A/N: Here's the next chapter, and the next one hopefully will be uploaded soon. This chapter was originally longer, but I cut it in half, so that's why I plan on not taking so long for the next upload.
Santana yawned as she walked down the hall with Quinn and Brittany. Despite how tired she was, she was excited for the day. It was the last football game of the year, which Rachel was going to, and Puck's party, which, again, Rachel was going to. Santana grinned as she realized she was going to be able to spend lot more time with Rachel than usual, if she was lucky.
However, the grin fell off her face when Becky stepped in front of the three Cheerios. They stopped abruptly and stared down at her. Santana had to fight an eye roll, whenever Becky approached the three of them they knew it was because of Sue.
"Santana, Coach wants to see you." Becky said and turned around and began walking back to Sue's office. Santana sighed, she had just gotten to school and Sue was already ordering her around.
"I'll catch you guys later." Quinn and Brittany nodded as they watched Santana go down the hall. Santana walked into Sue's office where Sue was in the middle of telling Becky something.
"Lopez, something's wrong, actually, something's been wrong but I thought sense would be knocked into that head of yours and you'd fix it."
"um, fix what?" Santana asked.
"Streisand is wearing my Cheerios jacket," Santana looked down at her sleeveless Cheerio top. She had completely forgotten Rachel still had her jacket, especially since she was thinking about the game and party all day.
"Oh, I'll fix it Coach, don't worry." Santana just really wanted to get out of there and didn't want any trouble for Rachel.
"I know you will, because she can't wear it, even if it is an improvement from what she usually wears over that hairy chest," Sue snickered and Santana clenched her fist angrily. She couldn't stand it when someone spoke badly of Rachel, and wouldn't be afraid to give them a black eye. Except it was Sue talking and she wasn't that dumb to hit Sue Sylvester. "Scram and get that jacket back, oh and make sure to disinfect it before you wear it." She waved her off with her hand and Santana angrily turned around and walked out of Sue's office. Walking down the hall, she saw Rachel at her locker, wearing the Cheerios jacket. Sighing, Santana walked to her and Rachel smiled up at her.
"Hello, Santana," Rachel noticed the look on her face and frowned. "What's wrong?"
"Huh?" Santana hadn't even noticed she was scowling and quickly gave Rachel a small smile instead. "No, it's fine, just Coach giving me some trouble." Rachel nodded and looked down, noticing that she was still wearing the Cheerios jacket. Her eyes widened in realization and she quickly took it off and held it out to Santana.
"It's because of me, isn't it?" Rachel asked and Santana quickly shook her head. "I'm sorry; I should have given it back sooner. It's my fault." Santana frowned and reached forward, past the jacket, and grabbed both of Rachel's hands.
"Don't worry about it; I doubt anything that could happen to me would be your fault." Santana had stepped closer, making Rachel drop the jacket, but neither of them noticed. Santana rubbed circles on the back of Rachel's hand unconsciously, and as she held them, she couldn't help but think that they felt perfect in her hands. Perfect and familiar. They silently stared at each other until a yell snapped their gaze away from each other and to its source.
In the hall, in front of them, was Karofsky. He was covered in slushy and the cup was on the ground. He wiped his face and glared at Puck, who was in front of him looking angry.
"What the hell man?" Karofsky yelled.
"I know what you were going to do, and I swear, if I catch you or any of the other guys trying that shit again…" Puck stepped forward threateningly and Karofsky did the same. They glared at each other and the hallway was quiet, waiting for who would punch first. Rachel watched and gripped Santana's hand; Santana gave a reassuring squeeze and continued rubbing the back of her hand with her thumb. Finally, Karofsky walked away, pushing Jacob Ben Israel into the locker as he did so, and Puck grinned. He walked to Rachel and Santana and everyone went back to what they were doing before. Puck looked at their joined hands with an amused look on his face and Santana quickly pulled her hands back.
"Noah, are you okay?" Puck shrugged and nodded. "What happened?"
"Karofsky was gonna slushy you two," Puck scowled as he thought about it. "I kinda tipped the cup back and he got pissed when it got all over him."
"Thought he was going to punch you for a second." Santana said and Puck grinned again.
"Nah, we got our game today, so he wouldn't risk it," Puck grabbed both Rachel and Santana's shoulders and looked at Santana. "So? You guys better cheer good." Santana rolled her eyes and shoved Puck's hand away.
