A/N Hi! I know I haven't written in what? A year? Well I'm starting with a clean slate so I hope you like this! Starting a fresh new Facebook thing soon. Love yall! Peace!

A/N 2: Look at the clothes on my profile for a better understanding of what they are wearing.

A/N 3: Rachel is pretty OC in this so don't comment about it because I JUST said it

Disclaimer: Glee, The Hunger Games, and Victoria's Secret don't belong to me. Sadly…

Remember Matt Rutherford? Yeah, he left during the summer of freshman year. Well, he is now Matt Rutherford-Berry. Matt left because his parents were really busy, but since they were a little too busy; child services took him into foster care. Do you know how long he was in San Francisco for? Precisely a week and a half, but since our parents are tighter than rope, Dad and Daddy adopted him.

He lived with me but only Kurt, Blaine, Brittany, and Santana knew. They were the only people that were my best friends. Well, excluding Mike, who's my "brother", and Noah, who's….well I'm not sure. Quinn can go to hell for all I care, Finn cheated on me with none other than Quinn after sectionals so I automatically hated his guts, and the others just don't know me that well to be friends.

Anyway, it was the first day of summer vacation and it was what, 3:00 am? Oh yeah, I probably didn't explain the perks of living with Matt. When he became my brother, he literally took the role of being the brother, but not the brother who hates his sisters' guts. The one who loved her to pieces. However, moments like these made me want to strangle him with a poisonous snake.

"Matty, please don't!" I screamed childishly. He was holding up a brown box, the size of a dinosaur, I got in the mail.

"It says its form Santana! It must be poisonous or some shit, let me open it!" he said as he ran down the stairs and into the living room.

"Shut your mouth or San, your girlfriend, will know that you think she's a terrorist!" I screamed as I clung onto the back of the couch.

His eyes widened comically, "You wouldn't!"

"Try me." I said as I pulled out my phone and punched in her number.

Santana and I had formed a…unique… friendship over after sectionals. It all started like this…

*Flashback*

"Hey Berry, we need to talk" Santana sniped bitchily. Why did all the conversations that changed my life start like that?

Without an answer, she grabbed my wrist and led me into the closest janitors' closet, probably not to be seen with me. Her eyes landed on mine and a very awkward silence creeped through the room. "Why are we here?" I asked, playing with a yellow feather duster I found next to me.

"Berry put that down. I might've used that for some of my…private…affairs." Santana said, rolling her eyes as if thinking I wouldn't understand. I did. I dropped the duster as if it burned me, kicked it under a shelf and stepped far away from it.

Santana laughed, "As if you never did it before Berry."

"Well I never did it with school equipment!" Rachel countered.

Santana analyzed the sentence for a while before her eyes widened comically. "Holy shit Berry! You masturbate?" She screamed. Rachel slammed her hand over the Latinas mouth and shushed her.

"What do you want?" she said, slightly annoyed. Santana slapped the offending hand from her mouth and answered.

"I want to be your friend. You in?" she raised her eyebrow questioningly. I stood there, silent for a while, before taking a deep breath. This was going to be a death sentence.

"What? Brittany doesn't want to be your fuck buddy anymore?" I winced at my own words. Santana laughed and smirked.

"No, but if you want to fill in her place, please be my guest." She winked wickedly. Her whole demeanor showed off her not so bitchy side. Her hair in a bun, Baggy t-shirt, yoga pants, sneakers that weren't white.

"There must be a real reason." Rachel said, thinking off all the pranks the evil Latina could pull.

Santana rested a hand on the small brunettes shoulder and gave it a small squeeze. "Berry, remember last summer when we hung out ALL THE TIME? Yeah, I do too. I miss it, okay? I miss you, but not in a creepy way…. Anyway, just say yes and we can go back to hanging out in public and I can burn all of those stupid ass animal sweaters. However, the skirts can stay. There's a reason why I needed that feather duster." She smirked.

Rachel wrinkled her nose and nodded, linking her arm with Santana's and walking out of the closet with her.

*Flashback End*

"Oh come on Rach, if it's from San its must not be that bad." Matt said logically. I scoffed and walked up to him, snatching the box away from his hands.

I began to open it while speaking to him, "Oh, so now you don't think of her as someone bent on killing me. Well that ain't flying with…" I stopped mid-sentence once I finally saw what was in the box.

What the hell is wrong with her? I thought. Ever since we became friends, San has been freakin' Satan on crack but what the hell was this? I love her to pieces, I really do. However, I feel like I want to throw her into the sun, bake her until she's black, come back to earth, make her watch as I give all her clothes to charity, set up Brittany and HUDSON, throw her into a wood chipper and feed her to beavers. (Oh, the irony on the last part).

I looked one more time, finally deciding to walk past Matt quietly and run up to my room. My mind was racing. I locked the door and jumped on my bed.

Underwear? Really? What the… why would…when did… fuck. There are probably millions of the shits. I haven't even gotten to the good part yet. They're the laciest pieces of crap I have EVER SEEN. I slowly pulled one after another. Polka dot, striped, one pair looked like I could floss with them!

Santana Lopez was going to die today. Die.

I literally climbed through the pile of panties on my bed and walked past Matt as I walked through the door. He openly walked into my room and laughed so hard he probably pissed his pants. I put my hair into a bun, which is what I usually do when I'm scheming, and picked up my iPhone. I dialed her number like a pro and waited till she picked up, not caring that it was 3:30am.

"Sup, Berry?" Santana answered nonchalantly, as if it were a regular phone call.

"Does your fucking life revolve around doing shit like this?" I growled into the phone, still hearing Matt laugh from upstairs.

"Like what?" she asked innocently, though I could hear the smile on her face.

"You know what I'm talking about Panty Hoarder!" I said. I could hear her laugh…hard. I took five minutes till she finally answered through hiccups.

"So you got the...the…the..." she choked out before collapsing into another fit of giggles.

"Yeah, your boyfriend is probably trapped in the fucking mountain of them!" I smirked, knowing that would get her good.

"…what?" she said dead serious. I laughed and said the previous sentence over again. "I'll be there in a minute."

"Wait San!" she hung up before I could finish my sentence. I closed my phone, "Its 3 in the morning."

I climbed the stairs and slammed the door closed as I fell on my comfy bed. I heard muffled words though. Maybe it was just Matt talking to Santana, I thought. I was completely wrong though. Apparently, since I became normal (as Santana would say), I was always wrong. My dad's raised me so weirdly.

"Matty, where are you?" I asked. A hand popped out form the pile of unused pile of panties and I screamed at the top of my lungs. Once I cooled down, I accepted the fact that this was normal and helped him out. "You're weird" I said lamely.

"There were…there were more! I had to see how many there were! It was…it was like a monster Rach! A monster!" He screamed, making me laugh like the good sister I am. After a few minutes of him being completely and utterly traumatized and me almost pissing my pants laughing, the door opened and Santana froze in the spot.

She was wearing the same pants as Rachel, but in a different color and a Hunger Games t-shirt. (See profile for Santana and Rachel's outfits. Highly suggested that you see them.)

"What the hell are you two doing?" Santana asked in her usual Latina attitude.

"Well I'm pulling Matt out of a mountain of panties you sent me while he's just being a dumbass." I answered nonchalantly, as if I do it every day.

Santana shrugged, "well okay."

Matt looked at Santana's slippers, "why do you look like you're wearing big fluffy penises on your feet? Are you cheating on me?"

That's when I KNEW this summer was going to be EPIC!