Love and Dreams-Faberry

Chapter Six

Santana kicked at Rachel's front door a few times two days later, her hands were full and she needed access to the apartment before she dropped the boxes of wine glasses in her hands.

Rachel pulled the door open and she waved the other girl in. "Santana, I would have gotten someone else to do that."

"No big," Santana shrugged it off and set the boxes on the counter. "You won't let me do anything else."

"Want a drink?" Rachel asked. She was beyond nervous about the night for a variety of reasons and had started drinking to calm down.

"Sounds good." She watched Rachel as they moved to the kitchen and her eyes narrowed. "What's up with you?"

"I've never really had a party," Rachel admitted. "Well I tried once in high school, but no one showed up except Jacob Ben Israel, which meant it was over before it ever really began. I'm just a little nervous."

"How did you not go insane and take a machine gun to that place?" Santana asked. She hated to admit that it made her heart ache every time Rachel brought up bad memories from high school.

"I knew I would get here," Rachel told her as she set out two shot glasses and filled them with grey goose. "I knew everyone could say anything they wanted, throw all the slushies they wanted because I knew I would be standing right here."

"I bet I didn't figure into your plans," Santana said with a grin.

"Not exactly," Rachel admitted with a laugh. "Your presence in my life has certainly been a welcome surprise."

"You know the main reason I was a bitch to you because I was jealous as hell of you, right?" Santana asked as they took their shots.

"Jealous of me?" Rachel wondered.

Santana nodded, motioning for Rachel to fill the glasses again. "You're more talented than any one person should be allowed to be. I knew you were getting the hell out of Ohio and that was all I wanted."

Rachel smiled. "And you did it." She glanced at her watch. "Quinn should be here any minute."

"You guys okay?" Santana asked as she snagged a beer from the fridge and popped the top off, sliding up onto a counter top.

Rachel nodded, a silly grin spreading across her lips. "Definitely."

"Gross." Santana rolled her eyes. "Don't even think about getting mushy."

"Sorry," Rachel apologized, trying unsuccessfully to hide her smile. "So is Richard coming tonight?"

Santana opened her mouth to respond but a knock at the door cut her off and Rachel held up a finger as she headed for the front door and pulled it open to find Quinn waiting on the other side.

"Hi," Rachel greeted with a smile.

Quinn smiled as well and leaned in to kiss Rachel gently. "Hi."

"Come in." Rachel reached for her hand and pulled her into the apartment. "Santana just got here. Can I get you a drink?"

"Sure," Quinn agreed. She smiled when she caught sight of Santana on the counter in Rachel's kitchen and she approached her and they exchanged a quick kiss on the cheek. "Hi, buddy."

"Hey," Santana greeted with a smile. "How are things?"

"Good," Quinn nodded as she shed her coat and slid it over the back of a kitchen chair. "You?"

Santana shrugged. "Not bad."

"Alone tonight?" Quinn asked, an eyebrow rising.

Santana nodded. "He had surgery."