A/N: Sorry for the lack of update but again real life got in the way. Thank you for keeping up with the story and for the reviews, alerts etc it means a lot to me, don't worry the angst will be over with soon. I had enough of it already between them on T.V. You know what to do and thanks again. Oh if you want you can follow me on Twitter ReinadeMariposa.
Santana woke up aware of two things, the sun was entirely too bright and that she wasn't alone Rachel was pressed up against her the night before came rushing back to her. Rachel and Quinn had broken up because the blonde could not get over her. The Latina did not understand why Rachel came crying to her instead of someone else, maybe it was something not meant for her to understand, they have never really been friends. She also couldn't understand why run to the very person your girlfriend is attracted to or still have a thing for. Her mind drifted to Brittany she really cares for her on a deeper level than she rather not admit and seeing her in a crying mess apologizing to her didn't help. All she wanted to do was take the blonde in her arms and comfort her, but she was too hurt to even do that, it was a fucked up situation for everyone involved. Rachel started to stir brown eyes met brown eyes and the smaller brunette plopped her head back on Santana's shoulder with a small groan.
"Please tell me that me that this is a dream or I'm at least in a twilight zone." Rachel mumbled under her breath, unaware that Santana heard her.
Santana rolled her eyes, "As much as I would love for this to be a dream or a nightmare, it's not. Do you remember anything that happened last night?" She asked annoyed, but also curious as to why the brunette has not moved from on top of her.
"Quinn and I broke up because of her still lingering feelings over you and some other things that have been boiling between us. It's not your fault that we broke up and I don't hate you or have any bad feelings toward you because I know you are over her." She answered, still not lifting her head from Santana's shoulder.
The Latina shook her head at this, "Nice way to compliment me for not ruining your relationship and realizing that it's your girlfriend at fault and not mine. I have better things to do than to mess up your relationship with Quinn or be bothered with it for that matter. The time apart will do you some good for both of you to get your shit together and be all in each other's faces again. Be happy that she wasn't getting her make out on with Naya Rivera in the V.I.P section." She spat that last part out like it was the worst thing ever in her mouth.
Rachel softened a little bit, "Santana, what Brittany did was wrong no matter what her reason behind it was. You care a great deal about her and she is over the moon for you, which I kind of understand why because you are beautiful even if you can be a bitch." She replied.
"Wow thanks dwarf, you complimented me and insulted me in the same sentence. You are just giving me a reason to throw you out of my apartment on your ass." Santana retorted letting go of the smaller brunette.
Rachel looked up at Santana her brown eyes apologetic, "I'm sorry Santana, I am really appreciative of you listening to me cry and rant about Quinn. We are both hurting and going through some things and instead of fighting we should be helping each other. I know we have had a problematic relationship at best from the first time we met until well now, hopefully we can be friends or maybe bond over our respective situations."
Santana looked down at her brown eyes meeting brown, "I accept your apology, but I wouldn't go as far as saying friends." Rachel's face fell at hearing that, but Santana amended, "But we can possibly build a friendship while bonding over our situations. That doesn't mean that I am going to be watching musicals and going to Broadway shows with you all the time, but we can start with breakfast."
The smaller brunette smiled and got up off of the taller woman, "I like the sound of that! I will fix us breakfast; do you have anything for vegans?" She asked making her way to the kitchen.
Santana sat up, "Yes, I have a lot of things from Morning Star Farms and all that other stuff knock yourself out." She called into the kitchen.
Rachel opened up the freezer and pulled out some sausage and bacon and began moving around the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the two of them. She was still a little hurt and upset about the whole Quinn situation, but she figured a little time a part from each other would be better for the both of them in the long run. She was surprised at how well she was able to move around the heiress' kitchen, it was so spacious and had counter space for days. Santana used this reprieve to her advantage and went upstairs to freshen up and do her morning routine, anything to keep her busy and not giving her time to think about a certain blonde kissing her doppelgänger. She made her way downstairs after freshening up and saw that Rachel had already finished cooking and everything was already on the table, the Latina was impressed at what she saw.
"Looks good Rachel, but are we feeding an army?" She asked jokingly.
Rachel snickered, "If you count as an army, then yes. Now sit down and eat before it gets cold." She pointed to one of the chairs at the table.
Santana didn't have to be told twice as she sat down in a chair and Rachel took a chair across from her. They began to fix their plates an started eating and making small talk about everyday things and life in general. The conversation was interrupted when Rachel's phone rang, she got up from the table and looked at the caller I.D and saw Quinn's name pop up. She wanted to ignore her but she really wanted to hear her voice.
"Hello? What do you want Quinn?" She asked looking at Santana.
"Look I know things aren't good with us right now, but are you with Santana?" She whispered into the phone, not wanting to wake up a sleeping Brittany.
Rachel turned away from Santana, "Yes I am what difference does that make to you?" She asked trying to remain calm.
Quinn sighed softly, "Don't let Santana see the New York Post." The blonde warned a little too cryptically.
The brunette held up her finger to Santana, "I'll be right back." She left the room leaving a curious Latina behind.
"May I ask why? I mean it's just a newspaper."
"Listen Rachel there is a front page picture of Brittany and Naya getting their make out on. Apparently there were crazy paparazzi in there and they captured it. Intercept the paper, do what you have to do but don't let her see it." Quinn hung up the phone.
Rachel put her phone back in her bag and headed back to the kitchen where Santana was just about finished eating. She had to figure out a way to keep the brunette from reading the paper this morning, or find out if she even reads he paper. She sat back down at the table and began eating her food not bothering to look at a Santana.
