Pieces (14/16)
Title: Pieces
Pairing: Rachel/Santana, Shelby
Length:52,788
Spoilers: Up to season 3
Summary: Rachel never expected to find out she's a werewolf, and once the reality of it sinks in, she feels like a monster. Surprisingly enough there's someone unexpected who helps her keep onto the humanity inside her.
Note: This is written for the Glee Big Bang.
Rachel didn’t feel like doing anything that day, all she could think about was Santana and it was as if the pain of Santana walking out on her would never go away. She had lost Santana forever, and she shouldn’t be so upset, but she was. Still, despite how hurt she was, she forced herself to go to school, which led to now. With her locker open and staring at the books in it blankly. She suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder and she jumped. Turning around, she saw Puck looking at her with a frown on his face.
“You okay?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Rachel said quietly and Puck nodded. After she got her books, she closed her locker and let Puck put his arm around her shoulder and walk her to class.
From across the hall, Santana stood at her locker with Quinn and Brittany, watching Rachel. As she watched Puck put his arm around her, her hand unconsciously tightened into a fist. Brittany and Quinn looked down, noticing her fist, and Brittany looked back at Rachel.
“Did something happen between you and Rachel?” Brittany asked.
“No, nothing happened.” Santana said quickly, not wanting to be reminded of the day before, in Rachel’s room.
“Are you sure?” Quinn asked softly.
“I’m sure.” Santana said, her voice harsher than she intended. Quinn sighed, knowing Santana wasn’t telling the truth and looked at Brittany, who seemed to think the same thing. Brittany reached out and grabbed Santana’s arm lightly and Santana relaxed slightly. She grabbed Santana’s hand and pulled her down the hall to their own class, with Quinn behind them, trying to make sense of everything. She had no idea what was going on with Santana and Rachel, but she was going to find out.
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The rest of the day the two didn’t talk to each other, and Quinn, Brittany, and Puck definitely noticed. When Puck was at his locker, without Rachel, Quinn and Brittan walked up to him and he grinned.
“You want some of the Puckasourus?” He asked, winking at them. Quinn rolled her eyes and Brittany shook her head.
“No, but thanks for the offer.” Brittany said brightly and Quinn sighed.
“Anyway,” Quinn said, trying to do what she originally wanted. “Do you know what’s up with Santana and Rachel?” At that, Puck’s grin fell and he shook his head.
“No, I was wondering if you guys knew,” When they both shook their heads he let out a sigh. “Maybe they got into a fight?”
“Maybe,” Quinn said softly. “Either we, me and Britt need to talk to Santana.”
“And that means you got to talk to Rachel.” Brittany said and Puck nodded.
“Sure, anything to find out what’s got her so down today.” So they had made a deal, Puck would talk to Rachel, and Quinn and Brittany would talk to Santana. The three were anxious for the day to end, wanting to talk to the two. When it finally did, Puck walked to Rachel’s locker, seeing her already there putting her books away. Puck walked up to her and leaned against the lockers and frowned when she didn’t notice him.
“Hey,” Rachel jumped again and looked at him, giving a small smile as she closed her locker. “Wanna hang out today?”
“I’m not really in the mood to go anywhere, Noah.” Puck frowned and nodded.
“Okay, but I’m guessing something happened.
“Nothing happened.” Rachel said quickly and Puck sighed.
“Lying,” Puck said and Rachel sighed. “You can talk to me, you know.” Rachel looked at Puck, thinking about it. Talking to someone might help her, and she could exactly tell Shelby that she told Santana that she was a werewolf. She’d be furious.
“Okay.” Rachel finally said and Puck smiled.
“Your place or mine?”
“Mine’s fine.” Rachel said and Puck nodded. They walked out to Puck’s car to her house, so he can hopefully get something out of her and help her out.
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“This food is crap.” Santana snapped. Quinn sighed and put down her fork, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Santana, we’re at Breadstix, you love this place.” Quinn said. Her and Brittany had cornered Santana after school and made her go to Breadstix with them. Santana, being dragged, had done nothing but complain all the way there and was still complaining even with the food in front of her.
“No, I don’t.” Santana snapped and Quinn scoffed.
“Yes you do.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Let’s see the ducks later,” Both girls stopped and looked at Brittany, who was smiling at them. “They always make me feel better, so it can cheer San up too.” Santana sighed and leaned back in her seat.
