"I'd like to thank you ll for taking the Exam. The results will be up on Edline in a week." Santana grinned at the bell, signaling the end of the period. She collected her things and, for once today, she walked like a normal human being. She went to her locker collected the homework she didn't do for Study Hall, and she rounded the corner to Rachel's locker.
"Thanks Rachel, you really are a life saver." Rachel smiled, taking the notes back with ease. "Your notes are so organized. They smell nice, too."
"Thanks, Santana. I'm glad you can count on me when you need me." Rachel smiled. This is the first time that Santana notices how pretty her eyes are. Not only that, but her teeth are damn near perfect. "Now, about the auditorium..."
"It's okay, Rachel. I can keep a promise. I'll be there." Rachel slowly smiled again. Feeling oddly spirited, Santana decided to pay her a compliment. "I've never really noticed before, because of the boring things that constantly spew out of your mouth, but you have really pretty eyes." Rachel's mouth was partly open, and she was staring at her feet. Santana took her hand and she lifted Rachel's chin, connecting their eyes. There was a silence- it was a comfortable silence, a silence that empowered Santana to stare into her eyes longer. Finally, the warning bell rang, leaving Santana and Rachel alone in the hallway. "Stop thinking lowly of yourself just because of me, because to be honest with you, you could damn well be the prettiest girl in this school." Santana then decided to walk away, freezing Rachel in her tracks. Both of them couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened. All throughout the day, Santana would try to find Rachel just to look her in her eyes. When Glee club rolled around, Santana made sure to get there early so she and Rachel would have some alone time.
"What's gotten into you?" Rachel asked with a smile and a rather flirtatious undertone, leaning on the piano as Santana sat next to her with a grin. "First you hate me, now I'm the prettiest girl in school?"
"I said you COULD be, Berry." Santana said with a grin, until she saw Rachel's hurt expression. "What's...wrong?" Santana asked softly.
"I thought...I thought you'd call me Rachel now." Rachel shrugged.
"Okay. I'll keep calling you Rachel. I'm sorry." Even Santana's eyebrows raised. She apologized for something she had said? Weird. "And I don't know. You really helped me out today. I guess I sorta realized that everytime that I made fun of you, it was out of spite. And the spite is long gone." The girls smiled at each other and they both sat down as the rest of the Glee club filed into the classroom. Mr. Schuester, obviously late, finally took his seat in the last 20 minutes of class.
"Okay class, sorry I'm late. I was just getting some stuff together and time got away from me."
"Or you were making out with Ms. Pillsbury..." Santana mumbled under her breath. Quinn, who was seated right next to Santana, giggled. As Mr. Schuester went on for the next 15 minutes, he asked if anyone had a song to sing for the last 5 minutes of class. Everyone but Finn looked at Rachel, and Finn raised his hand.
"I do, Mr. Schue." Finn slowly rose up and stood at the center, throwing a wink a Brittany. "This is for my NEW girlfriend, Brittany Pierce."
"Hold the entire fuck up." Santana stated bluntly, turning to Brittany. "You're dating Orca?" She asked softly. Brittany had just broken up with her last night.
"Yeah. I have been for a week. He treats me nice." Santana's head reeled. That meant Brittany had cheated on her. Santana cheated on EVERYONE but Brittany.
"Ew." Quinn said with a scowl. Everyone else nodded in agreement. While we waited for the song, Finn wouldn't stop looking at Brittany silently.
"You want to stop having eye sex with Brittany and start singing, Grimace?" Santana snapped, causing the entire Glee club to laugh a little. Finn blushed and began singing.
"Each time the wind blows, I hear your voice so- I call, your name..." Everyone gasped, and Rachel squinted her eyes. Everyone knew that the song Finn was singing was he and Rachel's song. As he ended, nobody but Brittany clapped, and Rachel was looking pretty pissed.
"That was ridiculous, Pastry bag." Santana finally said after a good minute of silence. The glee club nodded in agreement.
"Really, Santana? Sounds like you're just jealous that your girlfriend came to me." Finn said cockily, his eyes raised.
"Wipe the smirk off your face and get over yourself, Deep throat. I'm not only not at all jealous of the strange relationship you two have, but rather sickened. It's like a bad impersonation of King Kong. I bet the room that you two make out in smells like a mixture of premature ejaculation, cheese, and misery." Everyone else in the room is surprised by how hurt Santana sounds. Santana doesn't realize it, but she's about to cry.
"You guys...You guys can go now." Mr. Schuester waved everyone out of the choir room and the bell rings, signalling the end of school. Santana rushes to her locker, just wanting to go home and watch the Real Housewives of Atlanta.
"Fuck, Rachel." Santana sighs to herself as she brings her backpack to her shoulders, walking into the auditorium and taking a seat on the edge of the stage. Rachel obviously isn't there yet, strangely, but Santana takes that time to consider what Rachel could want. Suddenly, a hand grazes her shoulder, and Santana nearly falls off the edge of the stage. "Wow, Rachel, you scared me." She said with a small smile as Rachel sat next to her. "So, what's that favor?"
"I need you to help me out."
"Yep, that's what a favor is, Rach. What do you need me to help with?" Santana said with a little laugh.
"I think I'm a lesbian." Santana's eyebrows shoot to the sky.
"R...really?" She asks, relatively surprised. "Well...what do...what do I do about it?" She asks, clearly a bit uncomfortable.
"Kiss me." Santana's posture stiffens a little.
"W...what?" Santana stammers confusedly.
"Santana, you're the prettiest girl in this school. And to kick it, you're a lesbian. I just want an accurate representation of whether or not I am a lesbian or not." Rachel leans in and Santana puts her hand on Rachel's lips.
"It doesn't work like that. You don't know if you're a lesbian by kissing some random girl. You have to like them, it has to be special. If my first kiss with Brittany hadn't been so special, I probably wouldn't have realized I was a lesbian as soon as I did. So I can't KISS you." Rachel averted her gaze to the ground, and Santana could physically see the hurt on her face. "But I WILL take you out on a date. That is, if you want to." Rachel looked up with a grin, standing up with Santana and hugging her.
"I'd love that." Rachel blushed, looking Santana in the eye. Santana wiped the lone tear falling down Rachel's face and she smiles, staring deeply into Rachel's eyes.
"Come to my house at seven. I already know what we're doing." Santana smiles and walks away, the realization settling in.
She has a date with Rachel Berry.
