So thank you for all your kind reviews they always make my day. This chapter will be the last chapter until after Christmas and possibly the New Year too.

A little taster for what I have planned for the next chapter-Dave's funeral, flashbacks and some Pezberry fluff...

Happy holidays to all my readers, I hope you have a good time and get everything you wish for and have a happy New Year.

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"Santana its Rachel...please let me in"

Santana stood frozen behind the door...this had to be a dream, there was no way Rachel Berry was actually knocking on her door asking to be let in.

"Santana please...please let me in" The sound of a fist banging against the door knocked Santana back in to reality and to the fact that Rachel was defiantly outside her door.

Cautiously Santana moved towards the door, still wondering if this was some sort of sick dream that her grieving mind had made up. Yes she had admitted to herself that she had wanted someone...Rachel, to come home to and comfort her after this shitty day but she didn't expect it to play out in reality.

Opening the door, Santana's heart thudded in her chest; maybe Rachel was here for a different reason, like to get compensation for the $100 glass of champagne she had given her in the limo. The soft sympathetic smile that met her however told her otherwise.

"Hey" Rachel uttered softly slightly surprised that Santana had opened the door so quickly, she had expected for more resistance or at least that's what Puck had warned her about.

Santana didn't say anything right way, she just looked at Rachel like she couldn't believe that she was there at her front door. "...Hey" she said just as softly when she found her voice.

"Can...can I come in?" Rachel asked looking unsure now that she was face to face with Santana. She had played out different scenarios in her head as she ascended the stairs to Santana's apartment but now that it was the real thing she didn't know what to do or say despite all that Puck had told her.

"What are you doing here Rachel?" Santana mumbled so softly that Rachel almost had to strain to hear it.

"I came to make sure that you're alright...I know what happened ...to Dave and I'm so sorry" Rachel said still unsure exactly the Latina would react.

The brown eyes staring back at Rachel hardened and jaw clenched, she didn't want to be pitied. "I'm fine " Santana growled as she tried to close the door but Rachel stepped forward and used her foot to keep the door from shutting.

"Santana please" Rachel said trying to push against the door, but Santana was much stronger than she was. "We're worried about you, Puck asked me to come over and make sure you are alright"

"You spoke to Puck" The resistance on the door eased up and Rachel let herself relax for a moment "Yeah he got my number from Kurt through Blaine...he's worried about you Santana and so am I"

Santana sighed defeated "...I just need...I don't know, I'm fine really" she shrugged

"Really cause you don't look it...you look exhausted and your hand..." Rachel trailed off gesturing towards Santana's hand that was on the door frame stopping Rachel from entering, wincing.

Santana looked at her hands and winced as well, the shock of Rachel being at the door hand made her forget about the pain.

"It's fine...it's just...I'm just, I'm fine really. I need...to be alone right now" Santana sighed and shook her head trying to convince herself that that's what she really needed.

"You don't have to be alone, Puck doesn't want you to be alone...and neither do I" Rachel said as she gently applied more pressure to the door pushing it open, glad that Santana had stopped resisting.

"I just want to help...If it helps, Puck just gave me a quick brief of what happened and asked if I would check in with you he didn't say anything more, he just doesn't want you to be alone after suffering such a great loss." Rachel said as she placed a hand on Santana's forearm and smiled gently.

Santana looked at the hand on her arm before slowly making her way up to look at Rachel's comforting gaze. She felt her lip tremble and forced herself to bite back the tears that threatened to fall, shaking her head she moved letting Rachel even further in to the house.

Rachel looked at the broken woman in front of her "Come on let's clean your hand" she said as she lead Santana away from the door, closing it behind them. Rachel led Santana down the hall and looked in to the nearest room, finding the kitchen.

Entering the kitchen Rachel pulled out a chair and guided Santana in to it. Santana sat with her head bowed not looking at anything but her hands in her lap.

"Do you have a first aid kit?" Rachel asked as she looked about the kitchen.

"Yeah it's in the cupboard above the sink" Santana mumbled still not looking up.

After gathering all the things she thought she would need Rachel move to sit next to Santana at the table.

"You might have to keep me right I haven't done first aid in a while..." Rachel smiled trying to lighten the mood.

Santana's lips barely twitched "I'll keep you right"

Rachel gently placed Santana's hand on the table and uncurled her fist and gasped at the full extent of the damage. "Jesus Santana, what did you do?"

Santana shrugged but didn't say anything, wincing as Rachel started to pick out small pieces of mirror out of her knuckles with some tweezers.

"I can call my daddy and ask him to look over your hand if you want to make sure there's no serious damage...he's a doctor" Rachel said as she turned over Santana's hand and began pick the glass shards out of Santana's palm.

"No I'm good" Santana mumbled. "It'll be fine"

Rachel shot Santana a sad smile, it was very clear to Rachel from the minute the door opened that Santana was not fine despite what she was saying and Rachel hadn't expected her to be. She had just lost her best friend in the most tragic of ways and Rachel knew from experience that Santana would need someone there even if was just to be a sounding board for her anger and frustrations.

When Puck had phoned her she was a bit confused at who was exactly phoning her but after a brief introduction of "I'm Santana's mohawked friend" she was able to place the voice to a face. At first she had thought that he was phoning on behalf of Santana and their disaster of a date and that made her anger start to spike but she noticed the tone of his voice was off. It wasn't the same cocky voice that she had heard from him when she had met him at Nolan's Bar during Kurt and Blaine's date, instead it was soft and tight like he was trying not to cry as he relayed Rachel with the events of that day.

