Summer Vacation
Day 2
Naked nap time is one of my favorite things ever... just throwing that out there.
Oh, I didn't check my phone almost all day yesterday. I finally picked it up before I started making dinner and I had missed five texts from four different people. Here they are:
From Britt Britt:
Hey best friend! Can u txt me back? I need a favor! Love u!
From Papá:
Hola Mija! Just wanted to know how you're doing? Tell Rachel, Leroy and Hiram I said hi! Te amo!
From Puckerman:
Whaddup broski! Tekken marathon soon?
From Britt Britt:
OK please get back to me soon. Really important.
And finally:
From Q:
Hey. I'm sorry that you thought I was trying get in between you and Rachel. And even though it was a little harsh, I want to thank you. I actually feel better.
Okay, let's start from the beginning. Brittany's going on a little day trip with Artie and his parents so she needed someone to babysit Lily for the day. Rachel and I are babysitting today.
I'm going to call my Dad tonight but I sent a message back telling him that I missed him and all that cheesy daughter stuff.
Next week starts Rachel's Tuesday and Thursday all day triple threat training camp so Puck and I will be getting our video game marathon on often.
And once again, finally: Quinn. I haven't responded yet. I don't know how! I bet you that the message she sent me was the 9000th revision. There's no way that Q just came up with that shit and then sent it to me no problem. I just feel like it deserves a dignified response or something. I know, look at me all valiant and shit.
I did re-ask Rachel if she wanted to try to be friends with Quinn. Her answer was the same. Of course it was. She has a surprisingly big and forgiving heart. Just one of the bajillion reasons why I love her. I don't even think that a bajillion is a number... oh well. If she didn't have a such a big and forgiving heart, we never would have happened. And that makes me sad to think about.
It is 8:30 in the morning, on the second day of summer vacation and I am awake. I wish I wasn't such a light sleeper! Rachel's elliptical isn't even that loud and she has her ear buds in. I guess I'll get up.
Lazily, I roll out of Rachel's bed and walk over to the doorway of her little work out room.
Popping out one of her ear buds, Rachel says to me with a smile, "Morning, sunshine!"
"Please don't send me to a crack house," I respond through a raspier than usual voice.
"Huh- oh. Rude," she huffs, "For your information that's just a saying and it wasn't active!"
"Babe, I was joking," I respond. Whoa what is with my voice?
"Does your throat hurt?" Rachel asks with a slightly panicked look on her face.
"No. I think I slept with my mouth open or something," I say. Isn't that a fun little joke at my own expense?
"Oh good," she says all relieved.
What was that all about? Oooh! I totally remember! Tonsils. Got it.
"I think I just need some water. Don't worry, babe, no laryngitis here."
"Okay, well just in case, I'm not going to offer you my water."
Is laryngitis even contagious? Whatever, I get it. It's her voice. Hell, I'd be depressed if she lost it.
"I'm gonna go make us some breakfast."
With a pout, Rachel asks, "Reeses Puffs?"
"Okay, beautiful," I rasp out with a smile.
"Ew. I'm all sweaty."
"You're always beautiful," I sigh. I watch as her elliptical pace slows and then I turn out of the room.
I feel like by now she should expect things like that to come out of my mouth. I do it all the time and every time she has the same reaction: she doesn't know what to say. I love it! I mean, Rachel always has something to say, so rendering her speechless is kind of something to be proud of.
After a few sips of water my voice is back to its usual level of raspiness. And now that that is fixed, time for some breakfast making.
Oh, how I love Reeses Puff cereal. It's only the best breakfast invention ever. Well, I guess if you're allergic to peanuts it's not the best, but I'm not and neither is Rach, so it's the best. And it's ours. The end.
AND it's super great with the vanilla soy milk that Hiram buys.
"You ruined the rest of my work out," Rachel comes in from the stairs.
"What?" I ask as I grab a couple spoons. That doesn't even make sense.
"All I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss you! You ruined all my pacing because I couldn't concentrate and now I'm all discombobulated," she huffs as she sits down behind a heaping bowl of our favorite cereal.
"So am I not getting that kiss?" I ask as cute as I can and lean in closer to her.
"I hate how irresistible you are," she says with a knitted brow. She stands up on the stool she's sitting on, leans over the table and kisses me.
Mmmm Rachel lips. And Rachel butterflies.
"You wouldn't have kissed me like that if that were true," I say after she slowly pulls away.
"Shh," she shushes with her finger to her lips and a little scowl. Then she gives me a tiny half smirk and directs her attention to her cereal.
