Thoughts, Santana Lopez?

All Santana Lopez remembered was wanting to get Brittany jealous before this whole thing got started. She was willing to partake in whatever crazy scheme Rachel had planned to be honest. She expected it, considering the fact that this was Rachel, elaborate hour-long powerpoints and all. Santana didn't expect that Rachel wouldn't have a plan, that she wanted to be friends with Santana in a genuine way.

It was a first, really. Quinn only used her for cheerleading stuff, and Brittany didn't count, Brittany was always like that. Everyone else seemed to use the Latina for sex. It happened so frequently that sometimes she forgot she wasn't a teenage sex worker. Rachel Berry, literally the most selfish person she knew, just wanted her for real, genuine, heartfelt friendship.

Santana didn't ask herself why she became sweaty at the thought of that moment in Rachel's bedroom.

She knew it pissed the hell out of her favourite bitch when she saw her and Rachel together, even if it was just friendly. Quinn even gave Santana a black eye yesterday from seeing the Latina comfort the Jewish girl about her birth mother and her dads. It was an amazing sight to see, the pressed lemon by the name Lucy Quinn Fabray get her nipples pinched over her second-hand helping supposed enemy.

Today, however, Santana knew she was in for a shit storm. Quinn was mad at her, beyond pissed actually. She knew her captain would do what she needed to release the anger. Slushy Rachel Berry.

"Santana, I can very much take care of myself!" Rachel exclaimed, flushing in embarrassment and frustration at the fact that she was being treated like a baby.

"Chill, Hobbs," Santana smoothly assured with was becoming her favourite nickname for the girl, "Your closeted lesbian fiend is probs gonna go after your little broadway ass because of the fight yesterday. Staying by me is your safest bet if you don't wanna get slushied."

Santana pulled up to the parking lot at William McKinley High School. She scrunched her nose while looking at the building. God, she hated this place.

Santana watched as Rachel blushed before proceeding to get out of her convertible. "Do you actually think Quinn likes me?"

She pointed to her now blackened eye, "Your Quinnie put this on me, Hobbs. She attacked me!"

"I'll speak to her if you want, Santana," Rachel said, slightly worried for the Latina who was currently getting out of the car, "I know that I may not do much, but I wouldn't like for you to get hurt again."

Ugh, Santana thought as her stomach acted up, the hell did I eat?

Santana frowned knowing that Quinn would completely obliterate Rachel. "Don't do that, Berry. I can handle myself. If Quinnifer attacks me, I'll go all Lima Heights on her."

"You live on the same block as me, Santana."

"You literally live next to the Juvie, Berry. Don't act so high and mighty."

"Lopez!"

Santana groaned, wanting to just find Rachel and Brittany. She refused to turn around, slowly getting fed up with the blonde's stupid antics over her denial over Rachel. At least she could own up to her feelings for Brittany. She couldn't imagine herself being in denial about herself. Santana knew that would've been a shit storm.

"Lopez, I'm talking to you!"

Santana gritted her teeth and stopped walking to the auditorium. "Yeah, Q?"

"Are you trying to pop Berry's berries?" Quinn said, looking at her up and down. The blonde's eyebrow quirked up, making Santana more annoyed.

"Can you like," Santana made a shooing motion with her hands, "fuck off, Quinn? You're getting on my nerves."

Quinn was suddenly angry, Santana could see it. "I'm getting on your nerves? Really?"

"Yes, really." Santana walked away, knowing that a very frustrated Rachel Berry was waiting for her. Little did she know, Quinn had something planned. Santana would rue the day she ever involved herself with Rachel Berry.

Rachel's heart practically beat out of her eyes. She was nervous, her senses seemed to be on haywire and she couldn't help but sweat, and sweat, and sweat. Oh gosh, am I pregnant? asked a very virgin Rachel to herself.

The school day was finally coming to an end. All she had to do was wait for glee to start, where she was currently in. She anxiously waited for Santana, not only for the performance but for the fact that Quinn had been giving her weird faces all day.

