Disclaimer: I own nothing at this point except the computer this story was typed on.

Rating: PG, if even

Pairing(s): Hints at Brittana, Pezberry friendship.

A/N: So, I just randomly wrote this scene. There's not really much to it, but I am planning on creating a series. The stories won't be in chronological order, mainly because I would never finish it otherwise since I already have four or five more random scenes started in this Verse. Have a question about anything in the story? Ask and maybe it will get answered in a future story. Enjoy.

Rachel sighed as she walked into the penthouse apartment she shared with Santana and Brittany. The tiny diva still had trouble understanding her current living situation, what with Santana hating her all throughout high school, but she wouldn't change it for anything. Sure, she's walked in on the two former cheerleaders so many times now that it doesn't even phase her anymore, but it could be worse.

Throwing her keys on the table by the door, Rachel slumped into the kitchen. She was finally done with mid-terms and it couldn't have come a minute sooner. Her sleeping and eating habits were off and even her voice wasn't 100 percent. Thankfully, her professors for her voice classes knew the students were stressed and kept the singing to a minimum, focusing on theory more than skill. Grabbing a bottle of water, the brunette started humming a song she had heard on the subway, coming out of someone's headphones.

"Keep it down will ya Smurfette? Some of us are trying to sleep."

Rachel rolled her eyes as she followed Santana's voice into the living room. She glared at the Latino laying on the couch, her arm throw over her eyes. "You do have a bedroom you know?"

Santana hugged then raised her hand and counted down. "Five, four, three, two, one," and then a thump came from upstairs. Rachel jumped at the noise and was about to sprint upstairs when the other brunette grabbed her waist and pulled her onto the couch. "B is practicing a routine. The thump is suppose to happen."

Rachel was a little in shocked from Santana's quick reflexes and it took her a minute to respond. "Why is she practicing upstairs? Wouldn't she have more room down here?" The singer could feel the other girl chuckling from behind her.

"Well, at some point while she was practicing, the downstairs neighbors came home and came running and banging on the door the first time Brittany landed on the floor," Santana answered then shifted, wrapping her arms more securely around the diva. "Once they knew she was alright, they started yelling at her. They made Britts cry, which is when I came home and scared them away. Once I got her calmed down, I told her to practice upstairs."

"Which is why you're sleeping down here?"

"Yep."

Rachel nodded and laid still until she could hear the Latina softly snoring and her grip around the smaller girl's waist loosened. Carefully, she sat up and slid off the couch. It was Santana's turn to cook, but as Rachel softly kissed her friend's forehead, she figured she'd give the girl a break.