"That egg did amazing things to your hair," James reached over and touched Rachel's hair, but added after a glare from this daughter, "Although it was non-vegan and really wrong."

Quinn and Brittany snickered at the father-daughter interaction. They smiled at the pair, wishing they had that kind of relationship with their dads. However, Quinn's father kicked her out and Brittany's father couldn't really care less where she was or what she was doing. James had become the perfect father figure to the two essentially parentless girls.

James's phone rang, which he answered with a smile, "Hey…of course…alright. See you." He hung up and announced to the girls, "It seems like we'll be having an addition dinner guest."

Before they could ask who the waitress appeared. She asked for everyone's drink order and told Brittany to make sure there were no mice in her water before she started drinking it. Everyone looked questioningly at Brittany who just shrugged it off.

"So dad," Rachel turned to her father, "Who is daddy bringing?"

James was about to answer when movement caught his eye. He smiled, "Why don't you ask him?"

When they turned around they were all slightly stunned. A frazzled, nervous looking Santana was standing next Rachel's daddy. No one said anything for a long moment. The first person to move was Rachel who stood up and drug her father to the side, leaving Santana to stare at the floor and fidget nervously alone.

After some angry whispering, Rachel huffed and sat back down in her chair.

Trevor, Rachel's daddy smiled at Santana, "Have a seat honey." He pulled out the chair for her across from Brittany and she sat down, keeping her eyes on the table. She didn't know why she was suddenly wracked with nerves so much so that she was almost paralyzed.

When the waitress returned, she handed out the drinks and looked at the two newcomers. When she saw Santana she mumbled, "Good lord," before taking everyone's food order.

Santana was quiet for most of dinner surprising all three girls and the waitress. Every time she looked at Brittany she looked away when the blonde Cheerio would look back. This made Brittany's heart melt a little each time. She had never seen Santana like this and it was unbearably cute.
Quinn stood up when her pasta was halfway gone and announced, "I have to pee and so does Santana."

Santana raised an eyebrow, but knew she was in deep shit with the three girls at the table so she just followed mentally preparing for the verbal lashing she was going to receive once in the bathroom.
The second the door closed and Quinn made sure there was no one else in the stalls she stared down Santana.

"Why are you here?"
Santana sighed, "I went looking for Brittany so we could talk. She wasn't at her house so I checked Rachel's house and her dad invited me."
"You could have said no."

Santana shook her head, "I needed to see her. I need to talk to her."
"Maybe you should ask her what she needs first," Quinn narrowed her eyes with menace that only pregnant Quinn Fabray could muster. "She broke down crying twice while we were practicing doing that song in glee. You mean everything to her. I know I was horrible to everyone before I got pregnant and she was the first person to forgive me. She's so sweet and you hurt her. Not only hurt her…you crushed her."
Tears threatened to spill out of Santana's eyes and she had to use all over her infamous will power to keep them at bay. "I know. It's all my fault. I'm an idiot. I get that. I want to make it up to her. I just... If everyone finds out about us... Some people are horrible... they'll rip Brittany apart."

"They'll rip her apart or they'll rip you apart?" Quinn asked not waiting for an answer. She believed she made her point so she walked out.

When she got back to the table everyone was pretty much finished. Rachel looked up at her, "Where's Santana?"
"I'm right here." Santana said quietly behind Quinn. "Um, thanks for dinner but I'm going to go."
"How are you going to get home?" Trevor asked.
"My brother is on his way," Santana blinked back tears. With that she walked out.
Everyone's eyes went to Brittany who just sat there staring at her plate pushing her food around with her fork. James looked at Trevor and suggested, "Maybe we should get some ice cream on the way home."

"I'm guessing it didn't go well," Les said to his sister as she slumped down in the car on the way to pick up her car.

Santana shook her head, "I couldn't talk to her. I just sat there until Quinn dragged me to the bathroom and bitched me out."

"And you let her?" he asked surprised and a little defensive.

Santana leaned over and let her head rest on the window, "She was right and I deserved it."
He was quiet for a minute before asking, "How did you know you hurt her? Like really knew?"
"She sang a song in glee," Santana cringed at the memory. The hurt in Brittany's eyes had been haunting her since.

"Well do that. Serenade her and tell how you feel," he shrugged like it was the simplest thing in the world.

"I can't do that in front of all those people," she sighed. The explanation had because automatic now.

"Isn't that why you're in the dog house now?"

Santana sighed. It all looked so hopeless right now. Rachel and Quinn were closing ranks and Brittany was suddenly untouchable.

