I don't own anything sadly...

A/N: I'm feeling quite accomplished to be honest, my evil plan was to get all of you lovely people to question your love for Santana and if the comments are any indication, I'd say I pegged it right on the head. So many of you have asked if Faberry is Endgame and I contemplated on answering you but I've decided to just keep it at "You have to keep reading to find out!" I know, I'm cruel. I'm sorry.

Lyrics are in this chapter, Santana is bold, Rachel is Italic, and together they are this weird combination of the two.

This chapter was so fun to write and all your comments just made it that much better! Thank you so much! Enjoy!


Rachel had cried the whole way back to Quinn's and the blonde had no idea why the girl was sobbing. She tried asking but that only made the diva cry harder. Quinn pulled into her driveway and sighed heavily as she turned off her car. Rachel was leaning against the car door, head pressed against the window staring through her tears at the one story brick house.

"You're is home is lovely," Rachel turned to face her teacher and suddenly the whole world was spinning a lot faster. She had never gotten drunk before; her vision was blurred from her tears and her stomach hurt along with her head and on top of that the world felt like one of those carnival rides that spun around until you throw up.

"I think I'm going to-" Rachel spun around, throwing open the door just in time to lean half way out and empty her stomach onto the driveway. Quinn grimaced quickly leaned over to rub the girls back, she waited until Rachel was finished and then patted the girls back, "Rach, come one. Let's get you inside."

Quinn helped Rachel out of the car, allowing the smaller girl to lean against her as they moved towards the house slowly. Rachel was mumbling something under her breath; intrigued, Quinn strained to hear what the girl was saying. She caught a few words, Santana, crush, Fabray, stupid and annoying.

Quinn hadn't locked the door in her haste to get to Rachel, she shoved open the door and allowed Rachel to step in ahead of her. "Let's wash your face and then you can sleep in the guest room," Quinn said gently steering Rachel into the bathroom.

"Ms. Fabray, I'm sorry. You must think I'm such an-" Rachel hiccupped and covered her mouth quickly. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes again, "I'm so sorry, I must look like a mess."

Quinn shook her head and smiled, running her hand through the girls' hair she turned on the faucet and took the hand towel from its hanger wetting it in the cool water. "Rachel, how much did you drink at that party?"

Rachel was trying to remember how many drinks she had, thinking only made her head hurt more and reminded her of what was currently making her stomach revolt against her. She shrugged, allowing her eyes to shut as Quinn started to dab at her flushed cheeks and around her mouth.

You never really notice the little details about someone until you take the time to look for them; right now, Quinn was admiring every small detail about Rachel's face. Like how Rachel had a beauty mark on the left cheek and another on the left. Quinn couldn't help but linger a bit longer than necessary on Rachel's lips, lightly swiping the towel under them, watching as they fell open slightly. She cupped the girls face with her free hand and gently stroked the divas' cheek with the pad of her thumb.

Rachel's eyes fluttered open, she met hazel eyes and suddenly she didn't have such a bad head ache, the world wasn't spinning as quickly and her stomach must have decided to leave her alone for a bit because the pain was suddenly less.

Quinn pulled away sharply as she sucked in a sharp breath, grabbing mouth wash from under the sink and handing it to the girl. "Wash out your mouth and I'll show you to the guest room," she mumbled as she walked out of the bathroom and waited for the tipsy girl to join her. Rachel's headache was back and her stomach flipped at the thought of the strong smelling liquid. She quickly swished the blue mint fluid in her mouth and spit ungracefully into the sink.

She stumbled out of the room, clutching the wall and praying for her footing when strong arms were suddenly wrapped around her waist. She tilted her head to see the blonde woman behind her, staring straight ahead as she pushed them forward, down the hall. Rachel leaned against the blonde and smiled up at her.

"Hey," Quinn gave Rachel a sideways glance before pushing open the guest room door, Rachel frowned. "I said, hey."

Rachel didn't a response from the blonde for a second time, she stomped her foot and crossed her arms refusing to move past the door. Quinn raised a brow in amusement, she sighed and rolled her eyes, matching Rachel's stance. "Rachel, you're drunk and tired and you just empty your stomach out on my driveway. Get in the bed and go to sleep."

