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The next morning Rachel opened her eyes and tried to ignore the pounding in her head. She'd definitely had more to drink the night before than she'd ever had and she was regretting it.

One thing she didn't regret was the glorious ache in just about all of her muscles from the night before with Santana.

She allowed her fingers to dance along the tan, slender arm wrapped around her as she drifted between sleep and awake. She smiled and her eyes slid closed as she felt lips press against the back of her neck.

"Hi," Santana whispered.

"Morning," Rachel replied quietly. She brought Santana's palm to her lips and placed a gentle kiss there.

"That's about the only part of me that isn't sore this morning," Santana told her with a quiet laugh.

"And I thought I was sore because I'm out of shape," Rachel replied with a laugh of her own.

Santana shook her head. "Neither of us is out of shape…no conventional workouts use many of the muscles we worked last night."

Rachel sighed happily and pulled the cheerleader's arm around her tighter, burrowing back against her. "Last night was…"

"Amazing? Mind-blowing? Fantastic?" Santana supplied.

"The best night of my life," Rachel admitted softly. She turned so she was lying on her back and she caught Santana's eye for a moment before settling her gaze on the ceiling above her. "As annoying and self-centered and bossy as I am I never ever thought my high school experience would involve a night like last night."

"Rach, you are all of those things," Santana told her quietly, smiling when the girl next to her shot her a sharp look. "But you're also generous and caring and you're one of the most forgiving people I've ever met. And I feel kind of honored that I got to be your night. Because you were mine."

"I was your best too?" Rachel asked with wide eyes.

Santana shrugged, her expression turning embarrassed. "I've never felt like this about someone and to have a night like last night when it really meant something, it was beyond amazing. I know we've done it before, but last night felt different somehow."

"It did," Rachel agreed.

"Like it wasn't just about the sex," Santana mumbled, her face blushing a light crimson for a moment. "That's never what this was about. You get me more than I get me most times."

Rachel kissed her deeply and held it. And held it. It wasn't a hungry kiss. It had a purpose and Rachel was careful to put every emotion she felt into that kiss and she was assured her message was delivered when she caught the bewildered expression on her girlfriend's face when she pulled back.

"Breakfast?" Rachel asked with a grin.

Santana grinned back, knowing in that moment that she was exactly where she was supposed to be. "Sounds perfect."

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A few minutes later the girls were in the kitchen pouring coffee and they joined Puck, Quinn, Mercedes, Kurt, Brittany, Mike and Finn on the back deck.

"Morning," Rachel greeted everyone. She took a moment to think about her current surroundings. She'd just spent the night at Noah Puckerman's house after a party with her cheerleader girlfriend and was having morning coffee the next day with a group of football players and cheerleaders. It was everything she'd ever wanted; yet the thing that made her happiest was the knowledge that she had the love of someone special and she and the glee club would be sharing an amazing night the following night.

"Dude, we're going to kill it tomorrow night," Puck told them.

"Did anyone else hear someone humming the mash-up at like 3 o'clock this morning?" Mercedes asked.

Santana suddenly snorted and she and Rachel dissolved into a fit of laughter.

"That was me, I'm sorry," Rachel told them, sharing a private look with Santana, missing the strange looks everyone else was giving them.

"I need more sugar in my coffee," Santana told her quietly. "I'll be right back."

"I'm surprised she's drinking coffee," Quinn noted once Santana was out of sight.

Rachel sighed. "Believe me, I'm working on undoing the years of damage Sue Sylvester has done."

Quinn smiled warmly at her, realizing again how caring Rachel Berry could be. "She's really lucky to have you."

"Thanks, Quinn," Rachel replied with a smile. She watched as Puck, Finn and Kurt practiced a few of the moves from their number.

"So, Finnocence, you're cool with me and Rachel?" Santana asked as she sat back down next to her girlfriend.

Finn stopped dancing and nodded. "Of course."

Mercedes joined the other two guys as Finn moved to Rachel's side.

"Good," she replied. "Because if I have to sit through another Jesse's Girl moment, it won't be pretty."

"I'm not sure that was all about Rachel to be honest," he told her. He caught the look Rachel shot him and held up his hands with a smile. "You've been dating someone else pretty much the whole time. Relax."

"True," Rachel replied with a bashful smile.

He shook his head. "I just mean that I knew he never had good intentions and to see someone I care about being led on made me a little crazy."

"So you sang about wanting her?" Santana asked.

He shook his head. "I don't know, maybe I figured if she was with me she wouldn't be with him."

