"….and she's just like…so freaking perfect." I gush out.

Artie and I are at a restaurant not to far from my house. We came here right after our group meeting. I haven't hung out with him for like a week, so we decided to grab something to eat tonight. And since we've gotten here I've told him all about Rachel and everything that's going on between her and me.

"Awwww….this is so cute!" Artie grins at me from across the table. "You're glowing."

"Ugh…hush with that talk." I reach out to smack his hand. "You make it sound like I'm pregnant." We laugh.

"Or in looooove." He sings.

I roll my eyes and pick up my fork to poke at the food on my plate. "I'm not in love. I haven't even known her that long." A shy smile fights its way onto my face. "But…I do really like her."

Over the last couple of weeks, Rachel and I have been spending more time getting to know each other. Sometimes we talk on the phone after I get off of work, we text throughout the day, and we've been on two more dates since the first one.

Not only is Rachel beautiful but she's incredibly smart funny, optimistic and she's also patient. And patience is something I need a lot of in my life right now.

"I'm happy for you." Arties says seriously. "Rachel seems good for you. This is the most you've smiled since I've met you."

"She is…I just…she's nice and…"

"Okay, okay gosh!" Arties playful throw up his arms. "Enough with the girlfriend talk. I hope I didn't sound like that when Britt and I first got together."

"No." I shake my head with a laugh. "You were worse and you still sound like a love struck puppy when you talk about her."

"So" He shrugs. "She's my girl."

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It's now Friday and Rachel and Dave have come over for dinner. This is the first dinner the siblings have been to since Rachel and I have started…dating? Yeah, we're dating.

The only reason why I'm not nerves or scared that my mom is going to embarrass me is because Rachel still has been coming to dinner with my mom, Quinn and I. My mom knows that Rachel and I have been going out. If us holding hands while we are all out at breakfast didn't alert her, than the way I can't keep my eyes off of Rachel did. Rachel has also stopped over the house a few times to sit on the porch and chat with me. And I'm sure my mom has told her every embarrassing story there is to tell about my childhood.

During dinner, Quinn talks about one of her coworkers, Dave and Noah keep arguing like little kids about a basketball game, Rachel and my mom talk about baking, and dad and I talk about a new project he is working on at work. We all talk about things that happened during our week. And at the end of dinner Rachel invites my family over to her house for dinner with her dads. Before I know it my mom is agreeing that next Friday is perfect and then I'm given a stack of plates to take into the kitchen.

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Rachel follows me into my room after dinner. I wheel myself over to my bed and use my arm strength to transfer myself from the chair to the bed.

Once I get into a comfortable position, I look back over to the door to see Rachel still leaning on my closed bedroom door, staring at me. "What?"A lazy smile appears on her face and she walks closer to me.

"Nothing." She sighs. "Look…I know I probably should have talked to you first before inviting your family over for dinner…but I really want you to meet my dads. And I knew if I just asked you then you would say no,"

"What happened to not making assumptions?" I question with a bored look on my face. Rachel just stares at me until I smile. "Okay…so you were right." I shrug. We both know I would have said no to her invite if she would have asked.

"Anyway…your family has been wonderful to David and me and…."

"It's okay." I breathe out. "I look forward to having dinner with your parents."

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

Rachel squeals and then jumps onto my bed. She hugs me and then pulls back to peck my lips a couple of times.

Oh my freaking…this is the first time we've ever kissed. Well…this is the first time we've ever kissed on the mouth. There has been plenty of times we've done said goodnight and kissed the others cheek. But other than that…Rachel's lips have never touched mines.

I must say…I like the feel of her soft lips on mines.

"Thank you." She sighs, getting comfortable next to me on the bed.

"Um…no problem." I respond, blushing. "So…tell me more about New York."

Rachel spends the next ten minutes telling me about some crazy roommates she's had, her best friend Kurt, and some odd jobs she's had when she wasn't on stage.

