Taking a deep breath Santana pushed off the bathroom door, rubbing her shoulder and headed toward the ice box. She doesn't know why she panicked and acted like a clumsy fool after helping Rachel to the bathroom. Santana had been around plenty of beautiful women before, she lives off the grid not in complete seclusion. Hell, her neighbor ten miles south on the main road is a beautiful woman and she doesn't make Santana act like this. There is just something about Rachel that intrigues Santana's interest.

Opening the ice box, Santana pulls out the Tupperware container filled with leftovers from dinner earlier. She really hopes Rachel isn't one of those people who cringes at the thought of eating venison, maybe she wont tell her what kind of meat it is. Santana heads to the stove, grabbing a pan on the way so that she can start to heat up the leftovers. The meat was just starting to get hot when she hears Rachel call out for her, lowering the heat on the stove, Santana makes her way down the hall and to the bathroom door.

"Yeah, what is it?"

"Uh, your toilet...what do I do?" Rachel asks. She can't believe she can't figure out how to work a toilet, but there's no handle and apparently no water either.

Santana can't help but laugh, "Do you see the wooden box that looks like a water tank? Lift that lid, the box is filled with saw dust, get a full scoop and sprinkle it inside of the toilet."

Okay that was easy enough, Rachel turns around in the bathroom really looking at it since she came in here, it's all wood which is the norm for a cabin bathroom, a very nice shower an old fashioned pitcher and bowl sink with a beautiful cabinet. Rachel studies herself in the mirror, her face is really red and chapped, she knows how lucky she is that she doesn't have a serious case of frostbite. She turns towards the door opening it and she huffs in mild annoyance at Santana standing there biting her lip in an effort to not bust out laughing at Rachel.

Santana doesn't say anything, she just reaches out her hand as an offering to Rachel, the woman is still moving slow and probably needs help getting back to the kitchen.

"Come, sit down while I finish heating you up some dinner."

Rachel obediently grabs Santana's hand and follows her into the kitchen where she is seated at the island in the middle of the kitchen. Propping her head in her hands, Rachel watches Santana move about the kitchen getting a plate and silverware for the food.

"That smells and looks delicious," Rachel stares dreamily down at the plate placed before her. It feels like it has been forever since she had a proper meal.

"Do you want something different to drink or would you rather me go get your coffee?"

"I'll finish my coffee, you don't have to go get it though, I can go." Rachel starts to get up but she is stopped by Santana.

"No, I could go get it three times before you could make it halfway once, just eat."

Well, that's an exaggeration but Rachel isn't going to complain, she really is starving. Picking up her fork, Rachel lets out a loud moan at the food, it tastes better than she thought it would. She knows this isn't beef or chicken and she has a slight suspicion it's deer, because really Santana lives in a cabin, in the middle of the woods, of course she is going to have some form of wild animal tucked away. Rachel looks up when Santana comes back into the kitchen with her coffee and smiles gratefully when she sets the cup down. Rachel takes a sip of the warm liquid and continues eating, she can't explain how thankful she is that she found Santana.

Santana is nervous, she needs to get some answers from Rachel but she really doesn't know how to start this conversation. She drums her fingers along the other side of the island across from Rachel. "So..first off, where did you come from?"

Rachel stops with the fork lifted towards her mouth, she knew Santana would want some answers soon but all she can provide is what she knows. "I actually am from New York City, but I don't know about getting out here, the last thing I remember is talking to a guy at a club, he offered a drink I said no, things get fuzzy; go blank and then I am waking up underneath a rock overhang, dressed in these clothes. So I ran and eventually ended up here." Wow, did she really have to say it all in one breath, at least everything she knows is out there now and hopefully things will start coming back to her.

"Okay, when did you go out to the club?"

"Friday evening."

"Wow, so you've been out there for two days because it's Monday."

Rachel's' fork clattered against the plate, two days in the woods and at least a day that she has no clue what the hell happened to her. Rachel was speechless, she thought things like this only happened in movies. It makes her nauseous to think about the fact that there is a time frame that is just completely blank.

"I can tell by the look on your face, that that was a bitter pill to swallow, so no more questions tonight. I'm going to run upstairs and get you some clean pajamas and stuff. We can figure things out in the morning after I have slept some because this is just odd for me too. You can take a shower when you finish eating and then I can doctor you up and we can sleep."

Rachel sat in silence as Santana promptly left the kitchen and headed upstairs. She searched through her chest drawers pulling out some lounge pants and a long sleeve shirt, she knew Rachel could easily still catch a chill tonight especially when the fire burned down to glowing embers. She needed underwear, it was weird for other people to wear someones underwear. She was about to give up when she remembered that there was some storage in the downstairs bedroom closet. Santana had ordered some basic undergarments that had been too small and she hadn't bothered to get around to sending them back yet. They should fit Rachel.

