Summer Vaca
Day 13
Rachel's appendectomy was exactly a week ago. For exactly a week, my life has been slightly hellish.
I'm just going to say this: Rachel is determined. Imagine how difficult it is to deal with a determined girl that can't attend the camp that she's been waiting to attend since it ended last summer. They're doing FAME and she's already cast as Carmen. All she can talk about is how great a role it is and how difficult it's going to be. She keeps saying something about Method Acting and if it's what I think it is and if I know anything about this musical from listening to it over and over again, I don't think that she really wants to "get into character" with this one. I don't know from experience or anything but I'm pretty sure that crack really is whack.
I have to wake up at 6AM just so that I can stop her from getting on the elliptical.
I also have to keep turning down her advances, which sucks for both of us. She has to wait! Her doctor actually told her that she couldn't have sex for at least two weeks! It's only been one!
She's just so freaking stubborn!
Luckily, I've had some help. Everyone from glee club has been here at least once, including Finn. I actually welcomed his company.
Puck and Brittany have been here everyday (I guess Brittany's off Lily duty for last week and this week because her mom took them off). They saw how difficult Rachel has been when they came to visit last Wednesday and they decided that I needed their help. Kurt and Mercedes have been here almost just as much. I think they saw how difficult this is for Rachel so they came for support. Finally, our dear friend Quinn has has been here five times. She's been evenly splitting her time between us. I'm thinking she understands that this is difficult for both of us. Quinn's a little more observant than I thought.
Despite how difficult it's been, I don't love Rachel any less. How could I? I understand why she's being difficult. This is all she's ever wanted her entire life and she has to deal with this minor set back.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot... well actually, I didn't forget, I just forgot to mention it; Rachel's birthday is coming up. Like, soon. Like a week and a few days soon. I have a plan... I've had a plan for it, but I'm worried that she won't be able to go. I also haven't had to time to go out and get the gift that I want to get her. So, if you've been paying attention, the plan involves taking her somewhere and a gift. I have to talk to her dads and go to the mall.
My 6AM alarm is about to go off. I'm sure Rachel will figure out how early I've actually been waking up and try to beat me eventually, but for now, I'm good. She has an appointment today with her doctor. Who knows, maybe she'll tell her she can go to Triple Threat Camp on Thursday.
One can only hope.
Hey, 6AM. How are you today?
"Looks like you are healing up just fine, Rachel..."
Oh thank god!
"... I think you should definitely be able to attend that camp next week."
Crap.
A frustrated Rachel asks, "Not Thursday?"
"Just to be safe, no. Definitely on Tuesday, though," the doctor says as she writes in Rachel's file.
"Well how about the elliptical? Can I start exercising soon?"
"Let me ask you a question: does your stomach ever hurt if you walk up the stairs?" the doctor asks taking her attention away from whatever she's been writing.
"No..."
I shake my head and breathe out one of those throaty sighs.
"What?" Rachel scoffs.
"You groaned when we were walking up the stairs to get up here," I answer matter-of-factly.
"I haven't been exercising! It was little more difficult than usual," Rachel lies. I know she's lying. A week of not exercising doesn't make going up the stairs tiring.
"Whatever."
"Light elliptical... ing," the doctor answers, "nothing vigorous. You'll make sure she doesn't go overboard?" she asks me.
Yeah, sure! She has no idea how difficult that's going to be, "Uh huh."
I can see another question on Rachel's mind. I know exactly what she wants to ask. Being the proper girl that she is, she has no idea how to ask it. I'm not going to. Hmmm... this should be interesting.
"Okay, do you have anymore questions, Rachel?" the doctor asks, closing up the file and getting up from her stool.
"Ummm... actually... yes... just one more," Rachel says balling up the johnny she's wearing.
"Ask away."
"Well, last week after my operation, the surgeon told me that we... well, I... couldn't ummm... partake in... uh..."
Oh my god.
"Sex. She wants to know if we can have sex," I finally spit out for her.
"Umm... oh... you two are... I see," she sits back down and opens up the file again. I have a feeling that she's writing down "sexually active" in Rachel's file. She's in for a treat her next physical.
My bad.
"I think it should be okay, but nothing too vigorous, like the exercising," she says when she's done writing, "and if that's all you have for questions, I will hopefully not see you again until your next physical, Rachel. Even though sick kids give me job security, I don't really like to see them in here when they are."
"Thanks, Dr. Allard," Rachel says hopping off of the table.
