Chapter 4: Try

Rachel woke up with a start. Someone was shaking her. She rubbed her eyes and took a second or two to realize that she was at Santana's house. It took another second to realize that Santana was waking her up.

"Santana?" Rachel said asa she sat up, "What's wrong?"

Santana stood there and looked down, "I, um, had a nightmare and I was wondering if I could lay with you?" Santana scuffed her foot on the floor and Rachel couldn't help but think it was the most innocent gesture she has ever seen someone do, especially Santana.

What Rachel didn't know was that for the last two months, Santana had been having the same nightmare over and over. Brittany would usually hold her, but then Santana stopped existing and had to deal with her nightmares alone. It usually started as someone standing at the end of a coorider and the latina running after that person. After a while, she would get tired and end up encompassed in black. She would try to scream, to move, to do anything, but nothing worked. Her eyes would search for someone, but there wouldn't be anyone. She then would hear a taunting voice in her head telling her that she would always be alone. At that point, Santana would wake up.

Rachel moved over and aloud the taller brunette to slide in with her. Santana turned on her side, not facing Rachel. She was too embarrassed to face her. Rachel moved close to Santana and put her arm around the latina.

"Thanks, Rachel," Santana whispered.

Rachel just nodded.

The alarm clocked blared with rock music.

Santana jumped up and would have flailed her arms out, except, she was attatched to something. So, instead, Santana and that something toppled onto the floor. Santana's fall was coushoned by whatever she was entangled with. It took a minute for her to realize that, that someing was actually Rachel, whose face was buried in Santana's shoulder.

"Santana," Rachel's muffled voice came below her, "why the hell would you set your alarm clock? Oh, and I would appriciate it if you would kindly remove your body from mine."

Santana pushes her arms off of the ground and was about to get up, but then looked at Rachel. The smaller brunettes face was flushed and Santana had the strange urge to kiss her, but Rachel blushed and looked away and the spell was broken. The latina then tried to remove her legs but they were entangled with Rachel's. Santana tried shifting her legs but ended up loosing her girp and falling back on top of Rachel.

"Umm, you're going to have to get your legs off of mine before I can get off of you or we are going to be like this for a long time," Santana said, but not with her usual malice.

Rachel made a squeaking noise and that's when Santana realised that she had her knee pushed up... well... you know where. Santana tried removing her leg but ended up getting both of their legs sort of... puched into their sexes. They both groaned simultaniously and stopped. They stared at each other and jumped up.

"Sorry," Santana whispered, feeling ashamed.

"For what?" Rachel asked, perplexed.

"Well, for, you know!" Santana could feel her face getting hotter.

Rachel grinned, "No, I think you are going to have to elaborate."

"You know what i'm talking about! Don't mess with me Berry!"

"Santana, you do know that if you come to Christmas dinner with me, you're going to have to call me something other than Berry, since there will be over ten "Berry's" there. We may get confused and I'm sure that they wouldn't appriciate it if you did a Berry 1, 2 ,3. Plus, I think that my parents would give you stern looks. Not to mention my grandparents. Ugh, you should have seen it. One time, Fin made the mistake of calling everybody by their first names without their permission and he left early. Not to mention when Jesse called everyone by our last names, including me, and he was sent home early because my parents thought it was rude. So you can call me Rachel and everybody else by their last name unless you are given permission to. Don't invite yourself into a conversation unless asked to join-"

"Berry..."

"Oh! And don't drink my aunts eggnog because one time-"

"Berry."

"But then again, the lamb did have eyes and that's why I have dedicated myself to-"

"RACHEL!"

Rachel closed her mouth and looked at Santana.

"Look, Christmas, it's two weeks away. So please, come back into bed with me because it is four AM in the fucking morning. My alarm must have went off at this ungodly hour because it is broken. Now let's just... sleep... please." Santana held open the cover for Rachel to crawl into. Rwhen they were both settled, they cuddled up against eachother.

"Goodnight Rachel."

"Goodnight Santana."

AN1: HEY GUYS THIS IS JUST SORT OF A FILLER CHAPTER. I KNOW I HAVEN'T POSTED IN A LONG TIME BUT I JUST WANTED TO GIVE YOU GUYS SOMETHING.

AN2: I AM VERY SORRY FOR NOT POSTING A SECOND CHAPTER, I JUST GOT TO A POINT WHERE I HAD BRAIN FART.

AN3: IF YOU ARE WONDERING ABOUT 'HEAL' I WILL BE POSTING ANOTHER CHAPTER TOMARROW.

AN4: THE NEXT CHAPTER IS GOING TO BE PRETTY BRUTAL SO I WOULD SKIP IT IF YOU DON'T LIKE TO READ THAT STUFF, BUT IT DOES HAVE SOME MAJOR PEZBERYY MOMENTS!

AN5: PLEASE EXCUSE ANY MISTAKES, I JUST WANTED TO GET THIS TO YOU GUYS AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE.

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN GLEE...