"You guys better not suck, cuz I got nothing to worry about," Santana looked at Rachel and smirked. "I'm the fucking highlight of the game." She bent down and picked up her Cheerios jacket from the floor, and Puck didn't miss the way Rachel watched Santana bend down.
Santana stood back up and gave both of them a wave. As she walked away, Rachel watched the way her hips swayed and she unconsciously licked her lips. Puck stood next to Rachel as the shorter girl kept staring and grinned.
"You're staring." Rachel jumped and slammed her shoulder into the door of her locker, which was still open. She rubbed her shoulder and slammed it closed in frustration.
"I was not staring, merely looking." Rachel stated as she crossed her arms.
"Sure, but I know you're falling for Santana and you want to get under that skirt and-"
"Noah!" Rachel chastised and Puck raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, maybe I might like her a little bit more than I ever did before but," Rachel sighed and against her locker. "I doubt she returns the feeling."
"So you admit it? You love her." Rachel bit her lip and nodded.
"Yes, I've fallen in love with my childhood friend who has yet to realize it's me from our past standing in front of her now," Rachel groaned. "Story of my life." Puck leaned against the locker next to hers and stuffed his hands in his pockets.
"Bro, from one hot Jew to another, you got nothing to worry about. I've seen the way she looks at you, and I'm pretty sure she's falling for you just as hard." Rachel looked up at Puck and smiled at him.
"Really?" Puck nodded.
"Really."
Rachel was sitting on her bed, wondering what to do until the game started, when the bell rang. She frowned as she got up, she had just gotten home and wondered who was at the door. Opening it, she saw Puck at the door.
"Don't you have to be at school?" Rachel asked and Puck nodded.
"Yeah, I kinda snuck out, but I need to help a fellow bro." He walked past her and she closed the door.
"How?" Rachel asked as she followed Puck to her room. He immediately walked to her closet and she stood next to him.
"You're gonna look hot today, so no more of that," He pointed at Rachel, who was still wearing the Argyle sweaters and knee socks. Rachel looked down at her clothes, shrugging, as she let Puck pick her clothes. Finally, he pulled out pants, a button up shirt, and the sneakers Rachel usually didn't wear anymore. "Let's try these." Rachel nodded and turned to change, but stopped when she noticed Puck still in the room.
"Noah, I would really appreciate it if you let me change in private." Puck pouted a little bit but nodded and walked out of the room. Rachel laughed and shook her head, amused by his failed attempt to see her get undressed. When she was done, she stood in front of the mirror in her room and called Puck back in.
"Lookin good." Rachel fixed the rolled up sleeves of her button up and looked down at her jeans.
"It's not anything special though…" Puck turned Rachel around and started unbuttoning the top of her shirt until the beginning of her breast was seen. Rachel turned back to the mirror, the movement making the top of her shirt move down enough to show a little bit of her bra.
"Nice bra." Rachel turned back around and slapped Puck's arm.
"You can barely see it." Rachel grumbled.
"Sorry," Puck laughed and motioned towards her. "Santana's definitely gonna look there and she'll definitely stare. Well, I gotta go." He gave her a wave and quickly walked out of the house and to his car, speeding off to the school. Rachel looked at the mirror, hoping Puck's plan worked.
Rachel finally headed out to the game, luckily it wasn't as cold of a night as the others, so she didn't bother wearing a jacket. It was pretty early so she decided to walk, and when she arrived at the school and headed towards the football stands, there weren't many people. Only a few groups here and there chatting amongst themselves.
Rachel walked to the bottom bleachers and stood, looking at the Cheerios who were doing last minute practices. She watched as they formed the pyramid, and spotted Santana and Brittany, who were holding Quinn up. Santana spotted Rachel and noticed her shirt, or rather, the part of her chest that wasn't covered up. As she stared, she loosened her grip on Quinn and shifted a little, nearly making Quinn fall.
"The fuck, S?" Quinn snapped, looking down at Santana as best as she could. "Trying to kill me?"
"Sorry." Santana mumbled, too distracted by Rachel. Quinn looked up and followed Santana's gaze, grinning as she spotted Rachel.
"That is pathetic!" They heard Sue yell and all the girls immediately straightened up. Santana looked away from Rachel and focused on the cheer as they finished it off. Once they were done, Sue gave them a break and Santana ran to Rachel.