"Is everything alright? You seem kind of bothered?" Santana asked, taking a sip of her orange juice.
"Uh yeah Santana everything is alright, that was Quinn she wanted to make sure that I was somewhere safe." She answered not looking up to meet Santana's gaze. "Do you subscribe to the New York Post or do you even read it?" She asked finally looking at the Latina.
Santana cocked an eyebrow, "I get the paper everyday delivered to my door. Why do you ask?" She looked at Rachel confused as to why she would ask that.
The diva bit her lip, "Just wanted to know, just trying to make conversation that's all. I mean we are trying to become friends right so it's important to find out if we have similar interests or things in common. Which you know might be kind of difficult because you are closed off and stuff, so I am trying to find a little bit of common ground between us. I read the New York Post, I especially love Page Six." She gave a long winded response.
The taller brunette just shook her head at this, Rachel always had a lot to say so that was nothing new sometimes she wondered how she could understand the words that are coming out of her mouth. One thing was for sure the smaller brunette loved to talk. Santana finished her breakfast and got up to put her plate in the sink then sat back down at the table with Rachel.
"I hate to eat and run, but part of my morning routine is to go for a jog. You can stay here for as long as you like, there are towels and new toothbrushes in the guest bathroom which is down here second door to your left and in the guest room there are clothes and stuff in there. You know just in case you want to take a shower and freshen up and if you decide to leave, just make sure that you lock up after yourself." She went to the hall closet and pulled out her Nike Cross Trainers and put them on her feet tying them tightly so they won't come undone while she runs.
Rachel just smiled, "Thanks again Santana, I really appreciate it."
Santana just smirked and went out the door hoping that the run will keep her thoughts off of Brittany. For some reason the blonde had gotten under her skin far more than anyone else that she was talking to, but she realized that Brittany is different from the rest. The few days that she had spent with her was the most amazing days of her life, she had never laughed and felt so carefree in a long time, a side of her that she kept hidden from the world. The elevator stopped bringing her thoughts to an end; she made her way off the elevator and past the concierge at the front desk and pushed open the doors, stepping out into the busy city. With a small sigh she put in her ear buds and turned up the music as she ran the familiar path to the park.
Brittany woke up to an empty bed confused, normally when her and Quinn fell asleep together, they usually woke up together. Today was different though; she got out of bed and made her way out of her room and to the kitchen, where she saw Quinn sitting at the bar with a blank expression on her face. Brittany knew that the smaller blonde had been broken up about Rachel ending things with her, but she guessed this was the aftermath of it.
"Morning Quinn, deep thoughts?" She asked, as she walked further into the kitchen.
Quinn looked up, "Not really, just going over last night's events." She replied a little dejectedly.
The blonde was still trying to process everything that went down last night between her and Rachel, she tried to make sense of where the diva was coming from but it was kind of hard. Sure they were having problems like any other couples but Rachel didn't care about any of it just the Santana of it all. She chuckled to herself at the last thought, it reminded her of Finn when he and Rachel were fighting about him sleeping with Santana. For her it always came back to Santana and that fateful day when they met in middle school, their friendship had been love/hate and then that hate turned into sex lots and lots of sex, then feelings got involved and it became very complicated.
"Earth to Quinn." Brittany said, waving her hand in front of her friends face.
Quinn shook her head, "Yeah, I'm here." She smiled.
Brittany quirked her eyebrow, "I've been talking to you for the last five minutes and you were zoned out. I asked if you had this morning's paper."
The blonde shook her head, "It's on the table, but before you read it Brittany I should probably tell you something." She watched as the blonde made her way to the table and picked it up.
"Oh my God me and Naya are on the front page! Santana is going to have a goat." She exclaimed as she put the paper back down on the table.
Quinn sighed, "It's have a cow Brittany, not a goat. I made sure that Santana didn't see it, I had Rachel run interference."
The dancer turned to Quinn, "How could Santana have a cow when they are so big? A goat would be better because it's smaller." Realization finally dawned on Brittany, "Did you just say Rachel? She's with Santana?" She questioned the smaller blonde.
"Yeah, that's where Rachel went last night." She said offhandedly.
Brittany looked confused as to why Rachel would go to Santana if she was the reason why Quinn and her were not together anymore. From what she saw of both brunettes' they didn't exactly have a friendship more like a tolerance for each other.
"But I thought that they couldn't stand each other."
Quinn shook her head, "No they tolerate each other to an extent. Besides I always thought that Santana had a little crush on Rachel back in high school, especially with all the insults she would throw her way." She shrugged her shoulders.
"I don't care about that; right now I need to know how to fix things with Santana." Brittany looked at the clock and saw what time it was, "Quinn, it's almost 9 we have to get our butts in gear if we're going to make it to the studio in time."
"Oh crap!" She hopped off the stool, "Worry about fixing things with Santana later, we need to get dressed and out the door like yesterday." Both girls ran to their respective rooms to prepare for their day.
Santana had just finished her jog around the park when she took a seat on and empty bench. She saw that there was a paper on the bench next to her she picked it up and flipped it over to the front, her mouth dropped open in surprise. The first thing she was a picture of Brittany and Naya engaged in a kiss with the caption "NAYA RIVERA AND BRITTANY PIERCE ARE THE NEW IT COUPLE." The brunette got up from the bench and threw the paper in the nearest trashcan, as she did that her phone had rang and the name flashing across the screen was Brittany's. She hesitated for a moment; debating on if she should answer it or ignore it eventually she ignored it and let it go to voicemail. The last thing she wanted to do was talk to the blonde at the moment especially with the mood she was in, it wasn't worth it.
"Fuck it." She said to herself and began running out of the park.