The doctor turns around just as she's about to open the door and looks right at me, "How old are you?"
Uuuhhh... "Seventeen," I gulp out.
"Oh, okay. Have a nice day ladies," she says and then walks out the door.
"Why did she ask me how old I was?" I ask Rachel as she pulls her shorts on.
"Statutory rape laws...?" Rachel shrugs.
"Ummm... what? Isn't she like, sworn to confidentiality or something?" I ask without thinking, because I know full well that she has an obligation to report child abuse and whatnot.
"San, don't worry about it. We aren't doing anything wrong. Besides, my birthday is in ten days and then we'll be the same age and it won't even matter. It doesn't matter anyways, I'm sixteen, now! It's those fifteen year olds you have to look out for," Rachel says through a laugh. "Can you untie me?"
"So," changing the subject, "what do you want to do for the rest of the day?"
"Well," she says turning around, "I was thinking..." she lets the johnny fall and her bare chest is right in my face, "... we could do some not so vigorous..." she straddles my legs and sits down, "exercise," finally she leans in kisses me.
Another advance I have to turn down. As much as I'd love to get in on in the doctor's office... what the fuck am I saying? Of course I want to get it on in the doctor's office!
"Stand back up," I husk out as Rachel kisses down my neck, "and take your shorts off."
We can't take too long, that'll be quite suspicious. Rachel can have the fun... I'll just be a little uncomfortable for a bit.
Rachel smiles big and beautiful at my requests. She does both and I'm thinking suddenly that she should probably at least put her shirt on, "Umm... maybe you should put your shirt on, babe."
"No one's going to walk in here, San-"
"Please. Just humor me."
"Fine," she says as she takes her shirt from my hand. After it's over head and on her body, I grab it in my fist and pull her towards me... not too vigorously, of course. She snickers a little bit, then straddles and sits on my legs. "I've wanted this all week," she moans as I kiss her neck and tease her over her underwear.
"You have?" I ask knowing full well that she isn't lying and as I hook my finger on the waistband of her underwear.
"You know it's true," she whispers, then takes my hand and shoves it down, beyond the waistband and underneath the fabric.
Impatient much?
"Do you want me to do this or are you going to do it with my hand?"
Rachel giggles and says, "You were taking too lon-mmm... San..." Her face finds its way into my neck as my fingers find her clit.
"Don't move too much, okay babe?"
"Where am I... mmm... gonna go?"
Okay so my free arm might be wrapped around her back and pretty much holding her down so she can't go anywhere.
"I don't want you to get hurt-"
"I'm fine," she says grabbing my face and then biting down on her lip, "and if you'd just push down a little harder... uh huh... we can go home and... oh god... it'll be your turn."
I have a feeling a little speed won't hurt things either.
"Uh huh, just like that."
"Nothing hurts?"
"Shh... I'm so... close."
Good, because we should probably get out of here. Let me just find that itty bitty spot just under-
"Oh right there. Don't stop... San... don't stop..."
I'm guessing just a couple more pushes up and...
Silence.
And grabbing. Hard.
Ow.
"Is someone still in here?"
Oh shit.
And of course Rachel's laughing.
"Your face is priceless right now."
"We'll be out in a second. There was a slight..." I look around and the first thing I see, "bra issue."
"What?" Rachel whispers.
"Okay, just make it quick."
"It's the first thing I thought of. Get dressed, babe, please."
"I thought I was having bra issues?"
No response. I just have a look for her. Guess what it looks like.
"I love it when you get all frustrated with me! It's so sexy," she says as she maneuvers her bra on under her shirt.
Well, now I'm torn! Do I let her get to me and get all frustrated, which she thinks is sexy, or do I not let her get to me?
Maybe I'll choose my battles...
"Okay, sweetheart, let's go home," she says grabbing my hand. Before she can start pulling and exert more than necessary effort, I stand up and start walking with her towards the door. I've learned to stay at least two steps ahead of her in the last week.
Rachel opens the door and I turn around to make sure that we didn't leave anything behind. You never know with my luck. As we're stepping through the door, I get some hand sanitizer off the thing on the wall. This shit smells like bubble gum! Only a pediatrician would have something like that.
"Bye, Dr. Allard!" Rachel says as we pass her. I look back for some reason and I see her quirk up a questioning eyebrow.
Oops.
This big, stupid grin smacks itself on my face and when we're out of the waiting area and in the hallway, Rachel asks, "Why are you smiling like that?"
