"And how do you do that again?" Santana staring at the paper in front of her.

"You just have to divide X by 2, times that by 47, add that to your previous answer and multiply the intervers." Tina smiled quickly doing the procedure to her own paper. "It's very simple Santana."

"How in the hell..." Santana stared at Tina's paper than back at hers. "Can you try explaining that so I can understand? Please? I never say please Tina! Please?" Santana begged looking over her chicken scratch. Tina sighed and leaned over to help her friend.

"So what's with Rachel?" Tina asked, taking Santana's paper. Santana looked at the goth confused.

"What about her?" Santana asked unsure.

"Your friends? I mean I see you walking and taking to her and stuff." Tina said her pink eraser clearing the latina's paper.

"Yeah we're friends, is that a problem?" Tina could tell she hit a nerve by Santana's voice.

"No, it isn't I mean I heard she's nice, from...we'll Someone told me she was nice once but Rachel isn't really...well I mean not a lot of people talk to her." Tina said clearing little pink spots off of Santana's paper. Santana had been in Lima for a week and over that week she'd learned her a few things: first was that Quinn Fabray = Bitch; second was that Tina Co-chang = friend (so far); and three Rachel Barbara Berry was defiantly the sweetest girl she'd ever met. And not just to her to everyone! The girls that made Rachel's life a living hell, Rachel smiled and asked them how they were feeling. The boys that called her names, she wished the good luck during their games. They were secretly seen as pure evil in Santana's mind at least. Alyson Mundial was a bitch and mainly to Rachel yet Rachel refused to tell the girl that every afternoon while she was at Cheerio practice Quinn was getting her mack on with the girl Alyson called Bordello. Santana couldn't help but think that if she was in the same position Alyson Mundial would have been balling like a bitch the first time she even thought about insulting her.

"She's nice to me, and..." Santana trailed off taking the paper from Tina.

"Oh my god!" Tina squeaked. "You like Rachel!" Santana's brow knitted.

"No I don't!" Tina had seen Santana possibly checking a blonde Cheerleader out and jumped the conclusion that Santana was gay. When Santana had failed to correct her Tina threw herself a little party.

"Oh my gosh, look at you turning all red!" Tina laughed.

"Oh whatever." Santana rolled her eyes looking away from her friend.

"So why not go for it!" Tina smiled. "I mean I don't know if Rachel's gay but her dads are so she's most likely pretty open to the idea! An she's totally single!" Tina began going off on how cool Santana could make Rachel something about She's All That and how Santana could make Rachel hot and dateable, than Rachel would find out and she'd hate her and than love her and they could film it and make millions. But Santana didn't really bother listening. Rachel had made up her mind, she was in love with Quinn, despite the horrible treatment, and the other girl. Tina keep going, on about their already made movie.

"No." Santana said stuffing her paper in her bag. "She likes someone else."

"Who?" Tina asked as Santana stood up.

"A bitch." Santana dead panned and headed for the door.

"Are you saying that cause Rachel likes them or cause they're really a bitch?" Tina asked in a sort of playful tone that reminded Santana of Tina's boy friend Mike.

"Cause they're the walking mother of Satan." Santana said as Tina stepped in front of her.

"Sooooo than, your friends with Rachel, tell her that they're horrible." Tina said like it was the answer to all of worlds problems.

"Can't." Santana said with a irritated look.

"Cause she's in love with them." Tina said not really asking. She thought for a moment slapping Santana's hand as the Latina tried to reach around her for the door knob twice. "Show her."

"Show her what?" Santana asked confused. "Show her that they're horrible." Tina smiled.

"Tina that's not going to do anything she already knows that they're horrible she's sees it everyday. She doesn't care!" Santana tried to stay calm but something inside of her just wanted to scream at the top of her lungs.

"Then show her what someone whose not horrible would do for her. Show her you."

(Okay I know short, and again not really and Pezberry I'm trying but it's weird writting it anyway I'll up date again soon I go on winter break Tuesday so I'll have lots of time!)