Girlfriends to Frenemies

A/N: I've wanted to write this since I watched frenemies, and I finally started writing. So here you go! The story of how Pezberry went from girlfriends to frenemies.

Disclaimer: I own nothing pertaining to Glee, that is all Ryan Murphy.

ALL-KNOWING POINT-OF-VIEW

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"Rápido por favor." The customer said to Santana. I really hope she doesn't go all Lima Heights Adjacent on her. Rachel thought.

"Ok, I was certain you were going to go all Lima Heights Adjacent and just throw those eggs all over her face just now." Rachel said excitedly. I'm so proud of my baby.

"No, I need this job. I'm saving to buy a car to drive my girl around and maybe even a noose to hang myself with." Santana replied, trying to mutter the last part, but Rachel still heard. Not really paying much attention to the beginning.

"Hey! What's wrong?" Rachel asked trying to see what was going on with her baby. When Santana didn't reply she kept going. "Talk to me."

"It's just not what I expected you know? I'm awesome, and I thought that when I came here that everyone would see that too." Santana replied sighing while cleaning off the table with Rachel's help.

"Babe, what are you talking about? You just had an international commercial like a month of getting here?" Rachel replied with confusion written on her face.

"Ok babe, but now wherever I go I'm known as the girl with the raging yeast infection. A couple, just yesterday, made me take their toast back because just looking at me made them loose their appetite for any bread products." Santana replied raising her voice a little. She then stopped all her motions, and turned to Rachel and said "I'm sorry I'm complaining, I'm fine" before walking off to the back to drop off the dirty dishes.

"Well obviously you're not. Look honey, it's ok to complain to me it means you're finally dropping your walls and letting me in." Rachel said trying to get through to Santana.

"I think I just have this guilt trip with being with you because I was so awful to you in high school. Quinn and Britt hated you then too, mostly because the way you dressed and because you walked with your feet pointing out (She Mumbled), I made Quinn look like the boss, but it was mainly me leading the 'Hate on Rachel' parade, and I'm sorry."

"Babe look, I forgave you a long time ago, not it's up to you to forgive yourself. High school's over and now it's just you, me, and Kurt here now."

"Yes, and out of all three of us, I'm crapping the bed the hardest." Santana replied.

"I may be doing well right now, but one day it'll be you. You know all you need is a good ole' pampering." Rachel replied getting a good idea in her head.

"Oooh, you giving me the one of a kind Berry back massage?" Santana asked cheering up slightly.

"Better, I'm going to be on the cover of New York Magazine." She replied back.

"Babe, that's good, and I'm totally pretending not to be jealous, no I'm just kidding, I'm really happy for you."

"Well it's just something the publicists set up for me to get introduced to the world. I really feel like this is it for me."

"Look babe, I'm really really happy for you, but I really don't see how this is pampering me?"

"Well there's going to models at the shoot and I think I have enough juice to see if you can be one of them. You'll get to do all this cool stuff, and get to keep these cool clothes. Are you in?"

"Hells yeah I'm in, right after I spit in these ladies eggs." Santana replied when she heard the bell ring for a new order.

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"Oh My Gosh! Can you believe all the amazing dresses that we pulled from this shoot? All of these girls are up and coming models. That girl over there is from Julliard, they're from Yale, and Harvard. Oh, and that girl over there, look but don't really look,-"

"Oh"

"-just got a role in a new season show as a Victorian prostitute. Ugh, I'm to nervous, but I don't know if it's because I'm excited or scared and I'm really-" Rachel said running over in her wardrobe and pointing at different groups of girls.

"Babe, babe, bae…calm down. You look amazing, own it. You're exactly where you're supposed to be." Santana said calming Rachel down a little.

"Thanks" Rachel replied back.

"Ok, good luck…"

"Here I go. Tell me if I look good!" Rachel yelled walking away.

"Okay." Santana said.

Santana:
You can be amazing
You can turn a phrase into a weapon or a drug
You can be the outcast
Or be the backlash of somebody's lack of love
Or you can start speaking up

Rachel:
Nothing's gonna hurt you the way that words do
When they settle 'neath your skin
Kept on the inside and no sunlight
Sometimes a shadow wins
But I wonder what would happen if you

Rachel and Santana (Rachel):
Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
(Honestly) I wanna see you be brave

With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
(Honestly) I wanna see you be brave

Santana:
And since your history of silence

Santana with Rachel:
Won't do you any good
Did you think it would?

Rachel:
Let your words be anything but empty

Rachel and Santana (Rachel):
Why don't you tell them the truth?

Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave

With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly (I wanna see you be brave!)

Santana:
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I wanna see you be brave!

Rachel:
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you

Rachel and Santana:
I just want to see you be brave

I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you (Santana: Oooh)
I just wanna see you

Santana and Rachel:
I wanna see you be brave

'I just kinda had this vision of me and Rach singing Brave by Sara Bareilles.' Santana thought, before being interrupted.

"Babe…Santana? Go to wardrobe and get dressed!" Rachel whispered yelled.

"Ok" Santana replied.

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After Kurt got off the phone with Blaine, he came over to the area we were sitting… "Alright ladies remember we have band practice tonight." He said while doing this weird dance.

"Sorry Kurt but I just can't" Rachel said looking up from her phone.

"Wait! What? Babe why?" Santana asked confused.

"Don't start with me Santana, they're auditioning my under study today, and I have to be there. I told them it's ridiculous since I'd never miss a performance. I mean it has to be some type of insurance right?" Rachel said moving to grab her stuff and heading towards the door.

"Well if the babes not going neither am I." Santana replied

"Wha- guys we're in a band, we have to practice!" Kurt replied back thinking how this was unbelievable.

"Kurt! I would think that you'd understand all the emotional distress I'm under right now, and I need you guys to be a little supportive. I mean, it's really hard being a star." Rachel said walking out while putting her shades on her face.

Kurt looked towards Santana to see if she could explain the actions of her girlfriend, but all she did was shrug, and look off in the distance.

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"Beautiful dreamer…"

"Thank you! We'll call" Rupert said to the lady on stage.

"Thank you." She replied.

After hearing over three dozen bad singers Rachel felt like she'd had enough.

"Well no wonder you hired me, for this part, no one can sing in this town." Rachel said.

"I hired you because you are spectacular." He replied.

"And also incredibly healthy. I even plan on wearing those face masks that Chinese people wear once we're up in running because I don't get sick. Which is why I won't need an understudy."

"The Union says you need an understudy, so does the producers, so do I." He said while drinking his coffee.

'Fine. Who's next." Rachel replied giving up.

"Only a few…uh Santana Lopez!" He called out.

"What!" Rachel yelled. Then turned when she heard her girlfriend start singing.

Santana:

Don't tell me not to live,
Just sit and putter,
Life's candy and the sun's
A ball of butter.
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade!

Don't tell me not to fly
I've simply got to.
If someone takes a spill,
It's me and not you.
Who told you you're allowed
To rain on my parade!

I'll march my band out,
I'll beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out,
Your turn at bat, sir.
At least I didn't fake it.
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it!
But whether I'm the rose
Of sheer perfection,
Or freckle on the nose
Of life's complexion,
The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye,

I gotta fly once,
I gotta try once,
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, life is juicy,
Juicy, and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir!

Get ready for me, love,
cause I'm a commer,
I simply gotta march,
My heart's a drummer.
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade!

I'm gonna live and live now,
Get what I want, I know how,
One roll for the whole show bang,
One throw, that bell will go clang,
Eye on the target and wham
One shot, one gun shot, and BAM!
Hey, Mister Arnstein,
Here I am!

I'll march my band out,
I'll beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out,
Your turn at bat, sir,
At least I didn't fake it.
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it.
Get ready for me, love,
'cause I'm a comer,
I simply got to march,
My heart's a drummer.
Nobody, no, nobody
Is gonna rain on my parade!

"OMG, she sang that better than I did. Why didn't she tell me she was auditioning? And she looked like she was having the time of her life. I'm so proud of her." Rachel thought.

"Holy moly, that was amazing! Who are you? I mean who submitted you?" Rupert asked.

"Actually I heard about this from Rachel, we're roommates and we went to high school together." Santana replied not seeing the hurt on Rachel's face.

"Just Roommates and we went to school together? No she's my girlfriend?" Rachel thought

"One high school created the two of you?" He asked looking back between the both of us. "Rachel, why didn't you tell me about her?" He asked. Rachel couldn't think of anything, but the fact Santana didn't say they were a couple.

After Santana left the stage the rest of auditions went by fast, and Rachel was on auto-pilot the whole time.

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"You don't own the song." Kurt told Rachel while unpacking groceries.

"No, that song is Ms. Streisand as long as she is on this planet, but let me tell you something, when she goes, it's going to be my responsibility to sing it!" Rachel yelled.

"Do you understand how insane you sound?" Kurt asked before being interrupted.

