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Disclaimer: I do not own Glee :(
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You learn to like someone when you find out what makes them laugh, but you can never truly love someone until you find out what makes them cry.
-Anonymous
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"Yo, Berry! Open the door!"
What the hell, six in the morning?
"Go away Santana!"
"Berry, seriously, open the fucking door!" Santana shouted again.
She tried to ignore it and continue with her beauty sleep.
Not that I need it, but either way I am not going to open the door at six in the fucking morning.
"Hudson, you there? Can you wake that bitch up?"
Rachel groaned and got up. What was the point? Santana wasn't anywhere close to giving up.
Persistent bitch.
She flung the blanket from her body angrily and pulled on her reindeer bedroom slippers (she'd bought them to get in the Christmas spirit, not that she celebrated Christmas, she was Jewish, but either way, they were just so cute).
"Berry, I'm serious! If you don't open this fucking door right fucking now, I will fucking rip it off its fucking hinges! Fuck!" Santana shouted again.
Oh God, I'm gonna have so much trouble with the neighbors.
"I'm coming Santana! God, stop yelling would you? You'd better have a good explanation for all this, or I swear I will kill you!"
"Who's yelling now, huh?" came the smart-assed reply through the closed door.
She finally reached the door and swung it open, standing face to shoulders with her best friend.
"What is your problem?" she hissed. What in the name of God was wrong with people nowadays?
"Finally! Was it that hard to open that stupid door?"
"Yes, in fact, it was! Especially considering the fact that it's six in the morning!" she fired back.
"Oh, shut up Berry!"
"Why are you all defensive Santana? What's going on?" Rachel asks, suddenly worried. She lead her friend to the couch, and plopped down on it.
"Britt and I had a fight, and I walked out saying that maybe it was too early-"
"Yeah, it is too early," Rachel mutters playfully.
Santana rolled her eyes, but let out a small laugh, "As I was saying, that maybe it was too early in our relationship to be living together."
"What are you talking about? You knew Brittany before you started dating her."
"Yeah, but I mean… befriending someone isn't the same as dating, you know?"
"San, you and Britt are a match made in heaven, you shouldn't doubt that," Rachel pat her friends shoulder and gave her a one-armed hug.
"Thanks Rachel, but I just-"
"God, San! What is up with the excuses?"
"I want to move back in," she blurts out.
"Excuse… me?"
"Just… before you throw a diva-fit about how I left you, and you had to live with Finn Neanderthal Hudson, listen okay?"
She nods, motioning for the Latina to go on.
"I love you Rachel, not in the way I love Brittany of course, because whenever I am with her I just wanna rip off her clothes and do all kinds of freaky-"
"Santana!"
"Right. You're my best friend, and I am so sorry for leaving you and making you live with Finn, who is a very deep sleeper by the way, but I just… I feel like I am going to get tired of Britt by moving in with her, and I just don't want that to happen. What if I suck at the whole thing?"
"You do not suck at being a roommate San, and I'll have you know, you were great! If you feel like this about the move, you should be talking to Britt, not me."
"I know. Just let me stay for the day, until I'm cooled off and then I'll get back to Britt. I'll call to tell her I'm spending the day with you," she pleaded.
Rachel sighed. "Okay, fine, but if you don't mind, I'd like to sleep some more."
"Yeah sure, go ahead."
"See you in an hour, and you're cooking breakfast. Make sure the apartment smells like breakfast okay?"
"Why?"
"To wake Finn up of course."
"Oh, okay gotcha."
Rachel stood up and as she walked past Santana, her Latina friend gave her ass a nice smack. She threw an angry glare over her shoulder but only received a set of wriggling eyebrows in return.
She shook her head and giggled as she walked up to her room.
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She smelled waffles at exactly 10 o' clock, and decided to get up. When she arrived to the kitchen the same time Finn did, she was able to see his face look like a kid on Christmas morning.
"Waffles!" He shouted excitedly.
