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Chapter 14

Santana wasn't having the best week of her young life. First she found out that her best friend has been in an abusive relationship for how long, she doesn't know, that news alone was enough to fuck up her week. Santana and Quinn have done nothing but argue anytime Santana tries to talk about what happened with Tyler. Quinn refuses to talk about it. Telling Santana to let it go and if she feels like talking about it then she'll let Santana know. So to avoid Santana and the questions about Tyler, Quinn has been spending most of her time at Tina's or Rachel's. Santana and Quinn haven't really hung out this past week. So Santana is making it her goal to try in fix her relationship with her best friend when Quinn comes home tomorrow.

And then there's the whole situation with still not having a furnished apartment. An apartment she has yet to tell her father about. Carmelo has been trying to get in touch with her all week. Santana has been cutting their conversation short. Telling her dad that she's busy or just not picking up the phone at all. She knows he doesn't deserve that, but she has a lot on her mind and can't worry about making small talk with her dad.

On top of all that, the way she's been handling things has been creating tension between her and Rachel. Santana finds herself picking fights with Rachel for nothing. Like the argument she has started have been over really ridicules stuff. Like yesterday morning Rachel wore her hoody out to the mail box because it was closer. Santana made a big deal about Rachel just wearing her stuff whenever she felt. Even though at the same time Santana was sitting around in Rachel's leaving room, in Rachel's robe. Or how about last night when Rachel refused to spend the night because the air mattress made her uncomfortable. Santana had told Rachel that she just didn't want to spend time with her, that's why she was going home. Santana ignored the fact that Rachel had also invited her over to spend the night. Rachel just thought she had a more comfortable bed. In the end, Rachel just stopped arguing and went home. Santana spent the night alone.

Now she finds herself sitting in her car waiting on Mike to pick her up from work. Earlier in week she had caught a flat while pulling into a parking spot at her apartment. She didn't have a spare tire at the time and Rachel was over so they just used Rachel's car. But now that she has pissed the other girl off, she thinks calling and asking for a ride to and from work would be unwelcomed. So instead she called Mike to be her driver for the day since the boy wasn't working today.

Santana's mouth opens in surprise when Rachel pulls up alongside the store where she was instructed to wait on her ride at.

"Are you just going to stand there or get in?" Rachel asks through the rolled down passenger window.

"What are you doing here?" She knows it's rude but she doesn't feel like making small talk. She just needs to find out if she needs to call Mike and let him know she no longer needs a ride.

"Mike already knows I'm picking you up." Santana gives Rachel a questioning look. "He was at my apartment this morning when you called and asked for a ride to work."

"Oh." Santana sets back and watches the houses pass as they make their way to her apartment.

"How was work?" Rachel tries to make conversation after five minutes of silence.

"I'm sorry about last night." Santana ignores Rachel's question. She knows Rachel is just trying to make things less awkward between them. Santana really hates that she has the tendency to be an asshole when she's stressed. Rachel doesn't deserve the shit she puts her through.

"You should be." Rachel says while pulling into Santana's parking lot. Santana rolls her eyes and looks through her purse for her apartment key.

"Are you going to come in?" She says with her key in her hand. Santana watches Rachel nod and reach into the back of her car behind Santana's seat.

"For you." Rachel presents her with a single yellow rose and a CD. As Santana takes the items from Rachel she sees the CD case. For My Beautiful Girl is written across the CD cover.

"Rach…baby…you made me a CD?" Santana gasp. "And this rose…" She smiles over at her girlfriend. "Thank you." Santana says leaning over to kiss Rachel.

"I'm such a bitch." Santana says pulling back after they share a few kisses. "And you still did this for me." She shakes her head. Santana really wants to cry. Rachel is too good to her. No one has ever done something like this for her.

"Oh please San…" Rachel chuckles while opening her car door. "You're a bitch most of the time. I just have a lot of patience and for some reason I'm still attracted to you."

When Rachel says that it makes Santana think that Rachel knows that Santana's not perfect and will have those times where she might mess up or pick fights for no reason. But Rachel accepts that about her and the rose and CD is kind of like a symbol showing that.

"Shut up and let's go have hot make up sex." Santana says, meeting Rachel in front of the car.

"Ugh…I don't know. I was serious when I said I was not getting back on that air mattress."

"Shower?"

"Sure."

$%^&*((%$

"She made you a CD?" Mack laughs. "I thought we were in college not high school."

"Shut up." Santana kicks at Mack as she walks passed the bed she's sitting on. "It's cute. She's cute and there is nothing wrong with making a CD for your girlfriend."

"Yeah…okay." Mack rolls her eyes.

Santana is currently sitting on Mack's bed watching the girl finish getting dressed. Mack called her a few hours ago and insisted that Santana went out with her. Mack argued that it would be a good way to get her mind off of all the shit Santana has going on right now. Santana only agreed after Mack pointed out that they haven't gone out for a while nor has Santana hung out with just her for a couple of weeks now.

Now Santana finds herself moving her eyes away from her friend when Mack starts to lift her shirt to take it off. It's not like Santana hasn't seen Mack in just a bra before, but that was before Rachel. And before her relationship with Mack went into a strictly friends status, but she's still human and Mack is hot. So she has to turn away from the temptation.

"I thought you had a flat? How'd you get over here, Rachel?" Mack asks pulling on a cute little top she plans on wearing tonight.

