Hey followers. I think this might be the last chapter that I upload for these one shots. I honestly cannot think of anything else, and I don't want you guys getting bored if I keep posting. So I am going to end it with this one. But will be willing to open it back up if anyone has ideas they would like to see or if I come up with something. So please, drop a line, let me know. Love ya!
Chapter 47
"You could never handle being me!"
"I wouldn't want to be you!"
The words just kept ringing over and over again inside Santana's mind. She hadn't really meant what she said, but being a Lopez, shit just slips sometimes. Plus Rachel was being her normal annoying self again, so things were bound to be said between them... Even if they were dating.
"Thinks I couldn't handle her life. I am part of her life!" Santana shouted, floppiing down onto her bed with a sigh. Her eye's unfocused as she stared at her ceiling. "Why do I even bother sometimes..."
"She is just so.. Ugh! I cannot even think of a word to describe her!" Rachel vented, throwing her bookbag onto her chair and walking over to her closet. "Thinks she knows everything..." She continued to talk to herself as she began to pull out her outfit for the next day.
Setting them carefully on her dresser, she made her way over to her bed and threw her blankets back with anger.
"She'll never understand..."
"God, that stupid alarm is annoying. Where the hell is it even coming from?" Santana thought, trying hard to ignore the noise. After about another minute of annoying ringing, she threw the covers from her body and snatched up the clock next the the bed.
"There! You stupid fuc.." She stopped mid sentence, staring down at the pink clock in her hands. "What the hell? When did I get this?" She continued to look at it, as if it would unlock all the clues to the universe. "Hang on a minute.. Why is Rachel's clock in my bedroom?"
Placing the clock back on the night stand, Santana finally became aware of her surroundings. Rachel's clock wasn't in her room... She was in Rachel's room. In Rachel's yellow painted, too many bright colors for the morning, bedroom. She checked next to her.
"Okay... No Rachel. Did I get drunk last night and sneak over here?" She asked herself, sliding her legs off the edge of the bed and freaking when her feet didn't touch the ground. "What the hell...?" She stared at her feet, trying to shake the feeling that something wasn't right.
And nothing was right. Her feet.. They seemed smaller, like way smaller.. And her legs.. Those looked a lot like Rachel's legs. She brought her hands up. Nope, defiantly not hers either. One more test. She brought her hands down and grabbed hold of her breasts.
"Holy shit!"
"Where is that music coming from?" Rachel groaned, peaking one eye open to stare at the light blue ipod dock on the desk next to her. "Strange.. I don't remember getting that.." She yawned, pulling the blankets tighter around her. Something was off... Everything smelled of Santana. But why?
Sitting up, she scanned the room and gasped. She was in Santana's room! She quickly checked the spot next to her, hoping that her girlfriend was occupying it. Nope, empty.. and cold.
"Maybe she's already up and getting ready..." She strained her ears for any sign of noise. Nothing, nothing but the music coming from Santana's ipod. Sighing, she laid back down, trying to remember how she even got over here in the first place. Even her mind was blank.
"Okay, this is so weird. I need to find Santana." She spoke outloud, reaching for her cell phone. Problem was.. Her phone wasn't there. It was Santana's and it was blinking with several missed calls. All from her. Sitting up again, she shuffled her body out from under the blankets and was surprised when her feet touched the ground.
Looking down at them she let out a low squeak. Those weren't her feet! Or her legs. And she most defiantly did not sleep in tiny little boy shorts. She brought her hands up. Nope, not her's either.
"Okay.. Okay. Just breath Rachel. You are obviously still asleep." She closed her eyes, only to open them again a few seconds later. The scene was still the same.
"Oh no!"
"Rachel! Pick up your phone! I mean my phone. Shit!" Santana yelled, throwing Rachel's phone down again for the millionth time. "This is not happening, So not happeneing." She jumped when a knock hit against the door.
"Rachel, sweetie. Are you okay in there? You're normally gone to meet Kurt by now." One of her fathers spoke. Santana stared at the door.
"Uh.. Yes, I'm fine. Just lost my shoe." She added a giggle after, hoping it was convincing enough.
"Oh well, alright Sweetheart. Your father and I are leaving now. Don't be late!" She waited until his footsteps were gone before ranascking Rachel's room for something to wear that didn't make her look like a twelve year old.
"Hello?" Rachel called out, feeling out of place in Santana's house. Nothing. Not a single person in sight. "Well this is nice. No wonder why she always talks poorly about her family. No one is here to say good morning to her."
