A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed, and to the many of you that didn't but liked it regardless. I didn't really expect such a reception. I guess that means I shouldn't keep you guys waiting, eh? I'm open to requests or suggestions of any kind. I have the whole plot planed out, but if there is something you want to see in here don't be afraid to let me know.

I've got some family business this week, so I figured I'd get this out to you before I leave town.

Disclaimer: Do we even really need these anymore? I think people understand that we don't own these shows/movies/books, nor do we make any money off of them.

No one in New Directions was quite sure what Mr. Shue was talking about for the first half of Glee practice that afternoon. They were all too busy whispering to their neighbors or openly staring at the brunettes looking cozy in the front row. Perhaps Santana had just gone crazy without Brittany around. It was the only logical answer any of them could come up with. Sure, Rachel hadn't been her crazy self lately. They all figured she had finally taken the hint and taken it down a notch.

"Come on, guys. Nationals is going to be here before we know it, we really need to think about our song selections." Sheuster had noticed the lack of concentration and was getting a little fed up. He was just as confused about the pair as everyone else, but was just happy that everyone seemed to be getting along. Who was he to question that?

"I didn't know if you were aware, Mr. Shue, but Santana and Rachel are sitting next to each other." Kurt said.

"Yeah, and not killing each other." Mercedes raised her hand, but hadn't waited to speak.

"Good, I'm glad we're all getting along. Now, I really like the idea of putting together people who have never sang together before. I think it's a great way to expand our repertoire. How about we pair up and try to come up with something amazing?" He clapped his hands together and looked excitedly at the group before him.

Rachel squeezed Santana's hand, indicating that they would be partners. Once everyone was paired up they were dismissed. Rachel and Santana slipped out of the choir room before they could be subject to the groups interrogation. Rachel felt a hand tug her arm and she was thrust through a door she had never noticed before. Just as the two of them were swallowed by darkness they heard the excited chatter of the other glee clubbers making their way down the hall.

"What are you doing?" Rachel smoothed a hand over her sweater, surely it was covered in dust and other unspeakable things from inside the closet. Personally, Santana thought that might be an improvement to the hideous, animal covered thing.

"We needs to get our story straight. No one is going to believe we just went from...whatever it was we were to suddenly being all over each other. They are definitely going to be asking questions."

Santana had a good point. Rachel was surprised that she has skipped over that detail in her planning. It wasn't exactly a little one. "How could I have missed something like that?" Rachel mused, mostly to herself. Santana let out a little laugh, Rachel could feel her breath on the side of her face. She didn't realize how close they were in the confined space.

"Maybe you're just losing your touch, Man Hands." Santana suggested with a tiny shrug.

Rachel scoffed at the idea, "Preposterous. And you can't call me Man Hands or RuPaul or any of that anymore."

"Then what else am I supposed to call you?" Santana wished she could see the smaller girls face. She always loved teasing her, but this was something different.

Rachel huffed and stomped her foot. "How about you call me Rachel? That is, after all, my name."

"Where's the fun in that?"

"So, are we going to come up with a good back story, or are we just going to stay in the closet?"

Santana burst out laughing before Rachel realized what she had just said. As soon as it hit her she joined the ex cheerleader in laughter. The weren't sure how long they stayed doubled over like that, but by the time they collected themselves enough they were both sore. Before she could succumb to another fit of giggles, Rachel regained her composure by running a hand through her hair.

"How about; I was consoling you about your loss, and things just progressed from there?" When Rachel noticed that the taller girl had gone quiet she reached out to lay a hand on her shoulder. "How are you holding up?"

The week before, Brittany had gotten an offer to go to a prestigious dance school somewhere in LA. Of course, she jumped at the chance. Santana had encouraged the move. Her being afraid of accepting who she was had been driving a wedge between them, and she didn't want to hinder the blonde anymore than she already had. Despite the image she portrayed to the rest of the school, she was actually a rational human being, most of the time.

Rachel was worried, she had never known Santana to be this quiet for this long before, "You know, I meant what I said earlier. You aren't that bad of a person. If you want to talk about this, we can."

"It's fine. It still kind of hurts, but I lost Brit long before she moved away." Santana discretely wiped at her eyes, "Hey, at least our story isn't so much of a lie now."

"Come on, let's get out of this...place, before something attacks us." Rachel's eyes had since adjusted and she scanned the area, glancing at the mops and turned over buckets warily.

"Thank you, Rachel."

"No worries. And hey you called me Rachel."

"Whatever."

Santana checked to see if the coast was clear before dragging Rachel into the hallway. As soon as the door was shut, Puck had just turned the corner. He leered at Rachel and the ex Cheerio, the former looking extremely guilty.

"Hot." He winked and continued on his way to football practice.

Santana just shrugged at a freaked out looking Rachel. "It can't hurt, can it?"

A/N: So? How am I doing? Again, if there is anything you've wanted to see in a Glee fan fic, let me know. It'll be a challenge, and I do so love a good challenge.