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Chapter 5: Friends Maybe?
Santana woke up with a small jump to the blaring sound of her alarm clock. "Fuck!" she moaned in annoyance and rolled over, lazily slapping the snooze button. If there was anything she hated, it was Monday mornings. Reluctantly, she forced herself out of bed and to the bathroom. As she waited for the water to heat up, she brushed her teeth as her mind flashed back to the events yesterday. "Fucking Hell" she muttered once she realized that she and Rachel shared nearly every class today.
She spat out the foamy residue and rinsed with some mouthwash before stepping into the shower. Slowly, the world faded away as the warm water ran down her body, washing away her fears. Fifteen minutes later she emerged from the bathroom clean, wide awake and ready to tackle the day. Rather than her usual Cheerios ensemble, she settled for a pair of black skinny jeans, a blue and black button-down shirt, black knee-high boots and her brown Ray-Ban aviators. She wore her hair down in soft curls and natural looking makeup. Giving herself a quick once over in the mirror, Santana headed downstairs to find her father in the kitchen making breakfast.
"Morning papi" Santana says, shock written all over her face.
"Good morning mija, are you ready for school?" Dr. Lopez asks his daughter, before leaning in and kissing her head.
"Uh huh" she mutters.
"Um papi...what are you doing" Santana asks, still clearly confused.
"What does it look like I'm doing mija? I'm making pancakes."
Santana turns to him wide-eyed, staring at him for a very long time. Finally she said in contempt, "But you can't even cook!"
Dr. Lopez stopped and looked at his daughter, "Can't cook? Well then, how do you think I survived before I married your mother?"
"Abuela" she replied matter-of-factly.
"Haha, very funny" Dr. Lopez replied sarcastically. "Just get the syrup from the fridge"
Santana chuckles lightly before retrieving the syrup.
The pair ate their breakfast in a comfortable silence. Santana looked at the clock and saw that it was already quarter past eight. She hurried to finish the rest of her breakfast. She then grabbed her bag and gave her father a quick kiss on the cheek and left.
"Have a great day kiddo" Dr. Lopez shouted after her.
- 30 minutes later -
Santana strode down the crowded hallway at McKinley High towards her locker, rolling her eyes as the hordes of teenagers became dumbstruck as she passed by. She slowed her pace as she noticed Rachel at her locker. She was clad in her typical animal sweater and short skirt with her hair flowing down her back. Her heart raced as she absorbed the beautiful sight before her. She took a few calming breaths before continuing on to her own locker.
Her morning classes went by uneventful and it seemed to be days before the lunch bell rang. When she did make it into lunch, she got her food and took up her usual spot at the Cheerios table. She barely paid any attention to the conversations around her as her thoughts were more occupied with the tiny brunette, who kept avoiding her all day. She sighed and shook her head. "God, Santana you're fucking hopeless." Soon enough, she finished her lunch and stood up to leave.
As she walked towards the exit, she couldn't help but feel like she was in a movie. Time seemed to have stopped around her and everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. She had seen it coming, the smug grin on his face when he walked by.
Santana spotted both Karofsky and Azimio each holding a slushie in their hands walking towards Rachel, who for the most part wasn't aware of the imminent threat. Her heart thundered in her chest as she raced towards Rachel.
She could hear the loud gasps of everyone in the cafeteria as the chunks of red slushie dripped down her face. She spluttered and tried to blink away the stinging pain in her eyes. Being slushied hurt a lot more than she'd expected. She stood there, momentarily paralyzed with shock. She felt her blood suddenly begin to boil as anger coursed through her. Santana closed her eyes, breathing deeply as she tried to keep her composure. "Karofsky!" she growled through gritted.
Karofsky merely stared, eyes wide and terrified. "I-I'm so sorry" he stuttered out an apology. "It was meant for Rach-"
Santana's face drew into a dark scowl before she lunged forward and punched him in square in the face. He didn't see it coming and ended up losing his balance, falling to the ground with a light thud. She turned her attention to Azimio. "Throw that slushie and you're fucking dead!" she threatened. It was as if a pin could be heard dropping from around the cafeteria. There was not a single person who didn't have a look of pure shock on their faces all thinking nearly the same thing.
