A/N: Hi guys, thanks for reading. I'd love to know what you think about how this fic is going if you have any comments at all - at any time btw even if it's a million years since I posted a previous chapter, it is never a bother to me (quite the opposite) and always a joy to get a new comment on this or other fics. Thank you to everyone who shared their thoughts on the previous chapters. This story is also available on AO3. Take care.
"You've got to be kidding me," Santana hissed, glaring at her father as she wiped away her tears with a tissue. She couldn't believe what he had just suggested. "Singing is the very last thing I feel like doing right now, Old Man."
"You loved our family movie karaoke nights before when you were younger, Santana. What happened?" Will blinked at her in confusion. His oldest daughter's personality seemed to have changed so much and he could barely keep track of her interests. One thing was for certain, she never wanted to hang out with the rest of the family anymore.
"It's corny and lame."
"It's not lame!" Rachel insisted. "We're all talented singers. Some of us more than others. Besides, I can never get enough practice for my career."
"Not everything is about singing and your stupid musical career, Rachel." Santana rolled her eyes in annoyance, scoffing at the shorter brunette.
"Come on, just one song," Will put his arm around her shoulders, hugging Santana against his side as she sulked and shrank away from him like a sullen teenager. "Just one short song and then you can go back to your room please, Santana."
Santana grunted in annoyance but eventually joined the family when the three of them kept giving her puppy dog eyes. As much as she was embarrassed to admit it, she did enjoy singing and it had always been the one way she could express her intense emotions when nothing else worked. They began to sing some Journey ballad her dad picked out - no one was remotely surprised by his choice as they knew how much he was obsessed with that band.
"You did a great job," Her dad clapped her on the back when she was done and they settled in to watch movies together as the Latina smirked at him proudly. A genuine smile came to Santana's face and she looked over at Rachel, locking eyes with her. She noticed that her sister looked much happier as well for once as it was the first time she had seen such a bright look on the girl's face since the start of their holiday. "Told ya it would cheer you up. Now it's an official LoBerrySchue sing-off and movie night."
Santana grumbled half-heartedly but sat beside Rachel at the end of the couch, crossing her arms. The Latina would reluctantly admit that the silly musical Rachel chose for the family to watch was a good distraction from her problems as much as she wasn't a big fan of musicals. It was almost enough for her to drown out her bothersome emotions until her dad spoke up again.
"Hey, what's that mark on your neck, Santana?" He asked as Emma looked over to see what he was talking about. Rachel gasped and Santana glared at her sharply, knowing her face was probably a dark shade of red as she put her hand on her neck to cover it in her flustered state. She squirmed in her seat, remembering the feeling of Brittany's hot lips against her neck and closed her eyes for a moment.
"Did something bite you?" Rachel gasped and Santana groaned with partial relief and annoyance at her sister's innocence. She tried to change the subject hoping that would distract Will as he stared at her suspiciously, tilting his head to the side. She cursed herself for not wearing something to cover up her skin and her family for being so annoyingly observant. Rachel and Emma might have been as naïve as they come but there's no way Will wouldn't figure it out.
"It- it was just an accident. A skiing accident. No big deal."
"On your neck?!"
"Shut up right now or I'll kill you." Santana mumbled aggressively under her breath, sending the shorter brunette a harsh warning look that obviously sent the message as her sister quickly stopped talking.
"Speaking of which, you guys haven't been skiing for a few days. You two seemed so excited about it before. You're not taking lessons anymore?" Will asked.
"I'm never skiing again!" Rachel announced loudly and dramatically in response to that.
"That's for sure. I second that." Santana mumbled in agreement. Will and Emma looked at each other in confusion. It was incredibly rare for the sisters to be in agreement about anything.
Thoughts of Brittany and that stranger at the blonde's cabin came to her mind again so Santana excused herself and walked off to the kitchen, trying to hold back a sob.
Her first time with Brittany had been so special to her, revealing all kinds of emotions she hadn't known she had and for a second she imagined it meant something to the blonde as well. Now it seemed like Santana was just another notch on the hot older woman's bedpost.
"You doing okay, Santana?"
She looked up at the sound of her dad's calm voice and frowned but didn't have the energy to mock him when she was struggling just to keep it together as it was.
