Hello again! Here's the next chapter!
One Month later…
Seven days. That's how long they had before opening night of the musical. The entire cast and crew had worked endlessly to make the production the best that it could possibly be. Victor, who was also the director, had them practice at least one scene a day for he entire month until all the scenes were perfect.
Rachel never worked harder on a thing before in her entire life. Neither had Santana. They were both exhausted after every rehearsal. Whenever they decided to hang out after practice, they usually spent the first hour or so after practice lounging on the couch watching TV.
Lounging and watching TV was actually the activity that Santana and Rachel were doing at that moment. They were at Santana's house and Santana now held the remote as she flipped through the endless channels, groaning when she realized that nothing semi-decent was on.
"Alright. Enough of this. We need to go out and do something entertaining. Got any ideas?" Santana stood up from the couch and began pacing around the room.
"I will do anything that doesn't involve me killing my legs any more than I already have," Rachel replied. She groaned as she tried to pull herself up from the couch. "I never thought that it would be this hard, but you know what? I kind of like it. I'm finally getting a taste of what real Broadway is like."
Santana glanced at Rachel, thinking about the throbbing pain in her thighs. "You're crazy, girl."
"I'm not crazy, Santana. I'm motivated and determined. Things are finally working out for me."
Santana took a seat again. "Okay, while you stay there and cheer about your sore legs, I'll be over here thinking of something fun to do."
"Oh come on Santana, you know you love me!" Rachel took a seat next to Santana.
"Yeah, sure," Santana said, "That's it."
Rachel rolled her eyes and started to think of any fun activities for them to do. Going to watch a movie could be an option, it required no fast movements or anything. The only problem was, no good movies were at the movie theatres, so a movie was not an option.
Santana's cell phone began to ring and he excused herself to go and answer it. "Hello?"
"Hey, Santana, it's Finn. What's up?"
"Finn, I can't talk now. I have a friend over." She tapped her fingers on the kitchen counter as she waited for his response.
"A friend?" Finn pretended to sound hurt. "Am I being replaced? I thought I was your best friend. You know, your one and only? The one you could never live without?"
"Shut up, Finn," Santana laughed. "But, seriously, I can't talk now. Can I call you back in a bit?" She hoped that Finn wouldn't start to question who she was with; she could not let him know she was with Rachel.
"I have to work later. I'll be quick, I swear."
Santana sighed and glanced in the living room to make sure Rachel was doing okay. Rachel was sitting on the couch, looking a bit bored, making Santana feel bad and want to end the call quickly. "Okay, Finn, what is it?"
"I was wondering where I could buy my ticket for your play," he said. "Can I preorder them or is it a buy at the door type of thing? I need to get one before your awesome acting skills makes it sell out."
"Well, actually everyone on the cast was given a few free tickets to the play, and since my dad can't make it for opening night, I was panning on giving you the extra ticket!" Santana's father couldn't get out of work that evening, he was a doctor and had already scheduled a surgery for that day a few months ago. He promised that he would be there for the second show, though.
"Seriously? Wow, thanks Santana, you didn't have to do that," Finn replied.
"It's really not a problem," Santana said. And besides, she needed him to be sitting front row so he could have a good view of Rachel during the performance! Santana smiled to herself. Rachel and Finn were in for a big surprise! "Okay, I've got to go. I'm sure I will see you soon."
"Bye," Finn responded, and hung up the phone.
Santana walked back into the living room and sat down next to Rachel again on the couch. "Did you think of any activities?" Santana asked her.
Rachel shook her head, "No not really."
The front door to Santana's house opened up and the girls heard some commotion coming from the foyer. Santana already knew who it was by the sound of load footsteps. Her grandmother had never been a very quiet person. She recalled that she told Rachel about her grandmother during the auditions, and figured that Rachel would probably want to meet her. And Santana knew that her grandmother was dying to meet the girl that she was in the play with. Besides Finn, Rachel was Santana's only really good friend, and her entire family couldn't wait to meet her.
"You know how I said that my abuela was the only reason why I am doing West Side Story?" Santana asked Rachel.
"Yeah, I remember, why?" Rachel asked.
"Do you want to meet her?" Santana asked, gesturing towards the foyer. "I know she really wants to meet you."
"She's here? Yes. Of course I'd like to meet her!" Rachel replied, excited to meet Santana's inspiration for the musical.
They both stood up from the couch and headed into the foyer, where n older woman stood, digging through her purse. She looked up from her purse and noticed them standing in front of her. "Oh, hello," she began. "Santana, who is this?"
"Abuela este es mi amiga Rachel," Santana said to her grandmother. "Rachel, meet my grandma."
Rachel stepped forward quickly and held out her hand, "It is so nice to meet you, I have heard so many wonderful things about you. You have a wonderful granddaughter." Rachel smiled at Santana when she said her last comment.
"Rachel, it is a pleasure to meet you as well. It's so nice to finally Santana's friend from the musical." Santana's grandmother said, shaking Rachel's hand in return.
"I'm sure you're very excited to see the play Friday night," Rachel said. "I hear that you're a big West Side Story fan, am I right?"
"Yes, I have always loved the story. It reminds me of how I met Santana's grandfather. His family and my family never saw eye to eye, but he and I connected from the very start. We stayed together in secret for the longest while, before we finally told our families about the affair. It was rough at first, but eventually everyone came together and it all worked out in the end," Santana's grandmother said, smiling as she became lost in her own thoughts of her deceased husband.
"Abuela, nunca me contó esa historia," Santana said in Spanish, and then switching back to English, "Why didn't you ever tell us that story? It's so sweet."
"It was a long time ago, and we liked to focus on the present and future instead of what used to be," her grandma replied. She turned to Rachel then, "Now that I've made you listen to my boring old stories, I'll leave you two to what you were doing."
"No, no, I loved the story. Like Santana said, it's sweet," I assured her. "It was nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too, Rachel," she said. "I hope I'll be seeing you again very soon. Santana, you should invite both Rachel and F-"
"Abuela, don't you have something to do in the kitchen?" Santana cut her grandmother off, giving her a warning glare, hoping that she would get the hint.
Her grandmother had no idea what Santana meant, but took the hint anyways, "Okay, I'll go, I know when I'm not wanted. I'll see you girls later." She walked off towards the kitchen, as confused as ever.
"What was that about?" Rachel asked Santana.
"Nothing. She just has some chores to do in the kitchen and I didn't want her to forget to do them, that's all," Santana lied. "Come on, let's go and see if there is anything good on TV now." Santana pulled Rachel by the arm into the living room, desperately trying to avoid any talk of Finn. Rachel was suspicious now, and if Santana had learnt anything about Rachel, it was that when Rachel wanted something she wanted it bad.
Sorry that one was a bit shorter, it's kind of a filler chapter. The next one will be a lot longer! :)