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A/N: While some of the events that take place in the story happened in different Glee episodes, I'm not really following the same time line. It may be better to read this like you've never seen Glee…haha

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Chapter 6

"Hey Berry, wait up!" Santana called to Rachel as they was leaving Breadsticks.

Rachel was just unlocking her car when she heard Santana call out to her.

"What are you doing for the rest of the night?" Santana asked tentatively.

"Probably going to work on a piece for Regionals, why?"

Santana stared at her in disbelief. "Berry, we just won Sectionals a few hours ago, and it's a Saturday night. Besides, we have plenty of time to get ready for Regionals."

"Yeah but winning Regionals is going to be much tougher than people realize."

A Saturday night would normally consist of a party and some random guy, but at the moment, nothing sounded better than spending the night with Rachel. "So um, mind if I come with you?"

Rachel looked at her in shock. "Seriously? You want to spend a Saturday night with me?" Rachel asked as she looked around to see if anyone else was still in the parking lot. "Is this a joke?"

"No, Berry. I'm serious. Both of my parents are away on a work trip for the weekend, and I don't feel like being alone." Santana felt bad that Rachel had a very good reason not to trust her. She had been no better than the other kids in school with the insults and slushies.

"Ok, sure. My dads won't mind. Want to just follow me?" Rachel began to get nervous as she drove the short drive to her house with Santana in tow. She grabbed her phone. "Kurt it's me. Santana just asked to hang out with me tonight. What do I do?"

Kurt laughed. "Relax! I knew this was going to happen sooner or later. Just be yourself Rach. Obviously she likes you just the way you are, or she wouldn't be on her way to your house right now. I really think you were right when you said she was hiding her true feelings behind her social status. Maybe she isn't the bitch everyone has made her out to be."

"I think you may be right Kurt. I think there is a lot that none of us know about her."

"Rach, go slow, don't rush it, and protect your heart. I think it's going to be a slow process getting Santana to open up and come to terms with her self."

"My heart? Kurt I told you, I'm not into her like that. I'm just a good friend helping her come to terms with who she is."

"Oh please, get over your denial already."

"Well, I'm home, I'll call you tomorrow."

"Have fun tonight Rach. Oh and don't forget to use protection," Kurt joked.

"I hate you!" Rachel said jokingly. "Nothing's going to happen. Night Kurt." Rachel put her phone in her bag and got out of her car.

"You drive like my grandma," Santana said to Rachel as they walked towards the front door of the Berry residence. "You sure your dads aren't going to mind me coming over?"

"Are you kidding? They love when I bring friends over. We are friends now, right?"

Santana smiled genuinely. "Yes, we're friends."

"Hi Dad, Daddy, I'm home," Rachel called as they walked in the house.

Victor Berry looked up from the news paper he was reading. "Hello Honey. How was your performance?"

"We're so sorry we couldn't make it," Jackson Berry added.

"It's ok. We won! Well, technically it was a tie, but we're going to Regionals, and that's all that matters. Oh! This is Santana, a friend from the Glee club."

Jackson looked over to Santana and smiled warmly. "So this is the Santana we've heard so much about. Nice to finally meet you."

Rachel could feel her cheeks quickly turning a bright shade of red in embarrassment. "Dad!"

"Don't worry Santana, we've only heard good things."

"Nice to meet the both of you too," Santana replied, wondering what good things Rachel could have possibly said about her.

"Well, I'm going to change out of this dress," Rachel said trying to change the subject. "Santana do you need to borrow something more comfortable?"

"Sure," Santana answered as she followed Rachel upstairs to her room. "So, you talk about me?" Santana asked, fully enjoying Rachel's embarrassment.

"I talk about everyone in Glee, Santana. Don't let it go to your head." Rachel went to her drawer and pulled out a tee shirt and yoga pants. "I think these should fit you," she said as she tossed them to Santana.

Santana changed quickly while Rachel was in her bathroom and looked around the little diva's room. She couldn't believe how neat and organized everything was. She walked into her walk in closet and saw all her outfits were organized by style and color. "Too many sweaters," she muttered to herself. She was definitely going to have to help Rachel get a whole new wardrobe.

"Santana?" Rachel said as she walked out of her bathroom.

"In here," Santana said from the closet.

"Why are you in my closet?"

"Trying to see if you have any clothes that don't make you look like a seven year old librarian."

Suddenly the irony of the situation hit Rachel and she doubled over in laughter.

Santana popped her head of the closet. "What's so funny Berry?" She couldn't help but notice how damn cute her laugh was.

"It's just too perfect. You're helping me say what I've been wanting to tell you for a while," Rachel said between fits of laughter.