"Girl trouble, huh?" He said with a small smile, squeezing her shoulder. Will had no idea who Santana or Rachel had met at the resort and though he was happy that they both seemed to have someone, it was difficult to see them going through heartbreak. Meanwhile, Santana's frown deepened as she wasn't sure how he had seen through her so easily. She was going to murder Rachel if her sister told their parents anything about her predicament. "I've been there more times than I can count. She must be someone really special to have your heart."
"She is," Santana admitted with a sigh. The last thing she wanted was some kind of pep talk from corny Will Schuester. "Look… I can't talk about it, least of all with you of all people. I don't need your pity. Just leave me alone."
Will was silent for a moment, a serious look on his face as his smile dropped and Santana half expected him to completely blow up at her for her rudeness. It took a lot to set Will off but it was clear how disappointed he was in her when he spoke up again.
"Santana, I'm not going to pry into your personal life but you need to calm down. Why do you always have to get upset about everything your mother and I do?"
"You know what? You're not my fucking parents!" She shouted angrily, fed up with the way he and Emma were staring at her as her voice rose. They would never understand her and she didn't want anything to do with them. It was clear to her then more than ever that she was the black sheep of the family. She'd never fit into the weird but perfect little family unit Will, Emma and Rachel had together, nor did she want to.
She stormed off to her room, teary-eyed as Will just shook his head sadly. He could never seem to be on the same wavelength as the black-haired girl, no matter how hard he tried. Rachel watched the exchange wide-eyed and followed Santana, hoping she could comfort her sister.
"Why are you fucking following me?"
Santana whipped around to face Rachel, annoyed when they got to her room. The shorter, brown-haired girl wasn't bothered by her sister's angry retort and didn't leave her side as Santana dropped onto the carpet, pulling her knees up to her chest and buried her face in her hands. Rachel could see her sister's shoulders shaking. She was surprised as Santana rarely showed this much vulnerability around her or anyone.
As much as she was upset about her own situation with Finn, she decided it was more important to help Santana at this point.
"Please don't swear. We're both such a mess, aren't we?" Rachel whispered with a tearful chuckle. "I know you didn't want to talk about it with dad and mom but I'm here for you, Santana."
The darker girl surprisingly didn't yell at her like she expected her to, eventually relenting after she seemed to realize Rachel wasn't going to leave no matter what she told her. As much as she'd never admit it, she did really need someone to talk to. She couldn't muster up the energy to get into another full blown argument with Rachel.
"So me and Brittany… you and Humpty Dumpty?"
"He doesn't want me. He thinks I'm just a freak. I was just… delusional all along to even think I had a chance with someone like him."
"Someone like him?" Santana scoffed, "Rachel, he's not that great. He's just the first boy you talked to for more than five minutes. Fuck it, if you tell anyone else I said this I'll swear I didn't but don't fucking degrade yourself for some nobody guy who lives in an igloo. He's a bum. You're my sister and Santana Lopez' sister deserves the best."
"Aw, Santana." Rachel tried to resist the urge to hug her, Santana cringing as the brown-haired girl's voice rose to a high-pitched squeal and she bounced onto the edge of the bed. The black-haired girl would never admit it out loud but she had always felt a strange sense of kinship with Rachel since her earliest memory of being around the younger girl when she was just a toddler, despite the fact that they weren't related by blood. She had always been jealous of the younger girl yet it was difficult to ignore that in many ways, they were just two sides of the same coin.
"Yeah yeah, no touchy feely moments, Hobbit. Anyway, I know he did something to you to make you cry so much and I'll fucking kick his whale ass if I ever see Butterball again."
"Thanks, Santana," Rachel smiled softly. "I don't think you should ever do that because physical violence is never the answer but thank you for caring about me."
"Hey, what did I say about no touchy feely moments, Little Girl?" Santana poked her in the cheek and Rachel slapped her hand away with a laugh.
"You're literally only two years older!"
"You're still little."
Rachel just huffed, puffing out her cheeks and refused to continue that argument.
"So you and that Brittany? Did something happen between you two?" The shorter girl asked quietly, looking up at her with worried brown eyes. Santana got up, shaking her head and faced away from her as she clenched her fists.
"It's a grown up problem, Rach. Mind your business. It'll be too much for your little naïve mind to handle."
"Come on, Santana," Rachel sighed. "I know you think I'm perpetually twelve years old but we all know I am more emotionally mature than you are. I am perfectly capable of discussing relationship issues with you."
Santana scoffed, flipping her off and Rachel shrieked in irritation. Eventually Santana looked up at her with a somber expression, her eyes darker than usual.
