A.N: Sorry for any spelling errors.


A Real Plan


Rachel entered her home in defeat, her shoulders slouched. What the hell happened? Rachel's mind kept going back to the one explanation that made sense. But how could it be bad enough for her to run away without her jacket or shoes, that's just a bit insane… Rachel scratched her head shutting her door and walking back over to her basement.

What was she supposed to do now, it's not like she can kick everyone out but she couldn't just let Santana run away from whatever happened. Over the last few months she had come accustomed to Santana and had even started to recognize her tendencies. Such as the stages that she was surly going through at the moment, like the "I will never feel again, and all emotions suck" or maybe even the "everything is my fault" stage. Unfortunately for Rachel she had discovered that Santana was really a good person, a good person who put up hard walls to keep her safe. Somehow Rachel had knocked one or two down, but when Santana had things like this happen to her she tended to try to curl back up.

Rachel sighed loudly, walking to her staircase.

"There you are," Quinn called, reaching the top of the stairs. Rachel snapped her neck up to look at Quinn with wide eyes.

"Y-you were looking for me?" Rachel asked softly.

Quinn features soften for a moment as she studied Rachel, looking down at her and leaning down on the side of the wall, "well it's just I saw you run off after Brittany came downstairs," Quinn shrugged, "I just wanted to make sure everything was okay,"

Rachel curiosity faded, nodding slowly, "Yeah…"

"Where is Santana?" Quinn asked looking around Rachel's shoulder to the empty room, "Is she in one of your rooms?"

"She uh," Rachel started scathing the back of her head, and clearing her throat, "She went home…"

"But her jacket is still downstairs?" Quinn questioned

"Yeah,"

"And her shoes are right over there," Quinn pointed out, nodding towards Santana loose pair of shoes.

Rachel looked back for a couple of seconds trying to collect her racing mind; she could only handle so much. After the drama with Santana it was hard for Rachel to then wrap her mind on not making a complete fool out of herself in front of Quinn, which she desperately didn't want to happen

"She uh, I uhm let her borrow some more comfortable shoes to walk home in," Rachel concluded looking back to Quinn.

Quinn looked down at Rachel for a while longer, confused but accepting her story,

"Alright," Quinn slurred, "Well are you coming back down, everyone misses you," Quinn motioned behind her back.

"They miss me?" Rachel asked tilting her head to the side,

"Well you know I miss you," Quinn murmured, her alcohol induced tongue giving way.

Rachel blushed slightly, smiling softly, "well I can't leave you waiting," Rachel grinned.

"Right," Quinn laughed.

They stood silent and still for a little until Quinn lunged forward grabbing Rachel's hand in her own, "Come on silly," She laughed, tugging Rachel along with her down the stairs.

Rachel's heart was racing her insides turning into mush, every coherent thought in her mind disappearing once Quinn had grabbed her hand, she just couldn't help it. How could one girl have this much effect on Rachel it wasn't fair, but she really wasn't complaining it felt amazing. Even when they had finally made it downstairs Quinn did not let go of her hand, pulling her across the room away from Brittany and Artie making out in the corner and towards Mike and Tina.

"Hey there Rachel," Tina smiled, her eyes briefly glancing down to their hands, but merely brushed it off as friendly. "This party has been really fun thank you; it's been nice to get away from our Asian families,"

Mike chuckled shrugging his shoulders and wrapping one arm around Tina.

"Yeah thanks for coming," Rachel spurted out, not really able to think of anything else she could say. She could feel the warmth coming off from the blonde beside her and at that moment she could not remember anything else in the world. No longer did she think and worry about Santana or think about what could have happened to her and Brittany. She could only think of Quinn at her side holding her hand, and at that moment she really had no idea why she would think of anything else, it wasn't very often that she had this kind of opportunity.

"Want to go grab some more drinks?" Quinn asked. Rachel nodded quickly not trusting her own voice.

Quinn grinned, running over to the table and picking up a bottle with her free hand handing it to Rachel, "Here you are my lady," she giggled.