"Hey," Santana said, stopping in front of Rachel. "Glad you could make it." Santana looked at Rachel up and down, and stopped again where the buttons stopped and showed her lightly tan chest, and unconsciously licked her lips.
"I didn't want to miss your last game." Santana looked back up to Rachel and blushed. She laughed lightly and ran her hand through her ponytail.
"It's not my game; it's the football team's game."
"Well, I've always liked watching the cheerleaders more than the football players." Rachel smiled at Santana, who simply nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Sue called her back and Santana gave Rachel a wave as she ran back to the squad. Rachel sat back down on the bleachers, silently watching Santana as more students got to the bleachers. She was forced to look away when she saw someone step in front of her, blocking her view from Santana. She looked up annoyed, and saw Kurt looking at her with a shocked expression on his face. Rachel's annoyance went away and she stood up and smiled up at Kurt.
"Hello, Kurt, I didn't think you were going to be here." Kurt waved her off and looked up and down her body.
"I didn't think you ever dressed normal," Kurt put his hand to his chest and smiled at her. "I'm so proud you stopped dressing in Argyle." Kurt hugged her and Rachel blinked in surprise, but hugged him back anyway. The two sat next to each other and watched the game. Well, Kurt watched the game and cheered for Finn, but Rachel mostly watched Santana. Especially during the cheers. She paid attention to the game enough to know that McKinley was winning, and she gave Puck a thumbs up when he looked at her direction. Once the game ended, Puck ran up to Rachel and grinned, his chest still heaving up and down.
"How was the game?"
"It was great, congratulations on winning," She started to make the motion of hugging him, but he held out his hand and stopped her.
"I don't think you want my sweat on you." He said when she frowned. She laughed and nodded. Puck looked at Santana, who was talking with Brittany and Quinn.
"So, was it me that was great or," He raised his wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Santana?"
"Both." Rachel said, smiling at him before following his gaze and looking at Santana.
"Well, gotta go and get to my own party, see ya there." Puck ran to the locker rooms and Rachel walked to Santana. As she made her way over, she could see the other Cheerios look at her with disgust, and Rachel picked up her pace. Santana was facing away from her, talking with Brittany, and Quinn noticed her first.
"Hey, Rachel." Quinn waved and Santana and Brittany looked over.
"Hey Rachy." Brittany pulled Rachel into a hug and Santana smiled at her.
"Sup, Rachel, did you like the game?" Rachel and Brittany pulled apart, only for Santana to put her arm around Rachel's neck.
"You guys were great." Santana grinned at the compliment and playfully pulled Rachel closer.
"Ugh, I don't know why they hang out with that thing." One of the other Cheerios said her friend, glaring at Rachel in disgust, as they stood away from the four girls. Quinn, Brittany, and Santana all heard and Santana looked at Rachel worriedly as Quinn walked towards the girl.
"Her name's Rachel and she's our friend. I swear if I hear you say something like that again…" The two girls looked at Quinn fearfully and nodded. When Quinn turned around they ran towards the locker room and Quinn smiled evilly as she watched them run away.
"Thanks." Rachel mumbled and Quinn smiled kindly at Rachel.
"Can't fucking believe it," Santana muttered. "The slushies stopped but they still talk shit."
"We can't stop everyone from saying what they want." Quinn said and Santana sighed. She knew Quinn was right, but it still bothered her.
"It's fine," Rachel said. She knew most of the Cheerios would never accept her, and she knew Santana, Quinn, and Brittany were doing their best to make things better for her. "Really."
"Rachel," Santana said, making Rachel look at her. "If people try to bother you, tell me, okay?" Santana looked at Rachel intently and Rachel bit her lip. She looked away, only to find Brittany and Quinn looking at her.
"Yeah, we all got your back." Brittany said and Rachel looked at Quinn, who nodded in agreement at her. Look up at Santana, she nodded, and Santana relaxed.
"Well, I'm going to wait by your car." Rachel pulled herself out of Santana's arms and started walking to the parking lot. Brittany and Quinn walked towards the locker room and Quinn stopped when she noticed Santana still staring at Rachel. Quinn cleared her throat, making Santana jump and look back at a smirking Quinn. Santana scoffed and stomped past Quinn, ignoring the blond laughing behind her. All she was concentrating on now was Rachel and the party, and she had a feeling going to the party with Rachel was going end pretty well.