I'm in that weird place when you're both awake and asleep. When you feel like you're waking up, but you really like the dream you're having and where you're at with it. So much so that you can force yourself back to sleep and back into that dream world? You know? These dreams about B were the most meaningful things I had left, it seemed. She was with someone else now. It's not like we were ever really together. I closed my eyes tighter and snuggled into the leather couch. I'm thankful for the AC. The leather isn't hot and sweaty; I'm still comfortable.

I feel myself beginning to drift back into deep sleep, but I swear I feel pressure on my legs. Small fingertips gently caressing my skin… my brain is just playing tricks on me so I have something to dream about. Remembering what those fingers can do. I sigh and my thoughts drift away back to B's eyes and her skin and her touch… da'fuck? No, I really feel pressure on my legs. Freaking out, I sit up way too fast and retract my legs in towards myself. My fearful response manages to knock me on my ass, right on the floor. I scoot even further away from the couch.

My heart is racing and I'm trying to figure out the quickest path out of my house to a phone so I can call 911 for whatever the fuck was just touching me on the couch. Did my creepy ass neighbor get in? Swear to god, I'm going to flip a shit… I'm panting with fear.

Then, I hear a giggle. My brain can't quite process it. I look at the couch, and my breathing begins to slow. Putting my hand over my chest, I look up at B, who is sitting on the end of my couch. Her head is cocked slightly to the side and she's staring at me like I'm an alien or have eight fucking legs or something. "Dios mio, B. You scared the shit out of me." She's still laughing. I wouldn't mind being woken up by her fingers every day for the rest of my life. As long as I know she's going to be there. Jesus.

"We were 'sposed to hang out tonight, San. Did you forget? I didn't forget." And just like that, I was calm again. Regardless of a slight heart attack I may have just had, I climbed back up onto the couch, sat next to B, and pulled the blanket over myself again. My legs still felt warm from her fingertips. Dammit. I knew it wasn't all just a dream.

"Did you know that dolphins can live to be fifty years old?" Occasionally, B would say things like this. Everyone else may think she's stupid, but she's one of the smartest people I know. Her brain just works a little bit differently. I looked over at her to see she wasn't looking at me. Blonde hair tousled back in a pony, her focus was on the TV. She was chewing slightly on her lower lip. The little sneak had somehow managed to come into my locked house, steal the remote I could swear was in my hand when I fell asleep, sit on the couch, take my feet into her lap, and watch god knows how many hours of National Geographic specials about dolphins without me waking up. Maybe she really was a ninja…

"Did you know that they can jump like twenty feet out of the water?" I bumped her shoulder as I said that, making her meet eyes with me. "No way! For serious? That's like, three Finns." She said to me with her eyes sparkling. She is adorable. How could I not have let myself notice this before? "It's like three Finns plus a Hobbit." She giggled at that, although she didn't like it when I wasn't nice to Berry.

I yawned and stretched out my arms. "I didn't forget about hanging out, I just fell asleep. For some reason, we went to bed super late last night!" I gave her a look of fake admonishment, which she caught onto immediately. "Yeah, don't know why we did," she smirked back at me. "Sorry if I scared you. I just used the key and came in and you were sleeping and you looked cold so I took your feet in my lap to keep them warm. I didn't like the show that was on since all those ladies did was yell at each other and fight so I changed it to the animal channel and I was so excited it was dolphins, I love dolphins. I was just waiting for you to wake up. You were making weird noises while you slept and I had to keep looking over at you to make sure you were okay." Man, this girl could talk when she wanted to. Weird noises… I know I wasn't above moaning out loud during my sexy dreams about B. I could feel my cheeks getting hot.

"Hungry, cariño?" I asked her as I stood up, stretching more. The couch made me sore. I swear B was semi-fluent in Spanish from all the years she's been friends with me. Again, people would never know this about her since they write her off right away. The things that she absorbs from TV or random conversation or school, I guess, would blow the minds of everyone around her. I was lucky to be one of the people she was herself around. Q and her family, too. She knew that everyone else assumed she was stupid. No one gave her the time of day, so before we started high school, she decided to just go along with it. Can't change people's minds that easily. She just gave up. I found it sad. It angered me, and I, as well as Q, protected her ferociously for it. She was as off-limits to everyone at WMHS as the newborn baby Jesus. It was an unwritten and unsaid rule. B is untouchable, or Quinn and I would make life a living hell for the poor sap that chose to ignore us.

She looked up at me from the couch with those baby blues and I couldn't help but smile down at her. This girl turns me into such a sap… "Si, si, señorita," she said, reaching her hand up for me to help her off the couch. I rolled my eyes at her, but pulled her up. She held onto my hand as we walked to the kitchen. I opened the door to the fridge while she sat on a barstool. As I rummaged through the food, I spoke over my shoulder. "There's some leftover empanadas and some rice and…" I stopped fumbling through the doors to peek my head out to look at her. She looked back at me expectantly. "B? What do you want?"

"Can we make quesadillas?" I laughed at her. She just loved to say that word. I listened as she said it again, trying to employ her best attempt at being a native Spanish speaker. It was, as always, pretty close to perfect. I grabbed ingredients from the fridge, set them on the counter and said, "Yes, B, we can have quesadillas." I thickened my Spanish accent to mimic her; she loved when I did that. I could again see that twinkle in her eyes, brightly. She walked past me to grab a cutting board and a knife, bringing them back over to the island she was sitting at. I grabbed a knife and started peeling and cutting an avocado. B went to work on a tomato. I kept a close eye on her. I didn't ever want her to get hurt. Years ago I had taught her how to be super careful with a knife, and I was glad I could still see her doing the things I taught her.

