Thanks for the all the reviews guys! This is my first fanfic so they really do mean a lot. (The emails I get saying someone wants an alert when I update are good too :) So thanks for those) I read through it to fix some things, but after a while it just kind of blurs together, know what I mean? So if you see something that could be improved, just let me know :)


After the slushy debacle, the rest of Rachel's day was rather uneventful. The classes on the first day back to school were always spent talking about what everyone did over the summer. So really, why not just start the year a day later and spare everyone the monotony? Not that Rachel didn't enjoy talking about herself, she did. She just didn't care to know about all the "kickass" parties her classmates had not invited her to over the summer. And she was sure they felt the same about her own vacation and all the musicals she had attended.

So when lunchtime rolled around, the diva was grateful to be able to sit with her glee club friends. They appreciated the fine art of music. At least Kurt and Mercedes did. Everyone else would at least pretend to be to interested in Rachel's stories for a minute or so, but eventually their eyes would glaze over. The only members of the glee club not present were Santana, Finn, and Quinn. Santana and Quinn still sat with the cheerleaders and jocks. Finn was always changing tables; depending on what girl he was going after that week. He was sitting near Quinn today.

"So tell me again, why you're wearing Satan's shirt?" Kurt asked her. The rest of the table looked up in interest. Rachel huffed in response. She was in the middle of a speech on what the glee club should be focusing on this year. That should have been more important than whatever gossip Kurt thought he could get out of such a miniscule event.

"I already told you and I really don't want to relive it again. I got slushied. It was terrible, just like every other time it's happened. Brittany brought me this shirt. It was the only extra she had. End of story." Rachel said.

"Yep." Brittany smiled from her spot next to Artie. "And it looks great on you Rach. Much better than the argyle sweater from before." Everyone laughed and went back to their previous conversations.

Rachel pretended to listen to Kurt and Mercedes jabber about who had hooked up or broken up over the summer, but she was deep in thought. Was that really the end of the story? She had never seen the nice side of Santana until today.

"Rachel, watch out." Interrupted her thoughts. The diva flinched down in her seat out of habit, expecting a cold slushy to hit her.


Santana was at her own lunch table, surrounded by a sea of cheerleading uniforms and letterman jackets. The Latina picked at her salad as everyone else talked. She didn't pretend to care about what was going on around her.

"I can't believe you let the dwarf wear your shirt." Quinn said to her. "Her broad shoulders will stretch it out, you know."

"I didn't let her do anything. Brittany did. And what do I care, it's just an old t-shirt." She looked over at Rachel talking to Brittany. There was no way Rachel was going to stretch out her shirt. If anything, it was slightly lose around her shoulders. And she missed sitting with Brit. Their table was probably a lot less lame than the one she was currently at, even with Stubbles blocking the aisle with his ugly chair.

"Well I'm embarrassed for you. Everyone can see that it's your shirt. What are they gonna think?"

"That she was digging in my trash? I don't give a shit, ok?"

"No. Why did Brittany used to wear your shirts? Because she spent the night with you. And that's what people will think now." Quinn hissed.

"Well Brittany's not wearing my shirts anymore." Santana snapped. "And maybe that's just where your mind went to. Something you need to talk about Quinn? Been having some Berry centered fantasies?" The Latina questioned with a smirk.

Quinn went red. "What? No. That's disgusting."

"The lady doth protest too much and all that shit." Quinn opened her mouth to reply, but the Latina was looking murderously across the room. "Oh hell no." She said and was off, leaving Quinn to stare angrily at the empty seat where the Latina had been sitting


Rachel was hunched over in her seat expecting another artificially colored ice bath, but nothing came.

"Watch where your going, caveman." Rachel heard a familiar voice behind her. "I should kick you where the sun don't shine. Look at my shoes, they're ruined."

"Whoa, chill Lopez. You came out of nowhere. I was just going to…" Rachel also recognized the voice of Azimio, the hulking football player who had caused a great deal of misfortune to befall her.

"I'll tell you what you're gonna do. You're gonna turn around and leave. Now."

"Hey, you ran into me."