"Good morning to you too Finn," Rachel said with a laugh.
"Morning Rach," He walked up to her, forgetting about the waffles Santana made for a moment, and enveloped her in a big bear hug.
Santana cleared her throat, and raised her brows, "Okay, what did I miss? When did you guys get all affectionate?"
Rachel glared at her, "We're just friends San."
Finn however, was too distracted to follow the conversation. He just stood there drooling at the thought of eating waffles, "Can we please eat now?"
The two girls laughed at his childish behavior, and sat down, Santana getting their plates filled up.
"So, I heard you punched Puckerman."
"Santana!"
"What?" Santana had the decency to look abashed. "I just wanna know if it's true! Apparently they were fighting over one miss Rachel Berry?"
"He just… he disrespects girls, and I was taught that they're our equals," Finn started, rubbing his neck nervously.
"Do you like Rachel?" Santana asked bluntly. She played around with her pancake, not really paying attention to what any of them were saying. She really had troubles with Brittany.
"Santana, that's enough!" Rachel yelled.
"Rachel is-"
"Don't answer that Finn!"
"No, Rachel, I was about to tell her that you're an awesome person."
"Aww, Finn, that's so sweet…"
"Well, it's the truth."
"Gross…"
"Santana seriously."
"You guys sound like a couple. When's the wedding?"
"Santana, for fuck's sake, shut up," Finn said as politely as possible.
"Oh, look at the giant, sticking up for his hobbit."
"Weren't you supposed to be my best friend?"
"Rachel, you know I'm just kidding. So when can I move back in?"
"… What?" Rachel said while Finn choked on his waffle.
"Yeah, I thought you couldn't wait till I got back?" Santana said while taking another bite of her waffle.
"Santana, just go and talk to Brittany. Work this thing out okay? You can't move back in."
"Why not? I thought you couldn't wait to get the buffoon out of here."
"Hello, guys, I'm sitting right here," Finn said quietly while waving his hand meekly.
"Shut up. This isn't about you right now," Rachel snapped, still focusing her attention back on Santana.
"Sorry," Finn muttered, getting back to his waffles, not at all bothered.
"Because, I can't throw Finn out," she murmured, barely understandable. Finn gave her a grateful smile, which she returned.
Santana felt herself getting a bit desperate. "What's going on here? A week ago, you guys hated each others guts, and now you look like you're in love!"
"San, it's nothing like that! Remember that you said I should give him a chance? Well… I did."
Karma is a fucking bitch.
"Why? You're usually as stubborn as an ass," she snapped.
"I find that very offensive. If you have troubles in your household, you don't have to work that out on me!" Rachel put her hands on her hips, and glared at the Latina.
"You know what, I'll just find somewhere else to live. I didn't like it here, and you know why? You're a control-freak and you always preach! One day it's about me and Britt getting our mack on on the couch, the next its about your diet, then you always talk about Broadway, and last but not least, what's up with the stupid cat sweaters?"
Rachel just sat there for a moment, looking at her supposedly best friend. She didn't want to cry in front of Finn, so she got up and ran towards her room. She slammed the door shut and started to sob.
She ignored the shouting in the kitchen and the fact that Finn threw Santana out, using the words that's for hurting her, bitch.
A few seconds later she heard a soft knock on her door followed by a voice calling for her.
"Rachel, don't be mad okay, I am going to come in," she smiled a little, thinking of the memory he just caused her to remember. She couldn't believe she'd been such a bitch to him.
She saw him standing there, looking at her with a sympathetic look on his face.
"Oh no, no Rachel… Don't cry." He moved towards the small brunette lying on her bed. Not sure what he should do, he decided to just hold her. So he took her small figure in his arms, ignoring the stupid butterflies in his stomach. She snuggled closer to him, and he just thought about how he wanted to do this forever. Time didn't matter for a while; how comfortable she felt in his arms.
"Do you think I am a control-freak?" She asked quietly.
