Fic: Glee: Took It Down.
Title: Took It Down.
Character: Santana.
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee, nor the characters.
***SPOILERS***: For episode 2.15 "Sexy." Summary and Author's Note under cut.
Summary: Rachel runs into Santana after Santana comes out to Brittany in the hallway.
A/N: My heart is broken.
Rachel weaved through the crowded hallway as she headed for the bathroom. She had enough time to stop in before class and then grab her books. As she entered the bathroom, she swore she heard sobbing. Curiously, she looked to the sound.
Santana had her back toward the bathroom, facing the corner, but Rachel could see her reflection in the mirror. Tears were on her face.
“Santana?” Rachel asked meekly, hesitating slightly. Approaching Santana was sometimes like poking a lioness with a stick.
“Get the fuck out of here,” Santana replied, meeting Rachel’s eye in the mirror.
Rachel stared back, unmoving. “Um... no.” When Santana didn’t fight, Rachel took a step closer to her. “What’s wrong?”
Turning quickly, Santana faced her. “I’m going to break your face. Get away from me.”
“Fine.” Rachel put up defensive hands as she backed up and headed for the door.
“You hate Quinn?” Santana swiped at her nose.
That made Rachel stop. She considered the question a moment before turning back toward Santana. “No. Of course not. Why would you think that?”
“Because of Finn.” She sniffed. “Because he picked her.”
Rachel shook her head and lifted her chin. “Finn hasn’t chosen Quinn.”
“He will,” Santana replied.
“You don’t-” She quickly lost her steam. “-know that.”
“No, I do, he will.” Santana spoke matter-of-factly as glared at Rachel. She hated how much she related to her right now. “You can go.”
Rachel paused. “Are you going to be okay?”
“Fuck off, Berry.” Santana faced the mirror, now trying to do damage control and fix her make up.
“Is it Sam?” Rachel asked. She noticed something was going on, but she didn’t know what. “Are you having problems or something?”
“This has nothing to do with him!” Santana slammed her palm down on the counter and it stung. She gasped and pulled the hand into herself.
Rachel eyed her up, daring herself to speak again. “Does it have to do with Brittany?”
Santana’s head snapped in her direction. “Why would you say that?”
“Landslide,” Rachel answered simply. “Am I right?”
Turning back to the mirror, Santana stared at her reflection for a moment before lowering her head, thoughts running through it quickly. She couldn’t say them, least of all to Berry.
‘She doesn’t love me... Not enough to leave Artie. She doesn’t love me as much as I love her. Oh, God, it hurts...’
Blinking back tears, Santana lifted her head and shook it slowly. “No,” she whispered and passed by Rachel, leaving the other girl alone in the bathroom.
Character: Santana.
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee, nor the characters.
***SPOILERS***: For episode 2.15 "Sexy." Summary and Author's Note under cut.
Summary: Rachel runs into Santana after Santana comes out to Brittany in the hallway.
A/N: My heart is broken.
Rachel weaved through the crowded hallway as she headed for the bathroom. She had enough time to stop in before class and then grab her books. As she entered the bathroom, she swore she heard sobbing. Curiously, she looked to the sound.
Santana had her back toward the bathroom, facing the corner, but Rachel could see her reflection in the mirror. Tears were on her face.
“Santana?” Rachel asked meekly, hesitating slightly. Approaching Santana was sometimes like poking a lioness with a stick.
“Get the fuck out of here,” Santana replied, meeting Rachel’s eye in the mirror.
Rachel stared back, unmoving. “Um... no.” When Santana didn’t fight, Rachel took a step closer to her. “What’s wrong?”
Turning quickly, Santana faced her. “I’m going to break your face. Get away from me.”
“Fine.” Rachel put up defensive hands as she backed up and headed for the door.
“You hate Quinn?” Santana swiped at her nose.
That made Rachel stop. She considered the question a moment before turning back toward Santana. “No. Of course not. Why would you think that?”
“Because of Finn.” She sniffed. “Because he picked her.”
Rachel shook her head and lifted her chin. “Finn hasn’t chosen Quinn.”
“He will,” Santana replied.
“You don’t-” She quickly lost her steam. “-know that.”
“No, I do, he will.” Santana spoke matter-of-factly as glared at Rachel. She hated how much she related to her right now. “You can go.”
Rachel paused. “Are you going to be okay?”
“Fuck off, Berry.” Santana faced the mirror, now trying to do damage control and fix her make up.
“Is it Sam?” Rachel asked. She noticed something was going on, but she didn’t know what. “Are you having problems or something?”
“This has nothing to do with him!” Santana slammed her palm down on the counter and it stung. She gasped and pulled the hand into herself.
Rachel eyed her up, daring herself to speak again. “Does it have to do with Brittany?”
Santana’s head snapped in her direction. “Why would you say that?”
“Landslide,” Rachel answered simply. “Am I right?”
Turning back to the mirror, Santana stared at her reflection for a moment before lowering her head, thoughts running through it quickly. She couldn’t say them, least of all to Berry.
‘She doesn’t love me... Not enough to leave Artie. She doesn’t love me as much as I love her. Oh, God, it hurts...’
Blinking back tears, Santana lifted her head and shook it slowly. “No,” she whispered and passed by Rachel, leaving the other girl alone in the bathroom.