Fic: we fit like fire and ash (Glee)
Title: we fit like fire and ash
Author: karlamartinova
Pairing: Rachel Berry/Santana Lopez, obligatory mentions of other mostly canon pairings
Genre: Angst
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I only wish I owned Glee!
Spoilers: up to Original Song and one small from the promo
AN: I FINISHED SOMETHING!
Summary: Victory only tastes sweet when you have someone to share it with.
...
Santana feels sick and it doesn’t have anything with the double burger she ate a while ago.
They’re all at Kurt’s house having a BBQ as a celebration of their Regional triumph. She though it is an awesome idea a while ago, she can plaster her face to Sam´s in front of Brittany and make her see what she is missing. The problem was that she didn’t want to plaster her face against the full lips of her current boyfriend. The problem was, she didn’t want any boyfriend, she wanted a girlfriend, with blonde hair, gorgeous legs, someone called Brittany who knows exactly where to touch her and make her fly into nothingness.
But Brittany didn’t want that, she rejected her and Santana all of sudden knows how feels a broken heart, she never really wanted to know that.
…
Rachel is helping Finns mom in the kitchen. She doesn’t eat meat and Carole offered to make her a salad, it was a great excuse for her disappearing from the main celebration. She couldn’t bear to look at Finn and Quinn any longer.
They didn’t go public with their relationship yet, but Rachel knows about it and any word, touch or gesture between them causes her a horrible heartache.
Yes, she did want to write a perfect song, to feel the kind of pain that will inspire, but now she just wanted to forget that Finn ever existed.
“Would you like some dressing to it?” Carole asks and Rachel nods not even noticing that it isn’t a vegan one.
…
Brittany is sitting in Arties lap and they’re whispering something to each other. They are grinning and smiling and Santana now really had to avoid her look. This time she set her eyes on Blaine and Kurt.
When she found the fourth happy couple in the yard, she excused herself to go to the toilet. Santana never wanted romance; she was a bad girl, a shark. Not a naive young thing that dreamed about princes on white horses. She never played with dolls.
With three older brothers, Santana was more a boy at first. She played at cowboys and bank robbers, she climbed the threes, ride a black bike that looked like a motor bike.
It changed when she was supposed to dress pretty and look at boys. She did what was expected from her, she was good at it. Only once did Santana change the pattern, she was still enduring the consequences.
…
Rachel expected the house to be stylish but she is actually stunned by it. There are Broadway records on the shelves, the biographies of many her favorite singers. It feels like home and for a moment Rachel regrets that Kurt is gay.
No, she stops herself again; she isn’t going to cry over being alone. She is a young, successful and independent. Didn’t she just write a song that helped them win the Regionals? Of course she did! Didn’t her friend just let her know how much they appreciated her?
Rachel was supposed to be in the perfect place right now, feeling the friendship, the success, but mostly, she feels alone.
…
The liquor cabinet doesn’t really look like one, but Santana is able to find it nevertheless. The key is stuck in the small door and there is a nice collection of the sweet stuff boys used to offer them when trying to get into their panties.
It glues your mouth together and the hangover is horrible but tonight, Santana wants to forget. She steal the green one and makes her way to the bathroom upstairs, it’s a perfect place.
On her way up she notices family pictures; they are mostly recent since this family is still new. She finds there a photo from the wedding. The whole Glee club is on it with Burt and Carole in the middle. The night makes the ache come back, she remembers dancing with Brittany, it was fun and nobody noticed when they sneaked out later.
Santana opens the bottle and takes a large gulp. It burns and makes her just want to vomit, but there is also the warm feeling spreading through her whole body, her head. The lightweight is already on its way and she almost smiles when she finally reaches the bathroom door, but what she doesn’t expect is to find Rachel Berry crying on the bathroom floor.
…
When Carole takes the plates outside, she runs. Rachel actually planned to sneak out and just go home, but for once the Glee club is actually a real family and she doesn’t want to destroy that feeling just yet.
But she also doesn’t want to cry in front of them and when the feeling is too overwhelming, she runs. The bathroom is the best place and she sits down and hugs her knees close to her body.
The tears come easily, they were looking forward to be released, to wet Rachel’s cheek and bring her some relief. It was what they do, what they always did.
Then is some shuffling in front of the door and to her horror, they open revealing Santana Lopez holding a bottle of green liquor. When Rachel thought about grief and heartbreak, she never thought she will be once sharing it with the beautiful Latina.