I laugh a little and whisper, "You just came in an exam room in your doctor's office."
"A) Public place," she says looking around her to make sure that no one was in ear shot to hear me, "and B) I know. I feel quite rebellious."
"My little rebel," I say scrunching my nose at her while we walk down the stairs, "ouch."
So, turning my head stings a little bit. No biggie.
"What's wrong?" Rachel asks with all of her concern.
"Nothing, babe. Don't worry about it, okay?"
"Don't give me that! You said 'ouch' for a reason!"
Well, she asked for it.
"You kinda, sorta, dug your fingernails into my neck when you did that oh so rebellious thing in the exam room," I say as I pull my keys out of my pocket.
"I what? Oh my god! Let me see!" she stops us just as we get to the mat that you step on the make the doors slide open, so they open but we don't keep going. I bend down a little so that she doesn't start jumping up to see my neck. Two steps ahead. "Oh no! You're bleeding! Well, you aren't really bleeding anymore, but you were! Why didn't you say anything?"
I roll my eyes and start walking again, "It wasn't a big deal. It still isn't. Babe, it's fine. Usually you're able to move a little bit more, but that was all you could do. Besides, that's like, a battle scar; it's something to be proud of," I nudge her a little bit as we get to my car.
She huffs and says, "I'm putting a band-aid on that when we get home."
"Whatever you want, babe."
"Can vegans not eat animal crackers?"
"I love you Britt, but sometimes..."
"Let me see the package," Rachel says and grabs the bag from Brittany's extended hand.
"I bet they're made with milk," Puck says walking in from the living room.
"Actually, these have whey in them, so yes, they are made with milk," Rachel says and hands the bag back to Brittany.
"Boom! My name's Puck and I'm awesome!"
Eye roll to like, the hundredth degree.
"Oh, I just figured you couldn't eat them because they were shaped like animals," Brittany says with a shrug and stuffs a giraffe in her mouth, "like you can't eat gummy bears."
"No, B, she can't eat gummy bears because of the gelatin that might be made out of pig's feet," Quinn answers as she walks out of the bathroom.
"Ewww! I'm not eating gummy bears anymore! Or gummy anything. That's disgusting," Brittany says and closes up the bag of animal crackers.
"Not all gummy foods are made with gelatin. They just have a lot of sugar in them so I avoid them anyways. I'll get my carbs elsewhere thank you very much," Rachel informs the table.
I feel a little nudge at my ribs and of course it's Puck who wants to play video games in the living room. He didn't even have to tell me. He has his, "I'm gonna kick your ass this time" look on his face. It's always wrong.
"Bro time in the living room!" he says as I'm nodding to him.
"Really? 'Bro time?' Who are you?" I scoff as we sit down on the sectional.
"I really just wanted to talk to you about what you're doing for your girl's b-day. It's soon," Puck says as grabbing a controller off of the coffee table.
He knows that Rachel's birthday is soon? How does he... oh right, Temple and baht... no bar... I don't know... something mitzvah. Of course he knows when her birthday is. I bet she knows when his is, too.
I guess there's also Facebook.
"It's a secret."
"What? Come on Bro! You have to tell me!"
"No way! You can't keep your damn mouth shut! Besides, I'm not telling anyone... except her Dads... I need to ask them something."
He laughs and just as our fight starts he sarcastically asks, "What are you taking her over state lines or something."
Ummm...
"Come on bro, stop blocking my hits and take it like a man!"
So I may have stopped pressing the buttons on the controller.
"Dude! What the- you are taking her over state lines! And you're asking her dads for permission? Oh. My. God!" he starts cracking up and even drops the controller on the floor, "dude, that's so, like, medieval..."
"I think the word you're looking for is chivalrous, something you know literally nothing about."
"Oh please! Who needs chivalry when you've got these guns," Puck says and flexes his stupid biceps.
"You're gross. And an idiot."
"You went for it. So did the other three ladies in this house," he says with his stupid Puck face.
"Okay, fifty percent of those 'ladies' are gay and the other two will not be hopping on the 'Noah Puckerman Express' anytime soon, trust me. Now pick up that controller so I can kick your ass for reals! Well, for fake, but for real!" I unpause the game and start wailing on his guy. Lots and lots of backflips that keep getting blocked because he won't touch his controller.
"Chill out! I was joking!"
"I know! But you know how well I take joking! Let me just take it out on an animated video game person!"
"I'm fighting the winner!" I hear Rachel's voice behind me.
"It's gonna be me!"