"She… I thought I really meant something to her. I guess I didn't."
"Oh, Santana. I'm so sorry. Dating is certainly not easy as I too have discovered."
She had never seen her older sister this depressed before. Rachel couldn't figure out what on earth her sister saw in that tall, airy fairy blonde bimbo but it was clear that Brittany had completely seduced Santana with her charms. She could have predicted something like this would have happened all along if Santana was around a girl who seemed as well… easy as Brittany. As much as Rachel didn't like to think badly of people, the thought of her sister's heart getting broken by some older hussy rubbed her the wrong way and made her irritation toward the flighty blonde grow.
"Who says Brittany and I are dating?"
Rachel's jaw dropped, appalled. She hoped Santana didn't mean what she thought she meant because that would certainly be highly inappropriate.
"Excuse me? What else would you be doing if you're not dating her?" Rachel retorted.
Santana just smirked, shaking her head and didn't say anything more. She got up and messed up Rachel's hair as the brunette stuck out her tongue at her childishly.
"You shouldn't even be dating her… or having whatever… dalliance you're having with that woman anyway. She's way older than you and she's your ski instructor, Santana. Don't you realize how wildly inappropriate that is?"
"You shouldn't be chasing after Lumps the Clown… " Santana countered. "How do you think Dad would feel if he knew you've been practically throwing yourself at that elephant boy?"
"You wouldn't! Don't you dare say anything to Daddy!"
"Whatever. I'll keep your secret if you keep mine… and you better keep mine or I'll kick your flat little ass." Santana shrugged, getting into bed and pulling the covers up around her.
"By the way, I don't think Dad noticed but you should know there's also a lipstick mark on your collar," Rachel pointed out with a sly smile. Heat rushed to Santana's face again. "You'd never wear that shade of cherry red and I know for a fact it would look better on a blonde."
Santana glared at the brown-haired girl as she watched her smugly, eventually throwing a pillow at her younger sister. She suddenly felt exhausted as thoughts of Brittany flooded back to her, wanting nothing more than to sleep and drown out her sorrows. She groaned when Rachel looked at her with one of her serious expressions that usually meant she was about to lecture her Will Schuester style.
"You know, Mom and Dad just want to help you. I really don't think Dad meant to hurt your feelings earlier."
The black-haired girl's expression darkened for a moment as she turned away, not wanting to acknowledge that her sister had a point.
"I don't need them." She muttered angrily. Her younger sister realized it was useless to argue with Santana on this when her mind was made up. It was clearly a touchy subject for Santana and Rachel didn't know how to approach it.
"Does this mean our dramatic feud is over?" Rachel asked in a more cheerful tone as she sat beside Santana on the bed, scooted over and held out her hand for her sister to shake. As much as she would never understand Santana's attitude toward their parents, at the moment she just wanted her sister back at the very least. At the end of the day, Santana had always been her only friend and maybe it was time to focus on her family instead of boys. "I propose a truce. Boys come and go but you'll always be my sister."
"Whatever," Santana mumbled with a smirk but didn't reject her or unleash some savage remark, which Rachel knew meant things were probably as good between them as they could get. She frowned when Rachel's head dropped heavily onto her shoulder not long after that. "Hey…don't fall asleep on me. Ew, you're getting drool on my shirt."
Finn didn't know why he couldn't stop thinking about that weird, intense little brunette girl who always seemed to be getting herself into trouble. She was true to her word and never returned to his ski classes. He had wanted so badly to get rid of her at first and now that she wasn't around in his life anymore, his mind would constantly drift back to her.
It was ridiculous. He had no time for rich, entitled girls who thought the world revolved around them. It was even more ridiculous that he was searching for her during his free time when he could have been lazing around playing video games or hanging around with Mike or Brittany or his little sister Marley instead.
Yet here he was, dressed up in the fanciest outfit he could come up with and trying to pretend he accidentally ran into her.
Rachel moved swiftly through the hallways of the resort, seemingly not noticing Finn even when he walked beside her. That grumpy sister of hers was with her this time and when she noticed Finn, she shot him a murderous glance that struck fear into him.
"Rachel?"
The brunette girl stopped and faced him, an unreadable look in her eyes as she pressed her lips together with no emotions on her face. She looked better than ever, her hair and makeup looking amazing and she was wearing a cute, pink babydoll dress. Yet she didn't seem all that impressed with him and was paying him zero attention as she turned back to chatting with her sister. Finn was bewildered. Where was that adoring expression the tiny brunette usually had only for him?