…
“Move on, Berry,” Santana says and sits next to the small brunette. She does as she was told and without thinking, Santana offers her the bottle.
Rachel looks surprised. “We shouldn’t, we promised we won’t drink till after Nationals.”
Santana looks annoyed and shakes the bottle if front of her face. “Live a little,” she says and it’s all the persuasion Rachel needs. She takes the bottle from Santana’s hands and takes not one but two large gulps. She instantly remember how good alcohol made her feel before Brittany vomited on her face, it was the feeling that her body and mind doesn’t belong to her. It was wonderful.
“Take it easy, Berry. I don’t want to have vomit over my dress,” Santana says because she needs to be mean to feel herself and to her surprise Rachel understands. She smiles at her, a first real smile in a very long time. Santana likes the way it makes her heart beat faster.
…
Twenty minutes later they talk about what a bad kisser Finn is. “It’s like you’re kissing a fish,” Rachel exclaims and Santana giggles because she always thought exactly the same. But it isn’t only Finn they have in common, they talk about singing and dancing and when the bottle is finally empty, they sing Celine Dion together.
Santana has her head leant on Rachel’s shoulder and it doesn’t feel forced at all.
“We´re very similar, you know?” Rachel says and her voice sounds squeaky, exactly like it should after a couple of shots. Santana just nods because her ability to speech is considerably reduced. Also, she isn’t ready to accept that she kind of likes Rachel right now.
“Sam kisses weird too, I’m afraid he is going to eat my face,” she comes back to the previous topic. It’s easier and she likes to make fun of people. Besides, many people think she can do just that.
Rachel laughs and Santana can feel her body moving under her head, it feels nice and she cast a glance downwards to her breasts. She has an unexplainable urge to touch them, and when Santana wants something, she gets it.
“Did you ever kiss a girl?” Santana asks and it’s a complete valid question. Rachel looks horrified for a nanosecond but then shakes her head. She doesn’t feel like admitting that she always wanted to try. That girls lips just look so soft, a girl would know exactly how to kiss her, where to lick and how far to push.
It makes her look at Santana’s mouth, and Santana notices because she aimed for this. She wanted Berry to think about it, to want it.
Moving swiftly, she changed her position and kneels in front of Rachel. Santana can see interest on her face, interest and fear. She is good at reading people, Rachel isn’t afraid of the kiss. She is afraid that this is just a game and by admitting a part in it, there could be repercussion in the future in form of snarky remarks.
Rachel has enough of it.
She has enough of being the one left out, being the one repeatedly hurt by Finn. Rachel wants to change the pattern. And kissing Santana is the best option her drunken mind comes at the moment.
Rachel feels Santana stiff at the touch of their lips.
The Latina is shocked that Rachel kissed her first, but it isn’t unwelcomed. She missed and craved the touch of other girl’s lips. And Rachel kisses aren’t the most skilled but she isn’t pushing, she is letting Santana have the lead and she gladly takes it pushing Rachel’s body against the bathtub.
Rachel opens her legs, her skirt hiking up, making more place for Santana.
And she uses it wisely, slider her palm against Rachel’s thing, using to other one to push at her head, changing the position. It’s good, so good.
They both starved for the touch, for someone close, for someone who needs the attention in the same way.
“Ahhh,” Rachel moans when Santana sucks at her neck.
But then there is movement in front of the door. They hear Burt yelling downstairs, asking Carole where the liquor he got for his birthday is, Mercedes asking who is there because downstairs Kurt is occupying the toilet.
They don’t have time for talking. When Rachel looks at in retrospect, she is glad they didn’t.
…
Rachel isn’t a lesbian. She is sure of that, she never thought about other girl that way, never turned around when a pretty girl walked around.
She likes boys, their bodies and scent.
Maybe she is a bisexual. Rachel never considered it till now, but all this relationship stuff was very new to her. It came all of sudden along with high school, with Glee club. But if she should be completely honest, it all came with Finn.
…
She sees Brittany as soon as her foot touches the McKinley floor. It’s like a rule or something that you’ll see person you want to see the least. She is in the corner sitting at Artie's lap and obviously telling him a story. They are laughing and Brittany is making funny movements with her hands.
Santana’s heart breaks a little more.
