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The next morning, Santana woke up and the first thing she saw was her wall. For a second, she thought... believed that she would turn around see Brittany lying in the other bed in the room. However, when she turned over in her bed, she was disappointed as she saw the new girl... 'Damn it... what's her name again?' Santana thought. She looked around for some sort of clue as to what her new roommate's name was. Her eyes landed on a framed photo that was on the desk. It was of a group of smiling people with 'We'll miss you, Rachel' written on the border. 'Rachel. That's her name. I really have to stop forgetting that if I'm supposed to live with the girl. Although, if I have it my way, Brittany'll be back in this room where she belongs and new girl will soon be forgotten.' Santana thought. She got out of bed and walked into the bathroom to brush her teeth and hair. Just as she had finished brushing her teeth their was a knock on the door. She walked over and opened the door. "Yea?" she asked, seeing Rachel. The smaller girl was looking anywhere but Santana's eyes.
"Uh... I was just wondering if... well... are you... are you going to need the bathroom for very long?" Rachel asked.
"Do you need it?" Santana asked. Rachel nodded.
"I didn't get a chance to shower last night." Rachel explained. Santana nodded.
"Well, I took one last night before you got back from dinner, so just let me brush my hair and put on my make up. I'll be right out and then you can have it." Santana said. Rachel nodded.
"Thank you, Santana." Rachel said, still not meeting the taller girl's eyes as she turned around. Santana nodded and closed the door. She decided not to be a bitch and didn't take forever and a day to finish her makeup. She emerged from the bathroom about fifteen minutes later.
"It's all yours, Rachel." she said to Rachel before going to look in her closet for an outfit. As soon as the door was closed, Santana grabbed a shirt and took off her pajama shirt to get changed. Just as the article of clothing was off, the bathroom door opened.
"Sorry I forgot my-" Rachel cut herself off as she saw the taller girlstanding in her bra. "Sorry. I'm so sorry. I just... I forgot my shampoo..." Rachel said, her eyes never leaving the Latina's chest. Santana quickly grabbed her shirt and attempted to throw it back on.
"It... Rachel, it's fine, okay? It's fine, just... can you please stop staring?" Santana said. Rachel quickly averted her eyes and went to find her shampoo.
"Sorry." she mumbled before disappearing back into the bathroom. Santana stared at the door before changing into her outfit and grabbing her bag to go to breakfast. She opened the door to exit the building and walk outside and literally ran into Quinn.
"Damn it." Santana said. She looked up and saw her friend. "Oh, hey Quinn. Try watching where you're going, why don't cha?" Santana teased. Quinn rolled her eyes.
"I was just coming to your room to see if you wanted to go to breakfast, bitch." Quinn said.
"Well, I was just on my way to your room, equal sized bitch. Let's go" Santana said. The two turned around and walked to the dining hall.
"So how was your first night with the new girl?" Quinn asked. Santana sighed.
"She brought up Brittany. Somehow, she heard about the incident and she called me on it. I told her to stay the hell out of my business. And then this morning, things were just freaking awkward. And then she walked out of the bathroom this morning-" Quinn cut her off.
"You know, I'm still jealous you have your own bathroom." Quinn said. Santana rolled her eyes.
"You've been jealous since you came to Westerly, Quinn. Let it go." Santana said. Quinn laughed.
"Continue your story. She walked out of the bathroom..." Quinn encouraged.
"Right. She walked out of the bathroom this morning and I wasn't wearing a shirt. She stared at my boobs for like ten minutes." Santana said. Quinn scoffed.
"Ten minutes?" the blonde asked.
"Okay... maybe not that long. But she sure got a good look." Santana said. Quinn nodded.
"Oh wow, San... and here I was thinking Brittany would be the only roommate you went after. You really had me fooled" Quinn said. The Latina stopped in her tracks.
"I'm not going after her, Quinn. She's annoying, intruding, and her wardrobe is horrifying." Santana said. Quinn looked at her.
"I only got a quick glimpse of her in the dining hall last night, but she was kinda hot. I mean, I don't go that way but if I did I'd probably be into that." Quinn said. Santana sighed.
"What makes you think I play on that team?" Santana asked.
"Uh... you came out to me right before the incident." Quinn said. Santana looked away from her friend.
"I'm with Finn now." Santana said. Quinn sighed.
"San, you and I both know that that's just a cover up. Everyone knows you were in love with Brittany or at least they suspect it. The only one who doesn't is Finn, because he's an idiot." Quinn said.