I just cannot get enough of this girl. I guess it's a good thing I live with her then isn't it?
"Good morning ladies."
And her dads.
"Morning Papa!"
"Morning, H!"
"How come you're still home?" Rachel asks as Hiram pours himself a cup of coffee. She sounded a little annoyed when she asked.
"What? Is my presence ruining your life?" he returns with sass and drama. I hope that makes sense.
"I like hanging out with your dads," I say to Rachel.
"Thank you, Santana," Hiram says looking directly at Rachel.
She gives me a scowl and then a smile pops up on her face. "Even in your underwear?" she asks leaning back in her stool to sneak a peak.
I totally forgot! I assumed L and H would be out of here by now. Great.
"I don't know if you've forgotten honey, but I'm a gay man. Your scantily clad girlfriend has nothing to worry about," he says to Rachel and then looks towards the stairs.
Wait... ummm hello! Gay dads!
"Your girlfriend should be worried that she's scantily clad in front of your fathers, though!" I hear the frightening, deep voice of Leroy Berry coming from the stairs.
Right. Gay dads.
Fuck.
"Oh come off it Leroy. The girl just woke up," Hiram comes to my rescue.
"Exactly! She slept in the same bed as your sixteen year-old daughter like that Hiram."
I can't tell who he's more angry at, me or H... or maybe Rachel. Just to clarify, he isn't yelling. Actually, Leroy never yells. He doesn't have to, his voice is scary enough without having to raise it.
"Oh please, Lee, it's not like we have to worry about a teen pregnancy."
This isn't happening. No way.
I have no idea how Rachel's reacting to this! I can't even look at her! I am absolutely mortified!
Forehead, meet table.
"So what's on the agenda for today girls?"
Wait it's over? Did I block it out or something? Maybe I hit my head?
"We're babysitting Brittany's little sister, Lily," Rachel answers rather dryly. Hmmm... I wonder how she felt about the previous argument that I seem to have missed.
"Oh yeah? How old is she?" Hiram asks as he sits down at the other side of the island.
"She's eight going on thirty-two," I say with a chuckle.
"What do you plan on doing with her. You've gotta have a plan ready for an eight year-old," Leroy adds as he stares into the fridge.
"Well, oddly enough, she loves going to the mall. It's like the zoo for her, except that the people are the animals and there aren't any cages," I say completely serious.
Rachel giggles and grabs my knee under the table, "She's actually Santana's little sister. She just looks like Brittany and lives at the Pierce house."
Oh finally some laughter! From everyone! Totally necessary. Maybe Leroy will laugh so hard he'll forget I'm down here in Rachel's tiny t-shirt and my underwear. That's complete wishful thinking, I know.
"I was also thinking a movie. Isn't that Panda movie out? She like, loved the first one." I did, too. Don't tell anyone.
"That sounds fun!" Rachel jumps a little in her stool, "We should probably start getting ready, though. We told Brittany we would come pick Lily up at 10:30, it's quarter past nine."
That's it! That whole debacle lasted probably a mere 5 minutes of my life? What the fuck?
"Okay girls, we'll probably be gone by the time you get back down, so hugs," Hiram suggests and walks over to our corner of the island. He hugs Rachel and she gives him a kiss on the cheek. He comes over to me and wraps his arms around me. He whispers into my ear, "Try to remember some pants next time." I actually laugh. I like that Hiram can always make you feel better about a not-so-fantastic situation.
"Have a good day ladies," Leroy says as he walks over to us with banana in hand. He kisses us both on the top of our heads. He didn't say anything about my outfit. Thank god! I have no idea what I would have done. Actually, I think I would have melted. Yeah, I would have melted like the Wicked Witch of the West.
Too much time with Rachel.
Nah, there's no such thing.
So Little One's kind of a strange eight year-old. One of her favorite things to do is sit in the food court in the mall and watch all the people around her. If Rachel and I let her, she'd probably stay there all day. But, alas, Rachel has a hard time justifying staying in one place for too long, so we're going to get some shopping in.
We also still have about an hour and a half to kill before the movie starts.
Rachel wants to go to a department store... I don't think she's ever gone shopping with a child before. She's lucky that Little One likes to be really close to people and will probably always be holding either mine or Rachel's hand the entire time.
She's currently holding both of our hands as we walk to the department store. It's pretty damn cute.
"Where are we going again?" Little One asks tugging on my arm.
"Macy's," I answer.