On the way to her locker, she meets Rachel and for a moment doesn’t know what to do. Ignoring will be the obvious choice but there isn’t any reputation left, so she won’t be endangering it. Since she left cheerios, Santana is only a Glee freak.
To her own surprise it isn’t bothering her so much. Karofsky doesn’t have the guts to slushie her anyway.
The memory of Rachel’s lips against her is still more or less nice. All facts considered Santana moves and stops exactly in front of very surprised looking Rachel.
“We should hang out after school, Berry. I’ll wait you at the parking lot.”
And that was it.
….
They are at Rachel’s house twenty minutes before they start to make out. It comes naturally, after talking about music, school, Glee. They don’t talk about feeling alone, about heartbreak and disappointments. All this stayed at the front door.
When Santana slips her fingers under the hem of Rachel’s panties, she gasps and sits on the bed. It’s too fast, too overwhelming.
“I don’t want to fall in love,” Rachel says like is the normal thing to do. Like she falls in love with everyone who ever touched her lingerie, and actually, she did. The concept of enjoying one another without feelings is new to her, it’s different and she needs Santana to show her.
“Then don’t,” Santana smirks and pushes once more.
…
There is a lot staring going on, but nobody comments on their newly developed friendship. Finn still stares at her across the class and Santana’s heart still hurts whenever she sees Brittany smiling at Artie. Nothing changes, except many things actually do.
Santana takes Rachel shopping and forces her to buy stuff that girl in her age should be wearing. They argue a lot about this.
“I don’t want to change just because you expect me to. I’m my own person,” Rachel says when Santana pushes white jeans into her hands.
They are in the mall, there are people around them and Santana enjoys their staring.
She enjoys being in the middle of attention and with Rachel is the simplest thing to do. They don’t call her drama queen for nothing.
“Just try them okay,” she says and Rachel snorts and turns around.
Later Santana slips into changing cabin and makes Rachel come against the mirror. She never complains again.
…
Santana becomes almost a daily occurrence at Berry’s household. Rachel’s fathers are delighted that Rachel found a friend and Santana is delighted to spend time with them too. They buy them the biggest bowl of ice cream and they sing all together while watching Funny Girl.
She swore to kill Rachel if she ever told anyone but when she is at Berry’s leaning over and kissing Rachel doesn’t feel like the biggest crime in the world.
…
Her parents are away for the weekend, so Rachel spends night at her house. She is there for the first time. They make vegan lasagna and drink expensive wine. It’s for the first time, than anyone sleeps in her bed and it isn’t Brittany.
In the morning Santana wakes up to empty bed. Rachel is sitting behind at her desk with a pink glittery book in her hands. Santana recognizes it immediately.
“Put it away, Berry,” she says angrily and crawls out of the bed snagging it away from Rachel.
There is a sad smile on her face. “You love her, don’t you?” Rachel says instead of asking and Santana throws her away. They don’t talk for two weeks.
….
On Friday, Karofsky throws a slushie at her. It’s cold, sticky and it fucking hurts. Brittany is standing in the hallway when it happens. She comes to her immediately, like she always does and Santana sends her away. She doesn’t want to see her that way, doesn’t want to tell her again how much it still hurts.
It´s Rachel’s hand that pulls her into the bathroom and cleans her face.
“It’s easier to be bitch,” Santana says when even after fifteen minutes Rachel is still quiet.
“I know,” she says and smiles and Santana instantly understands why she missed kissing her so much. She stands and pulls her toward her.
“I’m sorry,” she murmurs against her lips and cheek. For once Santana doesn’t care if somebody sees them. She loves Brittany and she loves Rachel and she doesn’t want to be alone anymore, doesn’t want to cry into her pillow and hide herself in expensive clothes and bitchy behavior.
Santana doesn’t know why, but Rachel understands her.
“I love you,” she says when they part, when the bell above their heads let them now they should be in a class right now.
Rachel’s smile is a sad one. She once said to her that she didn’t want to fall in love and Santana told her not to. And Rachel tried because deep under the bitchy behavior was girl that enjoyed musicals and ice cream and taught her that you can be happy without being completely belong to any person.
Rachel loves Santana the way Santana loves Rachel. But there could be more. There is Brittany, and for Rachel, there is someone who will come once and sweep her of her feet, show her how the love should taste like.
“No, you don’t,” she says, “but for now. It’s enough.”
