Title: Barely Breathing
Pairings: Faberrittana.
Summary: When they were still children, it used to be Q, R, S and B. But now that they are in high school, they are known as The Unholy Trinity and Rachel Berry. Rachel, feeling abandoned by her best friends, tried to move on with a positive outlook. The Unholy Trinity, fed up with the guilt and the ache of missing Rachel, finally decided to mend their broken friendship with the girl. Separated by their differences, will they be able to get back how they used to be? What if the Unholy Trinity wanted more than just friendship from Rachel?
Disclaimer: Glee is not mine.
Important Note: Just some keynotes. This chapter will revolve around the Unholy Trinity. Since I don't like to keep saying 'Quinn said blah blah' or 'Santana said blah blah', I gave them nicknames so you know who's talking to whom.
Quinn
Santana calls her Q. Brittany calls her Quinn.
Santana
Quinn calls her S. Brittany calls her San.
Brittany
Santana calls her B. Quinn calls her Britt/baby.
Rachel doesn't have one yet. So I'm open to suggestions. Pet names would be nice too. :)
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Chapter 4
After dropping off Rachel, the trio decided to go to Quinn's house. The rest of the ride went silent, all of them wearing dark expressions on their faces.
Once they arrived at the Fabray mansion, they went straight to the blonde's room. Santana grabbed a magazine, lazily flipping its pages as she slouched on the sofa. Brittany positioned herself on the bed, her arms and legs sprawled across the mattress. Quinn sat on her computer chair, switched on her laptop and waited for it to boot as she patiently tapped her fingers on the table.
None of them had said a word yet; the only noise in the room was the ticking of the wall clock and the flipping of the magazine. They were all lost in their own thoughts.
Quinn dabbled on the keys of her laptop in an attempt to occupy herself. She opened her Facebook page, ignoring all the posts on her wall and clicked on her friends list. She had too many friends, most of them she didn't really know. Since she became the head bitch, she received a lot of requests from people she had yet to meet. And she was already on her third year in high school. Some of the other requests, she completely ignored because it was taking time to accept every single one of them.
She clicked on the search bar and typed 'Rachel Berry'.
She was never really an avid user of the said social site. The excitement of seeing a lot of people interested in her faded after a few months of her rising popularity, and now, all she could feel about it was annoyance. And she had lost count of how many people she had blocked, including one Jacob Ben Israel.
She had always believed that this site was for either gossipers or stalkers. But she was never a fan of gossips.
And that was the reason why, just recently, she had found herself a new hobby.
Stalking Rachel Berry.
Like it wasn't bad enough that she had been obsessed with the diva's myspace videos since freshman year. She swore whatever mean things she said there, it was quite the opposite of what she really wanted to say. And as soon as she was assigned as the new Head Cheerio, she wasted no time to delete every single one of them.
Though she didn't make a comment on how amazing the starlet was either.
God. She was such a hypocrite. And she despised it. But the pressure of being the HBIC had always gotten the best of her.
Quinn sighed as she hover the mouse on the diva's name and clicked it. The page opened and she was greeted with a smiling brunette staring back at her. It was Rachel's page cover. The smile that spread on Quinn's lips was automatic, a genuine smile that was rarely seen in her. And she didn't even try to fight it.
Two years...and those chocolate eyes were still as kind and sincere as she could remember it to be.
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"Lucy Caboosey! Lucy Caboosey!"
Lucy was kneeling on the floor as she struggled to find her glasses that fell off when the other children purposely bumped in to her, her books flew to the ground as well. Her eyes began to blur as unshed tears formed in her eyes. When she was finally able to get a hold of her glasses, she felt somebody kicked it away from her.
She whimpered, squinting her eyes to search where her spectacles went. She tried to gather her fallen books around her as the other kids continued to tease her.
"You're so fat and ugly!"
"Loser!"
"She's so dorky!"
"You are so ugly that when your mama dropped you off at school she got a fine for littering."
Lucy's lips trembled, trying so hard not to cry. Because she knew that if she did, she would give them more reasons to tease her. She took a deep breath. She was struggling to get her books from the floor but the kids kept kicking them away from her when she tried to grasp it, just like what they did to her glasses.
She felt so sorry for herself.
She wanted to cry so badly.
She wanted to be away from all of them.
She wanted to run away.
But how? She couldn't even see!
Lucy was about to breakdown when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She jumped a little and looked up. She was surprised when she felt her glasses pressed on her nose, her vision getting clear.
"Rachel."
Rachel gave her a gentle smile and then winked, causing a blush to form on Lucy's face.
"Aww…look at that. The freak came to rescue the ugly," one of the boy teased.
Lucy observed as the smile on Rachel's lips transformed in to a frown and then stood up, her hands on her hips as she faced the kids bullying Lucy.
"Shut up! If Lucy is ugly then what do you call yourself?!" Rachel yelled back, as loud as her tiny voice could.
"Shut up!"
"No! You shut up you dimwit!"
"What did you call me?"
The boy, who seemed to be the leader of the three boys, stepped towards Rachel; their bodies were only inches apart as they size each other up.
Lucy frowned as she observed the obvious height advantage of the boy from her friend. But she didn't even see Rachel flinched or cower away. Instead, the small girl returned the same glare, if not more, that the boy was giving her.
"You heard me."
"Oh yeah? You think you can take me, huh?"
"Definitely. You don't scare me, dimwit."
Lucy watched as the boy shoved Rachel back, causing her to hit the wall. She could see the small brunette's back bounced from the impact. She reached for her friend in panic but before she could get a hold of her, Rachel was already rushing to the boy, placing her small hands on his chest as she pushed the boy back with all her might.
The boy stumbled and fell on his butt in surprise. Laughter echoed on the hallways.
Lucy was grinning from ear to ear as she stared at her savior in awe. Her heart swelled with pride.
She's amazing.
But Lucy's happiness was cut short when she heard a growl coming from the boy. Everything happened so fast. The next thing she knew, Rachel was already on the ground, clutching her bleeding lips. Lucy gasped and ran towards her friend who seemed to be in shock as well.
The hallway went silent as the students gather around to see what the commotion was about.
Where are the teachers when you needed them?
"Oh my God! Rachel, are you okay?" Lucy helped Rachel to her feet.
Once they were up, Lucy studied Rachel's expression as the girl removed her hand from her lips. Rachel's eyes went wide in surprise when she saw blood and then narrowed in anger; her chest violently rising up and down as she glared at her attacker.
"You idiot!"