"Oh. That's the store with all the ladies that spray smelly stuff at you when you walk in," Lily says scrunching her freckled face. It isn't even summer yet and they're already out on display. When we were little, Brittany had them, too. It was the first thing I noticed when I met her in dance class when we were seven. I guess she's like, grown out of them or something.
Rachel and I are cracking up.
"Do me a favor, okay Little One?" I say as we walk into the store.
She looks up at me and says, "What do want me to do?"
"Always speak your mind. Always."
I hear Rachel make that teeth sucking noise and I know she doesn't approve. As if she has a filter.
"Let's steer clear of the perfume ladies," Rachel says and purposely bumps her hip into Lily, who instantly giggles and then bumps her hip into me.
Rachel has steered us in the direction of Men's section in order to get to the escalator.
"Ew boys underwear!" Little One points and giggles as we pass by racks of men's underwear.
As we're passing I spot a pair of Green Lantern briefs. Not gonna lie, I want them. Subconsciously, I start walking towards the rack that they're on.
"Umm... San, the escalators are this way," I hear Rachel say.
"I loved the Green Lantern when I was little!" I say as I get to the rack.
"You would look so cute in those," Rachel whispers into my ear.
"Those are boys' undies! Look they have a pee pee hole!" Lily says giggling some more.
"Which is why I'm not buying them," I say looking at a disappointed Rachel. Then I see something pop into her head.
"Hey, Lil, how do you know that's what that's for?" Rachel asks with a very perplexed look on her face.
I feel like she never played "I'll show you mine if you show me yours" when she was little.
"My friend Joey showed me his... thingy," Little One says. It was quite confident until she didn't know what to call it.
Laughter is boiling up in my chest. I can't laugh. I cannot laugh.
Rachel's hand is covering her mouth. I can't tell if she's shocked or trying not to laugh.
"It's okay, though. We were fair. I showed him mine, too."
Oh my god! I don't know what to do right now. I personally find nothing wrong with this. She's a curious kid. All kids are curious. I don't think that Rachel gets it though. I'm thinking we should exit the Men's Underwear section.
"Hey, let's go where you wanted to go in this place," I say to a still shocked Rachel.
"Okay," Rachel sighs and starts pulling Lily back out to the main walkway.
I pull out my phone and text Britt. Not that I think it's a problem, but I feel like she should probably know about it. She can decide if her parents need to know.
To Britt Britt:
So, Little One just told Rach and me about a little game of show and tell she had with her friend Joey. Just thought you'd want to know. Love you!
When we get to the top of the escalator Rachel and Lily walk towards the shoe department that's on one side of the walk way and I go over to dresses that are on the other side. A really cute red one caught my eye immediately. Ha, just what I need: another red dress.
"Rachel said that you should get me an ice cream," Little One says tugging on my shirt.
"Did she really?" I ask as I seek out the little brunette that supposedly made this suggestion.
"Uh huh and she said that we can go without her because she's gonna be a little while. Besides, she doesn't eat real ice cream anyways," she says grabbing my hand and pulling me away from the little red dress that I will be back to purchase.
I turn back to try to find Rachel again before we walk to the other side to get to the down escalator and spot her looking at a pair of cute sandals. I'm actually a little surprised.
Lily is yanking me to the escalator. She's like, all about this ice cream. I think there's a place not far from here.
"Do you want the kind you have to scoop or soft serve?" I ask her as we get in line.
"I want the swirly kind. In a cone," she says nodding her head assuredly.
"Okay," I laugh out.
After we've been waiting in line for a little bit, I hear a "Psst," come from below me.
"Yes, Little One?"
Whispering, Lily asks, "Is that Quinn?" She points diagonally to the right, two store fronts over.
She's right. It is Quinn.
"Her hair is really short! I wanna say hi to her!"
And before I know it, Lily is running towards Quinn at full speed.
"Hey! Wait!" I call and start running after her.
Quinn must have heard me yelling because she turned from the window that she was looking into and caught me running towards her. She didn't even see Little One and she's completely caught off guard by the eight year-old slamming into her and wrapping her arms around her waist. Quinn looks away from me and down at a head of blond hair pressing into her. She starts cracking up, "Hi Lily!"
"Hi Quinn!" Lily says looking up at Q, "I like your hair! It's really pretty!"
"Thank you," Quinn says and then turns her attention to me, "Hey, S."
"Hi, Q. Um... are you here by yourself?" I ask. I'm sure she isn't.