Rachel's jaw went slack, she glared at Quinn and stormed away from the blonde to the bed, kicking off her shoes as she went and reaching for the zipped of her dress which was too far out of her grasp. She groaned, silently cursing herself for wearing a dress she had had to ask her dad to zip for her.

Quinn took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of her nose, talking slow steps towards Rachel. She took the girls hands in her own, pushing them away from the zipper and then dragging it down the girls back, exposing tan skin.

Rachel glanced over her shoulder and eyed Quinn before turning abruptly and facing the stunned blonde, "Santana kissed me."

Quinn blinked, she wasn't sure if she had heard right but judging by the tears that were forming in the brunettes eyes, she had heard just fine. "Santana…kissed you?" Was all she managed to get out without allowing her voice to sound angry.

The jealousy was there, gnawing at her from the pit of her stomach. She didn't want to think about it but instantly the image of Santana kissing Rachel flooded her mind. She squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath, reminding herself the Rachel wasn't hers. She had no reason to be jealous, but she was.

The tears were trickling down Rachel's cheeks; she hated the way Santana had kissed her, it had been painful and unwelcome and she just wanted to scrub away the feeling of the Latinas lips.

Quinn opened her eyes slowly and fisted her hands, "I have to go make a phone call. You should lie down," with that, she turned away from Rachel and headed into the living room, snatching up the phone as she paced around the room.

Rachel allowed her dress to pull at her feet and slid back onto the bed, it was cold but soft and she sighed as she slipped under the covers and rested her head on the pillow. Rachel waited ten minutes, listening to Quinn walk around the house, talking quietly, before the blonde was leaning against the door frame of the room.

They were quiet, staring at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. Rachel got impatient and sat up, the covers slipped from her body to expose her bra clad breast. She didn't make any moves to cover herself; Quinn's mouth fell open slightly before she turned away, cheeks flushing.

"Ms. Fabray! I want to talk and I will not leave you alone until you talk to me!" Rachel was demanding and Quinn wasn't sure how to react. She held up a hand, asking Rachel to wait before ducking out of the room and down the hall to her own room. Rachel crossed her arms and waited as patiently as she could, clearly drunk Rachel was far more impatient than sober Rachel.

Quinn took a deep breath before she walked back into the guest room, an old WMHS shirt in her hand for Rachel. She handed the shirt to Rachel wordlessly, sitting on the edge of the bed as Rachel pulled it on over her head. "Now we can talk Rachel."

Rachel stared at Quinn, her head was still swimming with alcohol but her stomach didn't hurt and the world was spinning less. Rachel reached up and brushed a strand of blonde hair away from hazel eyes and smiled, she cupped Quinn's face and sighed softly.

"Quinn is a beautiful name. You have a beautiful name," Rachel hummed, inching closer to the woman, Quinn only watched, licking her lips nervously and leaning back. Rachel furrowed her brow as the blonde moved away from her, Rachel pushed her hand around to the base of Quinn's neck, fisting the blonde hair forcefully.

Quinn grabbed Rachel's wrist, trying to pry her hand away, "Rachel I can't," She tried, hoping it would get the girls right frame of mind back. Rachel only shook her head and looked at her through drunken eyes. "You said you can't, but that doesn't mean you don't want to. I want to kiss you Quinn-"

"Ms. Fabray, you call me Ms. Fabray. Rachel, this is beyond ina-" Quinn gasped as Rachel yanked on her hair, Rachel covered the teacher's mouth with her own with far less force then Santana had.

Quinn tried to pry herself away weakly before allowing her eyes to slide shut and began to kiss the girl back. Rachel smiled into the kiss and moved herself closer to the blonde; Quinn wrapped her arm around the diva's small waist, helping to pull her closer.

They were both lost in the kiss, fumbling to grasp at each other to make the kiss deeper. When Quinn finally yanked herself away, eyes widening in horror and shock. Rachel groaned and reached for Quinn's hand, attempting to pull her back. Quinn pushed the girls' hand away whispering a soft goodnight and flying out of the room.

Rachel fell back, rubbing her eyes bargaining with her tears to stop them from falling. They came anyway, in steady streams, she was so screwed. She just stole a kiss from her teacher just like her tormentor had done to her earlier that night.

