Over the next few days, with the help of the three Berrys, Santana planned her parents' funeral. She was going to speak at it. At first, she wasn't sure if she would be able to, but she knew it was what they would want. After the funeral, Rachel's fathers finally convinced her that it would never be a good time to go to her house and sort through everything and move all of her possessions to their house, so she might as well do it soon. Rachel and her fathers helped her move her stuff to the Berry household, but only Rachel remained to help Santana sort through her parents' stuff. Or so was the plan.

"Rachel. I can't…I can't do this. I can't just sort through this stuff as if my parents were never in my life." Santana said after boxing up everything else.

"Baby, it has to be done. And I think your parents would prefer that you did it, rather than the Bank or random people." Rachel said

"What kinds of people go sorting through random people's homes?" Santana said.

"Didn't you steal the lights on our Glee Club Christmas tree from your next door neighbor when she passed away?" Rachel asked.

"Oh…." Santana said. "Why don't you do it? It's the next best thing." Santana continued, before walking out of the house and getting in her car. The two had drove separate cars to make it easier to transport everything. Rachel followed shortly after.

Later that night, after dinner (which Santana had skipped. In fact, Rachel had not seen Santana since she left the Lopez house earlier that day.), Rachel went up to Santana's room. She knocked on the door.

"Come in." a muffled voice said.

"San? You okay?" Rachel asked.

"Yea. I'm fine." Santana tried to smile up at her girlfriend, but Rachel noticed the tear-stained face and blood-shot eyes.

"No you're not. Santana, talk to me. I want to help you." Rachel said.

"Can you make my parents come back?" Santana asked.

Rachel remained silent. "Exactly. You can't. if you can't do that, then you can't do anything for me." Santana said.

"San…" Rachel walked over and attempted to hold Santana, but the taller girl pushed her away. "Santana."

"Rachel, get away. You're the reason my parents are dead!"

"Wait, what?"

"If I hadn't gone to your house instead, I would have been with them. I was going to convince them not to go to that stupid museum and just go straight to dinner. But no! I was with you instead! If it weren't for you I'd be at home with my parents alive right now! I…I hate you, Rachel!" Santana exclaimed. Those last three words tasted bitter in her mouth after not having said them in such a long time.

"Santana, you and both know that you don't believe that." Rachel quietly said.

"I…I'm sorry, Rach. I don't even know why you're with me. All I've done over the past week is whine and cry." Santana protested.

"San, your parents just died." Rachel said.

"You think I need you to remind me? I'm not stupid!" Santana exclaimed.

"I never said you were."

"You're treating me like I am. If you want to be in a relationship with an idiot, then go back to Finn! Maybe we'd all be better off. You'd get to be the smarter person in your relationship and I get to back to being alone. Everyone's happy." Santana said.

"Is that what you want?" Rachel asked quietly.

Santana didn't hesitate. "Yes."

Rachel nodded. "Okay then. If that's what you want then its…we're over."

"Great." Santana said, bitterly.

Rachel, while trying to hold back tears, walked to the door. "San…tana? Can I say one last thing?" She began.

"What?" Santana said.

"You may hate me, but I still love you. And even if we are breaking up, you are more than welcome to stay here as long as you would like to."

Santana nodded. "Thanks, Rach…Berry."

Hearing Santana call her by her last name almost caused the tears to fall from Rachel's eyes. Somehow she managed to make it to her room without crying. As soon as her door closed and she had changed into her pajamas, a green tank top and matching pants, she went to her bed and cried into her pillow.

Unknown to Rachel, Santana was doing the exact same thing in the room down the hall. Rachel's dads had gone to see a movie, trying to give the girls some alone time. Santana had changed into her pajamas, a blue tank top and matching pants (she and Rachel had gone shopping together at Target), and laid down on the bed and cried. She felt terrible for what she said. She didn't believe any of it, but she had to revert back to her old ways to get Rachel to break up with her. She wanted to give the other girl an out. Rachel deserved so much more than her and she didn't want to hold her back. It had only been five minutes and she already missed her diva. Rachel Berry just broke up with me. The best thing that has ever happened to me broke up with me. I'm Santana Lopez. How did I let that happen? she thought. Well, she knew what she could do now, since she knew she couldn't take back the past.

Rachel was lying in her bed, thinking she had cried out all of her tears, when a new batch came out of her eyes. She already missed her Latina. She heard a knock on her door, but ignored it, thinking her dads were home early and wondering what happened. Another knock. Then another.

"Go away Dad, Daddy." Rachel said.

Santana stood outside Rachel's door.

"Go away Dad, Daddy." She heard from the other side of the door. She didn't say "Go away, Santana." So that can't mean that the "Go away." applies to me, can it? Forget it, who am I kidding? I'd go in even if she did say "Go away, Santana." The girl proceeded to open the door slowly.

Rachel noticed the light from the hallway coming into her room. Annoyed, she sat up. "I though I…" she trailed off, noticing who was in her room. "What are you doing in here?"

Santana shrugged, although she knew exactly what she was doing in there. She was there to get her baby back.

"What do you want, Santana?" Rachel asked.

Again a shrugged shoulder was the response Rachel received. "If you aren't going to give me a verbal answer, then can you please leave?"

"You." Santana said.

"What?"

"You asked me what I want. I want you."

"Then you shouldn't have broken up with me." Rachel said.

"Technically, you broke up with me." Santana replied. She walked forward and sat down next to the diva on the bed. "Nice pajamas." She said, attempting to lighten the mood. Rachel looked down, then looked at Santana, noticing for the first time Santana's eyes were even more red than they had been five minutes ago.

"Santana."

"Rachel."

"You came to me, remember?" Rachel said.

"Rach, I'm sorry. I was a jerk and I totally deserved to have you break up with me. I can totally understand if you don't want to take me back. But if that's how it happens, then I want you to hear this. I don't blame you for my parents' deaths. I don't think you're overbearing or try to be smarter than me, and, most importantly, while I do think you're too good for me, I don't want you to go back to Finn, because I'd rather have you myself. But if that's who you choose, then I'll support you even though I won't let you go without a fight." Santana said.

Rachel looked at Santana. "San…"

"Rachel, please. Just give me another chance. I'm sorry." Santana was pleading now.

Rachel remained silent. Trying to lighten the mood again, Santana said. "If you'd told me at the beginning of the year you and I would be dating, I'd have thought you were even more crazy than I thought you were. If you told me you would be the one to break up with me, I'd have slapped you. If you told me that I would be begging for you to take me back, I'd have had you committed. But now we are here and all I'm doing is praying that you actually do take me back."

Rachel nodded. "And if I told you that I would take you back?"

Santana took a moment to process this. "I'd kiss you."

Rachel smiled. "Then come here."

Santana grinned. "Really?"

"Are you trying to talk me out of it?"

"No. Never." Santana leaned over and kiss Rachel. The shorter girl deepened the kiss and pulled the taller girl on top of her as she layed down.

"I love you Santana. Please don't ever blame me for something like that again. And especially don't tell me to go back to Finn." Rachel said.

"I love you too Baby girl. I promise I won't. You are my life and I won't do anything to lose you." Santana said.

"Would you really fight to get me back?"

"If I had too. You're my world Rachel. I don't know what I'd do without you." Santana said.

"Makeout with Brittany."

"Want me too?" Santana smirked.

"You do and your dead