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An hour later Rachel found Santana and Puck squaring off in the kitchen over another game of beer pong. Even though Santana was clearly winning, she was also clearly drunk.

Rachel took another sip of her wine cooler and slid up onto the counter to watch the game. Mercedes and Kurt suddenly appeared on either side of her and she knew she wasn't going to get out of talking to them about this.

"Alright, out with it," Mercedes started, getting right to the point.

"How is it that you have managed to get one of the hottest, if bitchiest, girls in school into your bed?" Kurt asked.

"She's not a bitch," Rachel immediately defended.

Kurt grinned immediately. "You have it bad."

"That I do," Rachel admitted immediately. The alcohol was hitting her hard and watching Santana play a few feet away was intoxicating in an entirely different way.

"Head cheerleader too, I'm impressed," Kurt mumbled with an appreciative smile.

"So really, give us some details," Mercedes told her.

"I went to a party with Finn a few months ago," Rachel started. "I was bored so I went outside to sit down and Santana was outside. We started talking and then she kissed me. I figured she was just drunk and the next day she'd go back to ignoring me but instead she showed up at my house and we talked and kissed and talked and kissed. We've been together ever since."

"Those aren't details," Kurt grumbled. "Those are very vague facts about how you got together."

"You wanted to know how we got together," Rachel argued back with a smile.

"No, I wanted to know how you got her in your bed," Kurt clarified.

"How do you know she's been in my bed?" Rachel questioned with a blush.

Mercedes shot her a look. "The way you look at her. It's obvious that you two are really close. The kind of closeness that only comes with sharing the sheets. Busted, girl."

Santana suddenly cheered and she rounded to find Rachel watching her with a grin. The cheerleader approached and slid her hands up Rachel's thighs once she was close enough, standing between the other girl's legs. "I won."

Rachel kissed her soundly. "I'm not surprised. You beat Noah every time at this game."

Both girls smiled remembering the night at the party Rachel had just been talking about and how Santana had beaten Puck's ass that night as well.

"How was Quinn?" Rachel asked softly, noticing how Mercedes and Kurt had moved further away to give them some privacy, though they were still close enough to hear every word the couple said.

"She's totally fine," Santana replied, also hyperaware of everyone within earshot of the two of them.

Rachel nodded and slid her arms around the cheerleader's shoulders and pulled her close, her fingers twirling in the cheerleader's ponytail. Santana's hands immediately dropped to Rachel's hips and she pulled her closer to the edge of the counter and stood between her legs.

Rachel kissed her quickly. "I want to get out of here."

"Me too," Santana replied. "But I can't drive."

Rachel shook her head. "Me either."

"You can stay here," Puck offered from a few feet away where he was chatting with Quinn.

The girls exchanged a look and both shrugged. "I told my dads I was staying with you anyways so they won't call the house."

"My mom thinks I'm staying at yours so we're covered," Santana replied.

"In that case, I'm getting another drink," Rachel told her with a kiss. "Want one?"

"I'll get a beer from out back," Santana replied with a shake of her head.

Rachel nodded. "Kay, I'll meet you out there."

Santana grinned and winked before giving her thigh a squeeze.

"You two need some jammies?" Puck asked with a teasing grin.

Santana's lips suddenly slid into a wicked smirk and she shook her head. "Definitely not necessary, buddy." She clapped him on the back a few times, probably harder than was necessary as she passed him to get another beer from the keg outside.

Rachel stayed put for a minute to allow herself a chance to regain her equilibrium, but before she could move Quinn approached.

"Okay, your turn," Quinn told her.

Rachel gulped and nodded. "Okay."

"Santana's in love with you," Quinn stated simply. "You know that, right?"

Rachel nodded, not able to help the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips.

"There's a reason she doesn't normally do relationships, you know that too?" Quinn wondered.

Rachel nodded again, her smile instantly fading.

"Then I'll make this really easy for you," the blonde stated, her voice dropping as she took a step towards the girl on the counter. "If you break her heart, I'll kick your ass."

"Noted," Rachel assured her with a nod. "But I can assure you that her heart is perfectly safe with me."