Quinn was leaning against her shut bedroom door; choking back the tears, she was officially in too deep; she could hear Rachel crying down the hall which only made her heart break. "What the hell am I going to do," she whispered to the darkness of her room, sliding to the floor pulling her knees to her chest.

-*0*-

Rachel woke up with a pounding headache, she didn't know if it was from crying herself to sleep or from the alcohol. She groaned, squeezing her eyes shut hoping to just fall back asleep. She noticed her sheets where different, she opened her eyes slowly wondering when she had changed her pillow cases. Then, all at once she remembered; she was at Ms. Fabray's house because she had been drunk last night and angry with Santana and she had…

I kissed Ms. Fabray last night… She thought to herself, even her inner voice had sounded panicked. She wanted to just curl up and die at that moment, she rolled onto her side coming face to face with a huge slobbering dog.

Quinn was in the kitchen, sipping her cup of coffee at the breakfast bar when she heard Rachel shriek from the guest room. The blonde jumped up, almost knocking her chair over in her haste and practically ran into the guest room. Rachel was holding a pillow up against her face, blocking the dog that was currently bouncing around the bed, blissfully unaware of the distressed teen next to him.

"Charlie! Come on boy, leave Rachel alone," Charlie stopped his movements, facing Quinn before leaping off the bed and bouncing around his owners legs playfully. Quinn giggled, patting the dog's head. Rachel was staring at the two in front of her, trying not to smile at how Quinn's eyes shined with happiness or how her smile was dazzling as she laughed.

"What kind of dog is he," Rachel questioned, Quinn's head shot up to look at the small girl, continuing to rake her fingers down Charlie's head. "I have no idea, he's a mutt. I found him about a year ago, he wasn't this big though. He just kept getting bigger and bigger," Quinn looked back at Charlie who was licking at her hand. "Pretty sure he thinks he's a lot smaller though, I can't tell you how many times he has fallen asleep on my legs anchoring me to my spot."

Rachel rubbed her temples, trying to get rid of her headache as she listened to Quinn. The blonde noticed Rachel's pained look and smiled sympathetically, Charlie followed her out of the room leaving the brunette alone. Rachel had figured the blonde was done talking to her, she was about to flop backwards to the pillow when the woman came back into the room, dog in tow.

Quinn sat on the edge of the bed, a glass of water and two Advil in hand, handing them both off the young girl. Rachel took the pills and chugged the water, empting the glass in seconds. She smiled as Charlie placed his large head on the bed, starring up at her with big brown eyes. She scratched behind his ear and smiled, Quinn only watched quietly.

"Your dads are probably worried about you Rachel," Quinn sighed heavily, standing and moving back across the room. Rachel's eyes widened as she looked around the room frantically, searching for her bag. Quinn was trying not to ignore her thoughts of how Rachel's panicked face was adorable as she grabbed the girls' bag from the floor where Rachel had dropped it earlier.

Rachel thanked Quinn as she took her bag from the blondes' grasp, trying to make eye contact that the teacher refused to meet. Rachel fished out her phone and clicked the screen on, she groaned. Fourteen missed calls from her dad, Quinn was making her way out of the room with Charlie close behind. Rachel sighed heavily; she knew she had messed up.

Quinn listened to Rachel talk to her dad from the kitchen, sipping at her rapidly cooling coffee while Charlie noisily inhaled his food from the floor. The blonde's thoughts were running wild in her mind; first off, her student had kissed her last night, second off she had kissed back. She put her book down, she knew it was a hopeless task to try to read right now. Rachel went quiet for a few minutes before she began to talk again, Quinn noted that tone in Rachel's voice had changed. It sounded angry now rather than apologetic.

Five minutes later, a very flustered looking Rachel came storming out the room, rubbing at her eyes. She had changed back into the dress she had been wearing last night; Quinn found it increasingly difficult to ignore her thoughts when she saw Rachel's legs in the light of day.

"I had to call Santana to come pick me up," Rachel grumbled, falling into the seat next to Quinn, pressing her forward to the cool countertop. Quinn choked on her coffee, "Rachel! She can't pick you up from here," she shrieked. Rachel flinched at the volume of Quinn's voice, lifting her head slightly to press her index finger to her lips asking the blonde to lower her voice because it was seriously not helping her headache.

