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Santana nodded. “Exactly. Everything has a reason… it just takes a while to figure out.” Placing a hand on her thigh, Santana looked over at her. “Just trust me, okay? Just know that you aren’t alone now. Come to me if you need anything. I could unload all my crap on you, but I’m sure you don’t want to hear all my relationship drama. Especially when I’m cursing out Brittany.” A slight laugh left her lips, and she squeezed Rachel’s thigh reassuringly.
Rachel laughed a little and wiped her eyes, “You can bitch about her to me all you want.” She smiled, and kissed Santana’s cheek, sniffing before she took another sip of her drink. Santana was the kind of person she could tell anything to, Santana had always been able to read her like a book despite the fact they hadn’t been friends for too long during school. The stunt she pulled about the anti-prom was enough to prove that Santana was the one who knew her better than a lot of others, or that Santana was the only one who would say it out loud. “I was raped.” She finally murmured, staring down at her drink, not even glancing at the Latina as she focused on the red liquid inside the plastic cup.
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Rachel giggled and looked at Santana, “When did you get nice?” She scrunched up her nose, a grin on her face, “Didn’t...
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