Rescue Me, Love Me, Mr Hudson
Chapter Nine
Rachel froze, had she just heard that correctly? She really wished that her ears were playing tricks on her. Rachel bit her lip and before she said anything, Santana had tried to slip away, trying to avoid the conversation that she knew was about to commence. Rachel, in a state of shock, didn't try and stop her from going. Santana was in love with her, just thinking about it all made her feel numb. Still speechless, Rachel walked to her car, and sat in it. She seemed very much in a trance, everything else was oblivious to her, her mind concentrating on Santana's feelings for her.
Santana was hiding in the girl's bathroom, very nearly in tears because of her impulsive confession. She gripped the basin, pressing her forehead against the mirror.
"You stupid, stupid girl!" She insulted herself, slamming her palms against the edge of the basin. She winced at the pain. Rachel would never talk to her again, she'd taken away the person that made her happy and then told her she loved her. Today was definitely not Santana Lopez's day. Aiming to fix things, Santana went to find the one person who would help her, without asking too many questions.
"Coach Sylvester?" Santana said, sheepishly as she entered her office. Sue looked up from her sports magazine, and removed her glasses in an over exaggerated manner.
"Santana, how can I help you?" Sue placed her magazine on her desk, and stood up. she was always happy to help her cheerio's in a time of need. Santana sat in the chair, and exhaled, trying to remain cool.
"Are you able to obtain Mr Hudson's personal cell phone number?" Santana asked quickly, but clearly. Sue wondered why a student, who didn't take Spanish, nor liked this said resigned teacher, would want his personal cell phone number. Sue wet her lips with her tongue and pressed her fingertips against the desk , leaning forward towards Santana.
"Why would you want something like that?" Sue asked, raising her eyebrows at Santana, curious.
Santana didn't break under pressure like all the other Cheerio's would, Santana had emotional strength with Sue admired.
" I can't disclose that information, Coach Sylvester." Santana said firmly, crossing her arms against her chest. Sue nodded, before pulling out a book from her desk drawer. She flicked through the pages, before tearing one out, she passed it to Santana.
"there's no evidence to say that I gave this to you." Sue said, before Santana took it. Santana nodded, folded the piece of paper up and held it tight in her hand.
Santana was unsure about contacting Finn, what if he wouldn't come and see Rachel, what if he was going to stay away for good, like she had told him to. Nervously she dialled his phone number, and pressed the cell phone to her ear. She slumped against the lockers, waiting. It seemed like forever until he picked up the phone, when he did, Santana sighed with relief.
"Hello?" His voice seemed weird, like he'd been crying, or been sleeping, one of the two.
"Finn? It's Santana, where are you?" She asked, trying to be nice, but it came out blunt, vicious. She couldn't control herself sometimes.
She heard Finn swallow in some sort of panic, like he thought he was in trouble or something. It was strange, and Santana couldn't pin point it.
"I'm in California." Finn responded, quickly, honestly. Santana nodded, he was far away, and he'd done as she had told him to, which in a way she was happy about. She clicked her tongue against her teeth, unsure what to say now.
"What is this about Santana?" Finn said firmly, authority oozed out of his voice, she could tell why Rachel had taken a liking to him.
"Either come back and see Rachel, or tell me where you are and I will send Rachel to you." Santana gave him the option, she would have preferred him to pick the second one, so that she didn't have to witness the emotional reunion of student and teacher, she just couldn't witness that, it would kill her.
"I'll send you the address tomorrow night, after graduation." Finn said, Santana sighed in relief; she just had to get Rachel through the whole graduation ceremony tomorrow without freaking out, or having a breakdown.
"She misses you." That was the last thing that Santana said before cutting off the call, as students piled out of their lessons into the hallway at the end of the day. Happy with what she had done, that she was attempting to fix things, Santana drove home, and prepared herself from graduation. At half six there was a knock at the door, Santana, confused, answered the door. Rachel was stood on the doorstep with a bag, and her graduation gown in her arm.
"We organised that I stay here tonight, so we'd go the graduation together." Rachel reminded Santana. Santana let Rachel in, finally remembering their plan. This moment was awkward, and tense, and neither of them liked it.
"I called him," Santana whispered, wringing her wrists as she sat on her bed, while Rachel got changed into the pajamas.
Rachel pulled on her over sized night shirt and quickly span around, her eyes wide. Santana flinched, waiting for her to hit her.
"You did what?" Rachel whispered.
"I saw how upset you were, and I know you'd never be with me, so I tried making things right, he's in California, and he's going to tell me specifically where after graduation, when whatever you two do from that point on will be legal." Santana still couldn't look at Rachel. Suddenly the weight shifted on the bed, and Rachel made Santana look at her.
"You don't know anything," Rachel whispered, pressing her forehead against hers.
Santana suddenly froze, what was she talking about?
A/N: I know I'm a tease.., sorry.