My arm is asleep. I mean like dead to the world asleep. I can't even move it. And I had the weirdest dream last night! Berry and I had sex! Like a lot of sex! A lot of really, really great sex. HA! Like that would ever happen...

Seriously though, why can't I move my arm?

"Oh my God!" That was a little loud... BUT BERRY'S HEAD IS ON MY SHOULDER! Well, I figured out why my arm is asleep.

"Good morning," she says as she looked up at me. Oh great, she's awake. I am not a fan of the feeling in my stomach right now.

"Ummm... hey," I say as I take my arm back and use my other one to push myself up into a sitting position.

"Last night was really great."

"Yeah, it was," I can't stop the smile from appearing on my face. It was great. And it was real. Last night really happened, "Ummm... I should really get going. I mean we do have school today and Glee Club. We have to sing our duet."

"Oh, y-yeah. Of course."

"I... I have to go home to change my clothes and stuff..." Clothes. I'm not wearing any clothes aaaaaaand neither is Berry, "I... um... my... uh... are over there..."

"Oh! Right! I'm sorry. I'll just..." she rolls herself over to face to other wall so that I can get dressed.

"Thanks," I say as I step off of the bed.

Okay, skirt, bra, shirt, shoes... now, where is my underwear? Seriously? How is that the one piece of clothing that I cannot find? Whatever, I don't have time for this. I really need to get out of here. There's no doubt I'm going to be late for school, but there's no way I'm not showering and there's no way that I'm showering here... at least not today. Wait, what the fuck am thinking right now? This can't happen again... no matter how good it was! Right? Ugh! I'm talking to myself like a crazy person. I knew a duet with Manhands was going drive me insane! Fuck you, Mr. Schue!

"So, I'll see you at school?" Rachel asks, "We should rehearse one more time before Glee Club."

"What? Oh yeah, I guess so," clearly I'm way too into this conversation with myself to be paying attention.

"Okay. Let's meet during lunch? So, choir room at 12:20?"

"Yeah sure," okay, this cannot happen again, "Look, Rachel..."

"Yeah?"

"I... we... this isn't going to happen again. Okay?"

"Oh. Yeah. Of course. I wasn't expecting it to or anything," she actually looks a little hurt. And there's that crap feeling in my stomach again.

"Okay, good. No! I don't mean good! I mean... I... I should really go. I'll see you later."

"Yeah," she says all sad and stuff.

Okay, now turn around and walk out of this pink monstrosity before both of your feet are in your mouth or your lips are somewhere you really don't think they should be... again. Since when am I so awkward? As I'm walking - no - running down the stairs, I pull out my phone. I missed two calls and five texts from Britt. I'm not even going to bother reading them.

"Hey San! Where were you last night?"

"Britt, you are not even going to believe this. I don't even believe this. I also can't even believe I'm about to tell you this," I say as I finally pull my car away from Rachel's house.

"Jeez, Santana, what happened?"

"Hold on, I need a second."

"Come on San! You're killing me!"

"Okay, just..." inhale and one, two, three, "I had sex with Rachel last night!"

Silence.

"Ummm... Brittany..."

"Are you on your way home now?! I'll meet you there!"

"No! Britt! You don't have... to"

She isn't there anymore. Mmmm... this morning just can't get any better!