"Oh good, I love kicking your ass at this game," Rachel says as she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses my cheek.
"What have youtwo been talking about?" Brittany asks because she's nosy.
I give Puckerman a look out of the corner of my eye and he answers, "Chivalry."
"Was she giving you a lesson?" Quinn asks all snarky from the reclining seat in the sectional.
"Sort of."
"Bam! KO! Give that controller to Rachel so she can kick my ass." Did I really just say that?
"This game is too violent!" Brittany says from her own little corner of the couch.
"I thought so, too, Britt, but then San taught me how to play it and now I think it's the best thing ever. How about you play the winner of this one?" Rachel says to Brittany with a small version of the pout she usually gives to me.
"Okay, but don't get mad at me if I stop playing because I think it's too much."
That pout works on everyone! Rachel must have gotten everything she ever wanted as a kid!
"I won't," she nudges me a little and whispers, "Christie is about to kick Law's ass."
I hear both Quinn and Puckerman snicker as the fight starts.
"Come on! Quit it with the Brazilian, kung fu, break dancing shit, Rach!"
"That's what she does, San!"
"She's kicking your ass!"
"Shut it, Puckerman!"
"Go Rach!"
"Q?"
"Kick her ass, Rachel!"
"Britt?"
Every time! I don't get it! Am I wearing a sign that says "don't ever cheer for me" or something?
And an eruption of cheers from the gallery of anti-Santanas. "Here you go Britt, it's all yours," I say handing her the controller.
"Just letting you know, Rach, you're going down."
"Yeah, sure Brittany."
"Oh it's on-"
"Like Donkey Kong?"
"Really, Q?" I ask and just then my phone starts ringing, "It's probably my Da..."
Not my Dad.
My phone clearly says 'Mamá.'
"Umm... I'm gonna take this in the kitchen."
I feel like Rachel instantly knew who it was because she just continues with the game but gives me a look when I glance back at her on my way to the kitchen. It was slight and no one else really noticed, which is perfect because no one is following me into the kitchen.
Okay, deep breath and push the green button... "Hello?"
"Hola, Mija."
"Hola... Mamá."
"Comó estas?"
"Honesto? No sé, Mamá. Dos segundos atrás, estaba muy bien, pero ahora, yo no sé."
"Que es mi culpa... lo siento, mijá! Quiero empezar a hacer las cosas mejor."
"Cómo?"
"Cena... esta noche... con tu... novia. Tengo esta noche fuera."
"Rachel's-"
"Vegan. Yo sé. Tu Papá me dijo. There's a chinese restaurant a few towns over that I thought we could go to. Una de las enfermeras me lo contó."
"I was actually going to say that she's still recovering from the operation and she can't really eat much... but that was... really thoughtful of you."
I really don't know what's going on right now. I don't know what to do. I'm not even sure where my answers are coming from.
I don't know how to talk to my mother.
"¡Ay dios mio! ¿Cómo podría olvidarlo? ¡Puede tener sopa! Por favor, mijá. I really want to do this," she sounds kind of desperate. I wonder how much of this my father is putting her up to.
"I have to ask Rachel if she's up to it, hold on a second," I put the phone on the island and walk to the doorway. Rachel isn't playing the game anymore. It looks like Brittany beat her and Quinn called winner. Perfect. "Hey, Rach?" I get her attention and when she looks back at me, I nod back towards the kitchen with a facial expression that I'm sure says "come to the kitchen as quick as your appendix-less body can take you."
"Is everything okay?" Rachel asks after she had excused herself from the living room and came into the kitchen.
"My Mom's on the phone," I whisper.
Rachel pretty much only forms the "wh" in what.
"Yeah and she wants to take us to dinner tonight, she even knows that you're vegan and she wants to take us to some chinese restaurant where you're gonna have to get soup because you can't really eat anything yet-"
Rachel has stopped my rant with her hand, "Okay, is she still on the phone?"
I nod because her hand is still on my mouth.
"Tell her that we'll go to dinner with her-"
"Eeweeouswy?"
"What... oh, sorry," Rachel says taking her hand off of my mouth finally.
"Seriously?"
Like, seriously? She wants to do this?
"Of course, beautiful. You want to get your mother back, right?" I nod, "Then I'll do whatever I can to help you do that. Even eat soup awkwardly at a Chinese food restaurant with your mom." Luckily she's whispering and I don't think my mother can hear her.
"You are so wonderful."
