AN:Guess who's back. Back again, tell a friend. Sorry for my absence but, if you want to know what happened check out the AN of chapter two of my story Twisted. I hope you have an amazingly awesome day because, you are awesomely amazing.
Rachel POV
AP Physics is dragging on for what feels like an eternity. I sigh as I dig out my phone -something I would usually never do- and begin texting Quinn. I don't expect her to reply, but maybe just maybe she might as, she is supposed to be acting as Tina. My phone begins to buzz spastically as Mr. Alumi sends me a glare and tells me to put away my phone.
"Who do you think you're talking to? Don't you know better than to mess with a member of the Unholy Trinity?" Mr. Alumi looked absolutely appalled by my statement, but didn't respond. The threat that the Unholy Trinity possess is huge whether you are a teacher or a student.
From: Quinn
What do you want Hobbit?
I roll my eyes, which is something I seem to be doing a lot more since I took on the challenge of becoming Santana. My mind drifts to Santana, the way she laughs, the way she loses her temper, and the way she can be so strong yet so vulnerable at once. My fingers glide over my phone before I even register what I'm typing.
From: Rachel *
How is Santana? Finn was being a 'douche' this morning.
I wait a few seconds completely puzzled that I actually used the word 'douche'. What has become of my extensive vocabulary? Turning into Santana has somehow effected my beautiful vocabulary. While in my pity party, my phone once again begins to vibrate. I send a glance to Mr. Alumi who, just glares, but looks away when I match his.
From: Quinn
Why do you care? If anyone you are the one who's being a douche.
At Quinn's text, my breathing rate fluctuates as I remember the broken expression on Santana's face. For some reason I feel bad when I know, I did nothing wrong. My sadness morphs into confusion as I process what Quinn just said. Not only is Quinn texting me, Rachel Berry, but she just called me that word. I wasn't the one who humiliated Santana in the cafeteria, Finn was and there was no way Santana told her about what occurred in my bedroom. I text her back voicing my valid thoughts.
From: Rachel*
What are you talking about? I haven't done anything.
After I send my text the bell goes off and I quickly make my way to the front of the room. Thanks to my new Santana attitude the crowd of students dissipate. Walking down the hallway I spot Santana. She looks rather frazzled. Her hair is now slightly messy but, most noticeably was her bloodshot eyes, to anybody else they wouldn't be too noticeable, but I've seen those eyes before and there's no way she hadn't been crying. Before I could do anything Tina comes up to me in her small white sundress holding a Slush.
"Hey R. Feel like having fun with some losers?" Tina gestures to Santana who is currently touching up her makeup by her locker. The setup is eerily similar to the first time I slushied Santana. Tina looks at me once more, this time attempting a typical Quinn HBIC look, pressuring me to take the ice cold Slush. With my hands shaking slightly I take the Slush. 'Come on Rachel, access your inner Santana' I think to myself as I march over to Santana.
As I get closer to Santana my steps begin to falter. I walk up to her locker without her realizing I'm there thanks to her locker door being open. Her sweet perfume is in the air surrounding her in a veil of flower smelling sweetness. There is no way I could do this to her even if I wanted to. The slamming of her locker shocks me back into reality. Santana eyes the Slush in my hand apprehensively before meeting my gaze and sending me a fake smile.
"Hello Rachel, is there anything I can help you with?" Her obvious fake happy tone increases my concern for her. Though Santana is not as good as I am at acting, she is better than this, she obviously experienced something bad. Her eyes once again drift to the Slush in my hand as if asking what I'm going to do with it.
I gingerly raise the slush when, I get pushed to the side by some football player who was not paying any attention whatsoever. I feel my self begin to flail as I fall forward, closing my eyes tightly till I enter a warm embrace. The embrace then turns into a cold sticky one as I feel the definite feeling of an ice cold Slush drip down my skin. I open my eyes to see that Santana was the one who saved me and in turn got covered in the cold Slush as well. Somehow I manage to find my voice.
"Let's get cleaned up." I say in a voice that sounds so unusually timid to be my voice. Luckily Santana doesn't question me as I walk/drag her to the girls' restroom. Even more lucky is the fact that there is no one currently in the restroom, just Santana and I. Santana's toned body is now starting to shiver rapidly and for a moment I'm at a loss for what to do. Here is one of the people that have taken joy in personally making my life as miserable as possible for 3 years yet, all I feel towards her is the need to protect the usually strong Latina.
I'm snapped out of my trance by the sound of chattering teeth and quickly spring into action, ripping off the now soaking sweater off Santana's body. For a second I find myself staring at Santana in a wet white tank top before I decide to text Quinn, knowing that she would be the only person that wouldn't tell everybody about Santana's vulnerability.
From: Rachel*
I need a favor. Can you please get the spare clothes in my locker. Combo is 47-15-25.
Only seconds pass before I get a reply from Quinn.
From: Quinn
Why should I help you?
Growling slightly out of frustration I send one more text to Quinn.
From: Rachel*
Santana needs you it is important.
The reply is almost instant.
From: Quinn
On my way.
AN: Next chapter you'll learn who pulled Santana into the closet. Any guesses? It might shock some people. Anyway thanks for reading and enjoy your day.