"I don't care that she auditioned, by why use my song?" She whispered.

"Hey roomies talking about me?" Santana asked while entering the house.

"No, why would you think that?" Kurt asked.

"Why didn't you tell me you were auditioning?" Rachel yelled at Santana. Yes, she was happy for her but she was also pissed, for her not telling her, and because she didn't say they were a couple, that hurt her the most, because she already felt like Santana didn't really want to be with her, and that Santana thought of her the same way she was in high school.

"Because I thought it'd be a good surprise." Santana replied confusion written on her face.

"It was completely inappropriate for you to audition, and with that song?" Rachel yelled. "Fanny Brice is a New York Jew, you playing that role is like me being the Grand Marshall of the Mexican day parade. Rachel yelled.

"But if you weren't playing Fanny, if you weren't playing the lead, and I came home to say 'Hey babe I'm auditioning for the UNDERSTUDY, would you still feel so strongly?" Santana said getting mad that Rachel was mad she's auditioning for her understudy.

"I'm arguing on principal this is not personal Santana." Rachel replied back.

"Bullcrap Rachel! You talk about how you have all this forgiveness about high school but the reality is that you love having something over me. With these past months you in rehearsal and me waiting tables is just sweet revenge for you, and you just can't stand that I might get mine too."

"What are you talking about Santana? I got you on the cover of New York Magazine!" Rachel yelled.

"Yeah, in the BACKGROUND!" Santana yelled. "You were practically glowing about it." Santana yelled at Rachel.

"Yes, because I was accomplishing something, it had nothing to do with you!" Rachel yelled back.

"It has everything to do with me. Every step you take in this city is filled by all the hate we gave you in high school, all of that ambition is you trying to prove us wrong, which is fine Rachel, whatever works for you, just don't try to say that it isn't." Santana said standing up from the couch she was sitting on.

"Can we just chill for a second I can make espressos." Kurt said trying to break them up.

"You know what you can't handle it, you can't handle that I'm making it, and you are begging to be my understudy!" Rachel yelled, then walked off toward her room, and pulled the curtains closed.

Santana followed, while still talking, and pulling the curtains back open. "Ok, you know what! Just admit that even with all of your years of singing lessons, and dancing lessons, and only child adoration from your two gay Broadway dads, that I am just as good as you, but unlike you I can still be popular in high school and still make it after graduation. Just admit that no matter what you do, and how far you go that you'll never be able to scratch that itch, you'll never be able to look down on me and redeem yourself, because I was better than you then and am better than you now, and have always been better than you. You are short, you are awful, and that is never gonna change!" Santana yelled at Rachel before Rachel turned around and slapped her. Even though it hurt like hell, she put on a hard face.

"We're over, and I think you should move out." Rachel said to Santana.

"I Agree." Santana said before walking over to her vibrating phone.

"This is crazy! We are friends, and you guys are a couple!" Kurt yelled trying to put some sense in their heads.

"Not Really. Hello…Yeah, good…ok well thank you for letting me know so soon." Santana said into the phone before turning to face Rachel. "See you at rehearsal Berry, I'm your new understudy." She said before walking out.

They were so angry that they didn't realize that they just lost each other. So furious with each other saying words neither meant.

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When Santana came in to rehearsals she went up to the dressing room to do her makeup. Then Rachel walked in.

"What are you doing?" Rachel yelled walking in.

"Putting make-up on, I have a bruise that needs covering before rehearsal." Santana replied before turning back to the mirror missing Rachel's face change for a split second then morph back into angry Rachel.

"Well you probably may not know this since you haven't been interested in Broadway since the day we started dating, but the star gets her own vanity. There's a perfectly good mirror upstairs for the understudy."

"Sorry Rachel, I forgot how much hooker make-up you have to put on to look close to good." Santana said standing up. Regretting what she said instantly, but too mad to take it back.

"I would totally slap you again." Rachel said

"I would love for things to get physical; I would hit you so hard that you wouldn't be able to wake up until you were old enough to play Funny Lady." Santana said back throwing her makeup case on the couch behind them.

"You will never play this part, I know you plan on getting all Showgirls crazy and pushing me down the stairs and poisoning my oatmeal, but you are going to have to kill me first, and even then I will come back from the dead and I will play this part just to spite you!" Rachel replied getting close in Santana's face.

"Oh, zombie fanny." Santana said.

"No, ghost fanny actually." Rachel replied.

"What's this? Fighting? No. No fighting." Rupert said standing in the door.

