Rachel was currently at a park that's only a few walks away from NYADA. Sitting on a park bench, she had her iPhone in her hands and was contemplating on whether she'll call anyone of her friends or not. She chose the former and dialed a certain Latina's number. They've gotten closer over the last few weeks of their senior year and they spent all summer talking on the phone, Skype-ing, Facebook messaging, and also sending tweets to each other. Rachel won't deny this ever: New York is great. She certainly feels like she belongs in the Big Apple, but still, all that aside, she misses all her friends.

"Hello? Rachel?" Santana's voice brought her back.

"H-hey Santana, I'm glad you picked up." Rachel said, trying not to sound sad, but Santana sensed it quickly.

"Hey, what's up Rach? You sound sad." The Latina asked, concern laced in her tone of voice.

Hearing Santana's voice made her cry, making the person on the other end of the line worried. "Rachel, what's wrong?"

"I lied, okay? I lied, Santana. I'm not okay," Rachel spoke, her voice beginning to crack. Tears clouded her vision.

"What do you mean?" Santana wanted to know, her voice still laden with concern for the other brunette.

She wipes away some of the tears. Rachel begins rambling, "My first week of college is a disaster, no, more like, pure hell—my dance teacher's a bitch; I'm still ridiculed for my talent, my short stature, and the clothes I wear; I haven't made new friends in the city and to top it all off, I couldn't even stand sleeping in my dorm because my roommate is sleeping with all the guys on our floor." She cried and Santana listened intently on the other end.

"That sucks, Berry. But, it's gonna be okay." The taller brunette assures her.

"How do you know that?" Rachel snapped, but not really meaning to.

Santana rolls her eyes at Rachel's attitude on the other end of the line, thankful that Rachel couldn't see.

"Okay, I want you to listen okay?" Santana begins and waits for Rachel's reply.

"I'm listening," Rachel says.

"If I suggest that you get an apartment and a new roommate instead, what would you say?"

"I'd say, what are you talking about?"

"I'll make it easy for you, Rachel. Turn around."

"Huh? What? You're not making any sense, Santana."

"Just turn around Berry, afores I lose my cool."

Rachel turns around as Santana told her to do and she sees the Latina, standing there, on the other end of the fountain. She squealed with glee and Santana rolled her eyes at the girl's cuteness.

"Oh my God, am I dreaming?! Is it just me or is that really you?"

"God Berry, even now, four years later, you're still a drama queen. Just put the phone down, come over here so I could give you a hug."

So Rachel did just that. She hung up the phone and ran over to Santana and gave her a big, hug, almost as if to say "I'm glad you're here" and "welcome to New York!"

Finally, a friendly face—Rachel's not so lonely anymore.

"So what are you doing here? Really?" Rachel asks. They were now at a small bistro in downtown New York. "Well, I didn't really go to Kentucky. It wasn't for me. So I stayed behind in Lima this summer." Santana said. They begin to eat their dinner, and talked some more, catching each other up on each girl's lives.

Santana told her about her and Brittany's relationship and that they were going strong, even though it's a long distance relationship. Then, it was Rachel's turn. Santana asked her about her and Finn's relationship; and when Rachel got to the part about Finn surrendering and all, Santana was a little shocked. Sure, she wasn't really a fan of Finchel, but still… she thought those two would be together forever. "So, it's really over?"

"I guess so. I mean, he's in the army now and I'm here in New York; it wouldn't really work out for the better in the long run." Rachel said, with a sad smile.

Santana felt a lil' bit guilty for broaching the topic, so she said, "Hey, you know what? Let's talk about something else."

"Like what?" The younger brunette found herself asking.

"No, wait. Let's just drink to it." Santana ordered them both a glass of champagne, Rachel seemed a bit nostalgic about the idea, but didn't say anything about it.

Before Rachel could even ask what they were toasting to, Santana beat her to it, "To bright futures and to finding ourselves in New York." Both of the girls said, "cheers!" and clinked their glasses, drinking their bubblies whilst thinking about the future.

Santana crashed in Rachel's dorm that night, since Rachel told her that her roommate is out and about and probably won't be home until later.

"There's some great cheap, low-cost, but fully furnished apartments in Bushwick, Rach. We could check it out tomorrow, if you want." Santana suggests and Rachel nodded.

"Yeah, let's check it out tomorrow." Rachel said, agreeing with Santana's suggestion. She let out a yawn and got settled in on her bed. "Good night, Santana."

"Night, Rach." Santana says and dozes off, a few seconds later.

Rachel was still wide awake, with only one thought in mind: I so can't wait for tomorrow. And with that thought in mind and a smile on her lips, she succumbs to peaceful oblivion.

A/N: Hey guys. Ruth here, aka RangerGleek1203, and this is my first fanfiction. Main ship is Pezberry and I hope you guys like it. Tell me what you think and if I should continue this. :)