Rachel stuck her tongue out in concentration, a habit she could never seem to break. She tried to pour the right amount into the beaker, but because of her shaky hands, she found it impossible to do so.

Quinn was good at this, Rachel knew that. The cheerio's steady hands seemed to be so gentle and cautious. Rachel could only imagine how those hands would graze up her back while she felt the soft lips of Quinn Fabray.

She sighed lightly, forcing out the dirty daydreams about the girl sitting beside her that filled her head. She looked over to Quinn.

"Quinn?" Rachel questioned, finding the taller girl looking at her. Her eyes were glazed over, a gentleness seemingly clouded her usual hardened eyes. Rachel looked at the soft, dreamy smile on Quinn's face. Rachel's heart sped up at the sight of seeing Quinn so in love, probably for the fifth time today. She wanted to believe it was for her, but she knew it was just wishful thinking.

"Quinn?" She shook her lightly this time.

"What, Midget?" The harshness returned to Quinn's eyes. Rachel sighed, knowing it was just wishful thinking.

A blonde plopped down to the only empty seat to her right. "Hey, Rachie."

Rachel nodded, "Hey, Brittany. How are you today?"

Brittany put on a pondering face as if she were solving an algorithm of some sort. "Santana and I had sex earlier, so I think I'm good. You're smiley too. Did you have sex with Santana too?"

"Who had sex with Satan?" Mercedes sat behind Rachel on the second row. Kurt sat down beside her.

"Rachie, of course!"

Kurt looked at Rachel with shock. "You slept with Santana?"

"You slept with S?"

Rachel's head snapped to Quinn, who so happened to be sitting beside her. Rachel seemed to not have noticed due to the questions that seemed to be firing at her. Her face heated up. "No! I did not have any sexual intercourse with Santana. I'm just excited because she and I are performing today."

Quinn nodded and grabbed her bag. Rachel thought she was going to move, making her slump down. The blonde did not, however. She simply adjusted it. This made Rachel look at her with hopeful eyes, and made the Jew much more excited.

Rachel and Quinn talked about chemistry. Rachel thought it was a very bland topic, considering the fact that they were still in school, but it was a start. For Quinn, this wasn't the case. Her heart seemed to beat out of her chest every time Rachel threw a smile at her (Rachel was smiling the whole time).

Quinn kept noticing that the Jew kept glancing at the door, sometimes forgetting to reply to the blonde's questions, "Why do you keep looking there, Berry?"

"I'm waiting for Santana to walk in." Quinn tried to force down the rolling in her eyes by biting her lip harshly. This caught Rachel's undivided attention, and Quinn noticed it.

Quinn's eyebrow rose up as she smirked. If she could control Rachel with a simple lip bite, imagine what else she could do. "You good, Berry?"

Rachel cleared her throat, "I assure you, I am at the utmost peak of my day as of this very moment." She felt a light tap on her shoulder. Rachel turned to Brittany immediately.

Although the action kinda hurt Quinn, this gave her time to think. The whole day, she questioned why she kept catching herself staring at Rachel. Honestly, she didn't mind which was surprising because she was supposed to hate the girl. Quinn had given a lot of time to thinking about Rachel. Usually, it was about her hate for her, but she was starting to think that wasn't the case. I mean, she did always complain about how short the girl's skirts were.

"San!" Brittany yelled, startling everyone else who was currently in the room, "We were just talking about you!"

Everyone's head turned to a very soaked Latina who smelt like vinegar and oil. Rachel put a hand over her mouth, shock running throughout her system.

Santana's eyes found themselves to smirking Quinn, who was sitting beside Rachel. This made her even angrier, "You! You fucking bitch! I'm gonna fucking kill you."

Rachel stood up. She felt conflicted on who to side with. Quinn Fabray, the girl she'd been in love with since freshman year, or Santana Lopez, her confidant and her new best friend. "Santana, let's go to the washroom. I'll grab my slushy kit, and we'll clean you up."

"But Hobbs, she fucking soaked me!"

Rachel walked her out of the room, but not before turning to Quinn to tell her, "Tell Mr. Shue that I got slushied and Santana's helping me get cleaned." Quinn only nodded, kind of irked about how Rachel was willing to help Santana.