"No, but I might as well be. I'm here with my Mom. I don't even know where she is. I walked away from her 45 minutes ago," Quinn says, clearly looking frustrated.
"Can Quinn come to the movie with us?" Lily whispers to me as if Quinn can't hear her.
"Um... yeah, sure, if she wants to see a movie about a Panda that knows Kung Fu," I say looking between Little One and Quinn.
"Umm... okay..." Quinn agrees.
Not gonna lie, this is a lot sooner than I thought we'd be starting this friendship with Q. I do feel bad for her, though. She looks really sad. I guess Quinn has been through a lot. And both of her parents suck, like hard core.
Fuck, when did I become nice?
Rachel.
"We were gonna get an ice cream, remember Santana?" Little One reminds me and grabs both mine and Quinn's hands. She leads us back to the ice cream line which has significantly less people in it this time.
"What kind are you getting?" Quinn asks Lily as we get back in line.
"The swirly kind in a cone," I answer with a little laugh.
"No sprinkles?" Quinn asks with fake shock.
Little One's jaw drops, "I can't believe I almost forgot sprinkles!"
"Phewf," I say wiping pretend sweat from my brow, "good thing Quinn was here to remind you that they existed!" I look to Quinn and give her a genuine smile. I think the one that I'm getting back is just as real as mine.
"Now here's the big decision," Quinn starts, "Rainbow? Or chocolate?"
"Rainbow! Duh! Who gets chocolate sprinkles?" Lily scoffs at us.
"I do!" I say with my fist on my hip.
"Hmm... I would have pegged you as the rainbow sprinkle type," Quinn says with a smirk.
I think that was a gay joke.
"Really? Speak for yourself, Fabray."
"Jeez, guys it's just sprinkles," Little One comes in from between us.
You know, I really hope she keeps to that favor I asked from her.
Oooo a text message.
From Britt Britt:
SHE TOLD YOU WHAT?
"Hey, Q, can you order? I have to call someone," I say and then mouth 'Brittany.' I pull a five out of my back pocket and offer it up.
"I'll buy it," she says pulling out a fifty, "My mother handed me this before she asked me to go away."
"I thought you..." sore subject, never mind, "Thanks."
Okay, calling Brittany.
"Why would she tell you that?"
"Hey, Britt. How's you day going? Mine's going wonderful, thanks for asking," I snark out through the phone.
"It's great. San, tell me what happened!"
This is so funny.
"Honestly, Rachel wanted to know why Lil knew why there was a flap in guys underwear. Then she said she played a little 'show me yours' with her friend that just so happens to be a boy. She really doesn't seem scarred," I say as nonchalant as possible.
"Should I tell my parents?"
"Do you really think they'll care? Britt, your mom walked in on me going down on you when we were 15 and then told us to proceed as she re-closed the door," I say facing the wall and when I turn back around, guess who's right there?
Just guess?
Of course Rachel sneaks up behind me when I'm talking about having sex with the one other girl I've ever had sex with. Seriously, what are the odds? Like a million to one?
"Yeah, you're probably right."
Rachel whispers to me, "Where's Lily?"
She isn't upset about what I just said to Britt! I gesture over towards Quinn and Lily who are starting to walk over to us, each with a rainbow sprinkled cone in their hands.
"Hey, Britt I have to go. We're taking Little One to see a movie and it starts soon. Have a good rest of the day with the Wheels family!"
Both Rachel and Quinn give me their "that was rude" face and Brittany actually says, "That's mean, San."
Lily wins though: she stomps on my foot.
"Okay! Have a good day with the Abrams. There are you all happy?"
How many ladies can whip Santana today?
Four.
You know what's difficult? Buying concessions for an eight year old. Because the ice cream clearly wasn't enough, she also needed Sour Patch Kids... no M&Ms... no Skittles... no popcorn... no wait, Sour Patch Kids.
It's a good thing we got to the theatre thirty minutes early because it took us ten minutes to get away from the concession counter. The best part was that only Little One wanted something. Well, actually Quinn and I both ordered diet Pepsi's but that wasn't a big decision.
Luckily, we walked into the theatre before the previews started and finding four seats could become difficult. The seating arrangement goes as such Quinn, Little One, Me, Rachel. I think that Lily was having a hard time deciding who she wanted to sit next to. Before she could realize that she couldn't sit next to all of us Rachel made the decision for her and pushed me into the aisle before herself.
Did I mention that Lily is super cuddly. This isn't my first movie excursion with her so I knew it was coming. She lifted up the arm rest between us, then lifted up my arm and snuggled right into my side.
