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Zoe's POV

I should say something.

No! She might freak out. I don't just want to blurt out and ask her if she likes me.

But poor thing is probably suffering from this...

As Zoe debated complicated matters in her head, she watched as Santana stood in the kitchen, struggling to order their dinner from Breadsticks, a popular restaurant in Lima, over the phone.

"What do you mean, you don't deliver?" she yelled into the phone. She sighed as the person on the other line talked."I can't come and pick up an order. That's like, an hour walk, and I can't drive because my parents are out of town and took it with them." She seemed to get angrier as she listened to the phone. "Yeah, I'm sorry, too. Because you guys are not getting any of my money today. Get a delivery system! I want my god damn breadsticks!" She pressed the hang up button angrily and growled. She looked at the clock, which read 5:30 pm. The night before, after Santana had kissed her on the forehead, she lay on the couch, wide awake, thinking about everything that had happened for a long time. It wasn't until 1:30 am when she went to sleep, and she had woken up the next morning at 12:45 pm. She was exhausted. Her and Santana basically watched TV, and laid on the couch together and talked. With her injuries and the nonstop rain there wasn't many other things they could do, and almost the entire time, Zoe couldn't stop thinking about Santana's kiss. Not just because she knew now that Santana was into her, but because she felt something when she had kissed her. A spark had gone off inside of her and ignited this strange feeling, and the more time she spent with Santana, the more this emotion grew inside of her. The feeling was incredible, but also terrifying.

Santana sighed. "Well, there goes our dinner plan," she mumbled.

Zoe shrugged. "Why don't we just order pizza instead?"

Santana nodded in agreement, dialing a number she had obviously memorized. She put it to her ear.

"Jose?" she said. "Yeah, it's Santana. Bring the usual." As she listened to this so-called Jose, she rolled her eyes. "You know my adress, idiot. And bring it quickly. I have a starving, injured girl with me." She listened to Jose speak, and her face suddenly filled with annoyance. She began to yell into the phone angrily with quickly-spoken Spanish. Zoe's eyes widened- she didn't even know Santana could do that. And although Zoe had been learning Spanish since she was little and was getting pretty good at it, she didn't understand much of what Santana was saying because of her rapid way of speaking. After a minute or two of this, she said goodbye and hung up.

"Uhm, everything okay?" Zoe said softly, hoping not to make her any more angry than she already was.

Santana smiled. "I'm fine. He's bringing the pizza in about an hour. It takes a while to make."

Zoe was about to question what had just happened, but she decided not to. She sighed and shifted her aching body uncomfortably.

Suddenly, Santana's phone rang. She looked down and sighed. "It's Rachel," moaned Santana. "I should take this. Sorry."

"It's fine," Zoe replied. She didn't mind at all.

Santana smiled, a flash of a mysterious emotion hiding behind the rich, dark color of her brown eyes. She grabbed her phone and walked down the hallway and into another room.

Santana's POV

Mentally preparing herself, Santana pressed the green Answer button and put the phone to her ear, not even getting enough time to say hello first.

"Where were you and Zoe at school today?" Rachel yelled. "Did you ditch again?! Don't be a bad influence on her!"

"Calm down, Dwarf, we had to skip," muttered Santana coolly.

"What do you mean?" questioned Rachel.

Santana wondered if she should tell the complete truth about how her father had hurt her. She decided she better not; it could be to personal to share. "Zoe fell down stairs and she scraped her foot and bruised her stomach really bad. She's not letting me call the doctor because she swears she doesn't need one, so I insisted on taking care of her," she explained.

"Ohmygod, is she okay?!" Rachel exclaimed.

"Yeah, she's fine. Don't worry about it."

"Well then, I forgive you for missing glee. We had a really good class today, though. I wish you hadn't of missed it. Mercedes sang a great song."

"Mmm," Santana muttered halfheartedly in response. Rachel continued to blabber, but Santana began to lose focus and space out.

After Rachel was finally done with filling her in about every detail she missed in glee club, there was a small pause on the line, and Santana knew what Rachel was about to talk about.

"Hey, um, I wanted to talk to you about... what you told me a few days ago," said Rachel. The tone of her voice had changed; it was softer, more gentle.