Lucy was quick enough to grab the smaller girl's waist as she attempted to lunge on the boy who seemed to be surprised at Rachel's sudden outburst.
"Let me go, Lucy! I'm going to make him regret he was ever born!"
The boys laughed, looking pathetically at the two girls.
"Yeah, Caboosey. Let teenie weeinie go. I'm sure I could use some tickling."
"Don't call her that you good for nothing dodo!"
"Rachel, stop it! Please."
"But Lucy!"
"Please." Lucy gently whispered, burying her face on Rachel's hair. "It's not worth it Rae. Just let it go."
Lucy felt the girl in her arms relaxed and her hold loosened, but still kept her arms wrapped around the brunette's waist.
Rachel sighed. "Fine."
She smiled and placed a gentle kiss on the back of Rachel's head. It was quick and so light that it went unnoticed by the people around. But she knew Rachel felt it and that's all that matters.
The girl in her arms turned to face her and they looked at each other for a moment, their eyes silently sending unspoken words to each other.
Lucy winced as she traced Rachel's bruised lips with her thumb. "Let's go put ice on that, okay?"
Rachel beamed but then grimaced in pain, touching her lips. "Eh. That hurts."
Lucy chuckled as she led her friend towards the clinic, completely ignoring everyone around them because she was just so happy for having Rachel Berry in her life.
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"Lucy?"
Lucy quickly wiped away her tears when she heard the familiar voice. She was on the school's playground, sitting on one of the swings, her back turned to her friend.
"Rachel," she frowned at how her voice trembled despite her efforts to stay calm.
She heard footsteps coming towards her but she didn't turn around. She was startled when she felt the swing being pushed from behind her, but soon relaxed.
They were silent for a moment; both seemed to be lost in thought until Lucy finally found her voice.
"I'm so ugly. Why do you want to be friends with me?"
Lucy gasped as she almost fell from the swing when it stopped abruptly. She turned to look and realized that Rachel halted the swing. She could see Rachel's grip on the chain was so tight that it was shaking.
"Rae?"
"Who told you that?"
She was surprised with the unusual coldness in the smaller girl's voice.
"I-I…"
"Who told you that?"
Lucy stared at the girl over her shoulders, her sad green eyes meeting with intense chocolate ones. She shivered. It was as if those eyes were penetrating through her soul.
And then it relaxed. Softened.
She watched as Rachel kneeled in front of her, their eyes fixed with each other. She felt one of Rachel's tiny hands on her lap, while her other hand found a place on the side of her cheek. They held their gaze for a moment, taking in each other's presence, welcoming the silence that surround them as if they were the only people in the world.
"Lucy."
She felt her stomach tightened and her heart pounded because of the passion she felt from that one word. She was almost in tears.
"Lucy...listen to me," Rachel started as she tuck a lose strand of her behind Lucy's ear before returning to hold the girl's cheek.
"You are beautiful. You are one of the most beautiful creatures I've ever met. Inside and out. Don't let them make you think otherwise. If they can't see how beautiful you are now, then they are not worth it."
This time Lucy sobbed as Rachel continued.
"And you have no idea how lucky I feel for knowing someone like you, Lucy. I will never have second thoughts for being your friend. Never. And so does Santana and Brittany. Do you hear me?"
Lucy can only manage to nod as she tried not to cry so hard.
"I will forever be here for you, Lucy. I promise you that. I will beat up every person that will try to hurt you and I will make sure they-"
"-will regret being born." Lucy chortled despite the tears that just kept flowing from her eyes.
"Yes. Exactly." Rachel smiled and winked, causing Lucy to laugh.
"You have the sweetest smile, Lucy. And a wonderful laugh."
Lucy felt her cheeks burn as she looked down bashfully.
"Someday, those people will regret not knowing you at all," Rachel continued as she lift Lucy's chin to look at her. "And they will all die of jealousy because I can get to be so close to one Lucy Quinn Fabray."
With that, Lucy laughed with all her heart while Rachel watched her with a grin on her face.
She leaned down and her forehead met with Rachel's as they share another comfortable silence, contented with just looking at each other, smiles flashed on their faces.
"I love you, Lucy."
"I love you too, Rae."
And that moment, Lucy made a promise to herself. She will make those people regret not knowing her.
And that she will forever love this amazing girl.
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Brittany continued to stare at the ceiling of Quinn's bedroom. She was aware of the tension that was surrounding the room but she paid no heed to it. It wasn't that uncomfortable and she knew they needed time before they could face the inevitable issue that had been bothering them since summer of this year.
Everything that happened that day was not what she was expecting. It all started so well but ended in a disaster. Don't get her started with their lunch break with Rachel. Or the lack of.
And as usual, she didn't even try to stop the two Cheerios from attacking Rachel.
Granted. She didn't see it coming since they have already talked about it. But still, it was no excuse. She couldn't understand how she could defend Rachel and then NOT defend her in different situations. If that made sense.
She felt so useless. Damn it.
The silence around them, though a little awkward, was welcoming. It offered them a chance to think, to reflect on the day's events. Rachel's words cut through her heart. She was pretty sure that the other two occupants of that room felt the same way she did.
And though they deserved it, it still hurt to actually hear them coming from the small brunette's lips. For two years...this was the first time Rachel said something about their ruined friendship. Although it was just hinted bits, the words that the starlet said hit them hard.
Really hard.
And the tension from Rachel's place until they got to the Fabray residence was enough to indicate how much those words affected them.
She had wanted to cry the moment those words reached her ears. She had always been a cry baby. But Rachel...
Rachel changed her. She made her see all the good in her. The brunette made her feel special and important. And ever since that day, she had rarely cried. Every time someone would try to hurt her, Rachel's words would echo in her mind and it would always make her feel better. And she would just find herself smiling again.
And then there's Lord Tubbington. It felt nostalgic to look at him.
Other than seeing Rachel every day, he was the only reminder she had of how they used to be…
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Brittany's shoulders shook as she sobbed while sitting against a tree with her knees on her chest. She felt another body sat beside her and she tilted her head to take a quick look beside her.
"Rachel?"
"Britt. Why are you crying? What's wrong?"
The blonde felt a hand on her shoulder and stared at the wide chocolate eyes showing worry and concern. The gentle tiny voice somehow offered her comfort that she stopped crying altogether.
"R-Remember Skittles?"
Rachel nodded, urging the blonde to continue.
"W-well, h-h-he d-died this m-morning..."
"Oh Britt..."
