Memory Of An Old Life

I’ll try to keep you grounded…

-She couldn’t stand it when girls cried, not even weird, annoying ones. So when Rachel started crying, Santana stopped instantly and turned around.- Fine, BOYD! Come here and carry the little one back to the room. Gently, like a baby, not a sack of potatoes. -Turning Santana continued down the hall.-

-Santana’s perfectly manicured eyebrow raises, her head cocked to the side as she studied the smaller girl. Her demeanor had changed, actually almost everything about her had… - The fuck? You think I’m gonna carry you? No. No fuckin’ way. You can walk or crawl or whatever. But I’m not carrying you.

I’ll try to keep you grounded…

Your head is confused? But you’re not a baby.

Que?

What do you mean? [she looks concerned]

Scared? Why, what happened?

What do you mean? Rachel…

What’s wrong?

It’s been that long since you’ve done something worthy of allowing you to see it. Maybe I’ll take you for a nice walk in the rain next time… If it pleases me.

I never know what time it is anymore.

Wh-what time is it?

Fuckin' rain...

I love the rain... been so long since I've seen it.