Now Santana was thoroughly confused. "What have you been meaning to tell me?"

"That it's ok to come out of the closet." Rachel was bent over from laughing so hard, trying to catch her breath.

A mix of emotions came over Santana as she realized what Rachel was telling her. "Not funny Berry!" she exclaimed as she tackled Rachel to the bed.

Rachel looked right into the Latina's deep chocolate brown eyes. Her laughter stopped as she got lost in those eyes, feeling like she could see right into her soul. "I beg to differ," Rachel whispered.

Santana felt as though she couldn't breathe when Rachel looked at her that way. She looked incredibly cute in her tee shirt and shorts. She liked the feeling of having the little diva's body pinned beneath hers. Before she knew what she was doing, she was leaning in close to Rachel, about to kiss her.

"Girls!" Victor called upstairs to them. "We just took some cookies out of the oven, are you hungry?"

Rachel jumped at the sound of her dad's voice, completely ruining the moment. "Uh sure, we'll be right down."

Santana had to compose herself and follow Rachel down to join her parents in the kitchen.

"So tell us about yourself Santana," Victor said, as the girls sat at the kitchen table.

"Dad, please, don't question her."

"No, it's ok Rachel, I don't mind. I'm a cheerleader on the Cheerios, and I sing in the Glee club. That's really about it."

"Have you been singing long?"

Santana dunked a cookie in milk and took a bite before answering. "I actually have been singing and writing music since I was a kid."

Rachel looked at Santana, surprise in her eyes. "Really? You write music? Me too!"

Santana looked away from Rachel, it wasn't something she really shared with a lot of people. "Yeah well, my parents are away a lot with work, and I need something to do when I'm alone to pass the time. It's really not a big deal."

"Not a big deal!" Rachel exclaimed. "This is perfect, I just had the best idea. We need to write original songs for Regionals. It's the only way we're going to beat Kurt and the Warblers."

"That is pretty much the best idea I think you've ever come up with," Santana said.

"Oh gosh, this is so exciting! Let's go upstairs and start right away! Sorry guys," Rachel said to her parents. "We're going to have to finish this conversation later. Thanks for the cookies!" Rachel grabbed the plate of cookies in one hand and Santana's hand in the other and pulled the girl back up the stairs.

"Rachel as excited that I am about Regionals, are we really going to start this now?"

"Well, yeah why not?" Rachel put the cookies down, and took out her keyboard. "I can start putting chords together, if you want to start on the words?"

Santana couldn't help but smile at the little diva's enthusiasm, it was catching. "Ok Berry, I can try to start something."

"If we're going to be friends Santana, could you please call me something other than Berry? Maybe like my name?"

"Well, I suppose I can think of something different to call you."

Rachel smiled. She was right, there was so much more to Santana Lopez that she couldn't wait to find out. Rachel yawned, the events of the day finally catching up to her. "I'm exhausted, do you want to spend the night?"

"Sure, it's better than going back to an empty house," Santana replied, trying to sound nonchalant. She didn't want to seem too eager to be close to the little diva again.

"Ok, good." Rachel got into her big bed and pat the empty place beside her. "Ready?"

Santana nodded. She was nervous, but had no idea why. They were just friends, friends spend nights together all the time, right?

Rachel cuddled right up to Santana, resting her head on the taller girls shoulder. "You really did an amazing job today Santana. I'll be happy to give you pointers on how to hide your nervousness a little more."

Santana couldn't believe how natural it felt to hold the little diva close to her, like they had been doing it so many times before. "Hey Ber-I mean Rachel?"

"Hmm," was all Rachel could manage to say, sleep taking over her ability to form words.

"Just because I'm staying the night with you, doesn't mean I'm gay or anything. I just really didn't want to be alone in my house tonight with my parents being away."

Rachel snuggled closer to Santana. "Ok," she managed to say before falling into a deep sleep.

Santana watched Rachel as she slept, looking so peaceful and beautiful. She softly ran her finger over the girls soft cheek, pushing hair out of her eyes. She was caught up in the moment, when the buzz of her phone sent her back to reality. She carefully reached for it so she wouldn't wake Rachel. She saw she had a text from one of the football players.

Party at my place, see you in 15 min?-Jason

Santana looked at the clock, it was only 10:00 on a Saturday night. Normally she would have jumped at the chance to go to the party to keep herself entertained from being bored alone at home. She looked to Rachel before looking back to her phone.

Sorry, not tonight, have something much better to do-S

Santana put her phone back down on the night table. What was happening to her? She was Santana Lopez. Santana didn't have feelings, didn't show feelings, and she most certainly never spent the night. Even so, she snuggled closer to Rachel and fell asleep completely happy for the first time in a long time.