Rachel felt a rush when hearing it, even though she knew it was ridiculous to get so eager on such small things she could not help herself. Giggling, Rachel held the bottle bringing it to her lips for a sip, watching Quinn do the same. Rachel was about to lower her bottle when she saw Quinn continue to chug back the drink, her eyes squeezed shut. Rachel watched her following her lead, continually drinking the strong alcohol. It was only when Quinn had finished the entire bottle did she slam it back on the table

Quinn pumped her fist, shaking her head "Wahoo!" she cheered bouncing lightly on her feet playfully. Rachel widened her eyes, lowering the half empty bottle from her lips staring at Quinn in amusement.

"Wow you really finished that fast," Rachel commented nodding tot the empty bottle.

"This is supposed to be a party though right!" Quinn laughed shaking out her hips, "Come dance with me Rachel!"

Rachel chocked on her drink dropping it to the table, "There is not music," Rachel question as Quinn tugged her into the corner.

"Who needs music?" She grinned, messing up her blonde hair.

Rachel gaped not sure how to position herself, why was Quinn all of sudden acting so different so touchy feely. Rachel though wasn't complaining as Quinn danced close to her, moving to an invisible rhythm that she could only hear in her mind. Rachel tried to catch up, dancing back and forth but without and music she found her actions were clumsy and slightly awkward.

"Sway your hips Rachel!" Quinn laughed grabbing hold of Rachel and moving her in her hands.

Rachel's breath caught within her throat, her eyes bulging as she felt Quinn's warm presence so close. Nothing like this had ever happened to Rachel the only person she had ever really danced with was Finn.

Shit Finn. Rachel looked around wildly for the tall boy, her eyes scanning the area in quick succession. Looking around she found Lauren, Puck, Kurt, Sam, and Mercedes at the other end, Mike and Tina not far from them, and Brittany still on the lap of Artie's lap their mouths still mashed together.

Brittany…

Santana…

Rachel's mind swept back to her previous thoughts before Quinn had intruded in her sensory. Santana was running away, tears and everything, and now Brittany was making out with Artie, something wasn't right…

Turning back she found Quinn's mouth gaped as she tried to get closer to Rachel. Rachel should have been given some award, thrown a celebratory parade for what she was about to do she would never forgive herself for.

"Hey," Rachel murmured to Quinn, "Hey stop," her hands raised to her shoulders slightly pushing her away.

"Why?" Quinn whined stepping back, looking down at Rachel with a pout.

Rachel could feel her stomach tighten at the noise. Wasn't this exactly where Rachel wanted to be with Quinn, close, maybe close enough to start actually making some progress in this ridiculous plan of Santana's and Rachel's? But if Rachel was ever to get with Quinn she wouldn't want the blonde to be able to slip away right after blaming the effects on alcohol, she wouldn't allow that.

"I'm worried about Santana," Rachel admitted truthfully,

Quinn grimaced, before snickered stepping back towards Rachel, "come on I'll help you forget,"

Rachel felt and words that were about to come out, now stinking in the back of her throat. Quinn's eyes were dark her body hot from the steamy room, and cause of their dance. Rachel blinked a few times trying to order her mind back into place; did Quinn even know what she was saying?

"N-no," Rachel stuttered, "Go find Finn," Rachel suggested sadly, it was the last place where Rachel wanted her but she had no other choice in the matter.

"I don't want to find Finn," Quinn grumbled, "He is such an idiot."

Rachel frowned biting her lower lip, looking down at Quinn swaying hips in a trance.

"Quinn come on," Rachel groaned, "You'll only regret this, you will make Finn jealous,"

"Exactly," Quinn grinned, grabbing Rachel's shoulders.

Oh.

It finally clicked in Rachel's mind, of course Quinn didn't really want to dance with her, like everything else Quinn did, this was just another with an ultimate goal, using Rachel to get what she wanted. Rachel had no trouble this time pushing away Quinn. If here was one thing Rachel would never allow it was to be used, she was better than that.

"I have to go," She grumbled finally turning around from the shocked Quinn towards Kurt.

"Hey Rachel," Kurt acknowledged,

"Hey, I have to go out for a bit, can you make sure they don't break anything?" She asked looking around at the group.

