Disclaimer: I still don't own glee, but if I ever do, I'll be sure to let you all know first. I'm glad so many people have read this, I didn't think anyone would like it. I appreciate that you've stuck around thus far though. So, let me know what you think?

Italics = Rachel's thoughts. Although, I'm sure you know that.

Rachel's POV:

I can't say that I was expecting Santana Lopez of all people to be standing here right now, hugging me. Not that I thought she was incapable of showing such an emotion. I had just readily assumed that she wouldn't be sharing it with someone like me. Yet, the moment her arms wrapped around my waist I couldn't seem to remember how to breathe (probably from the initial shock). But when she pulled me closer to her, and the smell of her Coconut shampoo made its way into my senses, I greedily returned her hug pulling her tighter against myself. Once she pulled away, the loss of contact had been thoroughly disappointing. It was just nice to be embraced by someone other than my dad's, (not that I mind of course) even if the person hugging me was Santana Lopez… Goodness her arms feel so-

My thoughts, albeit somewhat inappropriate for the current situation were cut off when Santana abruptly pulled away from the hug.

I could tell that she wasn't feeling particularly happy when I noticed the familiar frown I constantly seem to see on her face. When I turned her towards me and saw the pure vulnerability emitting from her, I had to catch my breath. It was beautiful (shocking, but beautiful). I had to say something to break the tension after she said that she would still help me achieve my deserved high school popularity.

"Thank you Santana, I highly appreciate that you're still willing to help me achieve my desire for becoming more popular during this last year of my high school experience. I'm sure I would have eventually figured out a way to increase my popularity before the end of the school year, but with your help my goal is just that much closer to happening. It really is enthralling."

I'm pretty sure I got that out without taking as so much as one breath, but I was desperate to change the mood of the atmosphere.

"Lesson one Berry: Never, and I mean never, talk that much to anyone at school. I seriously just considered throwing you out of the window halfway through that speech"

Glad to see that the Latina was no longer frowning; Rachel smiled and looked up at Santana as if she were perplexed.

"Then just like that, the sweet Santana from a moment ago is gone."

The smirk that crept its way on the Latinas face made the smaller brunette smile, knowing that she had said something to do with the playful mood the Latina was in made her smile. That is, until the next comment made its way from Santana's mouth,

"Oh Berry, the only sweet thing about me you wouldn't be the least bit interested in. I mean, you did say you're not interested in women right?"

Oh gosh, how could I possibly respond to that? Maybe our hug gave Santana the wrong idea about me. I-I couldn't possibly be interested in engaging a relationship with another woman, even if her hair smelled like coconuts (which happens to be my absolute favorite smell). NO! Oh god, I have to respond before she thinks I'm even considering anything more than a mutual friendship.

"S-Santana, your sexual innuendos are highly inappropriate and very highly unnecessary. I am in fact not interested in women, I-I did say so previously didn't I?" Rachel looked away as her blush turned into an even darker shade of red as she walked past Santana up the stairs. "At any rate, shouldn't we be in your room since I am here about my wardrobe."

Great! I had to go and stutter. She's probably judging my intellectual capabilities. I'm not generally so bad at correctly putting my sentences together but the way Santana was looking at me may have made me slightly falter with my words. Maybe she didn't realize. Maybe she didn't catch anything. Yes, let's go with that! She didn't realize.

"Whoa there Stutters Lite, who knew that Rachel Berry wanted to be in my bedroom so bad?" she asked as she strutted up the stairs nudging the smaller girl with her shoulder.

Well so much for that theory. Wait! Her bedroom? Why would she assume I've wanted to be inside of her relationship before toda-

The brunette was pulled out of her thoughts when realization of what the Latina was referring to sunk in.

"You're incorrigible Santana. Just, show me to your room!" the brunette huffed.

As soon as the pair entered Santana's room, the Latina went straight to her closet which in Rachel's opinion looked more like a separate bedroom. How someone could own so many clothes baffled her.

"Alright Yentl, pick out an outfit, and put it on. I want to see if you actually have it in you to dress yourself like you're not in first grade anymore. Oh, and before you ask, no, there aren't any tap shoes in here, so don't ask" the Latina stated as she pushed the diva towards her closet and made her way to the bedroom door.

"I'll be downstairs. Come down once you think that whatever outfit you put on doesn't resemble an Israeli Pippi Longstocking."

Rachel scoffed as the Latina left the bedroom and she rolled her eyes at yet another insult. The diva sifted her way around Santana's closet trying to find something the Latina would deem as appropriate and after 15 minutes she finally found an outfit she liked. She pulled out a white button down shirt and a black blazer and found a matching pair of black skinny jeans. The insults about her being short made no sense once she realized that the Latina wore the same exact jean size as herself.

Quickly, hoping not to keep the Latina down stairs waiting too long, Rachel grabbed the clothes and placed them neatly on the end of Santana's bed so she could change out of her outfit.

As soon as the brunette managed to pull off and step out of her jeans the Latina barged into the bedroom with her cell phone in hand.

"Look Berry! Puck invited me to a party and told me to invite people, and I guess this would be a good time to get people to know that you're not completely annoying, or whatever." The Latina paused as she eyed Rachel's appearance. Realizing that she was looking at a very, under-dressed Rachel's lower half, she peeled her eyes away and turned around.

