Thin Lines

Chapter Three - The Silent Treatment

Rachel was surprised when she woke up to a comfy bed instead of the leather seat that was Santana's car, wrapped up in her own blanket, laying in her own room. She looked to the side and wasn't surprised when she saw another body in the bed with her, she was though, slightly concerned at why there was always a body next to her when she woke up "Santana, did you fall asleep in my bed again?" she asked a little too loudly in Santana's ear and the Latina jumped up awake "What the flipping hell Berry! Will you shut the hell up, I was sleeping here and that's all I deserve after putting up with you and your stubborn personality for the second time in a row, seriously! leave me alone, man hands" she spat not really meaning anything but she was tired, and she wanted Rachel Berry to just be quiet for once.

Rachel stared in shock before she backed away, it had been a while since that real HBIC tone was used with her and especially the name 'man hands' that Quinn had given her back in Sophomore year for absolutely no reason, her hands weren't even manly. She understood Santana was probably tired, but she shouldn't just snap out at her whenever she wanted to either. Rachel sat up and crossed her arms "Well Santana, before you rudely and meanly insulted me; I was going to thank you for not leaving me in your car all night in the middle of New York, now though I see you resent me for that and I'm sorry for waking you"

She climbed out of the bed and was glad she felt better then she had the last morning. She glared at Santana before walking into the bathroom. If Santana wanted to act like that, then she won't speak to her. Time to bring out her bag of tricks - yes, Rachel Berry did have them too, and she was using the Silent Treatment.

Santana woke up two hours later. She groaned and climbed out of Rachel Berry's bed, which was again very weird and she knew it was weird which was why she snapped out at Rachel so harshly. But the diva will get over it, she always did. So Santana wasn't worried and then dragged herself into the living room.

She saw Rachel on the sofa, and was surprised when Rachel did not comment once. She just shrugged and went to go make herself from breakfast before she sat down next to Rachel "What are you watching?"

No answer.

"Berry, I said what are you watching?"

Again, no answer. Now she knew Rachel was ignoring her.

"Fine" Santana grumbled and switched her focus on the Tv. Rachel finally realised it was too hard to just sit here so she got up to leave. Santana looked confused but then shook it off. Rachel will get over it soon.

After twenty minutes Santana was getting really annoyed, the apartment had been so quiet that it actually scared her. She actually didn't think Rachel could be quiet for this long. Maybe if she apologised to the diva, that would get Rachel to start speaking to her again. She didn't know why it was so important for Rachel to start speaking to her again, it was just weird not hearing her voice.

"Look Hobbit" Santana stopped Rachel before she was about to leave for NYADA "Whatever I did this morning I am sorry for, but you were being so loud when all I wanted was some sleep, you may not know this Berry but you're one of the most lo..where are you going?" Rachel didn't answer as she continued to walk towards the door. She opened it up and then left without another word.

"That midget, did not just walk away from me" Santana snapped.

It was the day that Santana feared would come. The day when she actually needed Rachel Berry. She looked through her contact list and saw the name and then clicked on it and started phoning the number. But it went straight to voicemail "She ignored me!" Santana yelled startling a homeless man who was sat beside her. Santana muttered curses about the girl before she tried again. Same result.

The ran was pouring down harder and Santana was freezing. She was stuck here with no way home and for once she needed Rachel and her crazy driving abilities to get her. She and Rachel both had their own cars but Santana didn't take hers. She gave up and just decided to leave a message 'Okay, I know for some reason you're mad at me, but I'm sitting on a road with a homeless man next to me and it's pouring out here and if you don't come get me I might just end being a hitchhiker, and I know how much you hate that, by the way this is Santana'

Santana ended the phone and just hoped to god Rachel listened to it.

Thankfully about ten minutes later. A car pulled up and Santana recognised it to be Rachel's, even the homeless guy had gone to find another spot and she was all alone. Now though Rachel was here, she knew Rachel would never be that cruel to leave her there. Not that cruel.

"About time, Berry"

Rachel kept her eyes in front of her and didn't even look at Santana.

"You still ignoring me?"

Rachel once again didn't answer and when Santana slammed her door close, Rachel started the engine without a word. Santana realised she had to do something, if even apologising didn't work, what would?

She turned on the radio and put on a track she knew Rachel couldn't resist but to sing to her with. Every time they heard this song they would both sing together and maybe then Rachel would remember she was her friend. Rachel's eyes widened and narrowed when 'Whitney Houston - So Emotional' blasted through the speakers.

When Santana started singing Rachel bit her lip. Hopefully she could get to the apartment before her part of the song came on. She started driving quickly to get there, but made sure not to get over the speeding limit. Santana was waiting for her to crack, and before Rachel's part could come on. Rachel quickly turned off the radio.

Santana turned it back on.

Rachel quickly turned it off.

Santana even quicker turned it back on.

Rachel even quicker turned it back off.

Finally they were home and Rachel dived out of the car, lucky she didn't have to hear it so she didn't have to sing. Santana frowned "Dammit" and then climbed out after her. Rachel slammed her car door shut and then walked inside to their apartment, letting the door hit Santana who just rolled her eyes.

"This is getting ridiculous" Santana stated.

Rachel didn't respond, just walked into the kitchen to make herself some dinner.

"Mm, poor chicken, poor poor chicken" Santana was trying to torture Rachel into giving in. Rachel looked extremely uncomfortable but she didn't retaliate or respond and Santana was beginning to get worried but then smirked "Did I cure your vegan?"

Rachel scoffed.

"Ha! You..You scoffed at me"

Rachel looked down to her magazine not paying any attention "Berry!" Santana whined "How long is this going to go on for? You've made your point, whatever it was!" Rachel just rolled her eyes, obviously she hadn't if Santana still wasn't getting it.

"Ugh" Santana groaned "Do you want some chicken?" she asked waving the chicken in Rachel's face. Rachel stood up, not even flinching even though inside she was dying and hoping Santana would stop and then walked over to the sofa. Santana glared at her, time to resort to her last resort, violence.

Santana jumped out of her chair and dived for Rachel. The other girl screamed as she fell on the sofa and Santana moved until she was on top of her, straddling her hips "Talk to me!" she growled trying to pin Rachel's arms down. Once she had, Rachel shook her head, and Santana grunted at not getting anything out of her.

"Look Rachel, I get it, I'm sorry about how I've been treating you, I'm really sorry for what happened in the morning and quite honestly, I was just annoyed that you caught me in your bed again, not as gay as that sounds, but your bed is so comfy and I felt bad about locking you in my car, so I just you know, fell asleep with you, and we've been good friends to each other, kind of, so I don't want to ruin that, please Rachel?"

Rachel was grinning all the way through that speech and Santana knew she would regret ever saying that "You think we're good friends?" Rachel asked. Santana smiled at hearing Rachel's voice again "Well...uh..I..maybe..yeah" Santana nodded "We're like, friends that hate each other sometimes, or like, enemies that love each other"

"I could live with that" Rachel nodded.

"Good, because I'm not going anywhere"

Rachel laughed nervously "Not going anywhere? Not even off of me?"

Santana looked down and realised she was still sitting on the diva "Oops, sorry" she quickly climbed off. Rachel released a groan "God Santana, how much do you weigh?"

Santana turned and glared down at the girl.

"Santana don't!"