And for now, it was.
Author: karlamartinova
Pairing: Rachel Berry/Santana Lopez, obligatory mentions of other mostly canon pairings
Genre: Angst
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I only wish I owned Glee!
Spoilers: up to Original Song and one small from the promo
AN: I FINISHED SOMETHING!
Summary: Victory only tastes sweet when you have someone to share it with.
...
Santana feels sick and it doesn’t have anything with the double burger she ate a while ago.
They’re all at Kurt’s house having a BBQ as a celebration of their Regional triumph. She though it is an awesome idea a while ago, she can plaster her face to Sam´s in front of Brittany and make her see what she is missing. The problem was that she didn’t want to plaster her face against the full lips of her current boyfriend. The problem was, she didn’t want any boyfriend, she wanted a girlfriend, with blonde hair, gorgeous legs, someone called Brittany who knows exactly where to touch her and make her fly into nothingness.
But Brittany didn’t want that, she rejected her and Santana all of sudden knows how feels a broken heart, she never really wanted to know that.
…
Rachel is helping Finns mom in the kitchen. She doesn’t eat meat and Carole offered to make her a salad, it was a great excuse for her disappearing from the main celebration. She couldn’t bear to look at Finn and Quinn any longer.
They didn’t go public with their relationship yet, but Rachel knows about it and any word, touch or gesture between them causes her a horrible heartache.
Yes, she did want to write a perfect song, to feel the kind of pain that will inspire, but now she just wanted to forget that Finn ever existed.
“Would you like some dressing to it?” Carole asks and Rachel nods not even noticing that it isn’t a vegan one.
…
Brittany is sitting in Arties lap and they’re whispering something to each other. They are grinning and smiling and Santana now really had to avoid her look. This time she set her eyes on Blaine and Kurt.
When she found the fourth happy couple in the yard, she excused herself to go to the toilet. Santana never wanted romance; she was a bad girl, a shark. Not a naive young thing that dreamed about princes on white horses. She never played with dolls.
With three older brothers, Santana was more a boy at first. She played at cowboys and bank robbers, she climbed the threes, ride a black bike that looked like a motor bike.
It changed when she was supposed to dress pretty and look at boys. She did what was expected from her, she was good at it. Only once did Santana change the pattern, she was still enduring the consequences.
…
Rachel expected the house to be stylish but she is actually stunned by it. There are Broadway records on the shelves, the biographies of many her favorite singers. It feels like home and for a moment Rachel regrets that Kurt is gay.
No, she stops herself again; she isn’t going to cry over being alone. She is a young, successful and independent. Didn’t she just write a song that helped them win the Regionals? Of course she did! Didn’t her friend just let her know how much they appreciated her?
Rachel was supposed to be in the perfect place right now, feeling the friendship, the success, but mostly, she feels alone.
…
The liquor cabinet doesn’t really look like one, but Santana is able to find it nevertheless. The key is stuck in the small door and there is a nice collection of the sweet stuff boys used to offer them when trying to get into their panties.
It glues your mouth together and the hangover is horrible but tonight, Santana wants to forget. She steal the green one and makes her way to the bathroom upstairs, it’s a perfect place.
On her way up she notices family pictures; they are mostly recent since this family is still new. She finds there a photo from the wedding. The whole Glee club is on it with Burt and Carole in the middle. The night makes the ache come back, she remembers dancing with Brittany, it was fun and nobody noticed when they sneaked out later.
Santana opens the bottle and takes a large gulp. It burns and makes her just want to vomit, but there is also the warm feeling spreading through her whole body, her head. The lightweight is already on its way and she almost smiles when she finally reaches the bathroom door, but what she doesn’t expect is to find Rachel Berry crying on the bathroom floor.
…
When Carole takes the plates outside, she runs. Rachel actually planned to sneak out and just go home, but for once the Glee club is actually a real family and she doesn’t want to destroy that feeling just yet.
But she also doesn’t want to cry in front of them and when the feeling is too overwhelming, she runs. The bathroom is the best place and she sits down and hugs her knees close to her body.
The tears come easily, they were looking forward to be released, to wet Rachel’s cheek and bring her some relief. It was what they do, what they always did.
Then is some shuffling in front of the door and to her horror, they open revealing Santana Lopez holding a bottle of green liquor. When Rachel thought about grief and heartbreak, she never thought she will be once sharing it with the beautiful Latina.