"There is a bathroom right over there you know?" Santana pointed to the door on the right of her closet, still trying to recover from the sudden arousal that hit her when she saw a half naked Rachel Berry.

The diva scoffed trying to mask the insecurities threatening to show on her face and responded. "Well maybe if you would have mentioned that beforehand, we wouldn't be in this very situation Santana." She slid on the jeans that were laid out on Santana's bed and quickly changed into the shirt and blazer as well.

"Alright, you can turn around." The diva said shyly, hoping the Latina would approve of the outfit she picked out. If not, she hopped that she wouldn't belittle her too much about it.

Santana slowly turned around and Rachel could have sworn that the Latina looked a bit…Flustered. She however decided that she would just drop it and wait for the inevitable response.

The Latina eyed the brunette slowly up and down, her jaw slightly clinched.

"Well, congratulations. Normally you dress like a fantasy of a perverted Japanese business man with a very dark specific fetish but I actually dig this look. Yay." Santana smirked, and clapped her hands together, giving the diva another once-over.

"Um, thank you? For that almost compliment. I think? Whatever the case, I enjoy this ensemble, and it appears to be something that shall be permissible to wear to a party, which is happening tonight I presume?" the diva asked nervously.

"Chillax Berry. Yes, the party is tonight. No, you will not be going to this party if you continue to use words like 'permissible'. So, I'm digging the outfit that you're wearing and you should just go ahead and wear that tonight. The party starts at 10, so we'll be there around 11."

"Santana! There is no way I'm going to be able to get my dad's to agree to let me go to a high school party in which I'm sure will have copious amounts of alcohol."

"Jesus Berry, do your dad's have some kind of GPS tracker in the back of your head that lets them know where you are at all times? Just tell them you're staying the night at my house."

"Yes, of course! I'm sure they won't be suspicious about me staying the night as a girls house that has gone out of her way to bully me endlessly the past 3 years."

The Latina sighed, realizing that she probably should have been nicer to the diva standing in front of her. She didn't make trying easy though.

"Well, just tell them you're staying with Kurt, or whatever. I'm pretty sure that they think the only thing bad that could happen at Kurt's house is that you run out of pink nail polish or end up being a minute late for your daily night time facial routine."

Oh god! How did she know about my night time facial routine?

Almost as if on queue the Latina says, "We had to spend the night together in a hotel before you blew nationals, and kissed that overgrown whale on stage, so I know about the ridiculously annoying routine."

Rachel huffed and sat down on the edge of the Latina's bed.

"Okay, I'll tell them I'm staying over at Kurt's. Although I can't say I'm not a fan of lying to my fathers. I asked you to make me popular, and that's exactly what you're trying to do. So furthermore, I will comply with whatever you want me to do."

"Wanky."

Rachel shook her head and abruptly stood up.

"Okay Santana, I'm going to be on my way home now. I must talk my plans to spend the night at Kurt's over with my father. I suppose I will meet you at Puck's residence at 11. Thank you for letting me borrow your outfit Santana, it's quite lovely." The diva looked over at the Latina keeping eye contact for an unusually longer amount of time than she normally would.

"Cool beans Berry. Sounds like a date."

A date? Was this a date? Why does it feel like this is going to be a date? Oh I definitely need to get home and clear my head. This day has been, unrealistic to say the least.

The diva walked up to the Latina and gave her a quick hug before turning to leave the bedroom and walk down the stairs. Once the diva was inside of her car on the way home she went over the details of her day.

Was Santana, flirting with me? I could have sworn she was flirting with me. I assumed she was because her persona was somewhat similar to the way Finn would act when he was around me. I can't say I enjoy when Finn flirts with me much anymore. Of course I once thought I was head over heels in love with Finn, but I didn't realize that wasn't the case until the beginning of the year. I was in love with the idea of his popularity and status at school. I was hoping that I would become "popular by association", which obviously wasn't the case ergo the slushies I still managed to receive after we started dating. Not to say that I didn't feel terrible about staying with Finn when I could tell that he genuinely cared for me, I ended things as soon as I realized that I wasn't truly in love with him. Plus the rumors that he spread about sleeping with me were the last straw. I pride myself in having spectacular self control on my, sexual desires. Finn though, was never anything close to being a sexual desire of mine, although he tried to be on numerous occasions. Today Santana made me feel different, a feeling that I can't say I'm familiar with. I've always of course found her to be the most beautiful girl at our school. Quinn was beautiful as well, but Santana?... Santana didn't seem to have a care in the world and she also didn't care what people thought about her, good or bad. I really admired that about her. Today I felt more than just my usual admiration; I felt as though I was, attracted to Santana Lopez. There was no need in lying to myself. I suppose I've known that I have really been attracted to the Latina for quite a while. Though when I saw that utter look of pure vulnerability and when Santana still agreed to help me achieve high school popularity, even though I told her she didn't have to, I realized… I realized that I was in trouble. This party tonight was surely going to be taxing. At least Santana would be there though… Be there with me.

Authors Note: Next chapter is the party. Don't worry, it's definitely going to be rated M. I can hardly contain my evil laughter.