"Good," Quinn replied with a smile. "Take care of her. I know she acts like she's really tough but…"

"You don't have to explain," Rachel assured her quickly, mindful of the two sets of ears listening nearby.

Quinn nodded. "Good."

"Good."

The girls exchanged a smile and Rachel felt like Quinn was finally to the point where she could forgive her for everything with Finn and the two might actually end up being friends.

Quinn leaned back against the counter next to Rachel and watched Puck playing beer pong nearby. "I'm sorry about everything. I was terrible to you even after you were so nice to me."

"It's forgotten, Quinn," Rachel told her softly. "Past is past."

"Thanks, Rachel."

"You're welcome."

"See you later," Quinn told her with another quick smile as she headed towards Puck.

Rachel smiled until Kurt and Mercedes returned to her side before Quinn could even get out of earshot.

"Okay, spill," Kurt urged with a smile.

Rachel shook her head. "Nope."

He frowned, obviously more than a little drunk. "But I want to know…"

"No," Rachel told him. She shot a pleading look at Mercedes and the other diva seemed to sense that it was something definitely not up for discussion and she nodded.

"C'mon, Kurt, let's go get some air," she suggested, gently guiding him out to the back deck where the keg was.

"So does this mean it's my turn?" Finn asked from behind her.

"What?" she asked as she faced him.

He shrugged. "I think you owe me more of an explanation than anyone here."

She nodded. "You don't hate me, do you?"

"For using me? Or lying to me?" he asked. He sighed and shook his head. "No."

Another cheer erupted as some of the boys continued to play beer pong and Finn grasped her by the elbow gently and steered her from the kitchen.

"You don't mind if we go somewhere quiet to talk do you?" he asked.

She shook her head and followed him to the front porch. They took a seat on the front step and were silent for a few minutes.

"So how long have you two been together?" he asked.

"Remember the party we went to after the commercial shoot?" she asked.

"It's been that long?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"I'm sorry," she told him.

"Just explain one thing," Finn requested. Rachel nodded. "If you were with Santana why did you tell me about Puck and Quinn and the baby? It obviously wasn't really to get me to break up with her."

"Two reasons," Rachel answered. "One, I thought you needed to know the truth, regardless of the outcome. You're my friend and you deserved to know what was really going on."

"You were just too chicken to tell me your truth?" he asked.

"I'm really sorry."

"And the second reason?" he asked, letting her off the hook for the time being.

"The second reason was still entirely selfish," she told him, glancing up at him with a positively ashamed expression coloring her features. "We were concerned at the time that a few members of the club were onto us. I used you and Quinn and Puck as a distraction. I'm sorry."

"Wow, that's low even for you," Finn told her.

"I'm sorry," she repeated. "I honestly feel terrible about the entire situation. I was only trying to protect Santana."

"From what?" he asked.

"If Sue Sylvester finds out about us, Santana's worried she'll get kicked off the Cheerios," Rachel told him. "It's really important to her. Aside from glee, it's all she's got."

"How do you know this isn't a really mean joke?" Finn asked suddenly.

Rachel shook her head. "We've been together for months so I'm sure if she was doing this to get me fall for her so she could embarrass me she would have done it already. I fell for her a while ago."

He considered this for a moment and nodded. "We may not be together but I still really care about you so I want to make sure you're taken care of."

"She's extremely caring," Rachel told him quietly. "Regardless of the front she seems to erect whenever we're within the walls of school."

"If you're sure," he told her.

She nodded. "I am. I love her."

"I want to be mad at you for all of this," he told her. "But we were never really together. Not the way you guys are. I guess I'm more hurt that you felt you couldn't tell me."

"I'm sorry," she told him. "I promise full disclosure from now on."

"Full disclosure?" he repeated with a smirk, his teenage boy mind going places it shouldn't.

She rolled her eyes and smacked him. "Not funny."

His eyes were focused elsewhere and he shook his head. "No, what I'm imagining definitely isn't funny."

"Finn!" she exclaimed with a laugh. She hit him again and stood up, pulling him to his feet as well. "Are we okay?"

He nodded and pulled her into a hug. "We're okay."

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A.N. More party to come soon…more drama too! Does anyone else sense a good Santana background story coming? Hmmm… Please let me know your thoughts and thanks for reading!