…
“Move on, Berry,” Santana says and sits next to the small brunette. She does as she was told and without thinking, Santana offers her the bottle.
Rachel looks surprised. “We shouldn’t, we promised we won’t drink till after Nationals.”
Santana looks annoyed and shakes the bottle if front of her face. “Live a little,” she says and it’s all the persuasion Rachel needs. She takes the bottle from Santana’s hands and takes not one but two large gulps. She instantly remember how good alcohol made her feel before Brittany vomited on her face, it was the feeling that her body and mind doesn’t belong to her. It was wonderful.
“Take it easy, Berry. I don’t want to have vomit over my dress,” Santana says because she needs to be mean to feel herself and to her surprise Rachel understands. She smiles at her, a first real smile in a very long time. Santana likes the way it makes her heart beat faster.
…
Twenty minutes later they talk about what a bad kisser Finn is. “It’s like you’re kissing a fish,” Rachel exclaims and Santana giggles because she always thought exactly the same. But it isn’t only Finn they have in common, they talk about singing and dancing and when the bottle is finally empty, they sing Celine Dion together.
Santana has her head leant on Rachel’s shoulder and it doesn’t feel forced at all.
“We´re very similar, you know?” Rachel says and her voice sounds squeaky, exactly like it should after a couple of shots. Santana just nods because her ability to speech is considerably reduced. Also, she isn’t ready to accept that she kind of likes Rachel right now.
“Sam kisses weird too, I’m afraid he is going to eat my face,” she comes back to the previous topic. It’s easier and she likes to make fun of people. Besides, many people think she can do just that.
Rachel laughs and Santana can feel her body moving under her head, it feels nice and she cast a glance downwards to her breasts. She has an unexplainable urge to touch them, and when Santana wants something, she gets it.
“Did you ever kiss a girl?” Santana asks and it’s a complete valid question. Rachel looks horrified for a nanosecond but then shakes her head. She doesn’t feel like admitting that she always wanted to try. That girls lips just look so soft, a girl would know exactly how to kiss her, where to lick and how far to push.
It makes her look at Santana’s mouth, and Santana notices because she aimed for this. She wanted Berry to think about it, to want it.
Moving swiftly, she changed her position and kneels in front of Rachel. Santana can see interest on her face, interest and fear. She is good at reading people, Rachel isn’t afraid of the kiss. She is afraid that this is just a game and by admitting a part in it, there could be repercussion in the future in form of snarky remarks.
Rachel has enough of it.
She has enough of being the one left out, being the one repeatedly hurt by Finn. Rachel wants to change the pattern. And kissing Santana is the best option her drunken mind comes at the moment.
Rachel feels Santana stiff at the touch of their lips.
The Latina is shocked that Rachel kissed her first, but it isn’t unwelcomed. She missed and craved the touch of other girl’s lips. And Rachel kisses aren’t the most skilled but she isn’t pushing, she is letting Santana have the lead and she gladly takes it pushing Rachel’s body against the bathtub.
Rachel opens her legs, her skirt hiking up, making more place for Santana.
And she uses it wisely, slider her palm against Rachel’s thing, using to other one to push at her head, changing the position. It’s good, so good.
They both starved for the touch, for someone close, for someone who needs the attention in the same way.
“Ahhh,” Rachel moans when Santana sucks at her neck.
But then there is movement in front of the door. They hear Burt yelling downstairs, asking Carole where the liquor he got for his birthday is, Mercedes asking who is there because downstairs Kurt is occupying the toilet.
They don’t have time for talking. When Rachel looks at in retrospect, she is glad they didn’t.
…
Rachel isn’t a lesbian. She is sure of that, she never thought about other girl that way, never turned around when a pretty girl walked around.
She likes boys, their bodies and scent.
Maybe she is a bisexual. Rachel never considered it till now, but all this relationship stuff was very new to her. It came all of sudden along with high school, with Glee club. But if she should be completely honest, it all came with Finn.
…
She sees Brittany as soon as her foot touches the McKinley floor. It’s like a rule or something that you’ll see person you want to see the least. She is in the corner sitting at Artie's lap and obviously telling him a story. They are laughing and Brittany is making funny movements with her hands.
Santana’s heart breaks a little more.