"H-he got hit by a c-car. D-dad buried him on the b-backyard and it was all so s-sad that I-I j-just..." Brittany sniffed, her lips trembling as another wave of tears sprung for her already puffy red eyes. She flung herself against Rachel and cried on the crook of her neck.
"Sshh...it's going to be okay Britt. I'm sure Skittles is in a happy place. He's probably watching over you right now and he doesn't want you being sad," Rachel soothed the blonde girl as she rubbed circles on her back.
"I know that, Rae...But I just miss him so much and I just feel like it's all my fault," Brittany spoke while her face was still hidden on Rachel's neck. "I should have looked out for him."
"I'm sure Skittles misses you too, Britt. It's not your fault and Skittles will never blame you because you've been such a good friend to him and you took really good care of him."
"R-really?"
Rachel felt her heart drop for the vulnerable girl and how sweet and innocent she was being.
"Yes, Brittany. Really. Now stop moping around. You know how Skittles doesn't like it when you cry."
The tall blonde leaned back and stared at the girl in front of her. She felt the warmth surge through her body as she got lost on the brown eyes staring back at her. There was so much honesty and sincerity in it that made her feel so much better. And she knew, everything was going to be alright because she has Rachel Berry beside her.
"Thank you, Rae. You always know what to say."
"Of course. I'm amazing like that," Rachel answered with a beaming smile and winked at the blonde.
"That you are." Brittany giggled and gave her friend a bone crushing hug.
-1 week later-
"Oh my God!"
Brittany covered her mouth in surprise, as she stared wide-eyed at the sleeping small fur wrapped around Rachel's arms.
"Hey to you too, Britt," Rachel grinned from ear to ear as she observed the blonde's reaction.
"Oh my God!"
Rachel laughed at her friend's antics. She watched as Brittany played with the fur with her index finger, gently caressing the cat's forehead.
"She's so cute. Can I hold her?"
"Yes, Britt. You can hold him," Rachel said as she passed the sleeping feline towards the tall girl's arms.
"Awww...he's so cute," Brittany cooed, as she cradled him like a baby.
"So, what are you naming him?" Rachel asked, her smile widens when Brittany's eyes almost bugged out of the sockets.
"Me?"
"You're naming him 'Me'?
"No!" Brittany laughed and shook her head. "I mean…you want me to name him?"
"Of course. He's yours. I guess it's only app-"
Brittany interrupted the girl with a one armed bone crushing hug as she held the cat on her other arm. She released the small brunette and looked at her in the eyes. Her own blue eyes burning from unshed tears.
"Thank you, Rae."
"Anything to see you all cheery, Britt. Because I can't call you Brittany if you sulk around so much. It's just not you."
Brittany bit her lip to prevent herself from jumping on to the brunette due to excessive excitement. Too much energy flew through her body that she couldn't help but be bouncy. Her cheeks were already hurting from smiling so much but she couldn't stop.
Instead, she settled by stepping towards Rachel, closing the distance between them. She leaned forward and planted a kiss on the brunette's cheek, consciously lingering her lips longer that she's supposed to. Her heart fluttered when she felt the brunette leaned on to the kiss, making her lips plant harder to her cheek.
Then Brittany bended a bit more.
"Thank you," Brittany whispered, her lips almost brushing Rachel's ears. She could feel the brunette visibly shiver and she smirked before placing a ghostly kiss on the brunette's lobe.
"So, what are you going to name him?"
"Lord Tubbington."
-o-o-o-o-o-o-
"Wow, you're really dumber than you look."
Brittany looked down, her lips tremble as she took in the words that were reaching her ears. She didn't want to hear them. It was hurting her so much. She covered her ears to muffle their words and sat down in the middle of the playground.
But she could still hear them no matter what.
She sobbed, letting the tears fall freely on her cheeks.
She wanted them to stop but there were too many of them.
"Think of happy thoughts. Unicorn. Rainbow. Cats. Santana. Lucy. Rachel."
Brittany chanted over and over again, hugging her knees to her chest, rocking back and forth.
She could hear laughter around her. She knew they were laughing at her. Who else would they be making fun of? That's all she was worth after all. A sorry excuse for an entertainment.
"What is she doing?"
"She's so weird."
"Pfft. What a retard."
Brittany cried harder. She didn't like it when they call her the "R" word. It was...painful to hear. It made her feel worthless. That's what retarded people were right?
"Hey! Don't call Britt that!"
Brittany snapped her eyes open and turned her head towards the direction of the voice. Suddenly, her heart was filled with relief as she stared at the girl almost running towards her, scowling at her tormenters. But then the chocolate eyes softened when it zeroed on her.
Then she saw her winked at her and offered a comforting smile, before turning at the group of boys taunting her, the scowl back on her face.
From that moment, she knew everything's going to be alright because her knight in shining armor came for her.
She watched as the brunette stood with head high, her hands on her hips and though the blonde couldn't see it, she knew Rachel was staring daggers at the other kids.
"I'm warning you! Stop bothering Brittany and don't call her the 'R' word! It's mean!" Rachel exclaimed, stomping her foot and crossing her arms.
"'R' word? Oh you mean, retard."
"Stop."
Brittany stood up, shifting from foot to foot as she watched the interaction between Rachel and their classmates. She was beginning to feel anxious. She has a bad feeling things won't end so well and she was worried about the brunette's safety.
"R-Rae..." Brittany called softly, but the small girl didn't hear her. Her heart thudded against her heart, her nervousness increasing at every minute they were there. She watched as Rachel clenched and unclenched her fists. And the coldness from the brunette's voice made her tremble.
"Retard."
The tall girl reached for Rachel, her shaking hand making contact with the small girl's shoulders. She frowned at how tense Rachel was. She closed the distance between them and leaned on Rachel's ear.
"Rachel...Come on. Let's go. I'm okay now. What matters is that you're here."
Brittany smiled when she felt Rachel relaxed from her touch. She lowered her hands, traveling across the brunette's arms until it reached her hands and intertwined them before gently tugging her to make their leave.
"Yeah. You better go. Only a freak would want to be friends with a retard."
And with that, Brittany felt the hand on hers disappear. She watched in horror as Rachel flung herself forward to one of the boys and tackled him to the ground.
Rachel straddled the larger boy and grabbed a fistful of his front shirt.
"Take that back you piece of crap! You have no right to call Brittany that! You don't know shit about her!"
"Rachel! No!"
Brittany rushed to her friend, but before she got there, Rachel was knocked out by one of the other boys and she fell to the ground. She watched horrified as a punch was thrown on Rachel's face.