"Oh, I'm sorry Rachel," Quinn's voice was thick with sarcasm as she pushed herself away from the bar, standing and going to the sink washing out her coffee mug. Rachel replaced her head onto the countertop, "She's not going to tell anyone Ms. Fabray."

"Now we're back to Ms. Fabray? Last night you were pretty sure I was just Quinn," the blonde snapped, slamming the mug down and facing Rachel. Rachel lifted her head and narrowed her eyes, "Like was I the only one who enjoyed that kiss last night. If I remember correctly, you kissed me back Ms. Fabray!" Rachel cringed at her own yelling.

"You can't just have Santana come and pick you up from you teachers house Rachel, I could have taken you home," Quinn sighed. Rachel shook her head, "My dad will be outside and I would think it strange if my daughter had left in one car and came back in a different one. I told him I had stayed the night at Santana's. You won't need to babysit me," Rachel stood, glaring at Quinn. "I'm sorry I even called you last night."

Quinn met Rachel's eyes, she didn't want to admit it but hearing Rachel say that hurt. She hoped Rachel couldn't tell, but judging by how Rachel seemed to soften in front of her made her think the girl had seen the flash of pain. "I'll see you at school Ms. Fabray."

Rachel rushed out of the room, grabbing her bag and practically running out of the house. Quinn bit her lip and leaned back against the sink, she could feel her heart breaking, and she hated seeing Rachel like that. Charlie could sense Quinn's sadness and licked her hand, gazing up at her with sad eyes. Quinn glanced down at the dog and gave him a watery smile, "I'm alright Char, it'll be better with her mad at me anyway."

-*0*-

Santana pulled up next to the pacing diva staring out at the road, she hated the fact she was hurt about where Rachel had gone last night. She glared at the house, knowing who was inside. She knew who she was spending her lunch with come Monday.

Rachel threw herself into the Latina's car, slamming the door shut and pointedly avoiding Santana. "Don't put the door through the frame hobbit," Santana snapped. Rachel had had just about enough of the arguments for the day and it was only eleven in the morning.

"Oh good! We're back to you being a cold hearted bitch and me being your stupid Jewish punching bag! The world order is restored!" Rachel threw her hands in the air, glaring at Santana's profile as the girl drove. Santana hadn't expected Rachel to blow up on her, she shot Rachel a sideways glance, "Hope Fabray was good in bed Berry, hope it was worth it."

Rachel narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest. "Nothing happened between Ms. Fabray and I. Nothing is ever going to happen between her and I," Rachel felt like crying again, she blinked hard fending off the tears. Santana saw the girl deflate beside her and softened, "I would say I'm sorry, but that would be lying. I'm not sorry."

Rachel smirked, the honesty was nice. Santana offered Rachel a small smile as they came to a stop at a red light, Rachel didn't smile back. "You can stop being nice to me now Santana," Rachel said, turning to face the window. "I know it was only to get to me about Ms. Fabray. We can go back to how it was before. You hating me and me just being that pathetic girl everyone makes fun of."

Santana took a deep breath and clenched the steering wheel until her knuckles went white. "I hate to admit this Rachel," Santana started driving again, glancing at Rachel briefly. "I mean I really hate to admit this, but I don't think this an act." Rachel furrowed her brow and turned to stare at Santana. "I think I actually like you," Santana stated as she tuned onto Rachel's street.

Rachel blinked at Santana; she opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water until she settled on just keeping her mouth shut. Santana glanced at Rachel, "Did I render the Rachel Berry speechless? How often does that happen?" Santana teased, smiling softly. Rachel let an airy laugh out, watching as her house came into view with both her father's waiting on the front porch with mugs of coffee. Neither looked happy.

"Santana, what happened after I left at the party?" Rachel asked, Santana shrugged. "Beats me, I left after you got picked up. Puck was being an ass and I just wanted to go home. Why?" Santana turned to face Rachel, confused by the question. Rachel turned back to Santana and shook her head, "Just curious."

Rachel reached for the handle of the car door when Santana reached out and took Rachel's other hand that was closest to her, Rachel stared down at their hands. "I'm sorry about how last night ended Rachel, but I meant when I said I would try." Santana squeezed Rachel's hand as if to seal the promise before leaning over the center console and kissing Rachel on the cheek.