As they walked, Santana kept muttering about how she wanted to kill Quinn, and gruesome torture methods to do so. Rachel tried to calm her down, distracting her with stories about glee before they came. It worked for a few minutes until the pair entered at the cheerios' change room.

"God, I'm so pissed. Who the hell does that girl think she is? I swear, I'm gonna talk a scissor and shove it in her ass until she feels it in her brains."

Rachel gasped at the gruesomeness as she grabbed the materials needed to wash the vinegar and oil out of Santana's hair. "Let's get you cleaned first, then we'll chat about homicide later."

The Latina pouted, uncharacteristically. Rachel forced a smile down. "Take a quick shower if you can, please. I wouldn't want to miss glee. We have to perform after all."

"I don't think I have any other clothes."

Rachel lifted up a brown plastic bag, "They're some in here."

"What the actual fuck is this fucking shit?"

Rachel frowned, "It's my clothes."

Santana looked at the green argyle sweater in front of her, as well as a very pink Wicked shirt. Luckily, she already had some cheerio sweats on her since she realized they were in her locker midway through her five-minute shower. "I thought you meant my clothes were in the bag. Not this bullshit."

"These are the only two shirts I currently have, Santana," Rachel said, "And can you please select one already? I didn't ask your thoughts on my clothing choices, and you're quite distracting."

Santana gave her a weird side look. She ignored her sudden sweatiness that came with Rachel's comment. She just thought it was hot in the change room. I mean, Rachel's face was slowly turning red as well. There's nothing else that it could be.

"Give me the pink one, Berry."

The two brunettes walked in at the same time Mr. Shue was about to start a lesson.

"Santana! Rachel! Glad you girls are back in time. I was just about to start a random lesson to bide time, but since both of you are here, take it away when you're ready."

Quinn's eyes narrowed at the Wicked shirt Santana was wearing. She then looked up to a very angry girl, who was glaring as harshly as she was. The tension between the two filled the room.

Before any of the two cheerio's could speak, music started to fill the room. The entire class perked up at the song choice. It was odd considering that it wasn't a show tune or an R&B song. If anything, it was more alternative.

As Rachel and Santana began to sing, looks and whispers went unnoticed by the two girls. They were too busy enjoying the performance to notice the questioning gazes at them.

Kurt leaned over to Mercedes, "I've always known Rachel was at least a little gay ever since the Gay-Les-Ball thing, but Santana?"

Brittany turned around the boy in the fedora, "San's a bigger unicorn than you and Q combine!"

The two divas look at Quinn, who was slowly turning red from anger. They then looked at each other with realization written all over their face. "That explains the bullying."

Everyone else watched as the pair danced around each other. Tina and Mike smiled at each other, remembering that they used to be like that.

"They're so cute."

"Like us, but we're better."

Puck and Matt, on the other hand, were drooling beside a very gassy looking Finn Hudson. Artie simply danced along with them, already knowing that the Latina probably had a crush on their resident diva. He thought it was cute.

Rachel grabbed Mike's hand midperformance. Although it irked Santana, it was a very performance-y thing to do. Santana followed along, grabbing Brittany and twirling her around.

As the song came to the lines, "No she doesn't know what she's missin'," Santana picked Rachel up and began to twirl her around. Rachel giggled. Quinn might've been extremely pissed but seeing Rachel's smile was enough for her to be civil for the rest of the day.

"That was amazing, girls! So much chemistry and energy."

"I know," Santana smirked, putting Rachel down. Rachel hugged her tightly.

Quinn's 'positive' feelings (by positive, I mean passive) towards the two left out of the room as soon as she saw Santana blush. The rest of her peers didn't miss it either.

Everybody congratulated the two. The energy in the room had changed to a more positive one. The room was buzzing with excitement as Brittany looked at Santana's shirt with curiosity saying, "You're more unicorn than I thought." The Latina shook her head. Rachel was behind her, talking to Mike and thanking him for the applause. The two was ecstatic.

It did not last long.

"Fuck this!"