"Sure," He nodded, "Shouldn't be too hard their really just a room full of cats,"

Rachel chuckled softly smiling at Kurt, "Thank you,"

"Anytime," he smiled back.

Rachel sighed grabbing her jacket and Santana's, heading back upstairs putting on her shoes, and then again picking up Santana's discarded ones. She decided it was probably best if she didn't drive, even though she felt fine she never would take the chance, and Santana's house was only a twenty minute walk away. So with no further interruptions Rachel headed out the door.

Finally Rachel had reached the Lopez's house, she pondered silently on how she would get in, Santana had left her phone at Rachel's, which she currently held in her pocket. Looking over she noticed that Maribel was home with her car in he driveway, and Rachel had no intent on making her worry on why Rachel was over so late.

Rachel walked around to their backyard, opening their wooden fence till she was facing the opposite side of the large house. Looking around she found some wood chips which she picked up quickly craning her neck to look at the glowing window of Santana's she was home at least.

Shifting the wood in her hard she delicately picked one up throwing it up at the window, to her dismay it hit the outer edge making a softer sound then a feather. Frowning she dumped the rest of the wood chips, looking around till she found a couple of pebbles. She was slightly worried about cracking the glass, did this actually work of was it just in the movies for a reason? Who even did this?

Shaking her head she grumbled to herself, snapping her arm forward throwing the second pebble at Santana's window, this time hitting it. She waited a few moments but when no movement stirred in her room she had to throw another, and then another, and then one more.

Finally after the fourth Rachel saw movement in her room, a shadow falling over the window before grasping it and pulling away peering outside.

"Hello?" Santana's voice gently called out into the dark night.

"Santana!" Rachel shouted softy, "Santana it's me Rachel let me in!"

"Berry," Santana gasped, "Why the hell are you here?"

"When a friend runs off without shoes, or any of her personal belongings people usually get a bit worried," Rachel grumbled, "I came to see if you are okay."

"I am, you can go back to your party now,"

"Don't you dare do that," Rachel called out before Santana closed the window, "Don't shut me out Lopez, no let me in or I will somehow get in by force!"

Santana stood in silence peering down at Rachel from her room, "You couldn't," Santana rolled her eyes.

"Don't test me," Rachel growled "I have been on the football team for a while and I have the muscles to prove it,"

Santana sighed pulling her hands down her face, "shit," Santana groaned, "Fine meet me at the backdoor,"

Rachel grinned satisfied, jumping over to the screen door on her back porch waiting patiently until she heard the unmistakable padding of feet. The lock clicked, the door opening slowly Santana leaning on one of the walls,

"Well get in Berry," She mumbled opening the door wider.

Rachel didn't need to be told twice and quickly jumped in looking around in the dark house,

"Just be quiet, my mom just went to bed," She muttered, leading Rachel up the stairs towards her dark room.

Rachel followed silently trying to cause the less amount of noise. Finally once they were in the room Santana closed the door walking over to her bed sitting on the edge, looking up at Rachel. Now that they were in the light, Rachel could see Santana's face, her eyes were red and puffy, and all together she just looked exhausted,

"Are you okay?" Rachel asked quickly,

"What do you think?" Santana grumbled, grabbing a pillow to place in her lap for comfort.

Rachel grimaced walking closer to Santana handing her shoes, jacket and phone. "You left these when you ran out," she explained.

Santana nodded sighing and putting them away, "Thanks."

Rachel nodded, walking to the other side of her room, sitting down on her small chair, facing her mirror. Rachel turned around straddling the chair and placing her chin on the back rest, her eyes glued to Santana.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" Rachel questioned, Santana looking down sheepishly.

Santana nibbled on her lip, trying to decide on what to exactly to say, "They know,"

"What do you mean they know?" Rachel asked looking quizzical at Santana,

"That you know," Santana suggested looking up at Rachel, "That we kissed," She sighed

Rachel widened her eyes her nerves wracking in her body, or right. Rachel had almost forgotten about the uncomfortable and awkward kiss.

"Oh," Rachel acknowledged, "So…?"