“I don’t think that’s gonna work this time, Britt.” Santana said sadly and Brittany frowned.
“Okay, seriously, what’s wrong?” Quinn asked, her voice filled with concern. “Does this have to do with Rachel?”
“Maybe,” Santana said and Quinn raised an eyebrow. “Okay, it does.” Santana groaned.
“Did you guys have a fight?” Brittany asked.
“Something like that.”
“What did you guys fight about?” She asked again and Santana bit her lip. She couldn’t tell them, they probably wouldn’t believe her. Even she wasn’t completely sure that she believed Rachel was a werewolf.
“What if…” Santana started but closed her mouth quickly. She took a deep breath and started again. “What would you do if you found out something about someone that you never expected? Like, what if it was their darkest secret and it was really dark?” Quinn and Brittany stared at her, unsure of what to say.
“Santana, what’s wrong?” Quinn finally asked softly. She didn’t know what to expect, but she didn’t think Santana would ask something like that. Something… dark. Now, she really was worried, not just for Santana but for Rachel too.
“If you’re not going to say anything useful, then forget it,” Santana snapped and Quinn frowned. Santana huffed and started grabbing her things. “Whatever, I have to go.”
“Hey, San,” Brittany said and Santana looked over. “If you trust someone and like them, really like them, then what you find out about them shouldn’t matter,” Santana paused and gapped at her. “And I know you care about Rachel, so shouldn’t it not matter what you find out about her?” Brittany finished with a smile and Santana blinked. She sat, frozen, thinking about Brittany’s words before suddenly standing up with her things.
“I have to go, later guys,” Santana said and started turning around, but stopped and looked back at them with a smile. “Thanks guys.” She saw Quinn and Brittany smile back at her and she turned back around, leaving Breadstix.
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Rachel and Puck were in her room, sitting on the bed with their backs against the wall and Rachel’s head on his shoulder. They hadn’t said a word and Puck thought Rachel wasn’t going to talk at all. He bit his lip and looked down at her.
“Hey, Rachel?” He asked softly.
“Hmm?” Rachel said, not moving or looking up at him.
“What happened to your side?” He felt her stiffen next to him at the question, and he wondered what had happened. He didn’t need anyone to tell him she was injured, he had watched her and saw the stiff movements and the way her face contorted in pain when she moved too quickly. He had seen guys on the football team get hurt and knew what it looked like, especially when they were trying to hide it, like she was doing.
“It’s a long story.” She finally said.
“I got nothing but time.” Puck encouraged and Rachel bit her lip. She had already told Santana that she was a werewolf and that made her lose her. She could tell Puck, who, despite all her attempts to push him away, she still had. With everything that happened, she couldn’t lose him too, even if she should.
“You don’t want to know, because honestly, it’s better if you don’t know.” Rachel said and moved her head off of him. Puck sighed and looked at her.
“Rachel, you’re my friend and nothing you can say will change that, so you can tell me anything.” Rachel smiled at Puck’s words, knowing he meant what he said. She knew he considered everyone in glee club his friend, and he would always be there for them, including her. She looked up at him and placed her hand on top of his.
“Thank you, Noah, maybe one day I can tell you, but not right now.” Puck smiled and moved his hand so he was holding hers and gave it a comforting squeeze.
“I’m here when you’re ready.” Rachel was going to say something, but the doorbell rang and cut her off.
“I should get that.” She said and got up from the bed. She walked downstairs and to the door and opened it. As soon as she did, she paused and gaped at who was at the other side.
Outside her door was Santana, holding a plastic bag and shifting from foot to foot nervously. She looked up at Rachel before looking down quickly.
“Hey.” Santana said and Rachel finally snapped out of her daze.
“Hi.” Rachel greeted back and Santana gave her a small smile as she motioned to the inside of the house.
“Can I come in?” Rachel bit her lip and looked down.
“Actually, Noah’s here and…”
“Oh, sorry,” Santana said quickly. “I’ll just go then.” Santana turned around, ready to go, but Rachel quickly reached out and grabbed her wrist.
“No, don’t-” She paused and winced at the sudden movement, making Santana frown and step closer to her. “Stay, I’ll just tell Noah to come back later.” Santana wanted to protest, but Rachel tightened her grip on her, and Santana knew she couldn’t say no.
“Alright.” She finally said and Rachel smiled. Without letting go of her wrist, she led Santana into the living room.