"Why do you think I chose him?" Santana blurted out before she could catch herself. "Damn it." Santana said. The blonde smiled. "What are you smiling at, Fabray?" Santana asked.
"Santana, I think now is the perfect time for you to come out to me... again." Quinn said.
"I'm not breaking up with Finn." Santana said.
"You can't continue to use him to hide your true self. It's not fair to either of you, Santana." Quinn said.
"Quinn, I'm not hiding anything." Santana said.
"San, who are you trying to convince? You or me?" Quinn asked. Santana sighed.
"Fine!" Santana yelled. She lowered her voice. "I'm gay." she practically whispered. She glared at Quinn for a few moments. "Are you happy now?" she asked in slightly louder voice. Quinn smiled and nodded.
"Thank you. Can we go eat now?" Quinn asked. Santana nodded and they continued their walk to the dining hall. They got in the food line and each grabbed a tray. "So... what are you going to do about Rachel?" Quinn asked quietly.
"What about her?" Santana asked, giving Quinn a curious look.
"Well... you're gay, San. There's a very good possibility that she is, considering she stared at your boobs." Quinn said. Santana stared at her.
"Uh... Quinn, you are aware that just because two gay people live together doesn't mean that they automatically hook up, right?" Santana asked. Quinn nodded.
"No freaking duh, idiot. But there's obviously tension between you guys. I can see that and I haven't been around the two of you together. Hell, I haven't even met her." Quinn said.
"She's not my type. I'm not going to go for that. Can we please just drop it, Quinn?" Santana asked. Quinn backed off and nodded. They emerged with their breakfast and went to find a table. Just as Santana set her tray down, she noticed that she forgot her fork. She went to get one and almost ran into Rachel. "Oh... hey. I see you figured out the bathroom." Santana said awkwardly. Rachel nodded and allowed her eyes to briefly stray to Santana's chest before looking away with a blush, remembering the earlier incident.
"Yea... I did... Uh... are you going to that club fair in the commons this afternoon?" Rachel asked. Santana shook her head.
"Its not exactly my scene. Are you going to it?" Santana asked. Rachel nodded.
"Ms. Pillsbury told me about the new Glee Club that they're starting this year." Rachel said. Santana's brow furrowed.
"What the hell is a Glee Club?" Santana asked. Rachel's eyes lit up.
"Its a type of choir where they do choreography rather than just stand there while singing." Rachel said. Santana raised an eyebrow.
"That sounds... interesting." Santana said.
"That sounds interesting? Are you joking? That sounds amazing." Rachel said.
"I'm guessing you're into music and singing and dancing?" Santana asked. Rachel nodded.
"I was kicked off the choir at my old school for being to abrasive." Rachel said. Santana nodded.
"You know, I can totally see that." Santana said. She reached around Rachel to grab a fork. "I should get back... to Quinn." Santana said. Rachel nodded. "Do you want... to join us?" she asked out politeness. Rachel could see that the the girl didn't really want her to join.
"No. I'm good. I have a group of people to sit with. But thanks. I'll see you around." Rachel said, walking past Santana. Santana walked back to Quinn, who was smirking at her from the table. "What?" Quinn shook her head. "Quinn, you obviously have something to say, so say it." Santana said. Quinn slightly laughed.
"That was a very long trip to get a fork." Quinn said. Santana rolled her eyes. "I mean, I'm just saying... that conversation with Rachel looked interesting." Quinn said.
"Shut up, Fabray. You don't know what you're talking about." Santana said. Quinn smiled.
"Admit it. You have it bad for your new roomie." Quinn teased. Santana kicked her under the table.
"No. I don't. Even if I weren't with Finn..." Santana trailed off. She spoke after a moment in a lower voice. "I... I mean, I'm not sure if... I don't think that I'm... Quinn, I'm not over Brittany yet." Santana whispered. Quinn nodded.
"Well, maybe she can help you get over Brittany." Quinn offered. Santana looked at her.
"But what if I don't want to get over her?" Santana asked. Quinn smiled sympathetically.
"San, there's no guarantee that you'll ever see her again." Quinn said. Santana looked at her.
"I just... I love her, Quinn. I can't just get over her." Santana said. Quinn nodded her sympathy. "Look, I know there's no guarantee that I'll see her or that she even loves me back. She was always loyal to that boyfriend she had back in Miami." Santana said.
"Does Rachel have a boyfriend?" Quinn asked.
"I don't know and I don't really care. I don't like her, Quinn." Santana said. She finished her meal and went to put her tray away. She turned around, saw Rachel with Noah and some other people Santana didn't know. She quickly left the dining hall. Quinn ran out of the room, calling her name. She turned around. "What Quinn?" Santana asked.
