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"Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?"
Rose Kennedy
When Rachel walked through the entrance of McKinley High that Monday, she felt happier than she had done in weeks.
Everything seemed as usual.
There was a couple making out by the lockers. Jacob Israel was stalking some poor girl. Mercedes was eating tots while speaking to Tina. Quinn was making a speech to Sam on how important it was for them to be Prom King and Prom Queen. Puck was flirting with Lauren whose response seemed to be more cold than hot. Meredith and Kelly were gossiping about everything and nothing. Mr. Schue and coach Sylvester were having an argument in the principal's office and Mrs. Pillsbury was sanitizing her pens.
Everything seemed the same, but something was different. When Rachel passed by Santana who was talking suggestively to a muscular looking jock, she did not pay attention to it because, for the first time since Christmas, she did not care.
It appeared that spending the previous day in the Latina's company had almost erased any thoughts of plotting against her. It wasn't that Rachel liked Santana- her behaviour was till more than reproachable - it was simply that she did not hate her anymore.
For that reason, her step was lighter and she was starting to believe that maybe, eventually, she could be happy again.
Rachel was joyful enough to sing to herself while she circulated down the hallways, something she hadn't done in a long time. Ironically, she was almost smiling when she reached the staircase where she was about to hear the conversation that would shift her mood and erase all of her good resolutions.
"So Saturday night, Santana invited me over and you know what that means." It was Jack she was hearing. He seemed to be talking from a hidden spot under the stairs.
"Everybody knows what that means." Rachel's heart froze when she recognized Finn's voice.
"That girl knows what she's doing. I swear it was the best fuck ever. She's so fucking good!" The singer sat on the third step, near the wall. She wrapped her arms around her legs and brought them towards her chest.
"I-I know." Finn stuttered and Rachel's body stiffened. "My first time was with her."
"Seriously? You banged her?" Jack seemed dubious. "I didn't think you were her type."
Rachel scoffed. If given the right amount of alcohol, Santana was probably sleazy enough to make out with a mannequin.
"What makes you think I'm not her type?" Finn shrieked, sounding like an offended child."When I was with Rachel she threatened me to tell her about our one night stand because she wanted us to break up. She told me that, if we did so, she'd be happy to date me so, obviously, she's got to be at least a bit into me."
Rachel had to cover her mouth with both of her hands not to gasp loudly. Time stopped flowing, her lungs stopped working, and, suddenly, a loud pounding noise was hammering against her skull. She got up on her feet. Her vision became blurry. She started running up the stairs and her wobbly members almost made her trip.
Santana was inconsiderate
Santana was vicious.
Santana was horrible.
Santana was cruel.
Tears were now streaming down her face. She could hardly orientate herself towards the art class she was supposed to attend. Intense pain was rushing through her body and it made her feel sick.
The bell rang.
Since she did not want to be seen in such a state, Rachel opted to spend her first period hidden in her safe haven, the choir room. When she got there, she closed the door and slid against it until she was crouching on the floor. Then, she sobbed without inhibition as if she were a child.
"Are you hiding from the dragon too?" Brittany's head popped from under the piano. Rachel bit her bottom lip trying to control her body from trembling.
"Brittany, dragons don't exist." She replied in a shaky voice.
"Yes, they do!" The childish girl squealed, her eyes growing wide. "Haven't you watch Shrek?"
"Could I get into your hideout?" Rachel crawled toward the other girl. It wasn't that she believed in dragons because she clearly did not, but she needed to hide from her own monsters. The position she had to take to fit under the piano was beyond uncomfortable, but it made her feel better. Brittany snaked her arms around her waist, seeking for reassurance. Rachel noted that she smelt like vanilla and baby powder. It was an odour that had a flavour of childhood and happiness.
"You know what?" The dreamy girl whispered into her ear. "This reminds me of the first time Santana and I kissed."
Rachel's head snapped up. She had been trying to make her open about her relationship with Santana for weeks. She couldn't believe that it was finally happening.