"I know this is a big ask Rachel, but could you please go over and check on Santana for me...she won't let anyone help her and she really needs someone to be there for her even if she doesn't want it" Pucks voiced held a silent plea that Rachel couldn't ignore. "And she can't go back to the way she was before it would kill her"

"Why me...I'm probably one of the last people she wants to see right now because if you hadn't heard our date was kinda a disaster" Rachel had highly doubted that Santana would want to see her after their date the night prior but the last part of Pucks sentence alarmed her.

"No Rachel you're the perfect person to do this trust me please...I'll owe you one please...please"

"Ok"

Santana winced and grunted as Rachel applied the rubbing alcohol to Santana's knuckles and Rachel had to grip her hand tighter when she tried to pull away.

"Sorry" Rachel mumbled even though she knew it had to be done.

Santana hissed out another breath when Rachel started cleaning her palm. It took Rachel another few minutes to clean Santana's hand and bandage it with only a few directions from Santana on how to get the bandage on properly.

Once she had finished putting all the stuff away she turned to Santana, not too sure on the next step she should take. She walked over and gently pulled at Santana's uninjured hand forcing her up out of the seat.

She led Santana in to the living room and sat down on the couch pulling Santana down with her. At first Santana sat next to her, upright and stiff but just when Rachel was about to try coax her in to more relaxed position curled in to her side, Santana moved so that she was lying on the couch curled up in to as much as a ball as she could and laid her head on Rachel's lap.

Rachel sat frozen for a few seconds at Santana's unexpected move but she pulled herself together quickly trying to ignore her heart thumping in her chest at the quite intimate position.

"If you want to talk about it I'm here Santana...even if you don't want to talk right now, in a few days, months whenever...I'm here" Rachel murmured as she stroked Santana's hair, she felt rather than seen Santana's shoulders shake from repressed sobs. "I'm here"

Rachel sat there stroking Santana's hair murmuring words of comfort until Santana cried herself in to a deep sleep


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When Santana woke she found herself alone on the couch and it took her a minute to remember what exactly happen before she cried herself to sleep on Rachel's Lap...on...Rachel's...lap...

Santana's eyes widened as she pulled herself up in to a sitting position ignoring the way the room spun for a moment and quickly searched for the tiny brunette. She thought quickly that she might have dreamt it all up, she had heard Sam and Mike talk about shit like that, like if you wanted something bad enough, it would go in to your subconscious and you would dream about it and stuff but one look at her bandaged hand confirmed it defiantly wasn't a dream.

The sound of a door closing from behind Santana made her jump and swivel round, wincing as her head pounded. There standing in her living room doorway was Rachel Berry.

"Oh you're up" Rachel smiled as she crossed the threshold in to the living room "How you feeling?"

Santana sat there frozen with her mouth open unable to form words. She felt herself flush; she must look like a fool sitting there like a fish out of water.

"I've got you some breakfast...and some coffee, I didn't know what you would like so I just got a selection of stuff" Rachel said quickly, motioning to the bags and cups in her hands.

"I uh...I...What time is it" Santana said as she looked around wide eyed for a clock still not believing that Rachel was there in her living room with breakfast.

"It's just past 8 in the morning, you slept all the way through and Puck phoned he said he'll pop over this afternoon to see you" Rachel smile as she headed in to the kitchen to plate up breakfast.

"Did you stay here last night?" Santana asked as she got up and followed Rachel in to the kitchen.

"Yeah, I did...is that ok? I ran back to my apartment to change then I picked up some breakfast this morning. Puck told me where your spare key was, I didn't want to you to wake up alone" Rachel smiled sheepishly over at Santana. "I uh also cleaned your bedroom up a bit...I was going to put you to bed last night so you weren't sore when you woke up from sleeping on the couch but uh there was a lot of glass on the floor and stuff... "

Santana bowed her head to hide her reddened cheeks. She knew that she couldn't always handle her emotions which was why she tried to bottle them up but usually they got the better of her and she lashed out at things and she was embarrassed that Rachel had to see that, especially when they were on rocky enough ground as it was.

"Santana, it's ok...what you're going through is difficult, I know that and it's understandable to lash out but as cliché as it is, talking also helps and I still mean what I said last night, if you ever want to talk I'm here ok?"

Santana nodded but didn't say anything as she moved to sit at the table letting the emptiness and pain engulf her as the shock of Rachel being in her apartment wore off and the reminder of Dave's death came back to her full force.

"Here if you don't want to eat at least have a few sips of coffee just to have something in you" Rachel said as she pushed a take away cup towards Santana followed by packets of sugar and some cream.

Santana mumbled a "Thank you" before taking a few sips of the black coffee in front of her.

The pair sat in silence as Santana finished her coffee and took a few bites of the bagel that Rachel put in front of her. An awkward silence fell between them after Santana had had enough of the bagel in front of her.

"So...um I've got to go now but I've left my number on the fridge if you ever need me just give me a call at anytime ok?" Rachel said as she pointed to the fridge and to a piece of paper clipped to it by a magnet of a naked woman that Santana had gotten from a Bro's holiday with Puck and Dave.

"Ok" Santana said softly as she stood and walked Rachel to the door. They stood there for a few seconds unsure if they should hug or just say goodbye but it was Rachel who acted first as she lent up and pressed a kiss to Santana's lips.

"Just remember Santana you do have people you care about you and they are always more than willing to help even when you don't ask for it" she said as she pulled away from the shocked Latina.

"Thank you" Santana mumbled when she found her voice "Thank you for being there"

"Any time" Rachel smiled softly as she turned away and began walking towards the stairwell, she turned back and sent Santana another small smile over her shoulder before descending the stairs.

Santana closed the door and smiled to herself and sent a prayer up to Dave knowing that he was already working his magic from up above.


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