"What is it, Finn? Sorry but I have somewhere to go."
"I um… fancy us meeting again, huh?" He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. "You look great."
"Hey you asshole, don't think I don't know what you've been doing with my sister," Santana growled, stepping in front of Rachel. Before Finn knew what was happening, she struck him hard in the face and he reeled back. "That's for hurting Rachel. You better get the hell out of here before I demolish you."
"What the…?" Finn pressed his hand to his face, frowning and jumped back as Santana swung her fist again. "Hey, hey, stop. I don't want to fight."
"It's alright, Santana. Let's just go."
"Wait!" He shouted and the two girls turned back to stare at him, giving him weird looks as he just stood there in silence gawking at them like an idiot. He willed his mouth to cooperate with his brain. "I just… Rachel, can we just talk?"
The brunette girl shook her head with a small smile that didn't reach her brown doe eyes. It was driving Finn insane that she was no longer fawning over him or really paying any attention to him at all. He couldn't understand why he had gone from wanting nothing more than to hide from the girl to being infuriated that she was no longer paying much attention to him.
"Maybe some other time, Finn. I'm sure you have classes to get back to."
Santana found herself heading in the direction of Brittany's cabin before she knew what she was doing. It was just a few days before Christmas and colder than normal, even by Slippery Slopes standards, which was saying a lot. A strong breeze was blowing that made her tremble and she couldn't feel her face as she gritted her teeth, stomping through the snow.
"What the hell?"
An athletic-looking dark-skinned man with a bad boy look about him was leaving Brittany's cabin. The blonde stood in the doorway smiling and laughing with him, wearing her pink sweater and waving to him as he left. He passed by Santana, giving her an incredibly smug look as if showing off the fact that he was apparently so close to the blonde and taunting her. Santana scowled at him.
Santana's frown deepened when she saw who Brittany was speaking with at the top of the slope when she went over there later. Apparently that Lani jerk had some dumb pro-skier title. As much as she tried not to care, she couldn't help but stare at the two of them, furious about the way Lani kept touching Brittany's arm casually. It was more than obvious that Lani was still totally into the taller blonde and she wasn't remotely threatened by Santana.
Lani smirked when she saw Santana coming, whispering something to Brittany and Santana snapped, hissing violently at the woman. It was as if the universe was out to get her that day and Santana had enough of it. Lani wrapped an arm around Brittany's waist, leaning in close and Santana's temper flared. Her stomach churned uncomfortably, wondering if Brittany liked Lani's touch better than hers.
"You think Brittany is so into you because you're some fucking Hawaiian bitch who knows how to glide around on hunks of metal? Aloha, ski bitch. Go back to surfing."
"Santana…" Brittany said softly, shaking her head. "Please don't."
"Sorry I'm not as cool and mature as your perfect ski champion fiancée."
Santana couldn't handle the disappointed, sad look Brittany was giving her so she turned her back to the blonde, her back straightened and shoulders tensed up. Lani rolled her eyes, gliding down the steep slope in perfect form at full speed and smirking at Brittany over her shoulder as the blonde cheered for her. Santana pouted, staring at them dejectedly as Brittany watched Lani and followed her, the two of them laughing together as they moved expertly and in sync.
She hated how impressed Brittany looked by the ski champion. Of course, everything that Hawaiian bitch did had to be perfect while Santana's life was just one thing blowing up in her face after the next.
"What's so great about her?" Santana demanded furiously, her tone sounding bitter to even her own ears. Brittany heard her and glanced back in her direction, frowning slightly.
The Latina skied past the two of them, making sure to show off by going over all of the ramps. At first it was going well and she was sure she was impressing Brittany… then she made the mistake of looking in Brittany's direction and noticed the way Lani was leaning in close, touching Brittany. Way too close for comfort. What the hell is she talking to Brittany for?! She fumed… and that kind of turned into her losing balance in her distracted state.
Falling in front of the girl she kind of had… major feelings for and her biggest enemy in the universe wasn't exactly part of the plan. Yikes… this was humiliating. She could hear Lani's laughter even from the bottom of the slope.
"Santana?"
The Latina froze at the sound of Brittany's voice as she moved toward the area where she was lying in the snow. That smug bitch seemed to have disappeared after she had finished mocking Santana. Where to, Santana didn't know but she kind of hoped that fucker got lost in a blizzard or something. Good fucking riddance.