When Santana returned downstairs on her way to the second bedroom she was glad to see that Rachel had finished her dinner and wasn't in the kitchen. Santana smiled to herself, thankful the girl had done as she was told instead of putting up an argument about imposing or being a burden. She found the box of items in the closet with ease and headed back toward the bathroom to place the items in front of the door.

"Rachel, I laid some stuff out here for you to put on, it's all clean and the underwear is new so don't worry. I'll wait in the kitchen for you with the first aid kit."

Rachel placed her clothes in the laundry basket and waited for the water to heat up, a hot shower was going to feel glorious and ease the ache that had set in her muscles. Her knees where scraped pretty bad and the knowledge that sleep was soon coming again couldn't be a better feeling. She still didn't know where she was exactly, but for some reason she trusted Santana, she felt safe here and she felt guilty for her prejudgment of people who lived in the woods, Santana seemed normal enough. Just a woman and her dog who got fed up with society and decided that she wanted to live a simpler life without the hustle and bustle of the city and the dependency on technology.

She finished up her shower rather quickly when she heard Santana outside the door. Grabbing her towel she had found in the bathroom closet, Rachel opened the door and looked down to find a neat little pile of pajamas and a toothbrush waiting for her. She bent over and picked them up laying them on the sink to inspect the items, they looked super comfy.

After getting dressed and brushing her teeth, Rachel headed back out into the kitchen where she found Santana sitting at the island and sorting through a first aid kit, Dax laying dutifully next to her feet. She looked up when she felt a presence enter the room and smiled at Rachel as she stood up and motioned for her to take the seat.

"Let me see how bad your knees are," Santana instructed as Rachel sat down and began to pull up her pants legs. "Yeah, those are gnarly and could definetly get infected. How did this happen?

"I 'ell dow' an embankment." Rachel mumbled not proud in the least about her tumble.

"You fell down an embankment?" Rachel nodded and sighed. "That's rough, but it's okay it happens sometimes. This will only burn a little, you know those famous last words before it burns like a bitch?" Rachel held her breath and prepared to squall out when she felt her knees tingling. Really?! Santana had tricked her into thinking it was going to burn like crazy. She looked down at Santana laughing and swung her foot out.

"Hey, watch it. You looked like you were going to scream bloody murder." Santana couldn't contain herself, it was too funny Rachel had look so pained and then so surprised when she didn't feel much of anything. Dax just looked confused, why was his master practically rolling around on the floor laughing like that, he didn't see anything funny. This new person was making his master act weird. After getting herself under control Santana finished patching up Rachel's knees and then her hands and last she needed to get some cream on Rachel's face.

Just go for it, Santana told herself. She squeezed some cream onto her right palm and cupped Rachel's cheek with her left hand. Slowly applying the cream to the reddest spots, she didn't think she was breathing, was Rachel not breathing too? She didn't know but someone was going to pass out soon if no one started breathing. Was she leaning in? She couldn't be leaning in, this random woman who had shown up on her doorstep almost frozen to death had some kind of magnetic pull on her. Rachel must have been thinking the same thing, but came to her senses when she felt Dax thump his tail against her foot, easily breaking the trance between the two women.

Santana took a step back and looked at her handy work on Rachel's face, there was still odd blotches of cream. "You just uh, fin...finish rubbing it in and it keeps your skin from drying out more."

Rachel looked down, blushing as she brought her hands to her cheeks and proceeded to rub in the rest of the cream. This was so surreal, maybe Rachel had been trapped in a fairy tale of some sorts. You don't just come into someones house after they rescue you noless and then proceed to lean in for a kiss when she is trying to bandage you up. It's not natural in Rachel's opinion at least.

Santana was standing in front of Rachel shifting back and forth from one foot to another. She looked up at Rachel and back down trying to hide her blush, she doesn't blush! What is this sort of blasphemy?! "Do you want to stay on the couch close to the fire or do you want to sleep in the bedroom?"

"Bed..bedroom?" Rachel looked puzzled, was Santana offering her bed to Rachel? She really couldn't impose like that.

"Yeah, there is a second bedroom through that door on the left of the fireplace, there's a nice bed in there, super comfy."

That sounded better, Rachel could take sleeping in a different bed as long as Santana wasn't put out of hers. Rachel nodded her head and followed Santana out of the kitchen, grabbing the extra blankets off the couch. "I have plenty of blankets in the loft where I sleep, so you can add these to the bed if you get cold when the fire burns down, it shouldn't get really cold in here, but just to be on the safe side." Santana turned to leave but she stopped when she felt a hand on her wrist, she turned and looked at Rachel.

"Thank you," Rachel whispered. She really didn't know how else to say it. Santana had done so much for her in the last few hours that she was so full of appreciation.

"You're welcome," Santana smiled and squeezed Rachel's hand as she went to exit the room. She turned again at the doorway looking back in at Rachel. "Goodnight, I will see you when it's light out again."

"Goodnight Santana." Rachel responded in kind. Both women fell asleep within minutes of hitting the beds, morning would come soon enough and the whole situation would have to be evaluated. But for now, they both were content to sleep, knowing the other was close by.