On my other side, Rachel did the exact same thing. So, I've got my best friend's little sister curled into me on one side and my girlfriend cuddling with me on the other side.
And then there's Quinn. All by herself. Again.
I am getting really good at feeling bad for people.
About twenty minutes into the movie, I think that a certain perceptive Pierce girl realizes that Quinn has been left out of the cuddle fest. She whispers, "Sorry, Santana," and then removes my arm from her shoulder and scoots over in her seat. I know that Quinn wasn't expecting this.
Whatever! Now I have a free hand to hold Rachel's.
"What happened to Lily?" Rachel whispers and looks up at me from my shoulder.
I nod in the direction of Little One and Quinn and Rachel leans forward a little to see.
"Well that's cute," Rachel whispers when she gets back to my shoulder.
"Little One always does that," I whisper through a little laugh.
"Well, it's adorable."
"I know."
I kiss her forehead and settle my cheek on her head. Her hair smells great, as always. She's holding my hand with one of hers and with the other she's tracing lazy designs. Something that simple still gives me that fluttery feeling in my stomach.
Sorry, I have to go, these Kung Fu fighting animals and quasi-PDA time with Rach are much more important. Besides, you can easily see this movie on your own.
Well that was thoroughly entertaining. Yup, Santana Lopez: a sucker for rom/coms and animated kids' movies. Who'd have thought?
"Hey, the movie got out with perfect timing. We told Brittany we'd have you home by 7:30 and here it is, 7:15," Rachel says to Lily, who is not happy to hear that PezBerry and Quinn fun time is ending.
"But Brittany won't even be home!" Lily says as if that makes a difference.
"But your mom and dad are home, Little One," I remind her.
"Oh yeah," she huffs and crosses her arms. She starts walking out of the theatre and the three of us follow very close behind her.
"Umm..." Quinn starts.
"Yes, Quinn?" Rachel asks a little too enthusiastically. I shoot her a look that tells her it might be a little too much, but it's kind of unnecessary because she's already figured it out.
"Could you guys, possibly give me a ride to my house?" Quinn asks shyly.
Wow! What's happening to Q? I don't remember her ever being this shy. She's always been kind of a bitch. Like, I don't give a fuck whose face I'm stepping on, I'm getting what I want, bitch. Even after her pregnancy, which, let's be serious, probably should have been a little more humbling for her.
"Of course we can," Rachel answers sweetly. Much better.
"Quinn's coming to bring me home?" Lily asks stopping her march and turning around.
"Looks like it!" Quinn says and rushes forward to turn Lily around and start walking again. As per usual, Lily grabs Quinn's hand.
"This isn't that hard," Rachel whispers to me when Lily and Quinn are just far enough not to hear.
She's right, this was pretty easy. Although, the thing with this though is that we didn't really hangout with Quinn. We went to a movie and now we're taking her to her house. There's one more important element to this not being that hard, "We have a buffer."
"A what?" Rachel scoffs at a whisper.
"We're parked in the South garage!" I call out to Quinn and then whisper to Rachel, "Little One is our buffer. She prevents anything from going down. We feel like we have to be civilized humans in front of her so we don't let anything happen."
"Oh," Rachel says and then she sighs and says, "I don't understand. Why do you think a friendship with her is going to be so difficult?"
"Because it is," it's that simple, "It's not easy going from 'frenimies.' And you and Quinn have always been at odds."
"San, we're proof that people can change," she says to me simply.
Dammit! She's right again! Leave it to my own relationship to possibly prove me wrong.
Okay, here's why I'm really so wary about this whole Quinn friendship thing: I still think she has a thing for Rachel. Seriously, there's no way those looks were coming out of jealousy of our relationship. Maybe out of jealousy that she wasn't with Rachel, but definitely not because she wishes she could be gay out loud.
But, this is what Rachel wants. And I have a really hard time saying "no" to the girl.
"You're right, babe," I say just as we get to the door that leads out to the parking garage that Quinn and Lily are on the other side of.
"I know," Rachel says, "and you know what else I bet I was right about?"
"Umm... what?" I say a little nervously.
"That you'll look super cute in these," she says opening up her Macy's bag and showing me the Green Lantern briefs that she clearly plotted to buy me.
"You are too much," I say shaking my head and smiling, as I push open the door in front of us.
"You love me!"
"I sure do," I say and kiss her, forgetting that Lily and Quinn have been waiting for us.