"Are you okay?"
"What? Your lover's not keeping you satisfied?" Santana spat viciously in the middle of spitting out a mouthful of snow. Brittany winced, a hurt look on her face as Santana shrugged her hand off her shoulder. The thought of Lani maybe touching Brittany with familiarity, fucking her in her bed came to Santana's mind and it made her blood boil even though it pained her to see how upset Brittany was by her comment. "Need someone else to give you a good fuck?"
"Stop."
"Why?" The black-haired girl demanded, her voice strained as much as she tried to sound cold and unaffected. "Was she there to comfort you when I left?"
"It's not like that. Lani and I are friends."
"Oh I'm so sure. You're such good friends. The best of friends."
"Santana, I didn't want to hurt you."
"Oh you could never hurt me. You don't have that power." The black-haired girl snarled defiantly, gritting her teeth. She was lying and maybe they both knew it but she wasn't going to give the blonde that satisfaction. Brittany just looked at her silently, a sad look in her blue eyes.
Santana's throat felt choked up and she struggled to hold back frustrated tears, her insecurities taking over. Lani was some amazing athlete, famous and older… not to mention she had literally proposed to Brittany while Santana was just some young, inexperienced girl. The ski champion had known Brittany for a long time it seemed while Santana had just met her. How was Santana supposed to compete with that?
Brittany just stared at her with an unreadable expression, her eyes narrowing as she pressed her lips together. She ignored Santana's attempts at brushing her off, even when the black-haired girl spun around to glare at her with cold, black eyes when she followed her.
"Please, let me hold you," Brittany said softly, stepping in front of her and blocking her path. She put her arms around the shorter girl's shoulders, pulling her close. Santana began to sniffle, tears running down her cheeks as she broke down completely. She hated to admit how much she needed Brittany to hold her. "Oh, don't cry."
"How could you fucking do this to me?" Santana finally got out in between sobs. "Brittany… I was just nothing to you? Just a warm body before your famous fiancée comes home?"
Brittany tightened her hug and Santana felt her shaking her head. She pulled back slightly to cup Santana's face gently, staring into her eyes.
"Santana… you need to know the truth."
"Oh please. Spare me the details."
"I never meant to upset you. Lani is my ex-girlfriend. We hadn't been together for months when I met you and she's not really my fiancée."
"She seems to think otherwise. She asked you to marry her." Santana muttered bitterly after a long moment of silence. She pulled away from Brittany roughly and stormed away.
"She did, a long while back. I said no."
Santana was silent at that, not knowing what to say. Brittany came up to her and put her arms around Santana's shoulders, holding her close. Santana let her guard down finally, feeling like a weight had been lifted off of her. As much as she would never admit it out loud, she needed Brittany's touch so badly.
"I would never do that to you, Honey," Brittany kissed her cheek, tucking strands of hair behind her ear. "I wouldn't have flirted with you… have done everything we did together if I had someone else but I'm so, so sorry you found out about her the way you did. I wasn't expecting to see her around."
"So you and her… you're not…?"
Brittany shook her head.
"Of course not. Lani and I are friends but everything else… that's in the past."
"What about today… that fuckboy at your place? What was that about?"
"That was just Jake Puckerman. We had a thing together way back but he's just a friend. He borrowed some equipment from me."
"Oh… "
Santana could live with that, even though she didn't like the thought of Brittany's past lovers who were clearly still interested in her getting so close to the blonde girl. Santana pulled her closer, wrapping her arms around her waist and kissed her. She was still reeling from the whole reveal about Brittany's past - that the blonde had someone like that in her life - but every part of her had missed this intimacy between them. The darker girl felt a wave of relief come over her.
They separated when they heard a gasp and turned around to see Rachel staring at them wide-eyed. Santana grunted in annoyance while Brittany just smirked in amusement at the sisters.
"You guys were kissing!"
"Were you just going to gawk at us? I can kiss her if I want to. What, never seen people kiss before?" Santana muttered, feeling her face flush with heat. Rachel looked from her to Brittany in confusion for a long moment.
"Are you dating now?"
Santana ignored the question as Brittany giggled beside her and the moment between them was completely ruined. She tensed up, feeling awkward as Rachel kept looking at her expectantly. She looked up at Brittany apologetically, eventually grabbing Rachel's hand and tugging her along.
"Come on Rachel, let's go already."