Rachel blushed and nodded, wordlessly getting out of the car and walking to her fathers. Rachel was grounded from her cellphone and she wasn't allowed to sing past 7. Rachel accepted her punishment without even batting an eye.

"The police were called on that party you had been at Rachel, the whole town knows about how much alcohol was at that party and judging by the bags under your eyes you drank!" Leroy fumed, Rachel looked shocked. Hiram patted his husbands arm trying to calm him, "We were worried sick about you Rachel, you hadn't called us and we assumed you'd been taken into custody but when we called the station they said you weren't there. We thought you had been dumb enough to get into a car with a drunk driver!"

Rachel flinched; she couldn't tell them the truth that would just make the whole thing worse. "Santana hadn't been drunk, in fact she was sober. She and I left and we didn't get much sleep last night, but yes dad I did drink." Rachel didn't want to lie any more than she was already; she stormed off into her room like true Rachel Berry fashion and shut her door quietly. Crawling into bed, she thought about Santana and how this whole thing had blown up in her face. She wasn't sure what to feel towards either girl now.

-*0*-

It was Wednesday, it had been a week since Rachel met Quinn and four days since this whole mess had begun. The slushies had stopped thanks to Santana's threat of a Lima Heights beat down on anyone whole slushied the diva. English was spent stealing glances at Quinn, who would steal glances at Rachel, both unwilling to risk anything. Santana had stuck to her word of proving to Rachel that she could be better, walking the girl to classes and listening to Rachel rant about Broadway or glee.

Wednesday meant Glee for Rachel, she was looking forward to it. She had been spending her lunches with Santana, but she would simply duck into the library to read one of the books from the list she still had that Quinn had written. Santana could tell that Rachel was still crushing on the teacher, she had had just about enough of it too.

During off period Santana stormed into Quinn's class room, the blonde looked up from her grading and arched a brow at the fuming Latina. "What can I do for you miss Lopez," Quinn questioned, putting her pen down and linking her fingers together under her chin.

Santana pointed at the blonde, "Stay away from Rachel, she doesn't need this crap from you," she sneered. Quinn smirked, "Coming from you, I can't take that statement seriously." Quinn wasn't concerned about how the cheerio felt, she knew Rachel was better off the girl but that didn't make the pang of jealousy go away whenever she saw the pair together.

Santana bristled, "She still likes you Fabray! You have to put her in her place or she's just going to sit around and wait on you!" Quinn stood abruptly, "MS. Fabray. I am MS. Fabray to you. I have no control over how Rachel feels towards me, I told her not to waste her time waiting for me! You should learn respect Santana; you have no right to lecture me."

Santana opened her mouth to respond when a very flustered looking Mr. Schuster flew into the room clutching his car keys. "Quinn, Emma went into labor, Can you take over glee club for the day?"

Quinn couldn't refuse, she had become to like Will, she knew about Emma's pregnancy and smiled at the man, "Sure Will, I can take over." Will thanked her and flew out of the room, chanting he was going to be a father all the way down the hall. Santana glared at Quinn, "Great, now you'll be in the one place Rachel ever feels good about herself. Way to go MS. Fabray."

Quinn hadn't even thought of that, she sank into her chair and rubbed her eyes. Glee club was going to be hard. Santana left the blonde, and ran down the hall to her class just as the bell rang to release the students from their classes.

-*0*-

Rachel was more than happy to be the first one of the Glee club members to arrive in the choir room, she claimed her usual front row seat and pulled out her sheet music. Kurt Hummel was the next one to arrive with Mercedes Jones walking beside him, gossiping like always. Tina Chang wheeled Artie Abram into the room both smiling at the other students.

Rachel blinked in awe as Santana Lopez breezed into the room and sat next to Rachel, the other students fell silent as they stared at the Latina. Rachel opened her mouth but Santana held up her hand to silence the girl and then pointed towards the door. Rachel turned and her mouth fell open, Quinn was walking into the room looking at all the students except Rachel and Santana.

Finn Hudson lumbered into the room with Puck a few minutes later, both looking beyond upset that they were there. Rachel whipped her head to Santana who merely shrugged. A handful of Cherrios filed into the room, all looking around the room in discomfort.

"How did you get them to join?" Rachel whispered, leaning in towards Santana. The cheerio smiled "It's easy when your HBIC," she half joked. Rachel eyed the new comers before smiling brightly at each one. They all just rolled their eyes and huffed angrily.