"Yeah….Rachel dropped me off." Santana says while making a memo in her phone to remember to get one of the guys to change her tire tomorrow. Rachel dropped her off after she explained that Mack wanted to take her out to help her relax. Plus it was their way of spending time together. Rachel seemed to understand that and didn't question Santana nor suggest for her and Mack to do something that didn't included dancing with random strangers. Santana thinks Rachel cool attitude towards her partying with Mack is amazing. Rachel is amazing.

"Cool." Mack grabs some heels from her closet and walks passed Santana. "Okay…let's go party bitch!"

^$%*&()

The next afternoon Santana wakes with a headache. Mack had her roommate Toni drop them off at the club last night. Mack had deemed last night Fuck Em night. The whole purpose of their club adventure last night was for Santana to get extremely drunk and Mack to have some drinks but still be able to make sure they got home safe. But just the fact that Mack was planning on drinking at all was more than a reason to get dropped off and then catch a taxi home from the club. They were thinking responsibly.

Santana groans as she gets up from the couch to use the bathroom. When she comes out of the bathroom she heads into the kitchen for some water.

"Fuck." Santana jumps back and closes her eyes when she walks into the kitchen to see a girl sitting on the counter with a cup in her hand. "Um…" The girl is in nothing but a bathrobe and some panties. When Santana walked into the kitchen the robe was half off her shoulder, exposing her left breast.

"You must not remember last night?" Santana hear the girl say.

"What?" Santana eyes open wide at those words. What the fuck happened last night. She knows she wasn't that fucked up…or was she.

Santana starts to panic. Did she fuck up last night? But she woke on the couch. Fully clothed at that…well her shit was off. But she still had her undershirt on. She doesn't remember even flirting with any girls.

"Shit." She rubs her head. Damn she needs some water.

"Here." As if reading her mind the unknown, mostly naked, girl slides off the counter and turns the water on. Santana watches as the girl gets a cup and fills it with water before holding it out for Santana.

"Thanks." Santana says taking the water, making sure to look everywhere else but the naked girl.

"You can look at me. My robe is closed. Even though…it's not like it's something you've never seen before." The girl chuckles.

Santana doesn't find it funny.

"Where's Mack?" Santana asks looking at the unknown woman now.

"Sleep." Is the only response she gets before the room goes back to silence.

"Fuck." Santana jumps when her phone vibrates in her pocket.

"You love that word, huh?" The naked girl smirks. Santana ignores her and pull out her phone to see who's calling her. It's Rachel. Santana starts to hit ignore but change her mind and let it just ring. If she hit ignore Rachel would have a fit, just letting it ring might make Rachel think she's still asleep.

"What's your name?" She figures she needs to stop referring to the women as the naked girl in her head and put a name to who she's speaking with.

"Carter."

"Your names Carter?" Santana frowns.

"Last. Carter is my last name." Carter pushes away from the counter she was leaning on and walks closer to Santana.

Santana is not paying attention though. She's looking at the missed calls she has. Two from Rachel and one from Mike. She opens her text and sees she has three unread ones. She opens them.

Mike: Wake Up! Do you need me to come over to take care of your tire?

Mike had texted her at nine this morning. Santana rolls her eyes. Surly he wasn't expecting her to respond back to that right away. Everyone knows she doesn't wake up before ten on her days off.

She quickly text him back saying that would be great and to come over around three. Santana sees that it's a little past one right now so that'll give her plenty of time to get home and shower before having people over.

Quinn: Hey. How was last night? Get milk before you come home.

Quinn sent her that text forty five minutes ago. Santana texts back saying she'll be home soon with milk.

"Santana?" Santana was about to open her last text that was from Rachel when she heard her name.

"How do you know my name?" She questions as she looks up from her phone. Carter just rolls her eyes. "And when did you get so close?" Carter is literally in her personal space. Santana takes a step back.

"Wow." Carter laughs. "You really were fucked up last night?"

"I have a girlfriend." Santana feels the need to inform this girl she doesn't know.

"Okay?" Carter laughs and stares at her.

"Please tell me I didn't sleep with you." Santana sighs out. Santana phone vibrates again and she looks back down at it.

"You really don't remember?" Santana ignore Carter as she looks back down at her text messages.

Rachel: Hey are you up yet. Do I need to pick you up something for your head before I pick you up from Macks?

The first text from Rachel reads. Damn. Santana forgot that Rachel said she would pick her up and take her home from Mack's today. Santana is already thinking about how she's going to get out of riding home with Rachel. She needs to find someone else to pick her up.

Rachel: Santana (in my singing voice) babe wake up! Its past noon Santana Lopez!

"You make the cutes faces when you're trying to think." Santana hear Carter gush. Santana thinks Carter is creepy. She doesn't even know Santana like that but could read her facial expressing pretty good. Weird girl.

"Look." Santana slide her phone back into her pocket without responding to Rachel's text messages. "My names Santana and apparently your name is Carter. We both got that. Good. Moving on…" She starts staring at Carter. "Obvious I don't remember last night. I'm trying to be real cool and calm about this but all I really want to know…no…all I need to know is did we fuck?" Santana rushes out. "Just tell me…" Her phone vibrates again. Santana pulls it out of her pocket.

Rachel: I'm on my way. I have to be at work at 3 so you better be ready to go when I get there.

"Fuck."

TBC