“I’ll be back.” Rachel said, finally letting go and walking upstairs. Santana stood awkwardly in the room and waited for a few minutes. She heard footsteps again and saw Puck coming down with Rachel behind him. As he made his way to the front door, he gave Santana a stern look before looking away and smiling at Rachel.
“Talk to you later.” He said and Rachel nodded and hugged him. Once he was out the door she walked to Santana and smiled nervously at her.
“Um, want to go to my room?” Santana nodded and followed Rachel upstairs to her room. Once inside, Rachel closed the door and finally noticed the bag. “What’s in there?”
“Huh?” Santana looked down at it and looked back at Rachel. “Oh yeah, lift up your shirt and lie on the bed.”
“W-what?” Rachel stuttered, blushing and holding down her shirt more. Santana laughed lightly at the sight and shook her head.
“I’m not gonna do anything like that,” She reached in and took out a jar of cream. “It’s for your bruise.” Santana still wasn’t sure if Rachel was telling the complete truth, but if she was and she was that wolf that was in her backyard, then she knew Rachel was hurt.
Her brother had come out of the house with her parents, just as terrified as them. He had gotten his hands on two metal baseball bats and a wooden stick and she remembered each giving them to her parents and keeping one for himself. She remembered him running towards the wolf and hitting it with the baseball bat, making it yelp in pain. All Santana could do at that moment was look on, and a part of her wanted to check to see if the wolf was fine, but they had grabbed her and dragged her into the house.
Rachel slowly took off her shirt and as Santana watched, she couldn’t help but gasp at the sight. It was large and black, and if Santana didn’t know any better, she would have thought it was broken. Rachel saw the horrified look on her face and looked down at the bruise, frowning.
“It’s okay,” She said quickly. “It could have been worse.” Santana scoffed at the words.
“How could it have been worse?”
“I could have jumped in front of a car by accident again.” Santana grinned and shook her head. She motioned for Rachel to lay down, and once she did, she opened the bottle of cream. She dunked her fingers in it and reached out and put in on Rachel’s stomach. Rachel let out a small gasp and Santana whipped her hand back.
“You okay?” Santana asked, worried. Rachel nodded and looked up at her.
“It’s cold.” Rachel said with a cheeky grin and Santana sighed.
“You had me worried there, I thought I put too much pressure.”
“Sorry.” Rachel said and Santana smiled.
“Just tell me if it hurts too much,” Rachel nodded and Santana put her fingers on Rachel’s ribs again. Slowly, she read it over the bruise, watching Rachel’s face for any type of pained expression. Once she was done she closed the bottle and stood up. “Um, can I use your bathroom?”
“Sure, it’s over there.” Rachel said, pointing to her bedroom bathroom. Once Santana was inside, she sat up and put on her shirt before laying back down. As she stared at the ceiling, she slowly placed her hand on her bruise, wincing a little at the contact.
“You shouldn’t touch it.” Rachel jumped and looked over at Santana. She was at the doorway, frowning at her, making Rachel sit up as quickly as she could and move her hand away.
“Sorry.” She apologized again and Santana sighed and looked at Rachel silently for a few minutes before walking over to the bed and sitting down next to her. They sat next to each other, silent, and Rachel wondered if Santana was ever going to speak up. Finally having enough, she spoke up.
“I thought you didn’t believe me.” Santana bit her lip and looked down at her hands.
“I don’t know what to believe.” Santana said softly and Rachel frowned.
“Believe me,” Rachel said, but Santana didn’t say anything. Rachel sighed and looked back down, defeated. “I wish I could prove it to you, but I can’t just… turn, it only happens on the full moon,” Rachel sighed and looked at Santana again. “You… I understand if you want nothing to do with me.” Santana’s head snapped up at that, and she looked at Rachel.
“I…” She paused as she tried to find the right words. “Look, all of this is hard to take in, but I want this to work out.”
“This?” Rachel asked, confused. Santana smiled softly and leaned forward. Her lips brushed against Rachel’s, barely there but it was enough to make Rachel’s breath hitch and heart speed up. Slowly, Santana put more pressure on her lips and Rachel quickly reciprocated the action. Suddenly, they were kissing, slowly at first, but then picking up speed and continuing until they need air. When they broke apart, out of breath, Santana looked at Rachel and smiled.
“This.” Santana whispered and Rachel smiled back at her. She liked this.