Quinn looked around the room and gave an uneasy smile, "I'm Ms. Fabray and I'm taking over the club for today. Mr. Schuster had some more important matters to take care of."

"Mrs. Schuster went into labor earlier today," Kurt squealed from the top row if the chairs. "They are going to have the cutest white baby," Mercedes chimed happily. Quinn smiled at the two before rubbing her hands together. "So, did you work on last week?" the blonde questioned, her gaze landed on Rachel, who's hand had shot into the air. Tina rolled her eyes and sighed, as everyone else in the room groaned. Everyone but Santana, whom shot everyone in the room her death glare.

Quinn cleared her throat and pointed at Rachel, who lowered her hand as she shot up out of her seat to look at everyone on the risers rather than at Quinn. "First, I'd like to welcome all the new comers to New Directions, especially Santana," Rachel locked eyes with the Latina, Quinn watched and jealousy flared through her. Kurt watched, amused as Puck smiled between the diva and cheerio.

"Second, I would like to sing something for everyone today, as a welcome. Any requests?" Rachel eyed each person, everyone was quiet. Santana smiled and stood, "How about a duet. I know a good song we could sing," she stood and walked past Rachel to the band. Rachel was confused by the girls' movements, she wasn't excepting it.

Santana stood next to Rachel after whispering the song choice to the band, Rachel was watching her curiously. Santana chanced a peak at the blonde who was standing by the piano, Quinn was trying to hide her anger but it took one look from Santana to know she was failing miserably.

The music started and Rachel's eye widened along with everyone else's in the room. Santana only smiled, deciding to take the first part.

Take my hand, I'll teach you to dance
I'll spin you around won't let you fall down
Would you let me lead? You can step on my feet
Give it a try, it'll be alright

The room's hush hush and now's our moment.
Take it in, feel it all and hold it
Eyes on you, eyes on me.
We're doing this right.

'Cause lovers dance when they're feeling in love
Spotlight's shining it's all about us
It's oh, oh, all
About uh, uh, us
And every heart in the room will melt
This is a feeling I've never felt
But it's all about us

Suddenly I'm feeling brave
Don't know what's got into me

Why I feel this way
Can we dance, real slow?
Can I hold you, real close?

The room's hush hush and now's our moment
Take it in, feel it all and hold it
Eyes on you, eyes on me we're doing this right

'Cause lovers dance when they're feeling in love
Spotlight's shining it's all about us
It's oh, oh, all
About uh, uh, us
And every heart in the room will melt
This is a feeling I've never felt
But it's all about us

Do you hear that love? They're playing our song
Do you think we're ready? Oh, I'm really feeling it
Do you hear that love? Do you hear that love?

Do you hear that love? They're playing our song
Do you think we're ready yet? Oh, I'm really feeling it
Do you hear that love?
Do you hear that love?

Do you hear that love? They're playing our song
Do you think we're ready yet? Oh, I'm really feeling it
Do you hear that love? Do you hear that love?

lovers dance when they're feeling in love
Spotlight's shining it's all about us
It's all about us
It's all about us
And every heart in the room will melt
This is a feeling I've never felt
But it's all about us

The girls finished, Rachel was staring at Santana, who was glaring at Quinn who was balling her fists and clenching her jaw. The room was quiet, Puck was glancing around and Kurt was smiling blissfully at the whole display that everyone else seemed to be missing.

Puck was the first to start clapping, everyone followed shortly after whistling and cheering at the two girls. Santana smirked, Rachel beamed and Quinn seethed. Rachel leaned towards Santana whispering "How did you know I would know that song?"

Santana redirected her gaze at the brunette and smiled sheepishly, "I watched you sing last Friday during lunch, and I figured if you knew 'Blame it on the rain' you would have to know 'It's all about us'. By the way, I was thinking of you the whole time I was singing," Santana whispered before moving back to her seat. Rachel flushed and glanced at Quinn. The older woman looked ticked off and Rachel smiled to herself, the woman was jealous of Santana and was doing a terrible job at hiding it.

I'll get you to admit your feelings for me soon enough Ms. Fabray, Rachel thought happily as she bounced back to her seat sitting closer to Santana then before.