I wanted to post this chapter earlier but things just got in the way. Hope you like it. : )

"Lopez, come and get your girlfriend. Now!" She heard Puck yell over the phone. It was three in the morning on a Saturday and she was laying comfortable in her bed, sleeping, before her cell woke her up. Without a word, she got up and threw on the first clothes she found in her closet. In a matter of seconds, she was wide awake and on her way to Puck's house, who was having a party.

When he invited them, Rachel said that there is 'no way in hell' that she would be there, so Santana agreed to spend the night alone, even though her girlfriend said it was fine if she wanted to go without her. The Latina most definitely didn't expect this call when she fell asleep that night.

She parked her car outside Puck's house and hurriedly walked into the home, where the party was still going on. She didn't look for Rachel very long when the diva approached her.

"Hey honey!" Yes, definitely drunk. Santana noted to herself when Rachel kissed her. The kiss turned out to be much shorter than she expected, so when Rachel broke it off, she was surprised.

"How about we get you home, huh?" She tried, desperately searching for Puck to help her.

"I am having fun. Don't ruin it for me now!" The diva yelled, separating herself from the Latina and going to some guys who were playing beer pong.

With a sigh, Santana got to the living room, where Puck was making out with some cheerleader. She came closer to him and he immediately spotted her and let go of the girl that was in his lap.

"If you didn't come, she would totally be making out with some guy right now." He said, proud of himself for calling her. A smirk was still on his face when Santana's angry voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Help me get her to my car. She won't go." She said, walking out of the room, only to find Rachel in the same spot as earlier. Puck followed her closely.

"Come on, Rachel." Puck said, seeing that Santana did nothing to get her to move.

"I'm not going home! I want to have fun!" The diva said and looked sadly at her girlfriend. "Why won't you let me have fun? I don't want to be alone at my house."

Seeing her this sad almost broke Santana's heart, but she knew that she had to take her home before she did something they both would regret the next day. "Come on, baby."

But Rachel didn't want to come. She swore to her self that she would stay right where she was until Santana agreed to let her stay. It wasn't the first time she wanted something Santana didn't but usually, Santana would give in and let her have her way.

The diva saw her girlfriend whisper something to Puck and before she knew in she was over his shoulder, being carried outside of the house. When they got outside, Santana opened the back door of her car and Puck gently put Rachel in the car. After saying thanks to him, the Latina got in the car and immediately noticed that Rachel was pouting in the back but decided to ignore it and turned the car on. She was expecting Rachel to stay quiet but the diva had other plans.

"You are being a hypocrite. Why couldn't I stay at the party?" She just rambled on while Santana completely ignored her. Her talking stopped when she saw Santana pulling over at her house and getting out. "You aren't going to take me home?"

"I don't think your fathers would appreciate seeing you drunk in the middle of the night." She simply said as she held the door open for Rachel to come out. When she finally did, they walked in Santana's house that was completely empty. Grabbing some aspirin and a glass of water, Santana led Rachel to her room and gave her some clothes to sleep in quickly after changing into her pajamas.

Santana was, surprisingly, the first to wake up. She found herself embraced by Rachel, who had her head buried in Latina's neck. Santana thought about waking her up but figured that that would be cruel thing to do, so she decided to stay in bed, hoping that Rachel would get up soon.

Twenty minutes later, Rachel moved from Santana, immediately grabbing her head and growling at the pain.

"What am I doing here?" The diva managed to speak in whisper, recognizing her girlfriend's room mmediately.

"Good morning to you too, sweetheart." Santana spoke as Rachel got up in the bed. "You don't remember anything, do you? Drink that aspirin." She said and pointed to her nightstand where she put the pills and water.

"Not really." Said Rachel after listening to Santana and drinking aspirin. "Did I do anything stupid? I'm sorry." She said to the Latina who just smiled.

"You want some breakfast?" At the mention of breakfast, Rachel thought of food and momentarily jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom, whereas Santana only smirked at the action.

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