A/N: I had a little writers block but I hope you guys liked this chapter. Please review:)
Chapter 6: Auditorium Kisses
"Could this class be any more boring?" Santana thought, stifling the urge to yawn. The Latina was slumped over in her seat, elbows on the desk and chin in her hands, listening to Mr. Schue drone on and on. It was taking all her willpower to stay awake. Other students seemed to not even have that much self-control and were openly talking throughout the lesson, even sleeping at their desks. Only a handful of students were actually listening and taking notes.
As usual Mr. Schue was oblivious to the general disinterest of the class and was launching into yet another dull story. If this bell doesn't ring soon, I will actually die of boredom. I sneaked a quick glance at Rachel. She was dutifully copying down her notes, with an enthralled expression on her face. How the hell could she find any of this shit interesting? Her brow furrowed in concentration as she tried to understand something Mr. Schue said. She placed the pen tip in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. So fucking hot! What else can she do with that sweet, talented tongue?
Fuck! I felt my arousal pool between my legs as images upon images ran through my mind. I had to fight the urge to moan. I wanted so bad to take her on the desk and fuck her until she's screaming my name. I could no longer ignore the throbbing pain between my legs. I rubbed my thighs together desperate for friction. "Oh Fuck!" I moaned a bit too loudly.
"Santana, do you have something to say?" Mr. Schue asks and I could feel everyone's eyes on me.
I had to bite back the snarky remark threatening to roll off my tongue and muster up my best fake smile. "No Mr. Schue".
"Well then, try and pay attention". Schue said, his voice taking on a patronizing tone.
I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest. 10 minutes later the final bell rang. Fucking finally! I screamed. I grabbed my stuff and rushed out of the classroom, not bothering to look back at anyone. I walked down the hall, shoving past the swarm of students in order to get to my locker. As I rounded the corner, someone ran straight into me, almost knocking me flat on my ass.
"Oh I-I'm so sorry Santana," He said, his voice full of panic.
Frankenteen I scowled. I wanted to punch him right in that stupid face of his. God, what the hell does Rachel see in him anyways? He is such a stupid asswipe, I fucking swear. I shook my head and gave him my signature bitch glare "watch where the hell you're going fetus face!"
"God, do you have to be such a bitch all the time?" Finn spat before storming off.
"Okay did he just seriously do a Rachel Berry storm out?" I suddenly hear a voice behind me say.
I turned around to see Quinn with amused smile on her face.
"Yup…" I replied before dissolving into a fit of laughter. "So…" I started, wiping stray tears from my cheeks.
"When were you going to tell me that you're into Rachel Berry" Quinn asked.
I stood there staring at Quinn with a completely unreadable expression on my face. She crossed her arms over her chest and began to tap her foot against the floor impatiently.
"Well?" She finally said, clearly getting frustrated with my silence.
"I don't know what you're talking about Q." I said and she rolled her eyes. I smirked because she is so fucking easy to rile up.
"Oh cut the crap S. You were practically eye fucking her the entire class and you took a slushie facial for her."
I sighed in fake exasperation. Alright fine, don't get you panties in a wad. I'm in love with her.
"I-in love with her, wow. I was so not expecting that".
"What the fuck is that supposed to me?" I asked with a glare.
Quinn held up her hands in surrender, "I didn't mean that as a bad thing. I'm just surprised."
"Ugh, whatever Lucy" I scoffed.
"Fuck Santana, I hate when you call me that."
"I know!" I replied grinning
"I fucking hate you Santana!" Quinn said shoving me lightly.
"Love you too bitch" I say with a wink, before I turned around and continued to my locker.
"So what are you going to do about it San?" Quinn asked following me.
"I don't know Q. I fucked up big time."
"Hey San, look at me," I sighed and look up at her. "Berry's like the most forgiving person there is. Plus I'm sure she would want to get all up on that" Quinn said gesturing to my body.
"What does she see in him?"
"I don't know San"
"What did you see in him?"
Quinn bit her lip unsure of how to answer. Why did she love Finn so much? Did she even love him? It was a difficult question to answer. "I…honestly don't know. I wanted to be popular, so I dated the quarterback. Quinn answers with a shrug.
"I love her so much it hurts. I denied it for so long because I was afraid of rejection and I hurt her Quinn. I don't think she'll ever want to be with me. She hasn't even forgiven me yet and I messed up any chance of a friendship when I tried to kiss her."
"Hey, come here…" Quinn said softly as she opened her arms.
I slowly moved into her embrace. She held unto me tightly and I felt her bury her nose in my hair. "It will be okay…" She said simply. "I can't imagine exactly what you're feeling, but you are loved and you are wanted. Rachel will be lucky to have you. I promise."
"FABRAY! My office NOW!" Sue Sylvester's voice boomed through the megaphone, causing Quinn and I to jump apart.
Quinn winced and shook her head. She glanced at me and I simply shrugged my shoulders.
She gave me one last glance before following Sue to her office.
Santana headed towards the auditorium, figuring that no one would be using it at this time. She needed the peace and quiet that an empty room offered. She sunk down on the piano bench ogling the keys, trying to recall the last time she even touched a piano. Her fingertips gently grazed across the smooth ivory keys as she remembered the times when she was a little girl where she would sit upon her mother's lap and watch her play.
Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and began to play. The music was rocky at first as she got re-acquainted with the keys. The tune was soft and sad, reflecting how she felt. "It wasn't fair. Santana thought. How could she have these feelings…feelings for someone that would never return them?" She pressed down on the keys a bit too forceful as her emotions: anger, frustration, sadness, took over.
Her shoulders relaxed and soon, the music was all that filled her mind. She found herself slowly leaning further towards the piano, as she concentrated on the music. The song washed over her and before she knew it, she was singing softly.
"Never knew I could feel like this
Like I've never seen the sky before
Want to vanish inside your kiss"
She paused remembering the kiss they almost shared. She could still feel Rachel's warm breath washing over her. She wanted to know what it was like to have those lips on hers, even if only for a second.
"Every day I love you more and more"a small, sad smile painted itself on her lips as she sung the line.
Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing?
Telling me to give you everything
Seasons may change, winter to spring
But I love you until the end of time
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day"
The tune became stronger, louder as her confidence grew, filling the entire room with music. Her thoughts were so lost in the music that she didn't hear the door open.
"Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace
Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste
It all revolves around you
And there's no mountain too high
No river too wide
Sing out this song
And I'll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather,
And stars may collide
But I love you
Until the end of time
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day"
Santana could feel the wetness across cheek, as she sang the last words. She opened her eyes and sighed longingly.
** Rachel's Pov **
I was walking down the halls when I heard a faint tune coming from the auditorium. I slowed my steps as the soft strains of someone playing the piano being carried by voice touched my ear. I had never heard anything more beautiful. I slowly pushed open the door and silently walked in. My breath caught in my throat. Sat at the piano bench was none other than Santana Lopez. I had no idea she could play the piano or even sing.
She looked so beautiful, peaceful even as her fingers moved gracefully across the keys. I couldn't help but watch with rapt expression at how captivating she was. Sudden emotion began to take over Santana's voice when she sang. I had never seen this side of her before. The song was sung with so much passion, it gave me goose bumps. The song faded out and I watched as she silently cried. I felt like someone had just ripped my heart out of my chest at her obvious pain.
I wanted nothing more than to hold her close to my chest and whisper sweet nothings in her ear. To kiss her away her pain, wait kiss her? I shook my head to erase the thought. I just wanted to be the one to comfort her. But I couldn't. Just as I was about to walk away my phone rang. I'm pretty sure my eyes bugged out of my head. Santana eyes widened when she saw me. "R-Rachel what are you doing here?" she asked, sounding so vulnerable.
"I forgot my phone in my locker and came back to get it. Then I heard music from down the hall and curiosity got the better of me…I am truly sorry for imposing Santana." I looked down at my feet half expecting her to scream at me or something.
"Oh…I guess you heard all of that huh?" She asked a little shyly, a blush tinting her cheeks.
Wow! Is Santana Lopez blushing? I thought. I walked closer to her, a look of wonder on my face. "You were amazing Santana. I didn't know you could sing like that or even play the piano. It was so raw and full of passion.
Santana looked towards me with such sincerity and vulnerability. "Thanks…it's just a little pastime of mine. I usually play when I need to clear my head. There's just been a lot on my plate lately…" Santana said with a shrug.
God she can be so adorable when she's all shy and trying to be nonchalant. Why can't she show this side of her more often? I sat down on the bench next to her. An awkward silence surrounded us as neither of us knew what to say any more.
"Santana, can we talk?" I ask, breaking the silence. She bit her bottom lip and looked towards me, meeting my gaze. She nodded her head for me to continue. I felt my heart fluttered. It was as if she was peering into my soul. I broke the staring contest because I was getting too nervous.
"I'm just the girl with the animal sweaters and you…you're the hot cheerleader. Why do you even love me?
"Rach, you're beautiful. You have a beautiful heart, a beautiful personality, a beautiful soul not to mention a beautiful body." Santana said, staring into my eyes.
"You're the beautiful one." I said quietly trying to keep my emotions under control. Santana shook her head.
"Don't do that. Look at me Rachel." I looked up at her, tears beginning to race down my cheeks.
"You. Are. So. Beautiful. If only you could see what I see. All it takes is one look from you or that megawatt smile and I feel like I'm floating on cloud nine. No matter what I or anyone else did to you, you always kept your head up, shoulders back and you carried on every day. You're amazing and I would be proud to call you mine. But I don't deserve you. I just want you to know that you're an incredible person and if you ever forget that, I'll always be there to remind you, whether as your friend or more."
By time she was finished, I was openly sobbing. Santana did the only thing she could do at that point and wrapped her arms around me in a tight embrace, while letting me cry on her shoulder. No one has ever said such things about me before, not even Finn. I could feel so much love coming from her. After a few moments I pulled back, my body was moving on its own accord. I leant up and kissed her.
It was soft, sweet and gentle. When I moved back, I instantly regretted it as she made no move to kiss me back. Before I could utter a single word of apology, her lips caught mines once more.