Before Rachel knocked Matt's door, it already opened itself revealing her friend's face.
"Matthew." She hugged him quickly and went inside. "What is wrong? Why do you need me here? Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, sure, please, sit down." He motioned her to sit on one of the couch. He took a deep breath and began to talk.
"So, remember a few days ago we all took the 'Vitamin D' from Mrs. Schuester?" He air-quoted and Rachel nodded. "I know you took it too. How did it taste?"
"Um, it was sweet, right?"
"Exactly, Rachel, and that's what made it more dangerous?"
"Dangerous? What do you mean dangerous? Is someone sick because of that drug? Oh my God, is it Michael? Please tell me it's not him."
"No, he's fine. He is more than fine."
"Then why is it dangerous? You said Mike is fine after taking that sweet… Oh!"
"Yeah, good thing you get straight A's. So he was here earlier and he asked me if he could dance with you, because he apparently he thought you are a great dancer. So I called you."
"Why didn't you dance with him? You are a greater dancer than me, Matthew."
"Trust me, I did." She raised her eyebrows at that.
"The boys let him choreographed the dance for our number, we even managed to give him a solo dance. He also danced around when you girls were performing. Heck! Yesterday we played Dance-Dance Revolution for hours. I'm so damn tired right now, Rach. And you know what; his mom told me that he hasn't slept since the first day we took that drug." Matt ranted exaggeratedly.
"What do I do?" Rachel rolled her eyes and sighed at her friend. But she could see Matt's face lightened up a little bit. "He is in the studio. Your clothes are in your room."
Rachel was on the edge of the Rutherford's dance studio's door after changing her clothes. "Michael?"
"Rachel! You are late!" Mike jumped up and hugged her tightly.
"I'm sorry; I had something to do earlier. How are you?" She asked as she hugged him back.
"I am really good, Rachel. I want to dance though. Did Matt tell you that I wanted to dance? Oh, and we can choreograph for Sectionals too! Can we, Rachel, please? And do you know, Rachel, I really want to join the dance crew after graduation, what do you think? Or maybe I could do Broadway like you always wanted to. Which one do you think is the best for me?" He held her hand as he dragged her to his place before in front of the wide mirror.
"Wow I never heard you talked that much before, but whatever it is, you will be great, Michael."
"Thank you! Oh, oh, Rachel, will you dance with me, like, right now? Pretty, pretty please?" He pouted sweetly as he grabbed both of her hands in his. "Uh, yeah, sure, Michael. But I need you to promise me one thing."
"Anything! Just say it and we can start dancing, I can do ballet too, you know. Or pop and lock. Oh! I can do salsa! Which dance do you want to do today?"
"I know, and it's your choice. But after dancing, you will go to bed and take a nap, okay?"
"We!"
"I'm sorry, what is it?" She frowned at the full-energy boy in front of her.
"We will go to bed, cuddle, and take a nap." He rolled his eyes and said it with a 'duh' tone. She blinked her wide eyes rapidly, "Michael…"
"I promise to go to bed and take a nap after dancing if you promise to come with me. I don't really want to cuddle with Matt, or worse, with myself." She sighed. Maybe it's the only way, she thought to herself.
"Okay, okay, I will. So, should we start?"
Rachel was walking through the kitchen when she heard Matt's phone went off from the living room. She ran as quiet as she could and grabbed his phone before Matt woke up. Matt was already sleeping since she changed her clothes to dance with Mike earlier. As Mike, she had sneaked out after cuddling with him under the blanket in her room in Rutherford's residence after 4 hours straight dancing.
"Hello?" She greeted just to get the snarky comment. "Wait, who is it? Where's Matt?"
"It's Rachel, and Matt is sleeping like dead. How can I help you, Santana?"
"He's sleeping? Mike let him sleep?" The brunette could tell that the Latina frowned at the moment.
"As the matter of fact, Michael is sleeping too."
"What? When did that happen? Berry, tell me you did not give him a sleeping pill!"
Rachel sighed. Of course Santana would think of that. "What? Why would I do that? And he just started to sleep a few minutes ago, for your record."
"Whatever. Tell Matt that Britt's sleeping too and I'll be there around 7."
"Wait, Brittany had been dancing around too?" Rachel cringed at the thought Brittany and Michael couldn't stop moving their feet.
"Yeah, not as bad as Mike. But yeah."
"Okay, I'll tell Matt later. Anything else?"
"No. Bye." She heard the Latina hung off the call and sighed. She didn't know what to do so she decided to cook some food for her sleeping beauties.
"Berry! Open the door!" Santana knocked the door loudly as Rachel ran from the kitchen.
"Santana, would you please turn down your voice? You don't want to wake the dancing monster." She loudly whispered as the Latina raised her eyebrows. "Who the hell is the dancing monster?"
"Michael."
"I don't know you can joke around, Berry." Santana smirked as Rachel rolled her eyes.
"Thank you? Do you want a drink, Santana?" She asked and was surprised when Santana nodded quietly. They were in an awkward silent for a few minutes until Rachel decided to begin the conversation. "So, when did you become friends with Michael?"
"Since my birth, practically. We are neighbors."
Rachel nodded slightly and heard, "You and Matt?"
"Oh, his mother was the nurse who helped my birth mother when I was born. And as the matter of fact, my mom left me; Nancy was the one who suggested my fathers to adopt me. They were best friends in college back then." Santana copied her gesture before and just nodded. But she added, "How come I knew nothing about you and Mike? And I thought you like Finn?"
Rachel widened her eyes. How could Santana know that she liked Finn? "What? No, no, no! I do not like Finn, Santana."
The Latina rolled her eyes and mumbled yeah-you-don't. Rachel rushed adding, "And there is nothing going on between Michael and me. I just happened to dance with him, today."
"He seems to like you." Rachel had no answer for the statement that Santana said. And she had no idea at all. She always saw Mike as Brittany's significant and Santana was always around him too.
"You break his heart, I break your nose." Santana added. Rachel looked at her in disbelief but nodded quickly.
They were back in silence while waiting Matt to wake up, but this time they were in the living room watching Footloose together. Rachel's thought wondered around thinking how in the name of choir God she sat next to the Latina without her giving snarky insults to her. And Santana herself was thinking that maybe that Berry girl wasn't as disgusting as Quinn told her.