Pairing: Rachel/Santana, Shelby
Length:52,788
Spoilers: Up to season 3
Summary: Rachel never expected to find out she's a werewolf, and once the reality of it sinks in, she feels like a monster. Surprisingly enough there's someone unexpected who helps her keep onto the humanity inside her.
Note: This is written for the Glee Big Bang.
Rachel didn’t feel like doing anything that day, all she could think about was Santana and it was as if the pain of Santana walking out on her would never go away. She had lost Santana forever, and she shouldn’t be so upset, but she was. Still, despite how hurt she was, she forced herself to go to school, which led to now. With her locker open and staring at the books in it blankly. She suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder and she jumped. Turning around, she saw Puck looking at her with a frown on his face.
“You okay?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Rachel said quietly and Puck nodded. After she got her books, she closed her locker and let Puck put his arm around her shoulder and walk her to class.
From across the hall, Santana stood at her locker with Quinn and Brittany, watching Rachel. As she watched Puck put his arm around her, her hand unconsciously tightened into a fist. Brittany and Quinn looked down, noticing her fist, and Brittany looked back at Rachel.
“Did something happen between you and Rachel?” Brittany asked.
“No, nothing happened.” Santana said quickly, not wanting to be reminded of the day before, in Rachel’s room.
“Are you sure?” Quinn asked softly.
“I’m sure.” Santana said, her voice harsher than she intended. Quinn sighed, knowing Santana wasn’t telling the truth and looked at Brittany, who seemed to think the same thing. Brittany reached out and grabbed Santana’s arm lightly and Santana relaxed slightly. She grabbed Santana’s hand and pulled her down the hall to their own class, with Quinn behind them, trying to make sense of everything. She had no idea what was going on with Santana and Rachel, but she was going to find out.
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The rest of the day the two didn’t talk to each other, and Quinn, Brittany, and Puck definitely noticed. When Puck was at his locker, without Rachel, Quinn and Brittan walked up to him and he grinned.
“You want some of the Puckasourus?” He asked, winking at them. Quinn rolled her eyes and Brittany shook her head.
“No, but thanks for the offer.” Brittany said brightly and Quinn sighed.
“Anyway,” Quinn said, trying to do what she originally wanted. “Do you know what’s up with Santana and Rachel?” At that, Puck’s grin fell and he shook his head.
“No, I was wondering if you guys knew,” When they both shook their heads he let out a sigh. “Maybe they got into a fight?”
“Maybe,” Quinn said softly. “Either we, me and Britt need to talk to Santana.”
“And that means you got to talk to Rachel.” Brittany said and Puck nodded.
“Sure, anything to find out what’s got her so down today.” So they had made a deal, Puck would talk to Rachel, and Quinn and Brittany would talk to Santana. The three were anxious for the day to end, wanting to talk to the two. When it finally did, Puck walked to Rachel’s locker, seeing her already there putting her books away. Puck walked up to her and leaned against the lockers and frowned when she didn’t notice him.
“Hey,” Rachel jumped again and looked at him, giving a small smile as she closed her locker. “Wanna hang out today?”
“I’m not really in the mood to go anywhere, Noah.” Puck frowned and nodded.
“Okay, but I’m guessing something happened.
“Nothing happened.” Rachel said quickly and Puck sighed.
“Lying,” Puck said and Rachel sighed. “You can talk to me, you know.” Rachel looked at Puck, thinking about it. Talking to someone might help her, and she could exactly tell Shelby that she told Santana that she was a werewolf. She’d be furious.
“Okay.” Rachel finally said and Puck smiled.
“Your place or mine?”
“Mine’s fine.” Rachel said and Puck nodded. They walked out to Puck’s car to her house, so he can hopefully get something out of her and help her out.
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“This food is crap.” Santana snapped. Quinn sighed and put down her fork, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Santana, we’re at Breadstix, you love this place.” Quinn said. Her and Brittany had cornered Santana after school and made her go to Breadstix with them. Santana, being dragged, had done nothing but complain all the way there and was still complaining even with the food in front of her.
“No, I don’t.” Santana snapped and Quinn scoffed.
“Yes you do.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Let’s see the ducks later,” Both girls stopped and looked at Brittany, who was smiling at them. “They always make me feel better, so it can cheer San up too.” Santana sighed and leaned back in her seat.
