Santana was fidgeting with her keys as she climbed up the stairs to the loft. She knew Kurt would not be home for a couple of hours, so maybe she would finally be able to speak to Rachel. Alone. She stood before the door. She couldn't keep avoiding confronting the Jewish girl anymore, she was done throwing obvious pregnancy innuendos and having Rachel just ignore them. She had to do this.
She unlocks the door and goes inside.
"Okay..." The Latina sees her roommate with a cup of tea between her hands, staring with a distant look at the wall. Just great. "New York may be disgusting, especially when it's covered in gray, nasty snow," Just act natural. She kept talking.
"And the people may be horrible and rude, and some smelly homeless man in pee-stained tighty-whities may have groped me on the subway," She pauses for a second to put her bag on the table and unwind her scarf.
"And then asked me for a dollar" She open her arms as she makes her way to the couch Rachel was sitting. "But I gots to say I finally feel like I have found my people." Santana says with a small smirk on her face.
"Glad that you found your corner of the sky, Santana." Rachel deadpans, without even bothering to take her eyes off her cup.
Santana feels like rolling her eyes. She was trying to be nice here! That was why she always preferred being a bitch.
"Where are the Hardy Boys, investigating the mystery of; 'God, could you me any more annoying?'"
"Kurt and Adam are at Nyada." Rachel states with a small voice that makes Santana feel weird inside. Was she getting soft? Oh hells no! Quick, a drug dealer reference!
"And Pablo Escobar? Did he ever come home?"
"Brody-" She finally glances at Santana. "is in the shower."
"Where he will be for the next hour, scrubbing the drug shame off of his frictionless body."
Rachel puts her mug down and finally looks directly to the other girl. Santana could see her eyes were watery and maybe even a little bit swelled, but she could just be seeing what she feared to see.
"For the hundredth time, okay? If you keep making fun of Brody-"
"I'm not" Santana quickly interrupts. "I mean, I am. Just not now." She adds simply.
They both fall silent for a minute and Santana sighs. She couldn't help thinking about a certain blonde in New Haven that had always been better with people than she was. She would've known exactly what to say and do, while right now, all Santana wanted was to get up and get the fuck out of the apartment.
Hell, she had to do this. She checks the bathroom door, still closed.
"Okay, look, now that we're alone I want to talk to you about what I found in your bathroom trash can." All the time, she is gazing at Rachel, but the other girl shows no emotions.
"Underneath the wadded-up tissue paper, the used cotton swabs and the soiled acne wipes." She rushes her words, feeling breathless by the end of her sentence.
"An item which, unless Lady's Hummel's actually been a lady all these years…" Santana pauses for a moment and suppresses a gulp. "…could have only be yours."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Rachel looks into the other girl's eyes, trying to sound confident, but her broken, small voice gave her away.
"Rachel… You're really not gonna tell me about the stick?" She says as naturally as she can, but barely succeeding in pronouncing the last word.
Instantaneously, Rachel's face falls.
"You-You had no right!" She desperately tries to bite back her tears, but to no avail, she could already feel the water threatening to stream down her face from the corner of her eyes. A speech was the last thing she needed.
"Rachel, I'm your friend, you can trust me. Just tell me what's going on."
Rachel's face just fell. She held her head in her hands and let out a sob that she had been holding for weeks. She hadn't let herself feel anything about it yet. Because that would mean it was all real.
Santana quickly pulls Rachel into a hug - with that reaction, she doesn't need any words.
"Oh God…" The Latina gently rubs Rachel's back, in a desperate attempt to console her friend. "It's gonna be okay."
"It's gonna be okay." She keeps repeating that, not sure if it was meant for the girl crying on her shoulder or for herself. She could feel her own eyes tearing up and the humidity on the area between her neck and shoulder wasn't helping her keep a well-balanced state of mind.
She just holds the smaller girl in her arms for what feels like a half-hour, but only a few minutes have passed. Rachel suddenly sits straight again and tries to wipe her tears with the back of her hands. "Oh my God… Brody is going to be out any minute." She says with a notably high pitch.
"Rachel, look at me." Santana puts a reassuring hand on one of Rachel's knees. "Right now, real-size Ken doll is the least of your worries." She tries to offer her a smile.
She gets up, walks to the bathroom and slams on the door a couple of times. She opens the door halfway and says.
"Hey, naturally-botoxed-face! I'm going out and taking Lars here with me, so just behave 'till Kurt comes back."
"But Rachel and I had plans for tonight!" Brody shouts from the shower, rubbing the water off of his eyes. Santana steals a quick glance of Brody's wet body. She was as lesbian as lesbian could get, but she had to admit he was hot as hell.
"Yeah, whatevs, we're leaving." She shuts the door and turns around, to see Rachel gaping at her, her eyebrows knit together.
"Okay, Rach, let's go."
"What… What was that?" She manages to put a sentence together.
"Let's just get outta here and find somewhere else to talk, okay?"
"Okay."
A/N: Hey guys! Thank you all so much for the reviews and I'm really sorry it took me so, so long to update. I just couldn't decide on the plot.
This chapter was basically a scene from 4x15, so yeah... I hope you can still enjoy it.
And yes, this is still a Quinntana fic, I just HAD to do this scene. Quinn will probably be back on the next chapter and I already got most of it down... So it will be posted soon... Hopefully.
Please don't stop reading! :)