Although she had her last period free, Rachel usually just spent that time in the choir room, imagining solos that she could sing, before glee club started after school.
She decided to run through a number that would show off just how good she was, "which isn't hard because I'm so talented," she thought to herself, "I even made Run Joey Run sound amazing."
The small diva sang and danced around the room, and in true Rachel fashion she was so intense with emotion that her eyes were shut for most of her performance.
She finished, smiling to herself, facing to risers, bowing for an imaginary audience when she heard applause from behind her. She turned around to praise the applauder for appreciating her talent, but stopped dead, mouth still open when she realized it was Santana who was clapping for her.
"Santana, what, what are you doing here?" Rachel asked, clearly flustered by the intrusion. Santana was supposed to be with coach Sylvester working on routines for the cheerios.
"Not to worry, I'm only here to steal Mr. Schu's sheet music to give to Sue. You can get back to working on your hot little number alone once I have what I've come for." Santana said slightly smirking.
Rachel did not know what to address first, the fact that Santana was here to help sabotage the glee club or the fact that she called her hot, no her performance hot, is there a difference? "Wh… Why are you helping Sue sabotage us, you love the glee club Santana?" She said as she was finally able to form a complete thought.
"Don't worry Rachel, I'm just giving her some sheet music and telling her that it is what we plan to use in competition. I'm giving her some of the worst songs in history, and because she assumes everything we do is terrible, she won't question it." Santana said with a look on her face that said "duh" like Rachel should have known that already.
Rachel looked uneasy, and a little too happy.
"Umm, earth to Rachel, say something."
"You called me Rachel, twice." She said with a grin.
"That's your name isn't it?" Santana was starting to get annoyed.
"Well yes Santana that is my given name but from previous experiences, I have noticed that you like to call…" Rachel tried to explain that in the past she knew Santana had liked to use other, not so flattering names when addressing the diva.
"Ok so you like when I call you Rachel?" Santana said while gathering up the terrible sheet music from the drawer of songs to never use in competition.
"Very much so." Rachel said breathlessly.
"Good, I like it when you say my name too," Santana said and began to exit the room, "But I think I'd like it better if maybe you weren't saying it." The Latina winked at the small brunette and left the room.
"Oh my god," Rachel thought, "Did Santana just imply that she wants to hear me scream her name?" This was all too much for the singer; she had to sit down to make sure she didn't fall over.
"I really need to start bringing extra panties to school," Rachel thought, "Because these ones are surely ruined."