And Brittany saw red.
She lunged herself forward, grabbed the boy that was now straddling Rachel and threw him to the ground with a strength she didn't know she had. The boy landed on his butt and stared at the blonde in shock.
Brittany sat beside her friend lying on the ground, checking on the extent of the injuries with worried eyes. "Rachel! Oh no. You're hurt!"
"I'm fine, Britt."
"You're hurt," the blonde pouted as she gently traced the other girl's face with her hand.
"Yeah. Well, you saved me. My hero." Rachel said, dramatically clutching her hands to her chest.
Brittany giggled despite of the situation and Rachel beamed, ignoring the pain from her bruised cheek. They shared a content smile and to the brunette's surprise, Brittany laid down next to her, their hand intertwining as they looked up the sky. They didn't even notice their bullies already left the vicinity.
They shared a moment of silence, simply enjoying each other's company as they watched the clouds move in the sky.
Brittany sighed. "You didn't have to do that, you know?"
"What do you mean, Britt?"
"You know...defend me like that. It's true, anyway."
The blonde closed her eyes, trying to control the tears that were threatening to form in her eyes. She was tired of crying. She gasped and opened her eyes when she felt a warm palm grasped her cheek, making her turn sideways and their eyes met.
"Britt. We both know that's not true. Don't listen to those people. They don't know you the way I do, so listen to me. And believe me when I say that you can be everything but never stupid. You're an amazing person. You're sweet and you're cheerfulness can lighten up a whole room. And you have a kind heart. There are so many good things about you, B."
The moment she saw the sincerity in those brown eyes, she couldn't hold back her tears anymore.
"So, don't let them step on you like that. They are just mean to you because they don't understand you. But that doesn't make you stupid. You're a smart girl, B. More than anyone give you credit for. And you are special. And I am very proud of you."
She let Rachel wiped the tears streaming down her cheeks. But more came and it seemed to be never ending. That's alright though, because this time, they weren't caused by the pain in her heart. It was now because of the tremendous feeling of happiness flowing through her whole body.
And it was all because of this amazing girl lying down beside her.
"I love you, Rae."
"I love you too, Britt. And promise me, you will never let those people bring you down or upset you because you are way better than any of them. And that you will always wear a smile because that smile of yours can make people forget their problems."
She smiled and stared at the brunette lovingly. "I promise."
But that wasn't the only promise she made that day.
Brittany will be that person Rachel believed her to be. And she will make her proud.
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Santana continued to flip the pages of her fifth magazine within the last fifteen minutes. She wasn't really looking at it. She just wanted an excuse to do something instead of looking like an idiot, staring blankly in the room. The two blondes seemed to be busy themselves, though she was certain Brittany was doing the same thing she opted not to do.
Not that Brittany was looking like an idiot right now.
It was really exasperating what they were going through right now. The things that they had been through last year weren't a joke either. She thought everything was finally going smooth again, especially after the huge change in their relationship. A change that had turned their worlds upside down.
And they were finally comfortable with themselves and their newfound relationship. They were contented at keeping their secret...well, a secret. And being the top bitches, the never had a problem hiding their relationship.
Finally. The three of them were happy.
That was until Rachel Berry happened.
Rachel was the only person who had kept her grounded. She had this effect on her that seemed to calm her no matter how angry she was in the world. Although Quinn and Brittany could keep her composed, it was still different when it came to the small brunette.
She may not admit it to anyone, but Rachel was the only one who had the ability to control her feelings. To control her anger. To keep her calm. She felt safe with her. She didn't have to act tough when Rachel was around. It was different from Quinn and Brittany.
And when Santana lost the starlet, she went back to her usual self. She became guarded, protective of her herself, and her two blondes. She became more vicious and violent because that was the only way she knew she could protect them. She was back to being angry to the world.
Her rock was gone.
And just when she finally learned to let go of the diva, to embrace the fact that she was already gone in their lives...
Just as she was beginning to adjust her new life with the blondes...
Just when she finally accepted that during the peak of their popularity, she had lost herself...and in turn, she had lost one important person in her life.
This just had to happen.
Rachel fucking Berry.
She was back in her life...in their lives.
Fuck!
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"Santana! I will never understand why you just love to randomly pick fights with kids who are twice your size! Twice!" Rachel exclaimed as she pressed ice pack on her friend's swollen face.
Santana slapped the smaller girl's hand away. "Stop it! It hurts!"
"Good! It's supposed to hurt so you'll learn not to engage yourself to another fight!"
"Shut up! You can't tell me what to do, Berry!"
"I'm not trying to tell you what to do! I am simply trying to keep you from hurting yourself any further than you already had!"
Santana was startled when Rachel harshly threw the ice pack on the table. She looked at her small friend as her chest rose up and down in a quick pace. They were at the Berry's living room. Rachel found her at the park, being held by two boys on both arms, kneeling on the ground while another boy was hovering over her. She wasn't really sure what happened then but the next thing she knew, she was being cradled by Rachel. No words were exchanged between them until they got in to the Berry's.
She looked at Rachel, jaw tightening and fist clenched as the she stared at her lap.
"What? Do you want to hit me, Berry?"
Rachel's head snapped at her direction so fast she thought she might break her neck and looked at her friend incredulously. "Are you crazy, Santana?"
Santana shrugged. "Well, you look angry."
"So? That doesn't mean I want to hit you. What is wrong with you?"
"Everything! Every fucking thing Rachel! Nothing is right in my fucking life!"
"Why are you being like that, Santana?"
The softness in the brunette's voice surprised Santana, that for a moment, she forgot why she was angry in the first place. She shook her head violently and stood up. She refused to acknowledge the effect this girl was giving her. The gentleness on that voice was calming her nerves for some unknown reason.
And it was freaking her out. Because although they had been friends for a long time, she was never this vulnerable to any of her friends.
"Santana! Where are you going?" Rachel asked, gripping the Latina's wrist.
"Anywhere away from you!" Santana pulled her hand free from the concerned brunette. She yelped in surprised when she felt the floor made contact to her body. Just then she realized that Rachel had tackled her to the ground.
"Get off me!" She struggled and pushed the small girl that was straddling her away. She only ended up being pinned by Rachel, her wrists being held tightly above her head. The strength coming from the brunette took her by surprise.
"No! Not until you talk to me!"
"I don't want to talk!" Santana growled.
"Then you are not leaving this house until-"
"Why do you care?!"
