Habits

Unexpected Saviour

Pairing: Santana/Rachel

"Oops. Sorry." Santana apologized sarcastically after 'accidentally' bumping into Rachel, making the girl drop her textbooks in turn. The girl waved her fingers at the diva with a fake smile and walked away chuckling.

Santana couldn't quite say exactly why she hated Rachel so much. Maybe it was her huge nose, maybe it was all the argyle, maybe it was her obnoxious, diva attitude. There was a lot of things to hate. All she knew, was that she had a really strong urge to act on it.

You couldn't really blame her. Rachel was an easy target. It was fun to fuck with her.

"Tana. You shouldn't be so mean to her." Brittany said softly as thy walked away. The blonde had started hanging out with Rachel a lot for some unknown reason.

It didn't sit well with Santana.

"Who gives a shit? It's Berry." She emphasized on Rachel's last name before smirking. "She needs to learn to stand up for herself."

"Would it kill you to just lighten up?" Brittany sighed. Santana pretended to be in thought before nodding.

"Yes." The two girls looked at each and chuckled for a second. "I don't even get why you willingly chill with her."

"She's pretty cool, actually." Brittany shrugged, making the latina scoff.

"That's like saying that I'm not hot." Brittany grinned at the comment.

"But it's true! She's cool. And you're hot." The blonde said. Santana blushed at the compliment

"Yeah yeah. Let's just get to glee."

*

Rachel's palms were sweating like crazy. She knew she had to do this. But she was still terrified.

After Rachel had asked Brittany how she could just be bisexual so easily, the blonde started to help her through accepting that she was gay. Rachel was surprised when Brittany offered to help her. Sure, the two had been alright friends for a while, but the brunette didn't thing they were that close.

Eventually, Brittany convinced Rachel to come out to glee club. She said it would help with the weight she felt on her chest.

"Get on with it, Hobbit." Santana snapped when she saw Rachel just standing there, opening and closing her mouth.

"I'm gay." She blurted. Everybody seemed to stopped what they were doing. Brittany grinned and started clapping before skipping to Rachel and hugging her.

"See? Easy." The blonde whispered to Rachel. Next was Kurt. He still looked shocked, but was smiling nonetheless. Soon, there was a group hug with Rachel in the centre. Everybody but Quinn and Santana who still seemed in shock of the information.

Santana still hated Rachel. She would never make fun of her for her sexuality of course, but she definitely didn't plan on lightening up. Being gay didn't change the fact that she hated Rachel Berry.

*

"All you need is a guy like me to straighten you out." Santana heard as she walked to her car. A bunch of guys had been saying that to Rachel since word got around about her sexuality. So she didn't pay much mind to it.

"Let go of me." Rachel gritted out.

"What's wrong, babe? Do you really need me to fuck you for you to see that you need a man?" The voice asked. This alerted Santana. She stopped walking to listen some more.

"I said stop!" Rachel nearly shouted.

"Come here." Santana heard the sounds of kisses and Rachel struggling. "Let's just get your skirt off." Suddenly, there was a muffled scream and Santana's eyes widened.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" She shouted at the rugby jock who had a hand over Rachel's mouth and the other down her skirt. She had run around the building into the alleyway.

"It's none of your business, Lopez. You don't even like her." He spat.

"Yeah. But I'm not about to let you fucking rape her!" When he didn't budge, she screamed and lunged. She latched onto his back and started pounding into his head with her fists. Suddenly, she felt two hands on her hips and the breath left her lungs when her back hit the wall of the school. The tall jock was looming over her and she felt a fist colliding with her cheek and she lost it.

The pain in her left cheek only added to the adrenaline she felt when she jumped up and grabbed him by the back of the neck. She pulled his face down and lifted her knee up to meet his nose.

"Dont. You. Fucking. Dare. Touch. Me!" She screamed. She kneed his gut and kicked his face once more before letting the boy fall into a dirty, bloody mess on the ground.

She turned her attention to Rachel and saw the girl curled up in a corner. Tears were streaming down her face but she wasn't sobbing. She saw that the jock had left and was about to leave herself when she felt something in her gut.

She didn't know why, but she was helping Berry to her feet and started walking her to the washroom. When they got there, she pulled out the fold-out chair that the gleeks kept in there and set it up next to the sink for Rachel.

Santana let the girl sit before she looked at her injuries. Her hips were bruised from the hard grip the boy had on her and her back was utterly sore from the impact.

Her cheek was bleeding hard and it hurt to move her face.

She grabbed a bunch of paper towels before wetting them and started to slowly clean the wound, wincing at the pain.

When she was about halfway done, she felt a small hand cover hers before taking the paper towel wad away from her grasp completely and taking over for her.

Santana's eyes met similar chocolate brown ones and she wanted to cry at how wounded they looked. You could practically see the scars if you looked close enough.

When Rachel finished, she let her hand linger on Santana's cheek. The latina opened her mouth to speak. "Thank-" but she was cut of by Rachel's lips on hers.

She tensed for all of three seconds before relaxing and kissing back.

Rachel smelled of the jocks cologne and, for some unknown reason, Santana found herself wanting to kiss the diva long enough to make her tan skin smell of the latinas perfume instead.

A/N: So yeah. Pezberry haha. Idk. What to say so there ya go.