"Why are you denying it?" Quinn asked.
"Deny what, Quinn?" Santana asked. Quinn rolled her eyes.
"Don't play stupid, Santana. You know what I'm talking about." Quinn said. Santana sighed.
"There's nothing to admit or deny, Quinn. I don't like Rachel that way. Hell, I'm not even sure I like her as a friend. I barely know her." Santana said. Quinn nodded.
"But maybe you should give her a chance. I'm sure she didn't mean to hit a nerve by bringing up Brittany." Quinn said. Santana shrugged. Quinn decided to let it go. "Do you want to go that club fair this afternoon?" Quinn asked. Santana raised an eyebrow.
"Since when do you do clubs? And since when do I look like I want to go to a club fair?" Santana asked. Quinn smirked.
"Since today. Do you want to go?" Quinn asked again. Santana hesitated. "Come on. Its a new year. It'll be a good distraction." Quinn said. Santana sighed.
"Fine. But we ignore the damn Glee Club booth." Santana said. Quinn frowned.
"What the hell is a Glee Club?" Quinn asked. Santana laughed.
"Those were my words exactly. Apparently its a show choir thing. Singing and dancing, crap like that." Santana said. Quinn nodded.
"That actually kind of sounds fun." Quinn said. Santana shook her head. "Why not?" Quinn asked.
"Rachel wants to join the Glee Club." Santana said. Quinn nodded.
"Fine. No Glee Club. Let's just go check out what other clubs there are." Quinn said. Santana nodded.
"Okay. Meet me out here at four." Santana said. Quinn nodded and Santana went into her room. Rachel wasn't back and Santana grabbed her laptop to log onto Facebook. The first thing she noticed was that Brittany was online. She hovered her mouse of the chat button, but before she had the chance to start up a conversation with the girl a chat box popped up.
Brittany S. Pierce
Hey S! How's it going at Westerly?
Santana smiled at the screen.
Santana Lopez
Hey B! Its different without you. I really wish you hadn't done that.
Brittany S. Pierce
Either way we'd be having this conversation...
Santana Lopez
That's exactly what Quinn said.
Brittany S. Pierce
She was always smarter than either of us... did you get a new roommate?
Santana stared at the screen.
Santana Lopez
Yea... they put me with this new girl, Rachel.
Brittany S. Pierce
What's she like?
Santana Lopez
I don't really know yet... haven't really talked to her.
Brittany S. Pierce
Why not?
Santana Lopez
I keep hoping you're going to show up.
Brittany S. Pierce
S, we both know that can't happen. You should get to know this girl. Who knows? Maybe you'll actually like her and want to become friends with her. Soon, you're going to be replacing me.
Santana stared at the screen in horror.
Santana Lopez
That will NEVER happen.
Brittany S. Pierce
San... giver her a chance. For me?
Santana Lopez
I'll try, B. That's all I can promise.
Brittany S. Pierce
That's good enough for now... hey I have to go. My mom wants me to go with her to register me for some private school here. But can we talk later this afternoon?
Santana Lopez
Yea, definitely. You can always call or text me if I'm not online.
Brittany S. Pierce
Yea... definitely. I'll talk to you later, S. Luv ya.
Santana smiled.
Santana Lopez
I'll talk to you later, B. Luv ya too.
Just as Santana logged off Facebook, Rachel walked in. Santana nodded her acknowledgement.
"Hey." Santana said.
"Hey." Rachel replied.
"Uh... how was your breakfast?" Santana asked. Rachel looked at her, surprised.
"It was good..." Rachel said. Santana nodded.
"Look, Rachel, I'm sorry about last night. I was out of line. There's some stuff that you should know." Santana said.
"You don't have to explain, Santana." Rachel said. Santana shook her head.
"Yea... I do. We're going to have to live together and you should know the full story, not the many variations that are floating around campus." Santana said. Rachel nodded and sat down on her own bed. "Look... at the end of last year, Brittany and I were on our way back to our room from the teen club that's just outside of campus. Britt didn't know, but I had bought some pot while we were out. For some reason, campus security suspected I had done something wrong and they searched my bag. That's how they found the pot that I'd bought. Brittany instantly claimed it was hers and she'd slipped it in there when I wasn't looking. Thankfully, we weren't drunk. Anyway, she did it because she knew the dean would have to call the cops on this time and with Brittany, he wouldn't call the cops. She did it to protect me. All summer, I've regretted allowing her to do that. I don't feel good about it and I'm not proud of it. I don't know why I bought the pot. I'd never done that before. I'd never even seen it in real life. I just wanted to try it. Since then, I've never even considered buying anymore." Santana said. Rachel nodded.
