After a few days, Santana was finally allowed to go home. "Ugh. Finally I'm out of that hell hole." Santana reclined her seat in the car back. "I'm glad you get to finally come home. I missed you a lot." Santana reached over and took her hand, squeezing it gently. "I love you so much. I don't understand why you're so nice to me. Hell, I don't even know why you're dating me. I've made your life a living hell in high school." Santana told her. "People change." Was all Rachel replied. Santana looked at her girlfriend curiously. "But not like this. Usually when people were enemies, they try to be friends first. They don't date the person who made their lives fucking terrible." Rachel pulled the car over and took Santana's hands in her own. "Santana stop beating yourself up for what you've done to me in the past. It's the past. I'm over it. I'm a forgiving person. I know you have done some horrendous things to me, but I forgive you. I always see the good in people. The past is gone, just think about the present. We're together. It was love at first sight. Well, more like love when reunited, but you know what I mean. We've found something we didn't realize in the past. Just cherish each moment we have together now. After your accident, I realized anything can happen. Cherish each second we spend together, because you don't know when this may end. Now I'm not saying we will eventually lose each other. I love you." Santana was crying now. Rachel reached up and gently wiped Santana's tears away with the pad of her thumb. "I love you so much, Rachel." The brunette pressed her lips against the former cheerios. It was a soft kiss, yet it was full of love and passion.
The next few days have gone by fast. Santana was back on her feet and back at work. Rachel would come home stressed from rehearsals every night to see her girlfriend making her dinner, or on the couch waiting to cuddle with her. It's moments like this that make Rachel's heart flutter. She can't believe how different Santana is. Whenever she mentions this all Santana says is, "If high school me saw how whipped I am for you, she'd fucking beat my ass." The latina knew she was whipped, though she'd never admit it to other people.
One day, Rachel was driving home from a long stressful rehearsal. So many things have gone wrong. All she wanted to do was go home and take a nice hot bath with her lover. Once she arrived home, she walked in expecting to be greeted by her loving girlfriend. Instead, she found a quiet apartment. "Santana?" Rachel yelled. No response. The tiny brunette went through every room trying to find Santana. She was not in the bedroom, the kitchen, the bathroom, the spare room, not even the living room. Then, Rachel heard something coming from her music studio.
A million years she'd been awake
A million years she prayed
She knew that sound anywhere. It was Santana singing. She missed hearing her sing. As much as Rachel hated to admit it, her girlfriend was just as talented as she is.
Rachel walks in quietly, being careful not to disturb her girlfriend. 'Who knew Santana could play guitar?' She thought.
For one familiar soul to help her navigate her way
She stood agog at the spray of stars
And thought aloud each day
Rachel was listening intently. Santana had a gift. 'She should just find a job where she could perform. Maybe then she wouldn't come home complaining about her job all the time.' Rachel thought. Suddenly Rachel thought of a great idea.
I've been here so long
Holding on, but
Somehow I know
I can't be on this planet alone
And one waits
One waits for me
'All I need to do is get her to sing someplace other, than in the privacy of our apartment. Not to mention in front of other people, not by herself.' She wasn't sure how, but she'll figure it out. She was broken out of her thoughts when she noticed the music stopped. She saw Santana looking at her, blushing. "That was beautiful Santana. You're really talented, you know." Rachel smiled as she wrapped her arms around her middle. Santana blushed deeply. "Thank you baby, but I'm not as talented as you are." Santana looked down. "But you are, Santana. Maybe you should find a job performing. You'd be a great performer!" The former cheerio wrapped her arms around the shorter girl's waist. "You know, your enthusiasm really sickens me sometimes." "You like it." They shared a soft kiss before Rachel pulled away. "What was that song you were playing?" Rachel asked her. "Sing more of it for me." She smiled widely and went to get the guitar for Santana to continue. Santana happily obliged and continued the song.
One waits
One waits for me
One waits
One waits for me
One will wait for me
And time's the only lonely curtain in between
Santana looked into Rachel's eyes as she sang.
And you could be a lion
Or a buzzard or a bee
However soft your symphony
I'll know you sing for me
You too wandered the island
With a strange name in your throat
And when you come home
I won't let you go
The two girls haven't taken their eyes off of each other. The way they're looking at each other shows true love.
Somehow I know
I can't be on this planet alone
And one waits
One waits for me
One waits
One waits for me
One waits
One will wait for me
And time's the only lonely curtain in between
Come out, Come on out
Wherever you are
She dragged out the last note. Rachel made her way over to her girlfriend and kissed her deeply. "I've never been so in love in my life." Rachel mumbled against her lips. "I love you so much, Rachel." They shared a long passionate kiss. Once they separated to catch their breath, Rachel looks at her. "We need to find you an audition. You're going to audition for a show or a talent agent whether you like it or not." With that, Rachel ran from the room to start searching for some auditions. "Oh how I've missed her craziness." Santana said with a chuckle. "I heard that!" Rachel yelled. The former cheerio smiled and laughed. "You were supposed to!" she yelled back as she followed her girlfriend. She had to make sure she doesn't have Santana audition for anything stupid.
A/N: Sorry for not updating for a while. School, Dance Team, and Dance Classes have me extremely busy.
A/N2: The song is "A Million Years" by Charlene Kaye