Like being Hit By A Car (12/?)
A/N: I am soooooo sorry. I have had severe writers block. That combined with school and life has made this really late. I haven’t forgotten, nor given up on the story. I just haven’t been able to think of anything to write. Also I have always preferred Dinah with Helena from Birds of prey but for how there nicknames work it looks like it will be more Barbra and Helena. Yes I am a dork and just spoke in that language.
Part 12
Rachel’s POV
I was once again watching Santana. Of course this time it has more to do with my newly realized, if slightly unwanted, feelings. Once again I am trying to be discreet. I am even humming the same song. Santana, of course, is completely oblivious as she stands at her locker, headphones on and wearing and endearing smile. Shaking myself as I drift into daydreams that would take away from my impeccable investigation skills, I refocus on what my target is doing. I can’t for the life of me figure out what she is smiling at though. The only thing she has hanging up in her locker is a picture of me I insisted, as her friend, she had to have. Tilting my head I tried desperately to figure this out. Just because I don’t wish to feel this way for her doesn’t mean I can make them disappear. I already tried. I even tried getting someone to hypnotize the feelings away. Of course nothing worked. So I figure I meant to have these feelings and therefore meant to have her. Now I just have to figure out what has made her smile like she is now so that I can replicate it thereby winning her heart.
My eyes widen as she shuts her locker and starts walking towards me. I quickly pull my book closer so it seems like I have been reading it the whole time. So focused on trying to seem like I wasn’t paying attention to every move she makes I am genuinely startled when I feel warm breath against my ear followed by her voice. “Stalking me again Oracle?”
Jumping slightly I look up into beautiful dancing eyes with a sheepish smile. “Of course not. I was merely sitting in this spot that just happens to be near your locker that you just happen to be standing at.” I try and sound indignant at her accusations. From her chuckles I don’t think I pulled it off. I think my acting skills might be getting rusty.
Santana shakes her head at me before pulling a mock serious face. “Of course. You would never stalk me. You were just sitting here. Reading your book. That just happens to be upside down.”
“Exactly! I was just sitting here reading my..” Wait, what. I quickly look down and see that my book is indeed upside down.
“You really are the worse spy ever.” She says, grinning at me while moving to take the handles on my wheel chair to begin pushing me to the glee room. We both have a free period and decided to spend it together.
If I think about it, ever since we had that sleep over we have been spending more and more time together. Not that I would ever complain. Now that the bitch she was forced to be has been taken away, I find the girl was hiding underneath to incredible. I would never have guessed Santana as a closeted dork. I also never would have realized how incredibly sweet and thoughtful she is. The other day she brought me a flower, just because she said I was looking sad. I find myself too lost in my memories to care that she thinks I’m a horrible spy.
Santana’s POV
I can’t help but smile as I watch Rachel. She was once again attempting to play spy. I have no idea why she was watching me this time, but I can’t seem to care. I like having her near me. I like making her smile and laugh. I like her. It’s weird. It’s like after I finally admitted to myself that I had fallen for her everything else seems to have fallen into place. My friendships with Quinn and B are getting back on track, if not better than they were before. Both girls seem to be on a mission to get me and Rach together, which I really can’t complain about. I have a job that could turn into a career at the physical therapy place. I am able to be who I am for the first time since second grade.
My life is okay right now. I am getting better. I have a reason to live. That hasn’t been true for a very long time. I have always had people I would live for. I would have died for B. The thing is I want to live for Rachel. She is the Oracle to my huntress. I am the troubled youth wanting to help people after seeing the light thanks to my red headed mentor who I am totally in love with. I can’t help but chuckle as my inner dork shows itself again.
We make it to the empty choir room. Rachel is still in lala land. She is being absolutely adorable right now. She has this goofy smile on her face. Her eyes are glazed as she focuses on something else. I let myself watch my little diva and just feel. It’s then that I realize something. As good as everything is things could be better. I waited to long to take a chance with B and lost her to Quinn because I was afraid. I am keeping what I feel for Rachel from her because I am afraid of being rejected again. What if my fear causes me to lose Rachel like I lost B?
Looking at Rachel I feel my heart drop at that idea. No. That will not happen again. The worst that happens… well I can’t think of what the worst that will happen will be. I force myself to stop thinking. I don’t know why, in this random moment I feel the need to tell her, show her how I feel, but I do. Everything is so ordinary. The same thing that has happened for the last couple days and yet my heart has finally decided it has made its decision.
“Rachel.” I whisper softly to get her attention. Slowly she breaks out of where ever her mind has wondered and looks at me with a smile. I can’t help but allow myself to return the smile before taking a deep breath, dredging up my inner corny romantic. I know anything less would not be worthy of this girl. I lean forward and kiss Rachel, just a light brush of lips against hers before leaning in to whisper into her ear. “I love you.” I know that what I did is cliché and corny. I know that this was just another day. I think that’s why this is perfect. It’s those ordinary days when you need to make extraordinary things happen. I pull back and watch for Rachel’s reaction, silently praying it wouldn’t be a slap to the face.
Rachel’s POV
I am still lost in my thoughts of how sweet Santana has been when I hear said girl call my name. It’s then that realize we have made it to the choir room. I look up at Santana thinking that she was probably trying to get my attention so that we can practice or study. I smile as I look at her, waiting for whatever it is she is going to say. She smiles back before seemingly stealing herself for whatever she is going to say. Before I can ask or give assurances to whatever is wrong she is leaning towards me. I feel her soft lips brush against my own and close my eyes without thinking my brain freezing. I just barely register her pulling away and whispering in my ear. The words she whispers makes my heart beat hundred times a minute. I am fairly certain I am still dreaming as I try and process everything that just happened.
I can only look into dark eyes before I allow myself to speak. “Santana, do you think you could pinch me?” I ask in a thick voice.
She looks at me like I’ve lost my mind before tilting her head. “Umm….okay.” She looks at me strangely before doing as I ask. I feel a tear fall down. I know I had decided since I had feelings for her I was going to win her over. That did not mean I thought she would like me at all, let alone love me. No one has told me they love me since Finn and he didn’t even mean it. My dads’ don’t even say it anymore. I feel her fingers wipe away my tear as I look at her. “You okay Oracle.” She is kneeling in front of me now, looking concerned and a little afraid.
I give her a watery smile. “I’m fine. I just…..It’s real. You really said that you love me. My dads’… they haven’t even told me that since I was thirteen and they started going on trips. Not in a way were they meant it. But you just said it and your meant it.” Suddenly I feel this jolt of fear and I look at Sanatana slightly panicked. “You did mean it right?”
The most beautiful smile I have ever seen comes over Santana’s face. Her eyes are shining with an emotion that I sought, but didn’t think would be felt for me. She is stroking my cheek with her thumb as she looks at me.”Yes. I meant it. I will always mean.” She tilts my head a little as she stands up her hand has moved so that she is holding my chin. She has moved forward, I can feel her breath against my lips. “And I will say as often as you wasn’t me to if you let me.” She leans forward a little more as her lips once again embrace mine. I can’t help but return it. I feel like every romantic movie I have ever watched just combined together to make this moment. This beautiful perfect moment and to think, this moment would never had happened if this same girl hadn’t hit me with a car.