"And if I ever see you so much as holding a slushy again, I will call the worst slushy attack that this school has ever seen on you." Santana continued as if she hadn't been interrupted. "You clearly can't handle the power."

"You're such a bitch."

"Yay, Santana." Brittany said, clapping, which snapped Rachel out of her daze. She turned around to see the football player kicking a table where the chess team was gathered as he walked away.


The Latina turned around with a smirk on her face. "Hey Britt." The whole table was staring at her in confusion. Except for two people. Brittany had a huge smile on her face, while Rachel was looking up at her adoringly.

"Thank you very much for your assistance, once again, Santana." The diva said.

"What? No. He ran into me. I was just minding my own business."

"Oh. Well then, may I ask what brought you to our neck of the woods, figuratively speaking?"

"I was just… You know… Looking for a trashcan." The Latina's face brightened at the end of the sentence.

"I see." Rachel smiled knowingly. "Well it seems you've forgotten your trash."

"Oh, yeah." Santana looked down blankly into her empty hands. "I guess you're right."

"Don't be shy, Sanny. You were rescuing Rachel from the slushy! I saw you coming." Brittany said, her smile getting bigger.

"Girl, you were booking it over here pretty fast." Mercedes spoke up. Santana's cheeks turned red.

"It's true," said Kurt.

"Ok, so what?" Santana snapped. "She's wearing my shirt. I can't be having a slushy stained shirt. It's embarrassing. Plus, it's my favorite."

"Well then I appreciate you letting me wear your favorite shirt." Rachel said.

"Uh. Thank Brittany for that, not me. Now excuse me, but I need to go make these shoes presentable."


"What was that about?" Puck exclaimed once the Latina was out of sight. Lauren shook her head next to him.

"She's lying, Rach." Brittany whispered to the diva. "We have a ton of those shirts from being on the Cheerios. Santana doesn't care about them."

"Well fellow glee clubbers, I must be going. I have to make a quick stop before my next class." Rachel said after hearing Brittany's information.

"Stupid slushy. Stupid shoes. Stupid girl." Rachel heard the Latina's ranting as soon as she stepped into the bathroom. "Out." Santana yelled when she heard the door close. "Oh it's you."

"We really must stop meeting like this."

"What do you want?"

"I just thought I should return this morning's favor. It was me that you were saving. I mean you're shirt," the diva hastily corrected, when Santana looked like she was going to argue. "But I benefited all the same."

"Well, I'm glad that you benefited too. My shoes sure as hell didn't."

"Sit down." Rachel pointed to the sink. The Latina hopped up without arguing. "You know, people will only like you more when they find out you have a sweet side." Rachel said softly.

"Santana Lopez is not sweet."

"That's not what I've seen today." The diva said. "You're just a big ol' softy." The Latina scoffed. "Scoff all you want, but it won't change what I think."

"What do you think?" Rachel heard the uncertainty in Santana's voice. "I mean I've always been a total bitch to you. And your friends."

"Yeah, it's true. You have." The Latina tried to stand up but Rachel forced her back down on the sink. "Do you remember that first year in glee club, at regionals? You said that glee club was your favorite part of the day." She grabbed the Latina's hand. "For some reason that always stuck with me. I knew there was more to you than meets the eye." The diva began tracing the lines on Santana's palm. "Clearly your mind is in the right place if you recognize the greatness that is glee." Rachel laughed and Santana released the breath that she had been holding.

"It is my favorite part of the day."

"Why?"

"Well.." The bell for class interrupted the Latina's thought and Rachel dropped her hand.

The diva had a brief internal battle. "I want to hear the rest of this, I really do. But I have never been late for a class and I can't start now. Promise me you'll finish later?"

"Sure. Whatever."

"Great." Rachel smiled, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed the other girl's cheek. Then she quickly turned around to leave, her own cheeks very red.

"I wasn't thinking about the shirt when I pushed Azimio." The Latina was looking at the ground, rather dazed. Her hand was touching her cheek.

"I know." Then the bathroom door closed and Santana was left alone with her thoughts.