare people." I tell her honestly.

"Scare people?" She frowns at me.

"Yeah. I wanted all of this to stop, but it didn't. I was going to bring it and shoot it. I didn't want to hurt anybody." I explain.

"Where you going to kill me?" She asked with a broken voice.

"No, but I was going to scare you with it. I was tired Santana. I was going to kill myself also," I feel a tear slip.

"Rachel, I had no idea about this. Don't kill yourself because of me."

"It's hard no too Santana. All of this pain you and your friends have caused me, has been too much." I feel myself shaking.

"Rachel." I hear the chair scoot back, and I feel her arms around me.

"I have something to tell you."

"What." She looks at me.

"I Lo.." I didn't even finish my sentence because I hear the front door slam. I see my dad Hiram walking in.

"Why aren't you at school?" He hisses out at me.

"We were talking about something important." I tell him.

"Please get get the fuck out of my sight. You little fucking freak." He spits out walking upstairs.

I feel tears falling down my face. He always calls me that whenever he sees me. I look over at Santana who's fuming. She was going to go after him, but I stop her.

"No. Let's just go to school." I pull her upstairs and we get ready. We get into my car and head to school. When I pull up Santana gets out of the car. I sit in my car and think until I hear her voice.

"Rachel, you coming?" She asks me leaning up against my door.

"Yeah, let me bust a block to clear my mind and I'll meet you inside." I give her a small smile.

"Okay. Be quick." She kisses my cheek and walks inside. I blush when she does that.

I got a good view of her ass. I know she was twisting her hips on purpose. I leave the school parking lot and drive around for a bit.

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Santana's POV

I walk into school worried about Rachel. People must have saw me get out of her car, But I don't care. I see Quinn walking up to me.

"Hey San." She greets.

"Hey Q." I greet back at her.

"So are you coming over my house tonight? Puck wants to throw a party since we won our football game." She tells me.

"Uh, maybe not tonight Q. I still have to finish up my project." I tell my best friend.

"San, this is not like you. What's up?' She leans against a locker.

"I just want to spend more time with Rachel." I tell her truthfully.

"Wait, you're blowing off a hot party so you could hand out with midget? San, come on, is she really worth your time?" She asked with a angry look.

"Yes, she's worth all of the time that I have. Now if you'll excuse me, she waiting." I slam my locker shut.

"Nice choice. Glad too see you know who your real friends are." She spits.

"My real friends would support me. I think Brittany would love to see her girlfriend like this. Maybe you should back the fuck off Quinn." I spit out at her.

"Fuck you Santana." She pushes me.

"Not in a million years would I ever let you Quinn." I push her back walking away, but not without bumping into her shoulder. As I'm walking away from Quinn to go look for Rachel my phone rings. I pick it up.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Mija?" It's my dad.

"Pop, is everything okay?" I asked in concern.

"No, honey I have a Rachel Berry here." He tells me.

"What?!" I scream into the phone.

End of this chapter. I know I'm mean for leaving this cliffhanger but next chapter Rachel will hit her boiling point next chapter. Her secret will also be revealed causing her to make a hard decision for her and Santana. Quinn and Santana's friendship will be on the line. Sweet lady kisses.