Hopelessly Devoted To You

It's Santana

The day at the Kurtcheltana condo wasn't at all better than Santana's. After Santana left, Rachel had broken down in tears and Kurt had tried to calm her down for almost a couple hours.

"Kurt, I think I screwed it" she mumbled once she finally stopped crying.

"I'm not going to lie; Rachel, the things you said were pretty bad and you know how Santana is. It really doesn't look good at all, but she has to come back, she lives here, she will need a shower and clothes and food...eventually" he soothed, hugging his best friend tightly. He didn't know what else to say. If he had learnt something after so many years living with Satan and Egoberry was that it was better for him to step aside when things got to this point. He knew perfectly that, despite the fact he asked Santana to talk to Rachel, Santana needed space right now. He knew by heart that Rachel's words had reopened old wounds and it was better to leave her alone for now. Also he knew by heart that giving someone space wasn't Rachel's speciality. Rachel was the clingy type, the one that needs to make everything up right away, before letting the waters calm back down. Rachel and Santana were like water and oil, but for some reason, when everything was fine, they really fitted together. When everything was fine, Kurt was extremely happy and proud of the little family they had formed. But days like this...he really started thinking how things hadn't worked out with Blaine and maybe wishing a little bit that they had so they could be living together and he could scape this hellhole he was living in. Because when Santana and Rachel were at their worst, calling it a hellhole was an understatement.

"Why don't you try calling Quinn? I mean, you are kind of something now. I know what happened at the Samcedes wedding was awkward and it hurt you, but Q has always been there for you, and she knows Santana better than anyone else in this world, maybe she could give you some better advice" he offered lowly, giving Rachel a sweet smile as he saw her friend's eyes light up and smile. Without saying a word, she got up the couch and wandered towards her room for more privacy.

For once, Kurt was not interested on eavesdropping so he made his way to their kitchen and started preparing some hot chocolate. It tasted kind of weird since both the milk and the chocolate were vegan, but it was a night to please Rachel, not himself, and he had gotten used to her vegan products after so long time.

Kurt started to worry a bit when after forty-five minutes Rachel hadn't walked out her room, so he walked towards it to check on his friend. The moment he was about to knock on her door, Rachel opened it and met him with watery eyes. She was crying her eyes out again.

"Rach- what...what happened?" he asked, pulling the short brunette into a bear hug.

"Quinn..." Rachel sniffled "She...she ended what we had and said sorry for leading me on to a misunderstanding. She has no feelings for me..." Rachel's voice died in her throat as she stared at the wall and her mouth was moving, but no sounds came out of it, until finally she managed to whisper "...Santana..." before she turned back around and slammed the door practically on Kurt's face.

With a sigh, Kurt went back to the kitchen, deciding that he would drink both hot cocoas he had made. Maybe Rachel deserved one, but he was having the worst time there really trying not to take any side. Both Rachel and Santana were his friends, even Quinn was his friend, and all this was really getting out of hands. And he knew he had part of the fault. When Rachel told him that Quinn was messing around with her, he had encouraged the girl to take advantage of the situation. Kurt had been there back at McKinley when there was an obvious sexual tension between the two girls, so he thought there was nothing wrong with fooling around with her even if it was only on the phone. But as I said, Rachel is the clingy type, and for some reason Kurt wasn't still aware of, Rachel had fallen hard and fast for the blonde ex-cheerleader. And Kurt knew by heart that Quinn had never stopped loving Santana. For God's sake, she hadn't even really been with anyone for the past five years aside of a very few one night stands that Kurt suspected were only used to not forget how the hell a person had sex. He knew inside that he should have warned Rachel and tell her to be careful, but he didn't and, oh well, here we were now. After drinking both cups and checking the clock, he decided it was better if he headed to bed. It was getting late and he had an early morning.

Not that long after both Kurt and Rachel had fallen asleep lost in their own thoughts a hard and desperate slamming on their door woke them both up. Rachel quickly glanced at her bedside table, it was 4.30 am. She sweared to God, if Santana had forgotten her keys again and was slamming at the door like crazy, she would definitely kill her. But the sound was more desperate than she expected, automatically getting a bad feeling in her gut.

Both Rachel and Kurt stormed towards their front door and when they opened it, the world stopped. Standing there, or better, pushing them aside to get in the apartment, they saw two girls Rachel recognized as Santana's co-workers, and after them a big tall man that looked like a security guard that was holding in his hands a hopeless looking like shit and passed out Santana Lopez. She let out a gasp at the sight and led them to the couch to lay the small Latina down, but she let another gasp when she saw that behind them, Noah and Jake Puckerman walked inside their place. Rachel frowned deeply looking at them but decided it wasn't the time to make questions. She knew the Puckerman's had started a music group on their own and used to go on tour every now and again in Ohio and some other nearby states. What they were doing in New York was a complete mystery.

The house went crazy in seconds. The girls were trying to get Santana off her clothes, that was when Rachel noticed the Latina had probably thrown up all over herself. The boys, Kurt included, were running between the kitchen and the bathroom looking for enough supplies to get Santana back into consciousness. And she was there, frozen, looking at everything. Then it hit her. She knew what she had to do, even if it hurt like hell, she had to do it.

Rachel ran to her room and grabbed her phone and got back to the living room, she didn't want to take an eye off her roommate, trying as hard as she could not to break down again. Was it her fault? Did she hurt the brunette Latina enough to get her into that state? Without more hesitation she dialled a phone number she knew by memory right now.

"Quinn, sorry to-...No, Q... I know it's late..." Kurt watched Rachel frowning a bit when he caught the name of the blonde "I'm not calling - ... Quinn, listen - .... Yes, I know I have called a million times but it has nothing to do with-... Can't you just lis-...." She was getting frustrated, she sensed it, and Kurt sensed it too. Quinn was not letting her talk. And then she lost it. "QUINN FABRAY SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN TO ME!" she yelled on the phone, which effectively caused Quinn to get silent, as well as it caused the rest of the people in the room to freeze and look at her. After a few seconds of a very, very, tense silence...

"It's Santana" she whimpered.

The call was automatically cut off.