Hello, fellow Gleeks! How's everything going? I'm a bit tired today, but I wanted to update I won't give up before I lost complete track of time again. Anyway, I hope you enjoy :)
Disclaimer: Glee is not mine, otherwise, we'd have a mandatory Achele pic weekly ;)
- Think I should call her?
He jumped out of scare after the sound of her voice in the dark.
- Whoa! Where are you? You scared me! It's not really nice of you to stay with all the lights off and talk to me like that when the apartment's supposed to be empty, you know?
- Oh, sorry for making you crap your pink panties. Now, would you stop screeching like a Berry and help me? I think you two have hang out too much, Hummel, your periods must be in sync.
- Ha, ha. Really funny. – he rolled his eyes - Ok, call who, San?
- Lucy. Her name is Lucy.
- Oh… Lucy. Wait! You have her number? How-
She didn't let him finish.
- No, not at all, we lesbians communicate telepathically, Nancy. I thought you gays could too.
- Santana, do you want me to help you or not? – She stayed silent, which he assumed was a yes – Then cut off the sarcasm, ok? I just meant that I didn't know you had it. If you had let me finish, you would have listened I was going to ask how you got it.
- Mimmy helped me, she gave me her table. When she paid, she put a paper with her number along with the money.
- Ok, when was this? You shouldn't call her if it was yesterday, or today, you should have to wait at least four days, you don't want to seem desperate.
- Wh- - she didn't know what to say, so she displayed her best what the fuck look - Of course I know that! What do you think I am, dwarf-size, Nancy? Geez, I knew this wouldn't work. And I was right, you have been spending too much time with Berry.
- Be grateful you weren't here when the Finn vs. Brody debacle started, you'd have killed her with a plastic teaspoon. You know something about them, by the way?
- Horny Ken must be giving some to some old lady – he rolled his eyes, she knew he meant Finn or Rachel, but the girl couldn't hold her insults to Brody (not that he was complaining, anyway) – Berry-dwarf must be screeching like a cat getting its temperature taken, enjoying her little spotlight in the choir room, and your big ass brother is certainly drooling all over the place… - they stayed silent a few seconds, Kurt looking worried because none of them had called him – Hasn't he talked to you? He texted me yesterday.
-He hasn't, which is weird. What did he say?
- He just sent "thank you", so I asked if he had stood too close to an AC and his ideas were freezing up there – Kurt had been frowning, but now he was just rolling his eyes at her – What? I didn't know what the hell he was talking about!
- Ok, ok, just tell me what he told you.
-He thanked me for taking care of Rachel.
- What? What did you do? Why would he send that now?
- Really, Nancy? They've been talking! That's why! Think of it. They are together, working together, singing ('cause I'm sure someone in there must have made them sing), the auditorium… - he looked away, and then opened his mouth in realization, looking at Santana again – Theeeere you go, Hummel.
- He didn't tell you anything else? – she shook her head – Why didn't you ask him?
- Because talking to the dwarf is funnier. I can torment her asking about their wanky sex. And she can't run away making her Drama Queen storm out.
- You think they had sex? – he asked, surprised.
- Let's call Berry and find out – she answered with a smirk.
- Ok, but first you call Lucy - he took Santana's phone from the coffee table and throw it to her hands.
- Um… Why don't we call Berry first? Don't you wanna know if they made another mini Finchel? – She tried to distract him.
- I'm not particularly interested about my brother's sex li- Wait… Another? Why are you telling me this? Weren't you supposed to remain silent? I knew you knew but you didn't know I knew!
- How d'you know I didn't know you knew?
- Because Rachel told me she told you, well, you found out. And she told me you were supposed not to tell anyone, and she told me not to tell anyone (especially Finn). But she didn't tell me she had told you she told me! – He gesticulated with his hands every time he named someone, pointing to Santana in front of him, to himself and to an imaginary Finn and Rachel on each of his sides.
- Ok, stop, this is like that Friends episode and it's making my head hurt. All I know is my Mexican third eye told me you knew, ok?
- Ok, I have learned not to argue with your Mexican instincts. – She displayed a satisfied smirk.
- Let's call Berry then. Maybe, if we get lucky, we catch them together and we cock-block Gigantor.
