Love and Dreams-Faberry

Chapter Seven

The next morning Santana pulled her front door open to reveal a grinning Rachel standing outside the door with her newspaper. "Good morning."

"Morning." Santana held the door open wider and the shorter girl entered the apartment and shut the door after her.

"So, how did it go?" Rachel asked as the pair entered the kitchen and she took a seat at the counter.

"How did what go?" Santana asked casually. Truth be told, her entire being had been completely set ablaze with the thought of being around Brittany again.

"You and Brit," Rachel clarified. "Don't think I didn't notice the looks you two were giving each other all night. It was very clandestine."

Santana turned from the diva to hide the grin that spread across her features and she poured the other girl a cup of coffee. "We talked. Nothing clandestine."

"I saw you talk," Rachel responded, growing impatient. "What happened?"

Santana sighed and turned back to the shorter girl, sliding a mug of coffee across the counter to her. "It's still really strained. I know I broke her heart in high school. It was so familiar but so different at the same time. I wanted to cry."

Rachel could feel the hurt rolling off her friend in waves. "I'm sorry."

"I'm really glad you did what you did," Santana told her. "Regardless of what I said last night. I needed to see her. I just didn't realize how badly I needed to see her until I laid eyes on her."

"So you're okay?" Rachel asked.

Santana nodded. "I'll be alright. When are you going out with Q again?"

"Tonight," Rachel told her.

"I'm really happy for you guys." Santana smiled genuinely.

"Thanks." Rachel suddenly grinned. "I got tickets for everyone for the show in a few weeks. Kurt wants Mercedes to see it next time she's in town so everyone is coming and then we're all going to Quinn's restaurant for a late dinner."

"Okay," Santana agreed.

"I got you two tickets, I wasn't sure if Richard could make it," Rachel said.

Santana shook her head. "No offense, but he would rather have all his teeth pulled without Novocain than go to a musical. If it's possible I think he's the only person on Earth that literally hates music."

"He sounds fun," Rachel muttered before she could stop herself. She winced and covered her mouth with a clap of her hand. "I'm sorry. That was terribly rude of me. You know as well as anyone that the filter from my brain to my mouth sometimes goes on hiatus."

Santana laughed in spite of herself. "It's fine."

"You love music," Rachel sighed. "How can you stand it?"

Santana shrugged. "That's why God invented ipods." She pointed at the other girl. "I hope you have a fantastic dress for tonight after the show."

"I'll show you," Rachel told her and took off for her place. A minute later she returned with a little black dress and heels.

"Nice," Santana approved. "Thank God your taste has improved. I wanted to set your closet on fire in high school. This is much better. Q's gonna die."

"I'm not crazy am I?" Rachel suddenly asked. At Santana's frown, she continued. "In high school I was so desperate for any kind of human compassion that I convinced myself that I had a crush on Mr. Schuester. This isn't the same, is it?"

"No." Santana shook her head. "Rach, she loves you. It's not the same at all."

"Okay," Rachel sighed. "Good."