Love and Dreams-Faberry

Chapter Four

Santana looked up from her laptop when her cell phone buzzed and she noticed she had a text from Rachel.

I'm completely freaking out

-RB

Santana frowned.

Why? xS

She waited a moment for the reply wondering what the hell Rachel was so worked up about.

I have no idea what to wear…

-RB

Santana laughed out loud, shaking her head as she got up.

I'll be right over. xS

Santana didn't bother to knock as she entered Rachel's apartment and headed for the master bedroom. She rolled her eyes with a smile when she heard music blasting through the apartment, though she was surprised when she didn't hear the diva singing along with it. Instead she found Rachel near tears sitting in the back of her walk-in closet.

"Rach," Santana coaxed softly. "Come on, it's not that bad."

"I'm going to look like an idiot and she won't want to date me," Rachel pouted.

"Sweetie, she wanted to date you in high school and your clothes back then were a train wreck," Santana reminded her with a teasing grin.

"You're not helping," Rachel pointed out, a scowl peeking through her pouty lips.

"I said I was coming over," the Latina clarified with a wink. "Not that I would help."

Rachel frowned, a defeated sigh escaping her lips. Santana rolled her eyes and went poking through the closet. She picked out a tight grey skirt and handed it over. "Here, you have great legs." She then picked out a sleeveless black top and a pair of black heels and handed them both over. "Get dressed and I'll do your make up."

"Thank you," Rachel told her seriously.

Santana nodded with a wink. "Wear that knee-length black coat that you have with this."

Rachel smiled gratefully and began changing once the closet door was closed behind Santana. The diva emerged a moment later and sat on the counter top while Santana applied her make up.

"I'm still freaking out," Rachel admitted.

"Close your eyes," Santana instructed and the other girl obliged. "Why are you still freaking out?"

"What if this is my only chance to win her back?" Rachel mumbled.

"You'll be fine, Rach," Santana assured her. "Look up."

Rachel set her eyes on the ceiling. "Thank you for the help."

"Don't worry about it," Santana said with a smile. "I still remember how happy you made her in high school. I want to see her that happy again."

"I'd like to see you as happy as you were back then," Rachel told her softly. "Don't look at me like that."

Santana rolled her eyes, effectively dropping her glare. "I'm not talking about this. Besides, tonight is about you and Q. Don't screw it up, remember?"

"Thank you for not allowing me the opportunity to alleviate some of my anxiety about my date tonight by focusing on your past love life," Rachel grumbled.

"Anytime, pal," Santana joked with a wink.

She searched through Rachel's hair products and squirted some mousse into her palm and ran her fingers through the other girl's hair, tousling it slightly. "It gives you the 'just been fucked' look without actually having been fucked."