Santana sighed and looked down. "Do we have to?"

"Of course we do!" Rachel said. "We can't just not talk about it."

Yeah we can, thought Santana. But she decided not to say it. "Okay, fine," she said. "What do you want to know?"

"Why did you tell me?" she asked. "Why not Brittany or something?"

Santana chuckled. "'Cause Brittany would probably tell everyone," Santana said. "I love her to death, but she's not exactly trustworthy when it comes to secrets. That Fondue for Two show she does reveals just about everything about everyone at our school. I can't risk that."

"Is... Brittany the girl you like?"

Santana's eyes widened. "What? No! No, not Brittany."

"Please tell me who it is!" pleaded Rachel. "I'm dying over here! Is it that Cheerio with the wavy red hair? She's pretty. Rebecca, or something?"

Santana vaguely knew who that was. "No! I've never even talked to her."

Rache began to rapidly list people. "Is it Sugar? Tina? Is it Quinn? It's Quinn, isn't it?"

Santana shook her head, slightly annoyed, yet somehow amused. Through small giggles, she said, "No, no, no, it's not any of those people."

Rachel paused. "...is it me?"

"Not in a million years, hobbit," she joked.

"Tell me! Please?"

Santana was silent. She contemplated if she had enough courage to tell her. "Is it someone on the Cheerios?" asked Rachel.

"No," she said. "She's not a cheerleader. She hates cheerleading."

"Is she in Glee?"

Santana froze. If she answered yes, this was narrowing it down to a hell of a lot of people. She opened her mouth, then shut it again, not sure what to say.

"Ohmygod," she heard Rachel say over the phone. "It's Zoe, isn't it?"

Santana's stomached dropped. "Um... maybe?"

Rachel squealed. "That is so cute, Santana!"

"It's not cute! It's torturous! She's straight."

"How do you know that?"

"She kissed some guy in the band."

"So? That doesn't mean she's straight. She could like girls, also."

Santana scoffed. "I doubt it."

"Don't give up, Santana!" she exclaimed. "She's at your house right now. Make a move! See what happens."

"But I don't want to ruin our friendship," Santana moaned. "If I can't have her as my girlfriend, I at least need her as a friend." She sighed. "Rachel, I... I don't know what I'd do if she ever stopped being my friend. I don't know what I would do without her. I like her so much."

"Wow," said Rachel. "Really? I never thought I would be saying this, but that's so sweet, Santana. Look, just make a really small move, something subtle, and if she seems to try to block you out, then stop. Who knows- she could be into it! Santana, she could be into you!"

A faint sound came from Rachel's line. "Listen, I gotta go. My dads just got home from seeing some movie. I'll see you on Monday, 'kay?"

"Yeah, alright," she said. "And, uh... Thanks, Rachel." She never thought in a million years she'd ever be caught dead being friends with Rachel. But now that she was 17 years old, 18 in a few months, she felt much more mature and accepting than her 15-year-old sophomore self, when she started glee. She was such a jerk back then. Santana wondered how she could ever live with herself 3 years ago. Glee was her family, and nothing was going to change that.

"No problem," replied Rachel in a bouncy tone. "Bye!"

Hanging up the phone, Santana took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. She tried to calm her nerves by shaking her hands, but she accidentally slammed it into her window.

"Ow," she muttered, looking at the window.

Her eyes widened.

She watched as several snowflakes began to fall in front of her window. She hadn't even noticed that it had started snowing. A giant smile spread across her face as she watched the snow lightly coat the outside world, turning it into a white, winter wonderland.

She raced out of her room and over to the couch, where Zoe was trying to re-position herself.

"Hey Santana, what did Rachel-"

"Nevermind that," said Santana with rushed words. She grabbed Zoe's hand, careful to help her up off the couch. Zoe winced in pain many times.

"Where are you taking me?" asked Zoe through strained grunts of pain. Santana wrapped her arms around her shoulders and waist, helping her limp in the direction of the front door. Santana let go for a split second to open the door, and she felt the cool, crisp air rush through her clothes. As they walked out from the awning, Zoe gasped.

