It's now 2 weeks before the NYADA Social. Neither Santana nor Rachel have a date yet, not that either of them have really been looking for one. They both decided to go out to their favorite bar for some on the site women pick-up training.

"What about that one? She looks nice." Rachel said, pointing to a girl near the bar.

"The one doing the body shot off the bartender or her friend sitting there watching it all happen?"

"The friend."

"Then no."

Rachel scoffed and laughed lightly. "Sorry she's too boring for you."

"How about you tell me what you want in a relationship with a woman? I've never seen you with one yet you claim to be an expert at what they are looking for."

"Well, I want what any woman would want in a relationship."

"Ah," Santana moved her hands to cup her own breasts, "nice tits."

"Oh shut up! No! Well….yes…But besides that. Someone who treats me well and gets me. Loyal, caring, playful, nice hair…"

"Do you want a girlfriend or a dog?"

"Oh please. Like a dog would appreciate my nice tits."

Santana laughed and then bought another round of drinks for her and Rachel.

Santana downed her last drink. "Okay, I am going to go and talk to that girl with the nice ass by the pool table."

"You want to go talk to a girl now that you've had 6 drinks? Are you sure that's wise?"

"Hey, I saw nothing about not being drunk in any of your slides. I'll be right back. Or maybe I wont be back. I might come home tomorrow all married and I'll be Mrs. Santana Nice Ass."

Rachel nodded knowing there is no way this could end well. "Have it your way, future Mrs. Nice Ass. You might want to actually learn her real name. Just a tip. Good luck."

Santana strides over to 'nice ass' and introduces herself.

"Hi. I'm Santana," she said smiling at the girl.

The girl smiled back at her. "Natalie."

"Hi, Natalie. Nat a lie. Naat a lieehee. That name is funny."

Rachel couldn't help but put her hand over her mouth. She couldn't believe what is happening right before her eyes.

Natalie is appearing a bit frustrated right now. "Can I help you with something?"

"Yes! I just wanted to say those jeans are very becoming on you. But if I was on you I'd be coming too."

The girl was completely shocked. "Oh my god! I don't even know you!" Then Rachel ran up to pull Santana away from her.

"I am so sorry about my friend. She really isn't supposed to be around other people."

They left the bar and went back to their apartment. They flopped down on the couch and Rachel handed Santana a bottle of water.

"If I was on you I'd be coming too?"

"Oh come on, that line is classic! Like you wouldn't have been flattered."

"I don't know if flattered is the right word but I probably would have found your boldness rather amusing, albeit inappropriate."

"It's a bar on a Saturday night. If girls are looking for appropriate they came to the wrong place."

"You do have a point. For future reference, the next time you go out girl hunting I printed out my presentation and bound it together for you. Kind of like a dating manual."

"Thank god. We're out of toilet paper."

Rachel was a little hurt by the comment. "I worked hard on this for you. I really just want you to be happy and I want someone to see how sweet you really can be."

"You think I can be sweet?"

"Of course! Sure not all the time. You criticize far more than you compliment. But you never bring meat into this apartment because you know I'm against it even though you're not vegan and I never once told you that you couldn't. You'll sit on the couch with me on weekends and watch musicals even though I know you're rather be watching some gory horror film. When I have a bad day you pull out the non-dairy ice cream from the freezer and ask me whose ass you have to kick. You have your own little Santana way of being really sweet and I think you should show that side to people more often."

"Aww, look at you being all sentimental."

Rachel blushed and Santana got up and gave her a quick hug and kissed her on the cheek

"I'm sorry. I'm going to go to bed and in the morning I'll thumb through your stupid manual. Night."

"Goodnight"

"We're not really out of toilet paper, by the way."

Rachel smiled and then she heard Santana's bedroom door close. She brushed her fingertips lightly over her cheek where Santana had kissed her. She sighed to herself thinking maybe Kurt was right. She hates it when he's right.

Several days went by and not much has changed. The NYADA social is tomorrow night. The last girl Santana went out with she told her she was semi-cute for a freakishly tall girl. At this point Rachel cant help but think Santana is being rude on purpose. She doesn't understand why she can be so kind and patient with her, most of the time anyway, and then be a complete terror to women she dates. Rachel feels bad about this but there is a part of her that is glad Santana keeps striking out. She has some feelings for the girl even though she will never admit it to her. Kurt has already given her the 'I told you so' dance and asked what she plans on doing about it. The answer to that is nothing. Santana has never given any real indication that the feelings are mutual. They are friends and roommates so Rachel feels it's best to not make things awkward. But now it's the day before the social and neither of them have a date so she figured they'd go stag. At least that's what she thought before Santana came home from the coffee shop.

"Hey, I got you that soy latte crap you like." Santana handed the cup over to Rachel with a huge smile on her face.

"Thanks. You're in a good mood."

"I am! I, Satan Lucifer, have found a date to the social."