"Because you're my friend Santana! You are important to me. I don't like seeing you this way."
Santana didn't mean to. She really didn't. But damn. She couldn't control the tears that streamed down her cheeks. And with those chocolate eyes that were boring into her, she just lost it.
Just like that, her walls disintegrated into million pieces.
She felt Rachel let go of her wrists, but she was too drained to fight back. She simply lay there, with her eyes tightly closed as silent tears continued to flow from her eyes. Her breath hitched when she felt warm hands touched the sides of her face and wiped the tears away.
Slowly, she opened her eyes. Her heart fluttered wildly when she was met with the most sincere and caring eyes she had ever seen staring at her with so much intensity. Another wave of tears washed over her.
She felt loved. And at that moment, she believed that there were things in her life that weren't so fucked up.
"Please, San. Talk to me." Rachel begged as she touched her forehead with the Latina's.
Not trusting her voice yet, Santana only managed to nod. Rachel beamed at her and she found herself smiling as well. She spent the night at the Berry's, Rachel listening to her intently, wiping her tears away, squeezing her hand to make her feel she wasn't alone.
She had never felt so free at that time.
"Promise me you won't engage to any fights anymore, San." Rachel said as they snuggled on her bed, the Latina comfortably laying on her chest, as she stroked her hair with her small fingers.
Santana sighed. She wasn't the type to break a promise and what Rachel was asking of her was pretty difficult for her to do. But when she heard the soft 'Please' coming from the other girl's lips, she couldn't do anything but agree. This girl was making her a softie. And for some reason, she didn't mind at all.
"Thank you, San."
"No, thank you."
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Santana slammed the door to her room shut and threw herself on her queen sized bed. She covered her head with a pillow, trying to muffle the yelling from the living room.
Her parents were fighting again, arguing about things that she didn't quite believe to be important.
She cringed when she heard glass breaking. Probably one of those expensive alcohols that her Papa loved so much. But her Mama hated them that was why when they fight, she always made sure to at least reduce her Papa's collection.
And that would lead to another round of argument.
It was the fucking cycle ever since she was little.
And she fucking hated it.
Wanting to get away from that house, Santana grabbed her jacket and got out of her room. She went down the stairs, sneaking pass the living room, which wasn't really difficult since her parents were too busy throwing profanities at each other (it would forever be a mystery to her how they managed to still be together without physical harm after all this time). Then she was out the door.
Santana found herself wondering at a secluded area in the park where there was a small pond. She sat at the grassy ground and took out a cig. She lit the stick, took a drag and blew out a cloud of smoke, feeling all the tension in her body leave. She repeated the process again and again until there was nothing left but the filter. She flicked the cigarette butt and it went flying somewhere across the park.
She was about to light another one but jumped when the stick was forcefully taken from her lips. She looked up and watched as the cig was snapped in half and thrown in the pond, then her eyes was met with another set of brown eyes.
"How you are able to get a hold of that stuff, I will never know."
"I'm a Lopez. That's all you need to know, Rachel," Santana replied with a scowl, annoyed with the interruption but it was welcomed. Rachel always had that effect on her.
Rachel rolled her eyes and sat beside the Latina. "What has gotten in to you?"
"Nothing."
"Of course. You're just being your usual grumpy self. Nothing new with that."
This time, it was Santana's turn to roll her eyes. She didn't say anything but she could feel Rachel studying her.
"Would you cut that out?"
"What?" Rachel asked innocently, furrowing her brows in feigned confusion.
She scoffed. She could see right through Rachel. She knew the small girl was trying to rile her up until she talk.
As if.
"You staring at me. You're creeping me out."
"I thought you'd be flattered."
Unexpectedly, that made her laughed. Like really laugh. But her laughter died when she felt a poke on her cheek.
"Rachel!"
"Sorry. You're dimple was distracting me. I always find myself staring at it when you laugh. It's cute."
She didn't want to admit it, but fuck, she could feel her cheeks burning and she had to look away.
"You have a dimple yourself, Rae."
"I know. But it would be weird if I poke my own dimple right? And a lot weirder if I stare at it because that would mean I need to hold a mirror every time I laugh."
Santana snorted, controlling herself from cracking up as the images flooded her mind. The straight face that Rachel was giving her made it worse.
Seriously. How can this girl make her forget all the shit in her life?
And all Rachel was doing was talk and be cute and all.
"So..."
She groaned. "No, Rachel."
"What?"
"Not talking."
"Would you talk it over a smoke?"
She arched a brow and looked at Rachel incredulously. "You don't smoke."
"No, I don't." Rachel answered quickly. "You smoke, I listen."
"You do know second hand smokers die first, right?"
"I am aware. But if it makes you talk I wouldn't mind dying first."
Santana shook her head, an amused smile on her lips. "You're crazy."
"I thought that's the reason we're friends."
They were both engulfed in comfortable silence, one of them lost in thought while the other just waiting, ready to listen.
"I wish they would just stop fighting," Santana started, breaking the silence between them. She didn't even bother to light a cigarette. She could feel Rachel looking at her and for some reason, it didn't bother her at all. She didn't have to look at the smaller brunette to see the concern in her eyes. She could practically feel the intensity of that stare.
And it comforted her.
Suddenly, it wasn't so hard for her to open up and show vulnerability to her friend.
"They are always in each other's throat since I could remember. What the fuck is wrong with them? If they couldn't stand each other, why don't they just get a fucking divorce instead of trying to kill each other every single day?"
Santana stood up and angrily threw a pebble on the pond. She stared at the horizon, her eyes swirling with different emotions. Anger, frustration….
And God…
She didn't want to admit it but she felt sorry for herself sometimes. She felt lonely. She didn't have a brother or a sister to share her fucked up life or complain on her misfortunes for having parents like hers.
"Sometimes I hate my life. Nobody is there for me. I'm alone in that fucking hell they call house. Nobo-"
She stiffened when she felt an arm wrap around her waist, hugging her from behind.
"Don't say that, San. I'm here. Lucy and Brittany too. We're all here for you."
With Rachel's soft whispers in her hear, Santana let her shoulders dropped and leaned on the warmth that the girl behind was providing her.
The hairs bristled on the back of her neck when she felt Rachel took a deep breath and exhaled on the crook of her neck.
"Don't hate your life like that...because that would mean hating us as well. We are part of your life now, S. Just as you are part of ours."
She choked a sob. She didn't even attempt to wipe her tears as she felt herself weakened; the arms around her waist tightened its grip to support her.