- Nope, not until you call Lucy.
Damn. So close.
Kurt stood in front of Santana while she called, his armed crossed over his chest and his weight resting on one leg, while he stretched out the other, tapping his foot. Almost like a parent waiting for his child to eat the vegetables left on the plate.
- Um, hi, Lucy? I'm Santana, from the bar? Yes. I… just wanted to know if you'd like to go out some day? Ok, ok, cool. Bye!
And she hung up. Kurt was looking at her in his same position, but now raising an eyebrow.
-Since when you make a question out of every sentence that you say?
-What?
-See? A question! Are you scared? I've never seen you so insecure!
She displayed her best WTF face.
-Wh- what? I'm NOT scared, Nancy! God, you really miss Berry! Why don't you save your Sherlock coat for when we call her? – She tossed her phone on the coffee table and stood up from the couch, heading towards the kitchen, while mumbling to herself. - Asustada, yo! Claro. Pendejo entrometido. (1)
He had learned enough Spanish (he may or may not have called Mr. Schue a couple of times to ask for translation in situations like this) to know that 'pendejo' didn't exactly mean 'beautiful', nor anything likewise.
He rolled his eyes. This wouldn't be easy. Why did he have to live with the most stubborn people on Earth?
Since he didn't want to sleep anywhere close to an angry Santana, he walked to the kitchen too, planning to give her a reward for calling Lucy, letting her tease Rachel for a while.
-Tana, weren't you going to call Rachel? – He asked quietly, while handing her her cell phone.
- Don't 'Tana' me now, Hummel. Santana Lopez no se asusta! (2)
-Ok, ok, I'm sorry, I get it, no se asusta! – he mocked her.
- No me gusta. (3) – she said, pointing at him, her long fingernail poking his nose. – Now, gimme that thing!
She took the phone roughly from his hand and started thumbing it. She found Rachel's number in her contacts and called her. When she answered, she put the speaker on, so they both talk could to her.
-Hey Strawberry, how are you? Are we interrupting something, maybe?
-Hey! No, you aren't, I just took a shower and now I was working on a song for the kids.
Santana and Kurt looked at each other, displaying the same smirk. Shower plus songs for the kids. That could only mean one thing: she was with Finn.
Just when the Latina was going to talk, Kurt covered her mouth with his hand (he wanted to have more information before pissing Rachel off, and he knew Santana wasn't that patient), and talked himself.
-Alone?
-Yeah, why?
Santana licked Kurt's hand to release herself and then took both of Kurt's hands with one of hers, while holding the phone with the other one, so she was able to speak.
-SANTANA! GROSS! LET ME GO!
- What's happening?
-Nothing, we were just hoping to find you with heavy breathing or something…Like, you know, in the middle of having sex with your gigantic ex. Shower sex, apparently. Wanky. – She said simply. Kurt rolled his eyes. She'd piss her off.
-Santana!
Yep. Pissed off. What the hell, he'd have some fun. He winked to Santana and released himself before he spoke.
-Do you think she'd have heavy breathing, tough? She can sing while jumping, I don't think she'd have trouble with speaking after having sex – Kurt explained to Santana, almost like Rachel wasn't listening.
- Yeah, that's right… Man, Finnegan must have found something pretty useful to do with that… I don't believe I'm saying this but, damn Berry, don't you want to have some college experiences when you come back?
- Oh, no, please, not here. – Kurt answered, horrified – There are no walls here Santana! I've had enough of that when I slept right next to Finn's room. She's so loud.
-Huh, interesting… Doesn't feel like new info for me – she said, in a thoughtful way- I kind of always pictured her that way.—then her expression turned into a smirk - Wanky.
-Ok would you both stop? Kurt, you shouldn't be sharing stuff like that, and with Santana of all people! Besides, I am not loud while having sex. And Santana, I'm not interested in those college experiences you are suggesting, nor in having sex with Finn. And you know that.
Santana spoke in an innocent tone.
-Did you know that, Hummel? I didn't know that. In fact, I thought our girl Rachie was all head over penny-loafers for your brother.
-Maybe she was, but now we have a working relationship, exclusively. And nothing else has happened.