"How did it happen?" She asked and she realized, at that moment, that she had stopped crying. An unhealthy form of curiosity had replaced her sorrow.
"Well, it was on her first year here, right after cheerleading practice. Santana told me she wanted to show me something and she dragged me here." Rachel knew she was staring at Brittany with a shocked expression on her face, but she couldn't help herself.
"Why here?" The blond girl smiled at her.
"Let me finish my story! "They have a special room for music here" She said and she, like, ran towards the piano. She doesn't know how to play it and she just made some horrible sound, but she was super excited. I tried to play piano too and I was just as bad. We made so much noise that a janitor came to see what was going on. We decided to hide under the piano and we were super close like you and I right now. Santana was holding me from behind and I could feel her breathing down my neck. It made me feel super weird. It was like there were thousands of caterpillars climbing up my body but, like, in a nice way. I think she was feeling the same because she wasn't moving like me. We stayed like that for a very long time. I got scared that maybe everyone was gone and we were locked inside. I turned to ask her what we would do if it were the case. When I did, she made this funny little noise and I realized she was staring at my lips. It was totally in the same way guys did before I kissed them." Brittany made a dramatic pause. "That's when I decided to kiss her because, you know, that's what she wanted. Then, she cupped my cheeks with both of her hands and became super intense like when you're very thirsty and someone gives you a glass of water. She started breathing like really, really, hard and I wasn't used to people breathing so hard when I kissed them so I pulled back to see if she was okay. She didn't like it. She jumped like she was scared, hit her head on the piano, and started cursing. It thought it was funny, but I think she didn't because she glared at me and left."
When Brittany finished talking, Rachel exhaled a breath she did not know she was holding. Her head was swirling from the lack of oxygen and she let it fall unto the blond girl's shoulder. As time went by, she seemed to collect more and more evidences that there had been a strong connection between the two cheerleaders. Now, she had to find a way to be absolutely sure that they wouldn't talk again. The further apart Santana would stay from Brittany, the more she would be hurting.
part14
Rose Kennedy
When Rachel walked through the entrance of McKinley High that Monday, she felt happier than she had done in weeks.
Everything seemed as usual.
There was a couple making out by the lockers. Jacob Israel was stalking some poor girl. Mercedes was eating tots while speaking to Tina. Quinn was making a speech to Sam on how important it was for them to be Prom King and Prom Queen. Puck was flirting with Lauren whose response seemed to be more cold than hot. Meredith and Kelly were gossiping about everything and nothing. Mr. Schue and coach Sylvester were having an argument in the principal's office and Mrs. Pillsbury was sanitizing her pens.
Everything seemed the same, but something was different. When Rachel passed by Santana who was talking suggestively to a muscular looking jock, she did not pay attention to it because, for the first time since Christmas, she did not care.
It appeared that spending the previous day in the Latina's company had almost erased any thoughts of plotting against her. It wasn't that Rachel liked Santana- her behaviour was till more than reproachable - it was simply that she did not hate her anymore.
For that reason, her step was lighter and she was starting to believe that maybe, eventually, she could be happy again.
Rachel was joyful enough to sing to herself while she circulated down the hallways, something she hadn't done in a long time. Ironically, she was almost smiling when she reached the staircase where she was about to hear the conversation that would shift her mood and erase all of her good resolutions.
"So Saturday night, Santana invited me over and you know what that means." It was Jack she was hearing. He seemed to be talking from a hidden spot under the stairs.
"Everybody knows what that means." Rachel's heart froze when she recognized Finn's voice.
"That girl knows what she's doing. I swear it was the best fuck ever. She's so fucking good!" The singer sat on the third step, near the wall. She wrapped her arms around her legs and brought them towards her chest.
"I-I know." Finn stuttered and Rachel's body stiffened. "My first time was with her."
"Seriously? You banged her?" Jack seemed dubious. "I didn't think you were her type."
Rachel scoffed. If given the right amount of alcohol, Santana was probably sleazy enough to make out with a mannequin.