"I'm right here you know," Rachel suddenly interjected.

"And you were kind of cool with everything," Finn told Rachel. "I mean, you let your girlfriend take my v-card."

Suddenly everyone on the deck got very still and very quiet. Santana winced, her eyes closing against the wrath that was sure to follow.

Rachel's eyes got wide and she sat stunned for a moment, her eyes on Santana. "You told me you didn't…" She suddenly turned to him and pointed a finger at him. "You told me you couldn't go through with it. You both lied to me."

"Rachel, wait, let me explain," Santana said, standing up.

The rest of their friends watched with worried and surprised expressions at the events unfolding.

"You slept with him?" Rachel boomed, her eyes furious.

"You were gonna sleep with Jesse St. Jerkoff," Santana argued back. "And besides, if I remember correctly technically we were broken up."

"Technically? We broke up for 6 hours, Santana" Rachel ground out. "And I never would have gone through with it with Jesse. You know that."

Santana paused for a moment to take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Rachel, I was really mad at you that night and I did something stupid." She shot a glance at Finn and shook her head. "No offense."

He shook his head and made a quick motion with his hands telling her to focus her attention on Rachel. He knew from experience that she didn't like it when she was fighting with you and you didn't pay attention. He stood up from his chair and tried to round everyone up to give the other two some privacy.

Rachel and Santana stood on the deck, neither of them saying anything. Quinn gave her friend's hand a squeeze as she passed and once the door to the house was closed Santana faced Rachel again.

"I made a mistake," she said softly, taking a step towards the other girl. She tried to let her anger go, knowing it wouldn't get them anywhere.

"What if we fight again?" Rachel asked, none of her anger disappearing. "Will you run off and sleep with Noah?"

Santana's eyes narrowed. "Of course not."

"How do I know you won't?" Rachel asked, her jaw set and anger flashing in her eyes.

The cheerleader felt her own anger bubble up in her again. "I screwed up. Okay, I get it."

"You lied to me and slept with someone else," Rachel shot back. "I think that's one better than a screw up."

"I'm sorry," Santana told her.

"Are you sure you weren't subconsciously trying to get out of this with me?" Rachel asked suddenly.

"What?" Santana asked, her jaw clenched, trying not to say something stupid.

"You don't do relationships," Rachel pointed out. "Because of your dad. Maybe you wanted me to find out so I'd leave you."

"First of all, don't ever mention him again," Santana bit back. "And second? It was a stupid mistake. If you can't let it go then I'm not sure what we're doing."

Rachel's eyes narrowed. "You know what? Suddenly I'm not so sure what we're doing either."

Santana watched her go and once the door was shut again she let out a growl of frustration. She was pissed at herself for lying to Rachel in the first place.

She still remembered how Rachel had come to her house late that night. She'd been so sick with herself for leading Jesse on and Santana didn't spare him a second thought because she'd apparently shared Finn's affinity for disliking him intensely.

Santana had been sick with herself as well, but for entirely different reasons. She'd slept with Finn because she was mad at Rachel and then she lied to Rachel about it.

They made up that same night and Santana figured it would be best to keep that one secret from the other girl. If she found out it would only end up hurting her. The guilt of that night had been eating at her for months.

"S?" a voice called out from behind her, startling her.

Santana turned to find Quinn approaching and she sighed. "I always manage to find ways to take things to another level of horrible, don't I?"

"Don't beat yourself up," Quinn told her. "There were obviously circumstances."

"Well if my father taught me anything other than how to be an emotional retard, it's how to be a grade A asshole," she grumbled.

"S, come on," Quinn coaxed, wrapping an arm around her friend. "Your dad was a total ass, but you're not him. You don't ever have to be him if you don't want to be."

"I'll end up just like him whether I want to be or not," the brunette mumbled.

"You know that's not true," Quinn told her.

"Isn't it?" Santana wondered. "He's alone because he was a cheating, lying, asshole who couldn't stop hurting my mom. How am I any different?"

"You love her," Quinn told her quietly. "And she's crazy about you. You two will work it out."

"Did you see the way she looked at me?" Santana asked, her voice suddenly cracking as she pictured Rachel's face crumpling when she heard the truth. "I'll be surprised if she ever speaks to me again."

"Give her some time to cool off," Quinn suggested. "Tina drove her home so just give it a little time and then talk to her."

Santana's chin quivered and she shook her head, turning into Quinn, allowing the blonde to pull her into a hug. Her tears finally spilled over and she collapsed into a sobbing mess.

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