It may just be a simple gesture, but it meant so much to her. The action entailed deeper meaning, and she had never been more thankful and safer for being in the arms of Rachel Berry.
They stayed that way for a few minutes until Santana felt the arms around her move and made her turn, facing Rachel. Their eyes met and the passion blaring in those brown eyes made her want to break down from pure bliss. She had never felt more secure and relieved than where she was right now.
Warm hands cupped her face, wiping her tear-stained cheeks. She automatically closed her eyes and leaned in to the touch, a soft, contented sigh escaping her lips.
"Santana..."
That gentle voice made her open her eyes slowly, and once again, that same brown eyes imprisoned her and she couldn't turn away no matter how much it made her heart race.
"Lucy and Britt love you. I love you. And you will never be alone. Please. Don't ever think that way again...because hearing you say it pains me."
"I'm sorry, Rae. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"I know, S. I know."
"Thank you, Rae. And I love you too."
She was never the one to be sappy...but at that moment, she didn't give a fuck. She knew she would always be safe with Rachel.
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"San, forget about what I said today in the car."
"Which one, B?"
"About thanking, Puck."
Silence surrounded the room as Santana looked at Quinn with questioning eyes but the blonde only shrugged.
Sensing the unspoken question, Brittany continued. "Because right now I just want to kill him myself."
The Latina and the Head Cheerio looked at each other as realization dawned upon them. It may not be apparent, but people would be surprised that among the three of them, Brittany was the most possessive and the easiest to get jealous.
But only if it comes to those people she knew belonged to her. Brittany was smart in that kind of way.
The new revelation surprised them since Brittany had always been known to be very patient, calm and understanding ever since they were kids. They observed this new personality since their lives took a big turn last summer before sophomore year, during one of Puck's summer end party.
That was the time when they began to see each other as more than just friends.
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Music blared all over the Puckerman residence as the elites of McKinley blended their bodies together, drinks in hand, on the makeshift dance floor. It was one of those parties where the presence of the Unholy Trinity was a must to make sure that everything stays in order.
Santana found herself in the living room surrounded by jocks and some Cheerios. Puck challenged her in to a game of beer pong, and it wasn't her to turn down a challenge, especially if it's Puckerman. She was aiming to kick his sorry ass.
As she was about to throw her winning strike, she felt a hand grabbed her wrist and missed the cup.
"Fuck!"
"Santana!"
Santana turned her head and realized that it was Brittany who was holding her hand and looking at her sternly.
"Oh sorry, B. I thought it was someone else," the Latina replied sheepishly. Well, if it was someone else, she would've done a lot more than saying 'fuck'.
"Britt, what's up?" Santana asked when the blonde remained quiet as she let herself be dragged up the stairs to one of the empty guest rooms. She sat the edge of the bed as she looked at Brittany who was now pacing in front of her. She wasn't known to be patient but seeing that something was bothering the blonde, she settled to wait for her to gather herself and start talking.
After a few more pacing, eye shifting and wriggling of hands, Brittany sat down beside the fiery brunette. But they didn't talk. They just sat there for a few more minutes, Santana staring at her friend expectantly with concern and confusion. It wasn't like Brittany to be this anxious even before a competition.
Something must be terribly wrong.
And Santana's patience was running out as her friend continued to burn a hole on the wall.
"Okay, B. Start talking. You're freaking me out."
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Britt. Just-"
"No."
"No?" Santana looked at her incredulously, confusion written all over her face.
What the fuck?
"Brittany," the Latina rarely used the blonde's full name and when she did, she meant business. "You need to start making sense because I am more that freaked out right now. What has gotten in to you?"
"San..." Brittany started, her voice trembling despite her effort to stay calm. She had been preparing for this moment ever since she realized her true feelings towards her best friends.
Scared would have been an understatement on how she felt that time. And she tried so hard to ignore it.
Oh God, she tried...
But the more she did, the more her feelings intensified. It was beginning to kill her inside.
Selfish at it may sound; she needed to let it out in the open.
Because for something she knew so well to be wrong, it just felt so right. And she was almost certain her feelings were reciprocated.
Now, the worst part was telling her friends with hopes that they would not freak out. But judging from how the Latina was reacting right now, she was failing at that. And terribly so.
Santana's heart dropped at how vulnerable the blonde sounded. She placed a comforting hand at her friend's back, rubbing in a circular pattern. She could feel the tension on the blonde's body disappeared and she looked more relaxed.
The brunette took a deep breath before talking. "B, tell me what's wrong. I'm your best friend. You know you can tell me anything. Do you want me to call, Q?"
"No!" Brittany answered too quickly, almost pleading.
"Okay, B. I won't." Santana replied calmly, raising her hands in defeat, though she was surprised at the sudden panic on her friend's voice. She could sense the apprehension on the blonde again so she took her hand with hers and intertwined them.
Brittany smiled in appreciation and sighed, making eye contact with the brunette. She was doing this. It was now or never.
"Santana…"
'Okaayy...Full name basis mode. This IS serious. I wonder if Q knows anything about this.' Santana thought, her heart racing in worry as she waited for the blonde to continue.
"Whatever I'm about to tell you...I hope that it wouldn't change anything between us. And God knows how important you are to me, just as Quinn is..."
'Darn! Full name again.'
"Bri-"
"No," Brittany interrupted as she raised a hand to stop the brunette from talking. "Just let me finish first because I don't know if I can do this again."
Santana nodded and pressed her lips together. She could feel the tension thickening in the room.
"San...I don't know what I'm going to do if I lose you or Quinn, or both. I will die. You guys are my life. We've been through so much together and I'm so used to being with you that I feel so lost whenever you guys are not around. I may not have everything but with you and Quinn, I feel complete. And I just..."
Brittany swallowed the lump on her throat as she tried to keep her tears at bay. These feelings were overwhelming and she felt like her heart was about to burst out of her chest any time soon. This was way more intense than just thinking about it.
She squeezed the Latina's hand as if looking for strength to continue, and she smiled when she felt her squeezed back.
"I love you, Santana." Brittany blurted out before she could stop herself.
Santana was silent for a moment, baffled at her friend's actions. Of course Brittany loves her. She knows that already. And she loves her too. But the blonde knows that as well.
So, what's the point of this conversation? It didn't make sense.
The Latina smiled and stared at the piercing blue eyes of her friend. "I know that, B. And I love you too. Is this what it's all about?"
The tall Cheerio shook her head. "No, San. I.LOVE.you." Brittany repeated, emphasizing every word hoping that the hidden message could get across the brunette.