"Snow!" she exclaimed. She giggled in happiness, looking up in the sky. "Finally! After all that rain..." She attempted to let go of Santana and walk on her own, but after she took one step, she began to fall. Santana quickly caught her before she fell to the ground. Santana looked up and realized she had fallen right into her arms, and their faces were practically inches away. Santana was stunned for a second before she felt herself blush and look down.

"Sorry," Zoe said softly, still looking at Santana. "I-I guess I can't stand on my own yet."

Santana tried to keep looking down, but she couldn't keep herself from looking at her again. She couldn't keep her eyes off of her. After a few heartbeats of silence, Santana cleared her throat. "Uh, here. Let's sit down on my steps." She helped her walk down the few steps and sit down. Zoe looked up at the sky and smiled. Snow was already sprinkled on her hair, the bright white flakes standing out on the dark blue. Her emerald eyes reflected the cloudy, dim light.

"It's beautiful," she murmured.

Santana continued to look right at her. "Yeah," Santana agreed, smiling a little.

Santana thought about what Rachel said. Right at that moment would be a perfect time to try something. But what? Her heart was racing. She wasn't sure what to do.

So she kissed her on the cheek.

Her icy cheeks felt smooth under her lips, and she felt a short rush of electricity surge through her. She imagined what it would be like actually kissing her, if just kissing her on the cheek felt this good.

After Santana pulled back, she was afraid of what was going to happen next. Zoe turned to her, light reflecting so many emotions in her giant eyes. There was a small silence before Zoe said something that Santana never expected to say.

"Why didn't you kiss me on the lips?"

Stunned, Santana opened her mouth. "W-what?" she stuttered.

Zoe shrugged. "Well, it's obvious you like me a lot. You've kissed me twice in the past 24 hours. So why haven't you kissed me?"

Santana didn't even know what to say, or even think. Her mind was reeling. "I... Um..."

Zoe giggled. "Were you afraid?" Zoe paused for an answer, which she didn't get. "Santana, it's okay that you have feelings for me. You could have just told me. I don't mind."

Santana felt tears rush down her cheeks, which were so cold they felt like melting icicles dripping down her face. She didn't even know why she was crying- she assumed she just felt relieved.

"Yeah, I-I guess I was af-fraid," she stammered. "That you would think I'm creepy, or something."

Zoe frowned and wiped a cold tear from Santana's cheek. Her fingers felt soft on her face. "Why would I ever think that?"

Santana looked down. "Because some of the people at are school can be such jerks. They can be so unaccepting. I was afraid if I told you, you would either stop being friends with me, or tell everyone, which would cause everyone at school to look at me so differently and make them feel like they have the right to be awful to me..."

Zoe scoffed. "They're all jerks. Forget about them."

Santana closed her eyes. "I can't. I care to much about what other people think."

"Don't," replied Zoe. "Appearance and social status isn't everything. If you care about them too much, it can make you sick. Being who you are is what's important. You should trust me, and same with the people in Glee. We all accept you for who you are."

Santana looked at Zoe. "You... are literally incredible."

Zoe looked away, a worried look in her eyes. Santana sighed. "I won't kiss you again, though. I'm sorry. I'll just get over my feelings, because obviously you don't feel the same way, and-"

"Santana, stop," Zoe said. She said it in a harsh tone, a way Santana had never heard her use before.

"...What?" asked Santana. Her insides began churning. She felt the snow begin to come down harder, and even though she could feel herself getting colder, she didn't acknowledge it.

"You're... you're making me really confused," she said, scrunching her face together.

Santana raised an eyebrow. "I don't get what you're talking about. Did I give you too many of those pain killers today or something?"

Zoe looked straight at her in the eyes. Santana tried to read her emotions, but so many of them were flying through her eyes at once. Santana couldn't help but push back a small strand of blue hair that was in her face. After she had done this, she watched as Zoe raised her hand to Santana's cheek and rubbed her thumb across her jawline slowly. Santana closed her eyes, taking in the feeling of this soft, passionate gesture. She let herself lean into her hand. She opened her eyes, and Zoe's eyes seemed to be much more calm, with a look of pure serenity filling her warm eyes.

Quicker than Santana could process what was going on, Zoe leaned in, closed her eyes, and pressed her lips against Santana's.

The next chapter will continue directly where this left off, like a part 2. Hope you enjoyed! Finally, they have kissed! :D