"C'mon these are glee kids. If they tell people, which from what you've been saying lately they wouldn't, you can just tell them it's a lie. Who is going to believe them over you? You're Santana friggin' Lopez. Head cocoa puff."

"Cheerio."

He smiled, "Oh yeah."

She rolled her eyes but couldn't stop a small smile, "What song should I sing though?"
"You'll find one," He told her as he pulled up to Rachel's darkened house.

Santana slid out of her brother's car and took her keys out to her own. "Thank Les."

"No problem Carlos," he smirked.

She rolled her eyes again and shut the door against her brother's laughing.

She spent half the night going through her iPod and then started practicing when she found the perfect son. She fell asleep with the guitar in her lap a few minutes after three a.m.

First thing in the morning, she went to Mr. Shue's classroom and told him she had a song.
"Is it out of your comfort zone?" He asked sipping his coffee.

"You have no idea how far out of my comfort zone it is," Santana answered.

"Well," he smiled, "I'm glad you're the first to branch out Santana. I'm proud of you."

She offered a weak smile, "Thanks. Uh is play if I leave my guitar in your office?"

He nodded, "I didn't know you played."

Santana smirked, "My dad named me after one of the greatest guitarists of all time. I started taking lessons when I was five."

Mr. Shue nodded, "That makes sense now."

Santana nodded and left to put her guitar up.

Santana avoided Brittany the rest of the day. Everything she wanted to say was in the song and she wanted to get it all out at once. In front of the entire glee club.

When glee came she contemplated not doing it. She wanted to tell Mr. Shue that she changed her mind, but when Brittany walked in flanked by Quinn and Rachel she knew she had to.

So as Brittany walked to the chairs, Santana stood up and walked into the office. Brittany, Rachel and Quinn watched her walk off before sitting down in three adjacent seats.

Mr. Shue came out of his office with a stool in hand and greeted the class, "Hey guys, today Santana has bravely volunteered to start us off with the no comfort zone week."

Santana timidly walked out of the office with a guitar in hand before sitting on the stool. Mr. Shue dimmed the lights until the only light on was shining on Santana.

After nervously shaking out her hands Santana started feeler the whole club's eyes on her.
She sang her heart out, locking eyes with Brittany many times.

Mostly I'm bad, mostly I make the people who care about me and love me sad
I don't know why
Mostly I lie maybe it's because I don't want anyone to know who I am
But you with your angel face, you take me to a place I've never been
Oh and you with your innocence you break through my defense

I'm only good with you
I'm only good with you
I've done so many things wrong, I've sung a thousand songs
What did you see in me? It's still a mystery...
Thought that I was through
You made me someone new...and ..

I'm only good with you
I'm only good with you

Mostly I'm a mess I never say no
Get myself in trouble telling everybody yes
I don't know why
When I fall apart and everything is dark I get so depressed I just wanna stay in bed
Oh but you with your fearless love, you're better than any drug I ever had
Oh and you you make me see the light in the darkest night

When you're around all the demons in my head
Can't be found, can't be found, can't be found

I'm only good with you

When it was over Brittany was smiling again. She knew that song was meant for her and she knew the whole club would know and Santana did it anyway.
Santana slid off the stood, handed her guitar to the closet person and walked to Brittany. The blonde stood up and locked her into a bone-crushing hug as the whole club started clapping.

"When did you learn the play the guitar?" Puck asked.
"When I was five," Santana stated when Brittany let go, "My dad named me after the best guitarist ever."

"I thought they named you that because it was the only name with 'Satan' in it."

Brittany grabbed Santana's arm before she could go strangle Puck. She pulled Santana into another hug, which immediately calmed her down.

As the group dispersed, Finn took Rachel's hand to stop her from going out the door. He let out a characteristically awkward smile. "Hey, since um... You're not with Jesse any more do you want to go out sometime?"

Rachel glanced in the direction of Quinn who was dumbstruck by the question Finn asked. When she saw Rachel looking at her she turned on her heel and walked out.

"Um," Rachel looked from the back of Quinn to Finn back to the open door, "I have to check my calendar." She pulled her hand out of Finn's and ran out the door.
Finn stood in the glee room smiling, figuring that Rachel was getting her calendar. But five minutes later his smile had completely faded, as he stood alone in the glee room. Two minutes later he finally shuffled out finally realizing that she wasn't coming back.


Dun Dun Dun...The next chapter will definitely focus on Rachel & Quinn more obviously. I can't just leave it like that...or I could...but I don't deal with hate mail well :) Hope everyone enjoys! Sorry the paragraph formatting is a little wonky. Most of this chapter was written via iPhone so I don't know how to fix it.

The song Santana sang was "Good With You" by L.P.