She walked down the stairs slowly, unsure of how to move now that she was taller.. And had more weight on her chest pulling her forward. Plus the clothing she had on, made it feel like she was wearing nothing at all. She jumped when she reached the bottom step. Santana's phone ringing again.
She would pick it up. Only problem is, she had a lock on it and Rachel not being the prying type, didn't want to try and figure it out.
"I know Santana! I know." She put the phone back into her pocket and continued the search for her girlfriends car keys. "I'll get to you as soon as I can."
"I feel like I'm eating the dashboard." Santana grumbled, getting into Rachel's car. "I didn't know she was this short!" She was about to start the car up when a knock on the passenger window made her jump. "Christ!"
"Rachel! You've been hanging around Santana too much." Came Kurts voice as he opened the door. and slipped inside. "You're starting to become her."
"Hummel. Jesus, you scared the shi... I mean. Kurt, you scared me." She looked over at the boy who was just staring at her.
"Okay... I may be wrong.. Or going crazy. But you're not Rachel." He kept staring at her. Santana rolled her eye's.
"We both are crazy. Because you are right. I'm not. Let's go lady lips." She started the car up and pulled out of the driveway.
"How does she drive like this?' Rachel mumbled, getting into Santana's car and adjusting the seat. "There is no possible way she can see out the window with her seat this far back." She pulled the lever, satisfied when she was finally sitting up straight. Getting ready to put the keys in, she screamed when the passenger door opened.
"Don't be scared Rachel. This happens to me all the time." She was met with the bright blue eye's of Birttany. "I switch bodies with Lord Tubbington all the time." She smiled at the other girl, closing the door and watching Rachel.
"Brittany.. I uh.. How did you know?" Was the only thing she could think of. Brittany just shrugged.
"I just know."
Rachel stared at the blonde for a few mintues. Her head starting to hurt from all the crazy going on today. And school hadn't even started yet.
"She better not wreck my car." Santana stated, running another stop sign, causing Kurt to cling onto the door handle for dear life.
"I think the chances of you killing us is higher." He grumbled, bracing himself for another sharp turn.
"Shut your yap. My day already sucks okay?" She pulled into the school parking lot like a mad woman., searching for any open spot. Finding one in the corner by the football feild, she threw the car in park and jumped out. Searching for Rachel.. Or herself. She just wanted her body back.
Rachel pulled carefully into the parking lot, making sure to take care of Santana's car. Because that would be the last thing that needed to happen. An already freaking out girlfriend in her body with a damaged car.
Spotting an opening, Rachel nearly slammed on the breaks when she saw Santana.. Or more like herself, jumping up and down and waving like crazy. Driving up to her slowly, Rachel put the car in park.
"You are a much better driver then San. You should switch bodies more often." Brittany gave her a small smile before getting out of the car. "Hi Santana! Hope you get your body back before practice!" Brittany waved before skipping towards the school.
"How did she.. Know what? Don't want to know. I am going to find a doctor." Kurt spoke, shaking his head and heading towards the school as well. Leaving Rachel and Santana.. Or Santana and Rachel.
"You actually dressed me in matching clothing." Santana approached Rachel, nodding in approvement. Rachel just snorted.
"Thanks, but I don't think now is the time to be making jokes. We are in each others bodies." She put a hand on her hip... A move that looked so unlike Santana.
"Yes Rach. I realize that. The question is... How do we get back into our own bodies." Santana scowled. A look so unlike Rachel.
"I..I don't know." Rachel whimpered, closing the distance between them. "I just want things to be right between us... This is like some cruel joke."
"I know.. I know." Santana closed the gap. Wrapping her arms around her own body. "This is so weird. Touching you, but it's really me."
"Tell me about it." Rachel gave a weak chuckle. "How do we fix it..." She looked down, catching her own eyes. So weird.
"I don't know Berry. But I'm sorry for what I said yesterday." She looked up into her own eyes. So fucking weird.
"I'm sorry too Santana." Rachel leaned her head down. Am I about to kiss myself? Creepy.
"Good." Santana leaned up and captured Rachel in a kiss. I'm kissing myself. Fucking creepy.
Their lips parted, heads tilted to the side as they kissed away their troubles. A warmth spreading through them as the kiss became deeper and rough, causing both girls to gasp and hold each other more tightly. A shock ran through them, so intense that it forced them apart, knocking them to the ground.
"San.. Santana?" Rachel groaned, sitting up off the pavement. Santana sat up before her.
"Oh thank god! I got my tits back!" Santana shouted, raising her hands to the sky. Rachel snorted.
"Yes, thank god for that."
"Shut up Berry and kiss the actual me."