On the way to her locker, she meets Rachel and for a moment doesn’t know what to do. Ignoring will be the obvious choice but there isn’t any reputation left, so she won’t be endangering it. Since she left cheerios, Santana is only a Glee freak.
To her own surprise it isn’t bothering her so much. Karofsky doesn’t have the guts to slushie her anyway.
The memory of Rachel’s lips against her is still more or less nice. All facts considered Santana moves and stops exactly in front of very surprised looking Rachel.
“We should hang out after school, Berry. I’ll wait you at the parking lot.”
And that was it.
….
They are at Rachel’s house twenty minutes before they start to make out. It comes naturally, after talking about music, school, Glee. They don’t talk about feeling alone, about heartbreak and disappointments. All this stayed at the front door.
When Santana slips her fingers under the hem of Rachel’s panties, she gasps and sits on the bed. It’s too fast, too overwhelming.
“I don’t want to fall in love,” Rachel says like is the normal thing to do. Like she falls in love with everyone who ever touched her lingerie, and actually, she did. The concept of enjoying one another without feelings is new to her, it’s different and she needs Santana to show her.
“Then don’t,” Santana smirks and pushes once more.
…
There is a lot staring going on, but nobody comments on their newly developed friendship. Finn still stares at her across the class and Santana’s heart still hurts whenever she sees Brittany smiling at Artie. Nothing changes, except many things actually do.
Santana takes Rachel shopping and forces her to buy stuff that girl in her age should be wearing. They argue a lot about this.
“I don’t want to change just because you expect me to. I’m my own person,” Rachel says when Santana pushes white jeans into her hands.
They are in the mall, there are people around them and Santana enjoys their staring.
She enjoys being in the middle of attention and with Rachel is the simplest thing to do. They don’t call her drama queen for nothing.
“Just try them okay,” she says and Rachel snorts and turns around.
Later Santana slips into changing cabin and makes Rachel come against the mirror. She never complains again.
…
Santana becomes almost a daily occurrence at Berry’s household. Rachel’s fathers are delighted that Rachel found a friend and Santana is delighted to spend time with them too. They buy them the biggest bowl of ice cream and they sing all together while watching Funny Girl.
She swore to kill Rachel if she ever told anyone but when she is at Berry’s leaning over and kissing Rachel doesn’t feel like the biggest crime in the world.
…
Her parents are away for the weekend, so Rachel spends night at her house. She is there for the first time. They make vegan lasagna and drink expensive wine. It’s for the first time, than anyone sleeps in her bed and it isn’t Brittany.
In the morning Santana wakes up to empty bed. Rachel is sitting behind at her desk with a pink glittery book in her hands. Santana recognizes it immediately.
“Put it away, Berry,” she says angrily and crawls out of the bed snagging it away from Rachel.
There is a sad smile on her face. “You love her, don’t you?” Rachel says instead of asking and Santana throws her away. They don’t talk for two weeks.
….
On Friday, Karofsky throws a slushie at her. It’s cold, sticky and it fucking hurts. Brittany is standing in the hallway when it happens. She comes to her immediately, like she always does and Santana sends her away. She doesn’t want to see her that way, doesn’t want to tell her again how much it still hurts.
It´s Rachel’s hand that pulls her into the bathroom and cleans her face.
“It’s easier to be bitch,” Santana says when even after fifteen minutes Rachel is still quiet.
“I know,” she says and smiles and Santana instantly understands why she missed kissing her so much. She stands and pulls her toward her.
“I’m sorry,” she murmurs against her lips and cheek. For once Santana doesn’t care if somebody sees them. She loves Brittany and she loves Rachel and she doesn’t want to be alone anymore, doesn’t want to cry into her pillow and hide herself in expensive clothes and bitchy behavior.
Santana doesn’t know why, but Rachel understands her.
“I love you,” she says when they part, when the bell above their heads let them now they should be in a class right now.
Rachel’s smile is a sad one. She once said to her that she didn’t want to fall in love and Santana told her not to. And Rachel tried because deep under the bitchy behavior was girl that enjoyed musicals and ice cream and taught her that you can be happy without being completely belong to any person.
Rachel loves Santana the way Santana loves Rachel. But there could be more. There is Brittany, and for Rachel, there is someone who will come once and sweep her of her feet, show her how the love should taste like.
“No, you don’t,” she says, “but for now. It’s enough.”
And for now, it was.