Santana was taken aback. Shocked. Her mouth fell open, blinking multiple times as if testing if this was reality.
You know that feeling when your breathing stopped but you can literally hear your heart thumping against your chest?
Yeah. That's what Santana was feeling right now. And inconveniently, all her wits left her once the realization sank in.
"B-Britt...wh-what are you talking about?"
"San, you're smart. You know what I'm talking about," Brittany said in frustration. Trust Santana to make things more complicated. And don't let her get started with Quinn. She groaned.
Quinn.
She was going to be a lot harder to crack. Maybe she should have brought the other blonde with them too, get it all out in one go. But knowing her two stubborn friends, it was going to be a mess so she settled with the brunette first.
"B, I don't know what to say."
Brittany sighed and met her friend's eyes. She contemplated for a while but she knew the decision had already been made even before she thought about it. She took another deep breath, looked at their joined hands and then back to the brown eyes that was looking at her with apprehension. She raised a hand and cupped the brunette's face, stroking the soft skin with her thumb.
Slowly, the blonde leaned forward, biting her lips in anticipation.
"Tell me if this isn't okay, and I will stop." Brittany whispered, her lips almost brushing with the Latina.
Santana unconsciously licked her lips, her eyes now staring at the blonde's lips. Her breath hitched as she felt hot breath against her own lips. She should turn her head away.
She really should.
But she couldn't. She didn't want to.
Oh my God...
Her mind suddenly went blank as she felt soft lips against her own. And she shuddered.
Because fuck! It felt amazing.
Was this how a kiss was supposed to feel?
Santana didn't think she could feel anything more incredible than this until she felt something wet against her lips.
God. Was that Brittany's tongue?
She could swear she was seeing fireworks just about now.
A soft moan escaped her lips before she could stop herself. She opened her mouth without hesitation as she met the intruding tongue with her own.
And wow. That noise coming from Brittany's throat was just sexy.
Brittany felt Santana grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. She groaned and wrapped her free around the Latina's waist, giving it a slight tug. Her skin tingled with excitement, her stomach constricting and a sudden heat surged through her body.
This was far better than what she had imagined. It was simply indescribable. She wondered if it's the same with Quinn?
Oh yeah. Quinn.
And as if on cue, the door burst open, revealing a slightly tipsy blonde.
"Guys! I've been loo-"
The two jumped apart, as far away from each other as they could. But it was already too late. Quinn already saw them if the jaw dropping was any indication.
"What the fuck?"
"Quinn..."
"Q, we can explain."
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"Now look who's being possessive?" the Latina teased with a smirk, glad that the silence was broken with a comfortable conversation. That's a start.
"Shut up, San." Brittany retorted as she threw a pillow at the brunette's direction who simply caught it, and threw it back at her. "I just hate the idea that Puck can just go in and out of Rachel's personal space."
"Was that jealousy I heard?"
Brittany rolled her eyes. "Oh you know me so well."
Quinn simply laughed as she took a quick glance at her laptop with a smiling brunette on the screen. With a sigh, she closed the lid and proceeded to lie down beside the tall blonde.
It was time for them to talk.
The two blondes felt the bed dipped as Santana took her claim on the other side of Brittany. The three of them sprawled across the mattress. They remained quiet for a few minutes until Quinn's voice was heard.
"What happened today?"
"Good question. What did happen? I thought we talked about this already?"
Quinn was staring at the ceiling with a thoughtful look while Santana looked impatient.
"It's not that easy, B. We couldn't just walk up to her and expect that things are going to be okay all of a sudden."
"I know that. I'm not expecting us to be all lovey dovey with her," the tall blonde said with a hint of unusual irritation in her voice. "All I'm asking is for you to be nice."
"Britt, baby, please understand. It's hard to act different towards Rachel when everyone in school was looking at our every move."
"And that's why what happened in the lunchroom happened. We didn't mean to treat her like that. Please believe us. But the whole fucking squad was there, the jocks, even our fucking 'boyfriends'," Santana said, making quotations in the air. "And I could see everybody watching us. I'm sorry but we just can't let our guard down like that."
"We did it to protect us, Britt. I know it's unfair for Rachel but things with her are really complicated. We had tormented her for so long."
"We abandoned her." Brittany whispered but enough to be heard by her girlfriends.
There was a pause as the weight of that statement settled in their hearts.
"We did, B. We did. And now we're paying for it."
Brittany couldn't help as a sob escaped her lips. Within seconds, she was engulfed in a hug from both her sides.
"Sshhh...everything's going to be alright, baby. San and I will try our best but...we have to be cautious as well. I hope you understand. There's just too much to risk, and I'm just not talking about our reputation."
"This may sound wrong but Rachel is openly gay, B. It would have been easy if we weren't so guilty, but we are. People might get suspicious. We all know how much we love Rae, and the sudden realization of it after two years of being away from her is too much. I don't know about you two, but being near Rachel without being able to at least hold her hand is driving me insane. And I am not known to have self-control if what happened in the car earlier was any indication."
That earned a giggle from the blondes.
"It wasn't funny, okay? If only Rachel knew it wasn't her I'm jealous of."
"Can you blame her, S? We have a funny way of showing her we actually care."
"True. But the point is, if we became open to Rachel, we might not be able to handle ourselves. You remembered what happened in the locker room yesterday, right?" Santana said as she nestled her head on the crook of Brittany's neck, kissing it softly. She smirked when she felt the blonde shuddered and then she proceeded to whisper on her ear.
"Oh my God. Her body was just...wow."
"See, that's what we're talking about, baby. You were practically eye-fucking her when we got there."
Brittany shrugged. "Like you guys weren't?"
"Yes we were." Santana admitted with a smirk, a mischievous glow in her eyes.
"Santana! Stop picturing Rachel naked!" Quinn chastised.
"I wasn't! At least not completely."
Brittany laughed as Quinn reached over to slap the Latina's arm.
"Hey! Stop being such a prude, Q. You were eye-fucking her just as we do."
"Well, I'm sorry for not being as blatant as you are."
Santana scoffed. She then turned her attention to the tall blonde in the middle and her face became serious."B, I promise we'll fix this, okay? I hope you understand why Quinn and I act the way we do. Please don't be sad about it anymore."
"I understand, San. I just...I wish there's something we can do to reach out."
"We'll figure something out, Britt. We want this as much as you do. But for now, let's just try to go slow with her. Is that okay?"