"Rupert we can't do this. Santana and I have a past." Rachel said

"This is why, besides her being incredibly talented, she is here. If you want to fill this house we need all the press and reporters we can get. I have many trying to get the story of high school friends from Ohio who made it big in the same Broadway show. Two old friends finding fame, love, and happiness in the big city. Hell of a hook. You are both going to get plenty of attention, individually, but it is a fact that as a team, you'll be twice as famous. From now on, you two need to be joined at the hip, and know everything Fanny starting at scene 14, Rachel you'll run through it first, and then Santana. I don't know what happened in the past between you two and I don't care, all I want to see is happy puppies and rainbows from now until the end of the show." He said before leaving the room.

"At least we know who the dog." Santana said before walking out.

"The bathroom's upstairs!" Rachel yelled running after Santana. She then realized that she lost the love of her life, but how she'd also do anything to keep her spot. Then she started singing…

[Rachel , Santana, both]

Every breath you take
And every move you make
Every bond you break, every step you take
I'll be watching you

Every single day
And every word you say
Every game you
play, every night you stay
I'll be watching you

Oh, can't you see
You belong to me?
How my poor heart aches
With every step you take

Every move you make
And every vow you break
Every smile you fake, every claim you stake
I'll be watching you

Since you've gone I've been lost without a trace
I dream at night, I can only see your face
I look around, but it's you I can't replace
I feel so cold, and I long for your embrace
I keep crying baby, baby, please

Ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh-ooh

Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break,
every step you take

Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you
play,every night you stay

Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake,

I'll be watching

Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you
play,

I'll be watching you

It was also that during this song Santana realized the same.

xXx

"We all can't live here anymore. One of us has to go." Rachel said.

"I have paid rent here for three months and even though I haven't gotten a bed, which I could've but Rachel thought that would be moving too fast, I have squatters rights." Santana replied back.

'Kurt you're the deciding vote." Rachel said not taking her eyes off Santana.

"Well I guess I should start packing now because we all know who's he's gonna choose." Santana said moving to gather her things, but stopping when Kurt started talking.

"I'm not choosing neither of you, ok this is ridiculous we are friends I'm not going to let this break us apart." Kurt said.

"This is betrayal Kurt this is exactly how friends end." Rachel said.

"Rach she auditioned for your understudy how is this betrayal?" Kurt asked

"Let me break this down. The whole point of an understudy is to hope the star never goes on. She only wins if I lose and I can't be around this negative energy anymore, this is my big break, and she is poisoning it." Rachel said furious.

"Poison" Santana said lowly.

"Even if she never went out on the stage this could be really big for her, and I can't believe how you can't find the generosity in your heart to see that." Kurt said.

"You know what. If you think she's just a babe in the woods, who's perfectly fine eating the scraps off of my star sandwich, then you are naïve and ignorant. She would kill for this part!"Rachel yelled.

"Yes, she's been awful to us before but I believe her now." Kurt said.

"Look at that! Pasty gay is siding with me!" Santana yelled.

"I'm not siding with anyone! I just want to order a pizza, sit down, and talk this out!" Kurt yelled getting frustrated.

"You know what you guys can do whatever you want in this apartment, because I'm leaving, and you know what Santana? We were never a couple, we were just pretending ever since we did that stupid number in the choir room after graduation, when everyone one was all happy and supportive of us, but it was all crap because you and I have never been friends, never been a couple, never have and never will be!" Rachel felt sorry for what she said as soon as it left her mouth but it was too late. That time was when Santana told her about her true feelings and put EVERYTHING on the line to be with her, friends, family, education, everything so she could keep dating Rachel.

"Rachel no…" Kurt said.

"No. You know what, let her go, but do me a favor would you? Leave the mattress?" Santana said pushing back tears.

"I am on the cusp of something most people never even touch, a dream come true. I'm not going to let two people who I thought meant the most to me bring me down…you know what I'm gone." After saying that Rachel started packing her things trying not to cry when she saw some shirts that Santana gave her, but still packed them.

When she was done packing and walked out of her room, Santana and Kurt stood up from the kitchen table, and Kurt and Rachel hugged, and when Rachel reached Santana she walked right by her to the picture of them on the day of their four-month anniversary, which was also their graduation day, and started tearing the picture into pieces and walking out of the house throwing the pictures in the air. Santana was taking in air to keep from crying while she watched them fall to the ground. Santana turned back around trying to put on a brave face when Kurt looked at her, but it still hurt.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! I'll have the next chapter up shortly. Thanks!

-K