"So Brittany got all jealous and ran away when she was playing beer pong with us,"

"Right, I was there…"

"Well when I went to go see what was going on she attacked me," Santana explained.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" Rachel said now concerned.

Santana snickered shaking her head, "No, no not like that." Santana tried to explain, "She kissed me," she whispered.

"Oh," Rachel said, widening her eyes, "Oh!"

"Yeah well," Santana sighed "Long story short I asked her not to leave told her again that I loved her and she still left, but with good reason."

"What do you mean?"

"She brought up all this stuff that I did to her in sophomore year, and before then I guess,"

"What did you do?"

"I used her mostly, would blame her for whenever we had sex, and would constantly go back to guys to try to prove to myself and I guess her that I was straight," Santana admitted.

"But," Rachel whispered, "That gives her no right to play around with you now, to make out with you and then run back downstairs to Artie?"

Santana physically flinched at his name, puckering her lips, "Well I was prey horrible in the past."

"You were also coming to terms with your sexuality Santana," Rachel cooed, "It isn't fair for Brittany to blame you so harshly, you were probably thinking things that were ten times worse about yourself at that time."

"Well it doesn't really matter anymore," Santana sighed, "And well I couldn't handle being at the party anymore so ran," Santana explained "Sorry for running away from you by the way, I just couldn't bring myself to face you at that moment, I was so weak."

"It's alright Santana," Rachel slurred, "I understand."

"Well I came home and all I wanted was my mom," Santana sighed, "I needed her,"

"So what did you do?"

"I told her," Santana admitted softly,

"You told her? "Rachel gasped, "You told her what?"

"That I'm gay," Santana whispered for the second time that night.

Rachel sat in silence as she tried to wrap her head around what she had just said, "You told her?"

"Yeah,"

"Wow," Rachel mumbled, "Wow that's just wow, that's really strong of you Santana, how did it go?" Rachel asked "You know when you told her,"

"I think she was a bit shocked," Santana shrugged, "But she took it well, she comforted me, told me she loved me… everything that a mother should say,"

Rachel smiled standing up and walking to Santana, leaning down she wrapped her hands around Santana. Santana stiffened for a moment, but slowly relaxed into the comforting hug.

"I am so proud of you," Rachel whispered pulling away, "That was really strong of you,"

Santana shrugged sighing, "It made me feel better for a little, but now all I can think about is Britt,"

Rachel grimaced sitting beside her on the bed, it slightly dipped down at her weight.

"You should have seen her Rach, she got so angry at the thought of you and me,"

Rachel nodded, "Yeah Quinn seemed weird after too, she started trying to grind with me,"

"What!" Santana gasped looking at Rachel "The ice queen?"

"Yeah, I mean, well I think she drunk,"

"But still,"

"And then when I said I was worried about you," Rachel paused thinking back on the memory," Well she said 'I'll help you forget about her,'"

"What the hell," Santana mumbled.

"I know,"

"What's up with their twisted logic?" Santana grumbled, "We can be out there with a sign saying I love you and they brush us off, but at the first sight of anything more than friends between us they suddenly throw themselves at us."

"It's really ridiculous, I mean, they should get their priorities in order,"

"-wait Rachel," Santana tried to interrupt, standing up,

"If they think they can get away with showing no interest for so long, and then go on a jealous rampage they got something else coming for them."

"-Rachel I think,"

"I want them to realize it on their own, it isn't fair that we have to go through this, really they should mature a bit, they are acting like teenage boys controlled by their hormones,"

"-Rachel!"

Rachel looked up with bug eyed, Santana towering over her, "what?"

"I think I got it!" Santana said with glee,

"Got what?"

"A plan," Santana cheered, "Like a honest to god real plan!"

Rachel looked up as Santana bounced around, "Well what is it?"

"You know how those two get jealous at us when they think we are in a relationship?"

Rachel nodded, not following her, "Well yeah I was there tonight,"

"Well why don't we 'get together'" she said, lifting her hands.

"What do you mean get together,"

"Like as in a relationship," Santana beamed, "A fake one of course!"