Brittany stared at the gentle green eyes beside and nodded. "Okay."
"We can't just be a softy in front of everyone. You know the drill in the social hierarchy," Santana said in a low voice as she continued to shower the blonde's neck with soft peck of her lips.
"I know."
From the other side, Quinn began pampering kisses to the other blonde's face to comfort her. Once again, they were surrounded with silence. But this time, it was welcoming and comfortable as they cuddled each other.
"Do you remember the last summer we were with her?" Brittany asked, closing her eyes as she reminisced that moment in the past.
"Yeah. That was before we started high school. We spent it in my parents' rest house."
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The four of them were settled in the living room of the Fabray's rest house, spending their last days of summer before they could officially call themselves high schoolers. They decided to spend the night watching movies while talking about their plans the moment they first step in to William McKinley High School.
Quinn, Santana and Brittany had been going on and on about how they will join the Cheerios, a nationally ranked cheering squad in America, date football players and basically 'rule McKinley'. They had been talking about it nonstop all summer. They were so excited about it that they were almost bouncing off their seats. However, they noticed that Rachel was yet to say something about it.
"Rae, you're awfully quiet. Is something wrong?" Quinn asked as she crawled on top of the brunette who was quietly lying on the couch and placed her chin on Rachel's chest as she stared at her. Brittany and Santana were sitting on the floor, their backs on the front of the couch but their eyes were on Rachel.
The brunette took a deep breath; her eyes still glued on the movie but wasn't really paying attention to it. She hasn't been since it started. She was busy listening to the girls chat about their plans in high school. And the more they talked about it, the more she felt left out. Unlike her best friends, she didn't see high school the way they did.
Rachel wasn't interested in becoming popular. All she wanted was to expand her talent and explore more about music. She appreciated the crowd's attention but she wanted it to be when she was on stage as they gave her a standing ovation for her excellent performance.
That's her plan in high school. That's how she could see herself.
"I'm absolutely fine, Quinn." Rachel said as she glanced at the blonde lying on top of her.
Quinn remained quiet but her brows knotted together, a sign that she didn't believe what the brunette had said.
Rachel chuckled. She placed a hand on the blonde's hair as she caressed the soft locks. She heard Quinn hummed in content, her eyes closes which brought a smile on the brunette's lips. "Don't mind me. I'm just...a little out of it I guess."
"Well, you've been 'out of it' in days." Santana said, her fingers making quotations in the air.
Rachel nodded quietly in response as she continued her ministrations on Quinn who was now resting her cheek against her chest.
"Rae, if something's bothering you, you know you can talk to us, right?"
The brunette offered Brittany a small smile, appreciating the noticeable concern in her voice. "I know, Britt. Don't worry. I'm okay. I guess I'm just...nervous about high school."
Santana scoffed. "You? Nervous? No way! You have more confidence than me, B and Q combined. And that's saying something."
Rachel rolled her eyes but a smile was on her lips while the two blondes chuckled.
There was a moment of silence; the only sound that could be heard was the one coming from the television.
"I-I'm not really nervous about the idea of going to high school." Rachel said, breaking the silence. Her voice was low and quiet, almost unsure.
The three girls stared at the girl lying on the couch, each showing confusions in their eyes.
Sensing the unspoken question, Rachel continued, "It's just that high school is going to be different. A lot of things can happen. We get to meet new people. It's a bigger world for us." She paused for a while, not really sure how she could continue without sounding nonsense. "What I'm trying to say is; we don't know what can happen. I am excited about it. But I...I guess I'm just...scared as well."
"It's okay to feel anxious about it, Rae." Quinn comforted as she placed a hand on the brunette's cheek.
Rachel stared at the girl on top of her and felt her heart flutter at the softness she saw in it. "I know, Q. I'm just really worried," she said as she leaned on the hand caressing her face, closing her eyes for a moment. She breathed deeply before opening her eyes again. This time, she looked at each of the three girls' faces as if memorizing them.
"You don't have to be scared of anything. We will be with you all the way."
"B's right. What are you afraid of? We're going to rule that school and no one will ever want to mess with us." Santana said with a smug smirk.
The small brunette bit her lip as she continued to look at her best friends. "Just...remember. Whatever happens in high school, I'll always have your back. I promise. I won't let anyone hurt any of you."
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"She was...acting strange then. It was as if...she knew this was going to happen. And...we just let it," Brittany mourned as a tear escaped her eye. "How could we do that to her?"
Quinn and Santana were both wearing saddened expression, their hearts breaking as they too asked themselves the same question. They just hugged the blonde in the middle tighter as they tried to comfort each other, each girls sobbing silently because of the missing feeling and ache in their hearts.
"We'll make it up to her. Somehow."
"I miss her, San. I miss her so much."
"We know. We miss her too. We'll get her back. I promise."
"I love you, Quinn." Brittany whispered as she leaned over to kiss the girl's lips.
"I love you too, Britt." Quinn replied as soon as they broke apart.
Brittany turned on the other side to give the Latina the same kiss she gave Quinn.
"I love you, San."
"I love you too, B."
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Author's Note:
Can I just say how much I love you guys? Like really. :D Thanks for the reviews and the good lucks. Guess what? I got the job! Yay!
BUT!
I'm not going through with it. Sigh. They really have bad offer, and no benefits. Hello! What the heck is that?
Anyway, this chapter is by far, the longest chapter I have written. Ever. I thought about cutting this in to two parts again but it didn't feel right so I had to finish it up first and it kind of took me a while considering the length of this chapter. 10k+ words in one chapter! Whew. I hope this chapter made sense though. I just wanted to give you guys an insight regarding their past.
Again, thanks for sharing your thoughts regarding this story. And I just noticed that every time I reply in your reviews, I feel like I'm spoiling my own story so I'm just going to play safe and tell you guys that most of what you told me, they already crossed my mind before. It was beginning to freak me out how much you can predict/read my mind. It's not fair! *stomp foot*
By the way, Yes! The Unholy Trinity is together! Anybody curious about that certain part of this chapter where it tells how their relationship started? *wink* I am actually planning to write a separate story regarding that. Not a chapter. What do you think?
And oh! Oh! Ever wondered what made the trio see Rachel on a different angle? You'll find out soon. And no, it's not going to be on the next chapter but I may or may not put some hints regarding that. ;)
Thanks for reading! For the next chapter, another day in WMHS and more awkward moments between Rachel and the UH.
P.S. I just remembered somebody asked me which emirate I a from, it's Abu Dhabi. :)