"Wow... thanks for telling me that. I don't know if this is going to ruin the moment, but I really admire that you haven't bought anymore pot since then." Rachel said. Santana nodded and smiled slightly.
"It just really hurts to lose her because I... never mind. That's too personal." Santana said.
"You can tell me if you want." Rachel encouraged.
"I don't know you that well, Rachel." Santana said. Rachel nodded.
"I completely understand. We're making progress though." Rachel said. Santana nodded before blurting it out.
"I'm in love with her." she said. Rachel's head snapped up.
"You're... Santana, are you gay?" Rachel asked softly. Santana nodded.
"Is that a problem?" Santana challenged. Rachel quickly shook her head.
"No... not at all. I have two gay fathers." Rachel offered. Santana nodded thoughtfully. "And... I'm gay as well." Rachel whispered. Santana raised an eyebrow.
"Wow... sterotype much?" Santana teased. Rachel raised an eyebrow. "I'm not that surprised, actually." Santana continued. Rachel arched an eyebrow.
"You barely know me, Santana." Rachel said.
"That's true, but you did stare at my chest this morning when you walked in on me changing." Santana said.
"I was not staring." Rachel argued. Santana rolled her eyes.
"Hey, its okay. I don't exactly blame you for wanting to look at me." Santana said. Rachel rolled her eyes.
"Okay, well I'm going to go now." Rachel said. Santana nodded.
"You know, you're actually okay." Santana said.
"Uh... thanks, I guess." Rachel said as she left the room. Santana sighed. At four she walked outside and saw Quinn waiting for her. They walked to the commons area and walked around, looking at all the clubs. Santana saw Rachel with the same people she ate breakfast with, but didn't say anything to the other girl. She turned to talk to Quinn when she noticed the other girl wasn't next to her anymore. She was about to look for Quinn when Rachel walked up to her. "Hey... I thought that you said that this wasn't your scene." Rachel said. Santana shrugged.
"Its not." Santana said. Rachel's brow furrowed in confusion.
"Then why are you here?" she asked. Santana shrugged again.
"Well, my friend Quinn wanted to come and I had nothing else to do since classes don't start until next week, so... here I am." Santana said. Rachel nodded.
"Here you are." she said. Santana nodded uncomfortably.
"Yep." she said, rockng on back and forth on her feet. Rachel raised her eyebrow.
"So... where's Quinn?" Rachel asked. Santana looked around.
"Uh... I'm not really sure, actually." Santana admitted. Rachel nodded.
"Well, that's cool... well, I have to-" Rachel was cut off.
"Santana, here's the rehearsal schedule. We're happy to have you aboard. Oh and here's yours too, Rachel. Welcome to Westerly Academy. I knew starting a Glee Club would be a wonderful idea. We might not be having a lot of people sign up, but soon, they'll be lining up at the door, I promise you that." Mr. Schuester said. Rachel smiled. Santana heard the first half of the sentence as she looked down at the paper being shoved into her hand.
"Wait... hold up a sec... rehearsal schedule? Rehearsal schedule for what?" Santana asked.
"The Glee Club. Quinn came over and signed you too up. She said you were both extremely excited to join." Mr. Schuester explained. Quinn walked over.
"Hey San. What's going on?" Quinn asked. She looked down at the paper. "Oh.. I have to go." Quinn said. Santana reached out and grabbed her arm.
"No, you don't. You signed us up for Glee Club?" Santana asked. Quinn nodded. Mr. Schuester and Rachel had walked away. Santana pulled her outside. "Why the hell did you do that?" Santana asked.
"Because Rachel's going to be there and you can get to know her." Quinn said.
"I'm roommates with her. I think I can get to know her there." Santana said. They turned as they heard footsteps behind them and saw Rachel as she walked toward their building. Santana turned around. "I need to go talk to her about Glee Club. Just know that you're on my list, Fabray." Santana said.
"I'm not scared. Just go talk to your girl." Quinn said.
"She is not my girl." Santana hissed before turning around to follow Rachel. She entered the room and saw Rachel sitting on her bed, writing on a legal pad. "Are you already writing home?" Santana asked. Rachel shook her head.
"Whenever I'm stressed or sad or anything like that, I write down my feelings." Rachel explained. Santana nodded.
"Which emotion are you feeling right now?" Santana asked. Rachel shrugged.