"Well, yeah, kinda but just you're an awesome person Rachel." He told her nervously, giving her a little squeeze.
She smiled up at the tall boy.
I've really started to take a liking to him.
"You're like my name," He decided after a moment of thinking.
She looks up at him, confusion written across her face. "What do you mean I'm like your name?"
"Well, you're unique."
She lets it sink in for a second. She really, really likes Finn right now.
"Thank you Finn," she whispered.
"For what? I'm only telling you the truth."
"Well, then thank you for telling me the truth, and letting me forget about Santana for a moment," she said, snuggling a little bit closer in his chest.
"You're welcome Rach."
"I really like that name, no one else calls me like that, and it's unique too."
"Yeah, it is."
They close their eyes for a moment, just enjoying the silence.
"Hey… What's your favorite Disney princess?" Finn asked abruptly, moving around a bit.
She giggled at the random question. "Umm, Ariel I guess. Why?"
"Well, because I was thinking if you were a Disney princess, who would you be? I was thinking maybe Cinderella, but you're right, Ariel is a better one," He said while trying to get comfortable again.
"Why would that be Mister Dinosaur?" She asked playfully.
"Well, Ariel is pretty." Her cheeks turned a shade of red, "Not that Cinderella isn't too, but Ariel's a passionate person because she went after her dreams, and she has a very pretty voice."
"Y-you think about me that way?" Rachel asked, surprised.
Finn nodded his head energetically, "Yeah, the first time I heard you sing, I knew you were special and very, very talented. But when you talked, I thought you were actually pretty crazy, because you didn't even really give me a chance." He gave her a half-smile, drowning in the memory of their little discussions.
"But its different now, right?" She asked worriedly, looking at him with misty brown eyes.
He smiled and nodded, holding her a little tighter, trying to show her that she really was an amazing person. He started to play with her hair absentmindedly. They were just comfortable with it all.
"Hey, Rach?" Finn asked her a minute later.
"Yes Finny?" She answered in a playful tone. She looked up at him, to see his reaction to the nickname, and when she saw his adorable dimples forming, she giggled.
"That's a cute name, my mom calls me that," he told her smilingly.
She laughed. "What did you want to say?" She asked while moving around in his arms a bit. She really liked the way her petite figure fit so perfectly into his tall one.
"Thanks for earlier," He muttered, looking her straight in the eyes.
"You're welcome."
"Do y-you regret standing up for me?" He whispered, barely loud enough for her to hear.
"No! Absolutely not!" She reassured him. She really didn't regret anything about it. It was just… Santana was her best friend, and she was mad because she chose Finn over her. She didn't regret it. She was just confused. "I'm just a bit…"
"Confused?" he finished her sentence.
She nodded, not wanting to talk about it anymore.
"But, I'll let you know. I wouldn't mind if you chose her over me," He said brokenly.
"Why's that?" She asked him, suddenly removing herself from his hold.
"Well, she's your best friend, and I am just this guy. The guy that entered your life because…" He sat up and looked around desperately. He couldn't find the words he was looking for. The little brunette then put her hands on his shoulders, trying to relax him.
"Hey, Finn. Don't blame yourself, okay? Santana's having some problems with Brittany, and when she's upset she can say pretty harsh stuff. I can't tell you her words didn't hurt," Finn nods sadly. "But, I'll let you know that it will all be okay."
"Do you believe in destiny Rach?" Finn asks unexpectedly.
By then, Rachel was used to the abrupt changes of subject and random questions from the goofy, adorable giant, so she was able to answer without stammering. "Kind of. I do believe that destiny brought me out here, to New York. You?"
"I do too, I believe destiny gave me a chance to meet you."
The moment the words leave his mouth, Rachel's heart skipped a few beats.
"Destiny gave me chance to hear you sing." He wanted to tell her that her voice made him believe in angels, and that he saw her way differently than just any other girl.
She was perfect in his eyes.
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