"You're the wonderful one," she kisses me and then says, "now tell your mother that we're going to dinner with her."
"Okay," I pick up my phone off the island and say into it, "Que hora es la cena?"
"Seis y media. Are you coming?" she sounds... excited...?
"Yes," I say tentatively for some reason.
"Gracias, mijá. I'll send you a text with the name of the restaurant. Esto ver a ser bueno. Te lo prometo."
"Okay. We'll see you at six thirty. We have to get ready. Adios, Mamá."
"Adios, Mijá! Te amo."
"Te... amo... también."
Holy shit.
"Are you guys gonna come back? We need someone to play Puck... ummm... is everything okay?" I hear Quinn's voice behind me.
"Yes, Quinn, of course everything is alright!" Rachel answers in a very perky tone that didn't sound suspicious at all.
"Okaaay... so I didn't just overhear the end of a phone conversation that Santana was having with her mother?" Quinn asks because she's nosy, as usual.
I guess I should just tell her, "Yeah, that was my Mom. She wants to have dinner with Rachel and me and it's weird."
"What's weird?" Brittany says from behind Quinn. Both she and Puckerman walk into the kitchen.
Well now it's party.
"Santana's mother called her and invited her and myself to dinner this evening," Rachel answers for us.
"Does she know that you're vegan?" Puckerman asks as he pulls a stool out from the under the island and sits down.
"Actually, yeah, she did know. She's taking us to a Chinese restaurant that serves vegan stuff," I say still puzzled over her knowledge.
Something really just doesn't seem right about all this.
Interestingly enough, I feel like someone else in this room senses it, too.
It's Quinn.
She just keeps looking at me with these concerned eyes. Quite the change from Miss Fabray. But, I guess if anyone knows shitty parents, it's her.
Crap. It's already 5:30. "We should probably start getting ready," I say to everyone in a not-so-excited voice.
"Well, good luck with Crazy Mama Lopez," Puckerman says giving me a little punch to my shoulder and then walking over to Rachel to give her a hug.
"Wanna FaceTime about it later?" Brittany asks as she hugs me goodbye.
"Sounds perfect."
"Bye, Rach. It was fun kicking your ass in that violent but entertaining video game," Brittany says as she hugs Rachel.
"It was my pleasure," Rachel says graciously and with a hint of a laugh.
"Bye, Q," I say to Quinn who is just walking away without saying anything.
You know, she's really sending a bunch of mixed signals. I am not a fan of it.
"Bye, S. Bye, Rachel. Thanks for having me," she says back and then walks out of the kitchen before Britt and Puckerman.
Fucking weird.
"That was strange," Rachel says after they've all left the house.
"Yeah, well, that's Quinn for you," I say rolling my eyes.
Then I get a text message.
From Q:
Good luck with your mom tonight. Let me know how it goes? Even if it doesn't go well. Maybe we can commiserate together.
What the fuck? Where did that come from? And why couldn't she have just said that in front of everyone?
"So, are you ready to go?" Rachel asks as she lightly takes my hand.
"Would it be rude to cancel?"
"Entirely."
"Then I'm ready."
Honesto? No sé, Mamá. Dos segundos atrás, estaba muy bien, pero ahora, yo no sé - Honestly? I don't know, Mamá. Two seconds ago I was great, but now, I don't know.
Que es mi culpa... lo siento, mijá! Quiero empezar a hacer las cosas mejor. - It's my fault. I'm sorry, my daughter! I want to start to make things better
Comó? - How?
Cena... esta noche... con tu... novia. Tengo esta noche fuera. - Dinner... tonight... with your... girlfriend. I have tonight off.
Yo sé. Tu Papá me dijo. - I know. Your father told me.
Una de las enfermeras me lo contó - One of the nurses told me about it.
¡Ay dios mio! ¿Cómo podría olvidarlo? ¡Puede tener sopa! Por favor, mijá. - Oh my god! How could I forget? She can have soup! Please.
Que hora es la cena? - What time is dinner?
Seis y media. - 6:30
Esto ver a ser bueno. Te lo prometo. - This is going to be good. I promise.
A/N: So I'm actually posting this before I'm finished with the chapter that's three in the future... if that makes sense. I'm just tired of being so slow with this. Hopefully you enjoyed this! Let me know!
A/N 2: You should also go to my profile and click on the link to my Glee Project audition! Yeah, I'm shamelessly asking you to do that for me. Hey, those of you who read We Laugh Just a Little Too Loud know full well that I'm an attention whore.