"Ew! Mushy stuff!" Little One yells out.
"Yeah, ew, mushy stuff," Quinn says scrunching her face at Lily. She grabs her hand and starts walking into the rows of cars.
"We're late," I say and push the button on my key that locks the doors so that Lily and Quinn can find it.
"Shot gun!" Rachel yells out and then books it for the car, passing Quinn and Little One. After about a second, they realize what's happening and join in on the mad dash to the car.
"Blitz!" Quinn yells.
"Blitz back!" Rachel yells back to Quinn.
Well, Rachel wins.
Little One fell asleep during the car ride home. I was pretty sure she was going to. She was basically a zombie when we gave her back to the Pierce Parents.
I love Brittany's parents by the way. The Pierces are like my second family... the Berry's are my third. They've always made me feel like I was family. Ever since the first time I stepped foot in Brittany's house when I was seven, I've felt like I could always go there. I know that if I didn't have Rachel and her dads, I'd the Pierces to turn to.
Anyways, Brittany's dad carried Lily upstairs to her room while the rest of us chatted it up with their mom. She already knows Q and me, so she had a few questions for Rachel. She's one of those parents that actually cares about what kids that aren't her own children have to say.
Rach was nervous. Yeah, a girl that can stand up in front of hundreds of people and sing her freaking heart out, was nervous speaking to one of her friend's parents. She barely let on that she was, but she grabbed my hand when we sat down and the questions kept coming.
I have a feeling Brittany had already told her about Rachel and me, but I'm pretty sure if she hadn't, her mom would have figured it out in that moment anyways. She acknowledged our hands, but kept to her line of questioning.
When Britt's dad came back down, the questions moved over to Quinn. She hasn't been around much so they wanted to do some catching up.
We just walked out the door. It's 8:30.
"Hey Rach," I start when we're all in the car, "why were you so nervous when Britt's mom was asking you all those questions?"
"She was nervous?" Quinn asks looking and sounding pretty damn confused.
"I was a little bit nervous," Rachel says turning to the back seat to look at Quinn.
"Well you fooled me. How did you know she was nervous?" Quinn asks, tapping on my shoulder.
I take my eyes off the road to look over at Rachel for a moment and then turn back saying, "She grabbed my hand and like, squeezed it so hard it practically went numb."
"I did not!"
"Close."
"Well, it was like meeting your parents again-"
"Nothing will ever be like meeting my mother was," I say interrupting her.
"What?" Quinn asks.
Nosy.
Luckily the questioning comes just as we pull up to her house.
"Perhaps another time, Quinn," Rachel says as my knuckles start turning white on the steering wheel. I'm not sure why I'm so mad. But I am. And thank god for Rachel because I'm not sure what could have possibly flown out of my mouth at Quinn.
"Okay," Quinn says in that shy voice that I'm really not used to hearing. "Umm... so... see you guys around?"
I see Rachel nod out of the corner of my eye and then hear the door open.
"Thanks for inviting me, by the way. I had a good time," she says and then lets out a little sigh, "for once."
And then she steps out of the car.
I wait to pull away as she finds her key and unlocks the door. Before she walks in, she turns around and gives us a little wave.
Well how can I be mad now?
Fuck.
"What's wrong with you?" Rachel asks as I pull away from Quinn's house.
"It's none of her business! That's what's wrong with me!" Oh there it is!
"You didn't hear the concern in her voice?" Rachel asks.
Here's that big heart she's got chillin' up in her chest. No, of course I didn't hear the "concern in her voice." All I heard was her nosy ass asking about things she doesn't need to know about.
See, once that buffer is gone...
"That isn't something I listen for when it comes to Q," I say in all honesty.
"Well, maybe you should try to change that," Rachel says just as I throw the car into park in the driveway.
"You're really determined to make this 'friendship' work out aren't you?"
"She isn't happy, Santana. I know she's spent a lot of time making my life miserable, but I'm not really that innocent either. I'm thinking that a clean slate is in order, for all of us. Maybe we'll find a friendship we never saw coming," Rachel says. She laces her fingers in between mine and brings my hand to her lips, "Besides, we all deserve second chances."
Not fair! I am so bad at saying no to her!
"Okay, babe, I'll try for real. But just so you know, I'm doing this for you and not for Quinn." Well not yet anyways. She really needs to prove to me that she doesn't want Rachel.
A/N: I am trying to write faster, but it's getting difficult to find time. I'm sorry that this is taking so long, but I promise that I'm not going to leave it hanging. Promise!