Storms! I hate them... So here's a storm one-shot.
Chapter 13
"Santana?" Rachel whimpered into her phone as the thunder rocked her windows once more. "Can you come over please?" She sounded small.
"Are your dad's not home?" Came her reply, followed by another round of thunder.
"No.. No they're not here." Rachel said, curling herself into a ball under her blankets. "I'm just scar-" She cut off as lightening struck her backyard. Effectively cutting out the power and plunging her into darkness. "C-can you come quickly? The power just went out." She whimpered again, pulling the blankets around her tighter.
"Five minutes top. Hold on Berry. I'm coming." And with that she hung up the phone.
Sure enough five minutes passed and Santana was rushing out of her car and up the front porch. Not before getting completely soaked to the bone. Opening the door, she squinted into the darkness and slowly entered.
"Rachel?" She called out, trying to navigate through the hallway. "Rache- Ow! Shit balls!" She yelped, sending a glare down to the end table she always ran into.
"Santana? Is that you?" Came a squeaky voice from a top the stairs. Santana rolled her eyes.
"Who else says shit balls Berry? Now where the hell are your goddamn stairs?" She replied, walking now with a slight limp.
"Just follow my voice." Rachel paused for a second. "And stop cussing. It is doing nothing to relax me." Once again Santana rolled her eyes. Thank god it was dark in her house, or else she'd be getting the third degree for said eye rolls.
"Alright, alright." The Latina muttered. Eye's finally adjusted to the dark, Santana easily spotted the stairs and made her way up them to the shaking brunette. She instantly let her guard down and wrapped Rachel up in her arms. "It's alright now shorty. I got you." She whispered, gently pulling away from the shorter girl.
Rachel gave her a small smile. "I'm glad you're here. I've never done well with storms to be honest." She looked away shyly.
"Everyone has their own fears." She pulled Rachel in for another small hug. " Now let's find some godda.." Rachel pinched her side. "I mean candles. You got'em or what?" She pulled away to check the damage to her side. Rachel sure did pinch harder than a bitch.
"They're in the end table." Her voice sounded calmer. "You know, the one you always run into. You shouldn't miss it." Santana stared down at Rachel.
"Ha ha ha. Look who's making jokes now. Well I guess since you are no longer afraid. I's be outta here." She turned to leave right as another boom of thunder shook the house. Rachel instantly reached out.
"O-or we could get the candles and I'll just remain silent." She rushed out, practically dragging Santana down the stairs. She wasn't about to argue.
After a few short minutes, the girls had managed to light several candles and lay them around Rachel's room. It was kind of romantic to Rachel, besides you know, the thunder storm that was scaring her to death. Jumping again as the house shook, Rachel bolted to her bed, leaving behind a chuckling Santana.
"It's not that bad." The taller girl said, crossing the room to peak out Rachel's curtains. The rain was falling so thick and fast that she could hardly even see a few inches. Plus the flashes of lightening were bright enough to blind, which led to the enormous booms of thunder. It was as if mother nature had declared war on Lima. And was determined to win.
"Really?" Rachel had to semi shout. The rain was over powering them.
"No. It's actually horrible." Santana said once she had reached the bed and settled down. Rachel swatted at her.
"What have I told you about that?" She tried to glare. Honestly she did, but she could never really get the look across when it came to Santana.
"Relax." She replied, pulling Rachel into her. "Just listen to the rain."
"I don't see how that's goi-" She was cut off by a pair of lips on her own. Santana held the kiss for several seconds before pulling back.
"Just shut up and listen okay?"
Rachel nodded and together, they spent the rest of the night riding out the storm.