“I don’t think that’s gonna work this time, Britt.” Santana said sadly and Brittany frowned.
“Okay, seriously, what’s wrong?” Quinn asked, her voice filled with concern. “Does this have to do with Rachel?”
“Maybe,” Santana said and Quinn raised an eyebrow. “Okay, it does.” Santana groaned.
“Did you guys have a fight?” Brittany asked.
“Something like that.”
“What did you guys fight about?” She asked again and Santana bit her lip. She couldn’t tell them, they probably wouldn’t believe her. Even she wasn’t completely sure that she believed Rachel was a werewolf.
“What if…” Santana started but closed her mouth quickly. She took a deep breath and started again. “What would you do if you found out something about someone that you never expected? Like, what if it was their darkest secret and it was really dark?” Quinn and Brittany stared at her, unsure of what to say.
“Santana, what’s wrong?” Quinn finally asked softly. She didn’t know what to expect, but she didn’t think Santana would ask something like that. Something… dark. Now, she really was worried, not just for Santana but for Rachel too.
“If you’re not going to say anything useful, then forget it,” Santana snapped and Quinn frowned. Santana huffed and started grabbing her things. “Whatever, I have to go.”
“Hey, San,” Brittany said and Santana looked over. “If you trust someone and like them, really like them, then what you find out about them shouldn’t matter,” Santana paused and gapped at her. “And I know you care about Rachel, so shouldn’t it not matter what you find out about her?” Brittany finished with a smile and Santana blinked. She sat, frozen, thinking about Brittany’s words before suddenly standing up with her things.
“I have to go, later guys,” Santana said and started turning around, but stopped and looked back at them with a smile. “Thanks guys.” She saw Quinn and Brittany smile back at her and she turned back around, leaving Breadstix.
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Rachel and Puck were in her room, sitting on the bed with their backs against the wall and Rachel’s head on his shoulder. They hadn’t said a word and Puck thought Rachel wasn’t going to talk at all. He bit his lip and looked down at her.
“Hey, Rachel?” He asked softly.
“Hmm?” Rachel said, not moving or looking up at him.
“What happened to your side?” He felt her stiffen next to him at the question, and he wondered what had happened. He didn’t need anyone to tell him she was injured, he had watched her and saw the stiff movements and the way her face contorted in pain when she moved too quickly. He had seen guys on the football team get hurt and knew what it looked like, especially when they were trying to hide it, like she was doing.
“It’s a long story.” She finally said.
“I got nothing but time.” Puck encouraged and Rachel bit her lip. She had already told Santana that she was a werewolf and that made her lose her. She could tell Puck, who, despite all her attempts to push him away, she still had. With everything that happened, she couldn’t lose him too, even if she should.
“You don’t want to know, because honestly, it’s better if you don’t know.” Rachel said and moved her head off of him. Puck sighed and looked at her.
“Rachel, you’re my friend and nothing you can say will change that, so you can tell me anything.” Rachel smiled at Puck’s words, knowing he meant what he said. She knew he considered everyone in glee club his friend, and he would always be there for them, including her. She looked up at him and placed her hand on top of his.
“Thank you, Noah, maybe one day I can tell you, but not right now.” Puck smiled and moved his hand so he was holding hers and gave it a comforting squeeze.
“I’m here when you’re ready.” Rachel was going to say something, but the doorbell rang and cut her off.
“I should get that.” She said and got up from the bed. She walked downstairs and to the door and opened it. As soon as she did, she paused and gaped at who was at the other side.
Outside her door was Santana, holding a plastic bag and shifting from foot to foot nervously. She looked up at Rachel before looking down quickly.
“Hey.” Santana said and Rachel finally snapped out of her daze.
“Hi.” Rachel greeted back and Santana gave her a small smile as she motioned to the inside of the house.
“Can I come in?” Rachel bit her lip and looked down.
“Actually, Noah’s here and…”
“Oh, sorry,” Santana said quickly. “I’ll just go then.” Santana turned around, ready to go, but Rachel quickly reached out and grabbed her wrist.
“No, don’t-” She paused and winced at the sudden movement, making Santana frown and step closer to her. “Stay, I’ll just tell Noah to come back later.” Santana wanted to protest, but Rachel tightened her grip on her, and Santana knew she couldn’t say no.
“Alright.” She finally said and Rachel smiled. Without letting go of her wrist, she led Santana into the living room.