One look at the fiery Latina and Azimio slowly backed away, fear in every step he took. Brittany turned to look at Quinn, a smug look on her face, silently communicating "I told you so." Santana could feel everyone watching her and tensed under their curious gaze. Her body stiffened, eyes narrowed and she whipped around. "What the hell is everyone looking at?" She snapped before walking out. She could literally feel Rachel's gaze on her back as she existed the room.
"Oh, my GOD! Did you guys see that? Satan just got a slushie facial?" Kurt squealed clearly amused.
"The bitch deserved it". Mercedes replied with a shrug of her shoulder.
"Rachel what's wrong, you look like you've seen a ghost?" Finn said jokingly.
"I uh…I have to go…do a thing, bye" Rachel said before she ran out of the cafeteria.
"Well that was weird" Kurt noted and everyone nodded in agreement.
Rachel pushed open the bathroom door to find Santana bent over a sink. She had managed to clean the slushie off her face, but her hair and shirt were still a mess. She sighed sadly. "Hey, do you need any help" she offered.
Santana made eye contact with the diva in the mirror. "I'll manage" she lied. Of course she wants Rachel to help her. Because then she'll spend some time with her, but she knows that Rachel is only here because she felt obligated to be."
Rachel shakes her head sadly, "Thank you for protecting me. But you didn't have to do it Santana."
"I know, but I wanted to. Friends stick up for each other" Santana said absently.
"Friends, huh?" Rachel replied.
"Uh…yeah, we're kind of friends right" the Latina asked.
"Well then, friends accept help when their friends offer it" Rachel said.
"Well played Berry" Santana says with a chuckle.
"I'll be right back" Rachel told her before stepping out of the restroom. She soon returned with a chair, a towel, her bottle of shampoo and an animal sweater. Santana looked at her mortified. She didn't want to hurt the diva's feeling, but she sure as hell wasn't wearing no fucking animal sweater. Rachel pulled up the chair to the sink and made Santana sit in it.
"Um Rachel" Santana says hesitantly.
"Yeah" Rachel replied without looking at her.
"I'm like totally grateful for you helping me, but umm…I"
"You don't have to wear the sweater if you don't want to Santana. I just brought it in case you had nothing else to wear."
"Sorry if I hurt your feelings Rach" she said solemnly.
"It's okay Santana. I know people don't like my sweaters. I guess it's not fashionable, but they're comfy" Rachel replies with a shrug.
Santana closes her eyes when she felt Rachel's fingers run through her hair and massaged into her scalp. A tiny moan escaped her lips. "God that feels so good" she whimpered.
Rachel could feel her face go red at the Latina's soft admission. She looked up in the mirror and saw Santana with a peaceful expression on her face. The diva continued her ministrations. "All done" she whispered by the Latina's ear.
Santana shuddered at the feel of Rachel's warm breath against her skin. Her eyes were fully blown with lust, she nodded. "Thanks Rach." The pair locked eyes, silently trying to figure out what to do next. Santana's gaze shifted to Rachel's lips and she licked her lips unconsciously. She started to lean in, and Rachel experienced a moment of panic.
"S-Santana wait, I…don't think I can do this" she said quickly before running out the door.
"Fuck" Santana muttered under her breath as she walked out the bathroom. "You just couldn't keep it in your pants, could you Lopez" Santana inwardly berated herself.
The end of lunch bell rang, signaling that class was about to begin. Santana strode to her next class and unfortunately or fortunately, depending on how you look at it, the only available seat was next to Rachel.
"Do you mind if I sit here, everywhere else is full?" Santana asked.
The brunette looked up at her, her brown eyes wide in surprise. "Y-yeah sure Santana" she managed to stutter out and quickly turned her head to the front. The rest of the day went by pretty slowly and Rachel was back to ignoring her again.