"I don't really know yet. I just knew I needed to write." Rachel said. Santana nodded and sat down on the couch that was in their room.
"So... about the Glee Club..." Santana trailed off.
"Look, Santana, if you don't want to be there, then don't show up." Rachel interrupted. Santana nodded.
"I'm willing try it out, but I've never really been in a choir before. What am I supposed to do?" Santana asked.
"You just do whatever Mr. Schuester tells you to do. Its that simple." Rachel said, ripping the piece of paper of the pad. She stood up and handed it to Santana.
"You don't have to let me read it." Santana said, trying to hand it back to her. Rachel just stepped away.
"Its a letter to you." was all she said before leaving the room. Santana's eyes went wide as she looked at the paper.
"A letter to me?" she whispered to herself. She read the paper.
Dear Santana,
Look... I know we've known each other for like a day and a half, but I thought we had made progress earlier when you told me all that stuff. But you seemed kind of... evasive at the club fair. I honestly want to get to know you and I think we could really be friends, but I don't want to deal with the hot and cold. Just let me know if you want to be friends. From what I've seen so far, I think you're a really cool person. You seem really nice... and... don't take this the wrong way because I'm not trying to be creepy, but I think you're beautiful. I don't know if anyone's ever told you that, but you are... well, I've probably creeped you out enough, so I'll see you around. I'm going to stay with my friend Mercedes tonight and tomorrow I'll go talk to someone about a room transfer.
Sincerely,
Rachel Barbara Berry
Santana read the letter four or five times before looking up. She didn't want Rachel to feel like that. She tried to think but she looked over and noticed Rachel had left her phone on her bed. She knew the girl would eventually come back for it. Next thing she knew, there was a knock on her door. She walked over and opened it. "Rachel... why didn't you use your key?" Santana asked.
"I left it and my phone on the bed." Rachel said, entering to get the things. Santana closed the door and stood in front of it. "Santana, I'd like to leave." Rachel said. Santana shook her head.
"No." Santana said.
"Excuse me?" Rachel asked.
"You can't leave." Santana said. Rachel crossed her arms.
"And why not?" Rachel asked.
"Because I want to talk." Santana said. Rachel sat down on her bed.
"Then talk." Rachel said.
"I read your letter..." Santana said. Rachel nodded. "And... I thought it was really nice. And sweet. Thank you." Santana said. Rachel nodded.
"You're welcome." Rachel said. Santana smiled.
"And thank you for telling me that I'm beautiful. No one's ever said that to me. Brittany never even said that to me." Santana added quietly. Rachel's expression quickly changed.
"Really?" Rachel whispered. Santana nodded.
"Really." Santana said. Santana walked over and sat next to Rachel. "I'd really like to get to know you Rachel. You seem really cool and if you look past the sweaters, you actually pretty hot." Santana said. Rachel looked up.
"You think that I'm hot?" Rachel asked. Santana nodded. "No one's ever called me that before." Rachel said.
"Hey... when you hear it from so many people, it begins to lose its effect." Santana said. Rachel nodded. "I think that you're beautiful, Rachel. And you shouldn't let other people tell you differently." Santana said. Rachel smiled softly.
"So... what are you trying to say? I'm actually kind of confused right now." Rachel said. Santana's brow furrowed.
"What do you mean?" Santana asked.
"Are you saying you want a relationship or do you want to be friends?" Rachel said quickly. Santana frowned.
"I... I think we should get to know each other first. I... I'm still trying to get past what happened last year, but I really do want to get to know you." Santana said. Rachel nodded and looked down. Without thinking, Santana reached over, lifted Rachel's chin with her index finger, and softly kissed the smaller girl. When she pulled away, she smiled at Rachel's confused expression. "But... I'm not exactly ruling anything out." Santana said. Rachel smiled softly and nodded. "Are you still going to move out?" Santana asked. Rachel shook her head.
"No... I'm not going to move out." Rachel said. Santana smiled.
"Well, good. Because that would have put a dent in our attempt to get to know each other." Santana said. Rachel nodded. "So..." Santana was cut off by feeling Rachel's lips on hers. Rachel pulled away and Santana raised an eyebrow.
"Sorry... but you got to kiss me and I just wanted to return the favor." Rachel said. Santana smiled.
"Smooth, Berry... really smooth." Santana said, getting up from the bed. Rachel smiled at the girl.
"I'm really excited that you want to get know each other, Santana." Rachel said. Santana smiled back.
"I'm excited too." Santana said, sitting on her bed. 'Really excited.' Santana thought.