“I’ll be back.” Rachel said, finally letting go and walking upstairs. Santana stood awkwardly in the room and waited for a few minutes. She heard footsteps again and saw Puck coming down with Rachel behind him. As he made his way to the front door, he gave Santana a stern look before looking away and smiling at Rachel.
“Talk to you later.” He said and Rachel nodded and hugged him. Once he was out the door she walked to Santana and smiled nervously at her.
“Um, want to go to my room?” Santana nodded and followed Rachel upstairs to her room. Once inside, Rachel closed the door and finally noticed the bag. “What’s in there?”
“Huh?” Santana looked down at it and looked back at Rachel. “Oh yeah, lift up your shirt and lie on the bed.”
“W-what?” Rachel stuttered, blushing and holding down her shirt more. Santana laughed lightly at the sight and shook her head.
“I’m not gonna do anything like that,” She reached in and took out a jar of cream. “It’s for your bruise.” Santana still wasn’t sure if Rachel was telling the complete truth, but if she was and she was that wolf that was in her backyard, then she knew Rachel was hurt.
Her brother had come out of the house with her parents, just as terrified as them. He had gotten his hands on two metal baseball bats and a wooden stick and she remembered each giving them to her parents and keeping one for himself. She remembered him running towards the wolf and hitting it with the baseball bat, making it yelp in pain. All Santana could do at that moment was look on, and a part of her wanted to check to see if the wolf was fine, but they had grabbed her and dragged her into the house.
Rachel slowly took off her shirt and as Santana watched, she couldn’t help but gasp at the sight. It was large and black, and if Santana didn’t know any better, she would have thought it was broken. Rachel saw the horrified look on her face and looked down at the bruise, frowning.
“It’s okay,” She said quickly. “It could have been worse.” Santana scoffed at the words.
“How could it have been worse?”
“I could have jumped in front of a car by accident again.” Santana grinned and shook her head. She motioned for Rachel to lay down, and once she did, she opened the bottle of cream. She dunked her fingers in it and reached out and put in on Rachel’s stomach. Rachel let out a small gasp and Santana whipped her hand back.
“You okay?” Santana asked, worried. Rachel nodded and looked up at her.
“It’s cold.” Rachel said with a cheeky grin and Santana sighed.
“You had me worried there, I thought I put too much pressure.”
“Sorry.” Rachel said and Santana smiled.
“Just tell me if it hurts too much,” Rachel nodded and Santana put her fingers on Rachel’s ribs again. Slowly, she read it over the bruise, watching Rachel’s face for any type of pained expression. Once she was done she closed the bottle and stood up. “Um, can I use your bathroom?”
“Sure, it’s over there.” Rachel said, pointing to her bedroom bathroom. Once Santana was inside, she sat up and put on her shirt before laying back down. As she stared at the ceiling, she slowly placed her hand on her bruise, wincing a little at the contact.
“You shouldn’t touch it.” Rachel jumped and looked over at Santana. She was at the doorway, frowning at her, making Rachel sit up as quickly as she could and move her hand away.
“Sorry.” She apologized again and Santana sighed and looked at Rachel silently for a few minutes before walking over to the bed and sitting down next to her. They sat next to each other, silent, and Rachel wondered if Santana was ever going to speak up. Finally having enough, she spoke up.
“I thought you didn’t believe me.” Santana bit her lip and looked down at her hands.
“I don’t know what to believe.” Santana said softly and Rachel frowned.
“Believe me,” Rachel said, but Santana didn’t say anything. Rachel sighed and looked back down, defeated. “I wish I could prove it to you, but I can’t just… turn, it only happens on the full moon,” Rachel sighed and looked at Santana again. “You… I understand if you want nothing to do with me.” Santana’s head snapped up at that, and she looked at Rachel.
“I…” She paused as she tried to find the right words. “Look, all of this is hard to take in, but I want this to work out.”
“This?” Rachel asked, confused. Santana smiled softly and leaned forward. Her lips brushed against Rachel’s, barely there but it was enough to make Rachel’s breath hitch and heart speed up. Slowly, Santana put more pressure on her lips and Rachel quickly reciprocated the action. Suddenly, they were kissing, slowly at first, but then picking up speed and continuing until they need air. When they broke apart, out of breath, Santana looked at Rachel and smiled.
“This.” Santana whispered and Rachel smiled back at her. She liked this.