-Would you tell me why I got a text from him saying "Thank you for taking care of the Hobbit", then?
-You're making that up, Finn doesn't call me that way.
-She may be making the Hobbit part up, Diva, but he did text her thanking for taking care of you.
-Yeah, so spit, Hobbit, we don't have all day.
-ok, we may have been talking about some stuff. But that's all.
-Rachel… - Kurt said in a warning tone.
-Ok, ok!—she gave up- We were alone in the auditorium, working on the songs, and things felt kind of awkward, so we agreed we needed to talk. We talked about how we felt when he sent me there and-
-What? You hadn't talked about all that before? Not even when you broke up? – Santana asked, surprised.
-Well, he came up to find me kissing another guy, and then, the night after we fought, he sneaked before dawn. And when I came to Lima to find him, there was not a talking mood, exactly, so, no.
-Okay, I'm sorry, go on. And try not to tell me again that you were kissing that dude – Santana's voiced started raising with each word- 'cause I'm gonna find him and go all Lima Hei-
-Santana! – Kurt interrupted- We know. You already did. You and Finn, remember? Now let the girl keep talking before she's sorry.
-Sorry, I just… didn't get to punch him. Finnegan took all the fun... Go on, Berry.
-Well, he told me he was sorry he wasn't ready to come here with me, but he didn't regret sending me here. I told him that I first hated him for doing that. And that I tried to move on and forget him, being with someone else, but I wasn't being me. And I was so into my feelings that it slipped from me that after Mr. Schue's wedding scare I put my feet on the ground again and…
-Oh God – Kurt gasped – did he realize what you were talking about?
-He realized something was wrong, and I tried to avoid it, but he kept threatening me about calling you guys, and I didn't want him to find out about it from someone else, so I didn't have a choice but telling him everything.
-We wouldn't have told him anyways, Rach. – Kurt said, seriously.
- I would have.—Santana said nonchalantly. Kurt rolled his eyes.
-Yeah, you would. But what did he say? Did he faint?
- Faint? I bet he was calmed, he has experience in these kind of things—Santana said.
-Enough, Santana.—Kurt answered, using a harsh tone that put her on a serious mode. For about ten seconds.
- He didn't faint, he was really calmed, actually. I was crying, so he helped me calm down and told me I should've called him, that he would've been there with me in a heartbeat… He was actually kind of mad at me for not letting him know.
They weren't sure because she was on the phone, and she had a good control of her voice, but they could feel she started crying on those last words.
-Told you—Kurt said.
-I know, Kurt. I know how he felt when I told him. But I don't regret it because I know that it would have been worse if I had told him before. – she wasn't holding her crying now, but she was slowly raising her voice with each word - We were all there when he was dating Quinn! He couldn't even sleep, ok? I may be a selfish bitch most of the time, but I wouldn't do that. Not to him. All I had to do is convince myself I could handle it. That's how I function. Why can't anyone understand me?
Everyone went silent for some seconds (even Santana). It was Rachel who broke the silence once she calmed herself down.
-I have to go, my dads are waiting me for dinner. We'll talk later…
-I'm sorry, Rach. But you know he isn't mad at you, right? He was just shocked.
-He told me he wasn't. But I know he will when he overcomes the shock. Anyways, I really need to go, Kurt.
Her voice was cold, so neither of them pushed her.
-Ok, I'm sorry, go have dinner. Call us if you need anything.
-Bye.
She was actually alone, her dads had a work dinner and had told her they would probably come back late. But she hated those times when she was misunderstood even by her own friends. It made her feel lonely, like she was sixteen years old again and nobody liked her.
Without thinking, she took her phone again and typed a quick message.
Santana's Dictionary:
(1) Asustada, yo! Claro. Pendejo entrometido = Me? Scared? Yeah, right. Nosey asshole. (approximately)
(2) Santana Lopez no se asusta! = Santana Lopez does not get scared!
(3) No me gusta. = I don't like it. (yeah, I know, but just in case)
A/N: So… how did you like it? I have to say I enjoyed writing this chapter, especially Santana's lines :D
Thanks for reading!
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PS: Yes. Spanish is my main language. And yes, I curse a lot, just like Ms Lopez.