I turned on the burner to the stove and heated up some oil. I fried the tortilla, and when it was perfectly air-bubbly, B appeared at my side with the chopped ingredients. She was standing so close to me I could smell her perfume and her hair. It made me achy inside. She looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to tell her it was okay to add her stuff. I nodded at her, and she playfully hip checked me so she had a little more room. I watched her carefully line the tortilla with "the perfect" amount of cheese. Seriously, she was such a stickler about how much cheese goes in these damn things. She added her other ingredients and stepped back, allowing me back in front of the burner.

She walked over and grabbed some salsa and sour cream from the fridge and a couple of plates from the cupboard. "How was your day, B?" I ask her as I carefully watch the quesadilla. I know exactly how B likes it cooked, and I won't let it burn. I look up to meet her gaze as she sits back down at the barstool. For just a second, her bright and cheerful eyes dull and I see her eyebrows pinch, ever so slightly. I couldn't tell if she did that because she knows I don't actually like hearing about her time with Wheels or if she actually maybe didn't have the best day.

"It was good. The mall was fun. Artie let me ride around with him on his chair and he picked out a couple of skirts for me." I had to turn around so I wouldn't gag in her face. I was jealous. I wanted that to be me. I didn't like to hear about what they did, but she was my best friend. I cared how her day was, and I could get over the fact that I wasn't happy she was with Wheels.

"How was yours? Did you go shopping with Quinn? You should have texted me and we totally could have met up at the mall!" B excitedly said. She really would have liked it if I did that.

"Yeah, sorry, I didn't think of it. Next time, maybe, B. We went shopping, it was a good time. Q bought hot clothes! It was weird. Next time you see her, she'll probably look super hot." I pulled the finished quesadilla off the burner and cut it, putting half on my plate and half on B's. Knowing her too well, I waited for her to try to immediately grab the food. I playfully slap her hand away. "Too hot, B. You'll burn yourself."

I can see her frown and she crosses her arms, but listens to me. "Q is always hot, San. Haven't you noticed that about her?" I turned to meet her face with a smirk. She was so flirty, all the time. I laughed. "Yeah, if you're into stretch marks…" B frowns and stares up at me with hurt eyes. "I'm kidding, B. Quinn is hot!" She immediately smiled and waited for me to sit down next to her. I took a bite of my quesadilla. Only after watching my face to see if it was too hot did B take a bite of hers.

We chatted and laughed as we ate dinner. It was so easy just being around her. Our friendship was effortless. She could tell with one look what I was thinking or feeling and I could do the same with her. It was so hard for either of us to hide anything from the other. B was in the middle of spouting off facts about dolphins. Seriously, this girl was like a sponge. She just kept going. I grabbed the plates and took them to the sink to wash them. We had a dishwasher, but for some unknown reason my mom chose to use it to store fucking paper towels. Yeah, she used our dishwasher as a storage unit. "It's only for special occasions, Santana. Your hands work, no?" she would always say to me. We used the dishwasher on Thanksgiving. Like I said, this house creeps me out.

I begin washing everything we got dirty. B is still talking behind me about dolphins… honestly. Suddenly, I feel her arms wrap around my waist and her head on my shoulder. "Thanks for the quesadilla, Sanny. It was delicious." She gives me a tight squeeze, and lets go to grab a towel to dry the dishes. She was gone too soon. I distinctly felt where she had been and wished she were there again.

I drained the water and put my hands up to my sore neck. God damn that couch… I tried kneading the muscles with my fingers to no avail. If this pain didn't go away, I was going to be slow at practice tomorrow and Coach would kill me before we even started. It's like she could smell when we weren't at top form. She was really creepy like that. "What's wrong with your neck, San?"

"I just slept funny on the couch, something's pinched. It'll be fine." I grabbed her hand and led her back to the living room. "Wanna watch a movie?" I noticed quickly I was no longer leading her and felt her begin to pull on my hand.

I felt her leading me to the couch. Hmm… where is this going, B? I think she could feel my apprehension. "Just relax. Sit down on the floor, right here." She positioned me where she wanted me. My back was leaning against the couch. She walked over to the entertainment center and grabbed a movie she hadn't seen before. She got it ready in the DVD player and pressed play. As soon as the DVD began playing, she had crawled behind me. Her legs were draped over the couch and on either side of me. I know from many times before that B gives the best massages… if that's what this is… I was excited.

She reached down, put her hands on my shoulders, and pushed me into a better position. We both stayed focused on the screen. I felt her fingers swiftly and magically tease away the tension in my neck and felt her strong hands knead away the pain that was ailing me before. B never went halfway with something. I knew this was going to be a long massage, they always were. Like I said… she never half-assed anything. Her thumbs worked on my back, her fingers pulled on my tight shoulders. She nimbly guided her fingers over my neck, pressing in all the right places. Her fingers went into the hair at the nape of my neck, softly massaging the muscles there. At this point, I was pretty much mind-orgasming. I love her fingers, so much. I miss what they can do… I felt her fingers fall inside my sweatshirt hood and reach my bare skin. She pushes, hard, into my shoulders and neck. It's painful, but I know she's working out the knots. When she's done with the painful part, she runs her fingers slowly over my skin, dragging them softly and teasingly across my warm flesh.

Suddenly, I feel her bend over me. Her face, again, is menacingly close to mine. Her warm lips meet my neck, just under my ear. And just like that, she's leaning back in the couch again. "Better?"

"Yes. Perfect. Thanks, B." I said, leaning into the space her open legs has allowed me. I pull her legs over my shoulders and cuddle them into my lap. Tentatively, I place a small kiss on her right calf and wrap my arms around her legs, hugging them. We sit like that for a few minutes. I give her legs a tight squeeze, and then slide them off of me to sit next to her on the couch so we can finish watching the movie. I toss the blanket over the two of us and cuddle into her side. She links my pinkie through hers. She's so close, but so far away.