"What makes you think I'm not her type?" Finn shrieked, sounding like an offended child."When I was with Rachel she threatened me to tell her about our one night stand because she wanted us to break up. She told me that, if we did so, she'd be happy to date me so, obviously, she's got to be at least a bit into me."
Rachel had to cover her mouth with both of her hands not to gasp loudly. Time stopped flowing, her lungs stopped working, and, suddenly, a loud pounding noise was hammering against her skull. She got up on her feet. Her vision became blurry. She started running up the stairs and her wobbly members almost made her trip.
Santana was inconsiderate
Santana was vicious.
Santana was horrible.
Santana was cruel.
Tears were now streaming down her face. She could hardly orientate herself towards the art class she was supposed to attend. Intense pain was rushing through her body and it made her feel sick.
The bell rang.
Since she did not want to be seen in such a state, Rachel opted to spend her first period hidden in her safe haven, the choir room. When she got there, she closed the door and slid against it until she was crouching on the floor. Then, she sobbed without inhibition as if she were a child.
"Are you hiding from the dragon too?" Brittany's head popped from under the piano. Rachel bit her bottom lip trying to control her body from trembling.
"Brittany, dragons don't exist." She replied in a shaky voice.
"Yes, they do!" The childish girl squealed, her eyes growing wide. "Haven't you watch Shrek?"
"Could I get into your hideout?" Rachel crawled toward the other girl. It wasn't that she believed in dragons because she clearly did not, but she needed to hide from her own monsters. The position she had to take to fit under the piano was beyond uncomfortable, but it made her feel better. Brittany snaked her arms around her waist, seeking for reassurance. Rachel noted that she smelt like vanilla and baby powder. It was an odour that had a flavour of childhood and happiness.
"You know what?" The dreamy girl whispered into her ear. "This reminds me of the first time Santana and I kissed."
Rachel's head snapped up. She had been trying to make her open about her relationship with Santana for weeks. She couldn't believe that it was finally happening.
"How did it happen?" She asked and she realized, at that moment, that she had stopped crying. An unhealthy form of curiosity had replaced her sorrow.
"Well, it was on her first year here, right after cheerleading practice. Santana told me she wanted to show me something and she dragged me here." Rachel knew she was staring at Brittany with a shocked expression on her face, but she couldn't help herself.
"Why here?" The blond girl smiled at her.
"Let me finish my story! "They have a special room for music here" She said and she, like, ran towards the piano. She doesn't know how to play it and she just made some horrible sound, but she was super excited. I tried to play piano too and I was just as bad. We made so much noise that a janitor came to see what was going on. We decided to hide under the piano and we were super close like you and I right now. Santana was holding me from behind and I could feel her breathing down my neck. It made me feel super weird. It was like there were thousands of caterpillars climbing up my body but, like, in a nice way. I think she was feeling the same because she wasn't moving like me. We stayed like that for a very long time. I got scared that maybe everyone was gone and we were locked inside. I turned to ask her what we would do if it were the case. When I did, she made this funny little noise and I realized she was staring at my lips. It was totally in the same way guys did before I kissed them." Brittany made a dramatic pause. "That's when I decided to kiss her because, you know, that's what she wanted. Then, she cupped my cheeks with both of her hands and became super intense like when you're very thirsty and someone gives you a glass of water. She started breathing like really, really, hard and I wasn't used to people breathing so hard when I kissed them so I pulled back to see if she was okay. She didn't like it. She jumped like she was scared, hit her head on the piano, and started cursing. It thought it was funny, but I think she didn't because she glared at me and left."
When Brittany finished talking, Rachel exhaled a breath she did not know she was holding. Her head was swirling from the lack of oxygen and she let it fall unto the blond girl's shoulder. As time went by, she seemed to collect more and more evidences that there had been a strong connection between the two cheerleaders. Now, she had to find a way to be absolutely sure that they wouldn't talk again. The further apart Santana would stay from Brittany, the more she would be hurting.
part14