"It's okay. Go with her but come see me later, okay?" Brittany husked into her ear, kissing it before pulling away. Rachel looked at the two of them astonished at the way Brittany was flirting with Santana so brazenly, toying with the zipper on her jacket and playing with her collar. "I'll take care of you, Baby."
Santana swallowed hard, a rush of heat coming over her already as an appalled Rachel pulled her away while Brittany continued to watch her with sultry blue cat eyes.
"I can't believe you had to go shopping right now." Santana grumbled as she wrapped her arms around herself, glaring at Rachel who was rocking back and forth on her heels, her teeth chattering. Rachel had insisted a million times that she wasn't upset about her "breakup" with the orca anymore but Santana knew the tiny brunette was just seeking out some retail therapy and dragging her into it to make things worse.
"I wasn't expecting it to be so c-c-cold out!" Rachel insisted as they made their way through the small village near to the resort. "Hey, you weren't complaining when you bought all of that jewelry."
"Whatever."
Finn Hudson was the last person any of them expected to run into. Rachel stubbornly refused to acknowledge him meanwhile Santana got fed up at the awkward silence from the two of them. The black-haired girl still kind of wanted to demolish him even though she knew Rachel wouldn't approve of that. She eventually lost her patience.
"Okay so if neither of you two dumbasses are actually going to say anything I'm just going to leave. This is painful."
"Wait… what I wanted to ask is, would you guys like to go back to my cabin for drinks?" Finn finally spoke up and fumbled with his hands as Rachel stared at him wide-eyed.
"You're actually inviting my little sister to your place for drinks?" Santana narrowed her eyes. "We barely even know you. Do you have a death wish or something."
"What? No, no not like that. Totally non-alcoholic drinks. As friends, I mean."
"That's even weirder." Santana argued.
"Come on, Guys," Finn pleaded after a long, awkward moment of Rachel biting her lip in confusion and Santana sending him murderous looks. "Don't freeze me out anymore, Rachel. Just five minutes and hot chocolate. Santana, you can totally be the chaperone or whatever if you're so worried about me being alone with her. You two look really cold anyway and everyone likes hot chocolate."
"Fine, we'll go to your igloo. I don't like hot chocolate." Santana huffed but shrugged and eventually followed the two of them when Rachel looked at her pleadingly. Finn's cabin was a complete dump as far as Santana was concerned and she grimaced when she saw the messy state of the place. In contrast to Brittany's place, Finn barely had any furniture and nothing was decorated at all. It looked like it belong to a frat boy. As much as it was nice to get out of the cold, she'd be happy to spend the least amount of time there possible.
She frowned, noticing how Rachel was already melting a little when Finn smiled at her broadly and went to make hot chocolate. That moon-eyed look returned to her face. So much for the independent woman who kept insisting she didn't need fairytale romance anymore…
It was so easy to get Rachel to cave. The two of them were already getting on Santana's nerves.
"I haven't seen you guys around much lately," Finn commented as he melted some chocolate in a pot on the stove. "What have you guys been up to?"
"Well usually Santana's always with her ski instructor although they seemed to be on the outs for a while. They totally have a thing going on." Rachel remarked absently as her sister stood by the door awkwardly like a guard dog while the smaller girl took a seat on Finn's couch.
"I'm not…" Santana became flustered for a moment before yelling in embarrassment. Of course Rachel would have to be a blabbermouth as usual and expose everything about Santana's life just like she always had. The last thing she wanted was for her romantic life with her ski instructor to be exposed to the guy who was said ski instructor's friend. "Rachel!"
"Nothing new about that with Britt." Finn mumbled to no one in particular and shrugged, unsurprised. Santana's stormy black eyes flashed in irritation, offended at the implication.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means Brittany um… hooks up a lot," He said bluntly. "You're definitely not the first and I guess you won't be the last, knowing her."
"Huh? What do you mean by that?" Rachel blinked at him cluelessly.
"Just shut up, Rachel!" Santana growled as the shorter brunette winced at how loud her sister was being. So maybe the Brittany situation was kind of a sensitive topic for her… The darker girl whipped around and pointed at Finn threateningly as he sputtered at the two of them. "Whale Boy, don't you dare explain."
"You're so mean!" Rachel sobbed after Santana screamed at her.
Finn was at a loss of what to do, shrinking away as both girls began crying hysterically. This was a complete disaster and the last thing he wanted to deal with was two rich girl crybabies.
"Um… I'm gonna call your dad…"