Rachel looked back at Santana dumbfounded, was she really suggesting?

"You…" Rachel grumbled, "You want us to get together?"

"Not really," Santana sighed, "obviously we kind of proved that tonight, we wouldn't be good in that way," Santana sat back down beside Rachel, "But we saw how Quinn and Brittany acted after even the thought of a misunderstanding of us being together, they threw themselves at us."

"Maybe I don't want Quinn to throw herself at me," Rachel mumbled, "Maybe I want her to come to that realization by herself,"

"Don't be so naive Rachel," Santana grumbled, "everyone knows Quinn needs a push, and this is just what she needs!"

"I don't know…" Rachel whispered, "Would we be open?" She asked, "Would I have to come out of the closet for you Santana?"

"I…" Santana said now looking up confused, "I don't know, that's a little tricky,"

"Yes,"

"Well we would have to at some time right?" Santana said shrugging her shoulders,

Rachel gaped looking at her, "Are you kidding, how you can totally be okay with this?"

"You want to know why?" Santana asked, "Because I am desperate, and I hate it, if this is what it takes for Brittany and Quinn to get some sense kicked into them then maybe that's what we have to do,"

"B-but,"

"How far are you willing to go for love Rachel?" Santana asked.

Rachel looked down, for a while not sure what to say. "Well I mean when you put it that way,"

"I'm scared too," Santana said softly, "I can't even believe these words are leaving my mouth right now," Santana admitted.

"I know," Rachel sighed, me too,"

"A week ago I would have thought I was crazy," Santana whispered, "But after everything tonight it made me wake up, I am done with all this floating around we need to start doing some serious game playing."

"Right," Rachel whispered, "Right of course we need to, obviously they both work with jealousy so let's give them something to be jealous to be about."

"Exactly," Santana nodded, "But to make this work…" She paused grimacing, "We can't tell anyone about it,"

"Right…"

"Not even our parents," Santana murmured, "It has to be as real as possible for them not to suspect anything, I kind of told Brittany I would never date you so she probably won't believe this at first,"

"Maybe I should talk to her," Rachel suggested,

"What do you mean?" Santana asked

"Maybe I should tell her to keep her paws off my girlfriend or I'll go all football player on her,"

"Oh please," Santana rolled her eyes, "Brittany could take you any day,"

"That's not a nice thing to say to your girlfriend,"

"Don't get so full of yourself Rachel," Santana laughed.

Rachel laughed, standing up, "We are insane," Rachel shook her head, "This is crazier than me wanting to be on the football team,"

"A bit," Santana agreed,

"Not a bit," Rachel grumbled "a lot!"

"Love makes people do crazy things," Santana sighed, "hopefully they see that,"

Rachel nodded, looking back at Santana, "Okay well I think we should think a story,"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, when people start asking how we got together we need an answer," Rachel explained

"Right well, we were good friends," Santana started, "We kissed at the party both freaked out, I ran out and you came to find me…" Santana began pondering her thoughts.

"I confronted you, and then well you know,"

"I don't like this story," Santana grumbled.

"Why not?"

"I sound so weak,"

"Oh stop acting like a tough bear Santana you're not,"

"Shut up," Santana mumbled, "Other people don't need to know that do they?"

"Whatever," Rachel rolled her eyes, "So officially starting right now you are my 'girlfriend',"

Santana gulped loudly, her brain trying to figure out a way to get out of this; even though she made it she knew it was extremely risky and stupid, "Right."

"This week is going to be hell," Rachel said slowly,

"Yep," Santana sighed, "coming out with a fake girlfriend will defiantly have its downs."

"At least you are dating a jock,"

"I suppose that is a small win, even though I can still beat your ass,"

"Let's not start this relationship on a negative note," she teased.

"Oh shut up Berry,"

"Now that's really not girlfriend material," Rachel wagged her finger, "You can't wall me Berry, midget, dwarf, man hands, or anything like that anymore,"

Santana grumbled softly to herself, looking back up at Rachel, "Fine I'll try not to call you that but I can't promise anything,"

"This is going to be a disaster," Rachel sighed.

"Everything we do is…"


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