"Psst. Santana." Someone was talking to her, and she was trying to sleep.

"Santana, please. I need your help."

She groaned. Who the fuck was suicidal enough to keep at this?

Then she was being shaken, lightly, by a soft hand that seemed to tremble a little. With another groan she rolled over, opening her eyes just enough to see the shadowed figure of none other than Rachel Berry standing next to her bed. She had had a sleepover for the Glee girls, plus Kurt, and everyone else was laid out on sleeping bags around her bed. She shifted a little to prop herself up on her elbow, opening her eyes up fully just so that she could glare at the smaller girl.

Rachel bit her lip and couldn't seem to stop fidgeting.

"What the fuck, Berry?" hissed Santana. This had better be good.

"I'm really, really sorry, Santana… it's just… well… I had a really bad nightmare." Even in the dark Santana could see Rachel's flushed face. She rolled her eyes.

"Are you- Are you even being serious? You're not a baby, even if you are about the size of one. Go back to bed."

"Santana…"

The taller girl fell back into her bed, sighing heavily. Finally, she scooted over and moved the edge of the blanket over. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

Smiling, Rachel quickly got under the covers and snuggled as close to Santana as she could get, resting her head on the other girl's chest without a second thought. "Thank you, San. I promise to be up and out of bed before anyone else can see."

Grunting, Santana rolled her, wrapping her arms around the diva and closing her eyes. "Whatever. Just don't wake me up. And if anyone asks you snuck in my bed without my permission." It was pointless, though. Rachel was already fast asleep, and despite herself, the Cheerio found herself holding her just a little bit closer before falling asleep again aswell.