"I'm so thankful for my job at the University. I don't know what I would have done if I couldn't at least be close to a stage." Rachel says in a dream like state. "Anyway," She shakes her head and focuses back on me. "Tell me more about your life in Boston."

"What about Boston? I thought I told you about Boston already."

"Noooooo." Rachel sighs. "You told me about your college life. What about the things you did when you weren't in school? What about friends, girlfriends, boyfriends, hobbies, clubs? "

I laugh when she says boyfriends. "I've only had one boyfriend and that was soooo long ago."

"Okay…so girls?"

I shrug. "There were a few."

"Ookay." Rachel shifts over in the bed. "You don't want to talk about it right now. I can accept that… for now."

"For now?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Yes," She pushes my shoulder. "Is there something you would like to ask me?"

"Yes." I grab her hand. "But I don't want to ma…"

"Just asks."

"What's wrong with your dad? I mean, you said he's sick but…"

"He has Alzheimer's." My mouth goes dry when she says that. I don't know what to say. I don't think sorry is a good enough word. I know it won't make things better for her or her family. I know sorry didn't do anything for mines.

But I don't have to think on it for too long because she starts talking again. "He's been getting worse recently. My dad…I love him and," She shakes her head like she's trying to stop herself from saying something. "So…yeah, he has Alzheimer's."

Then we just sit in silence for a few minutes.

After that we just spend the next thirty minutes watching TV and joking with each other. When Rachel and Dave get ready to leave, I roll outside and down the driveway with them.

"Goodnight Mr. Lopez!" Dave calls to my dad once we get to Rachel's car. My dad smiles from the porch and waves back to Dave and Rachel. "Night, San." Dave bends down and hugs me before climbing into the passenger seat.

"Well," Rachel turns towards me. "Do you think it'll be okay if I kiss you even though your dad is standing there?" She asks with a teasing smile.

"You're worried about my dad? Shouldn't you be asking me if I want to even kiss you?" I smile to let her know I'm just joking.

"So you don't want a kiss?"

"I didn't say all of that." I grab her hand and pull her forward.

"That's what I thought." She smirks before leaning down and pressing her lips against mines. This time our lips stay connected for a longer time. We pull away from each other to smile before going back in for another kiss. This time we actually move our lips against each others.

"Ew…can you guys…like stop." When I pull away I see Dave's door open and his head peaking out. "You guys are grossing me out." Rachel and I just laugh. She pecks my lips one more time before getting into her car.

When I turn around to go back into the house, not only is my dad still standing on the porch, but my mom, Noah, and Quinn has joined him. I blush and roll myself up the ramp onto the porch.

"You guys are nosy." I frown.

"Aw Sanny, I'm so happy that you've found a nice girl." My mom pushes my brother out of the way so she can hug me.

"Yeah, about that," Noah starts. "How did you manage that, San? Rachel's hot." Quinn punches him in the arm. "What? You even said she was hot." He glares at his wife while rubbing his arm. "Anyway, she must not be all there if she's messing around with a loser like you." Noah teases.

I smile at my brother. We always talk stuff to each other. I always joke about how Quinn is going to wake up and realize that Noah is a bum and she should move on. It's all in fun though. I love my brother and Quinn and I love them together.

"Hey," Usually when we joke around our parents, mom is the one to say something to us, but this time our dad beats her to it. "Rachel is a great girl and she's lucky that our Santana is interested in her."

I look up and grin at my dad. Things have been getting better between us. We are talking more and spending more time together. And him saying that…that Rachel should be happy to have me in her life just as much as I am to have her…well it just makes me feel like he's proud of me.

Since my accident I've been feeling like somehow I let him down or something. He never said that but…I just had a feeling. But I'm glad to see that maybe that feeling was wrong.

TBC

a/n: Hello again :) I bet you guys weren't expecting such a quick update, huh? Well…I was off of work today and have been procrastinating on finishing my school work for this quarter, so I thought I'd write another chapter of this story.

I know that I sometime take forever to update my stories but that's just because I write the chapters literally hours before they get posted. Nothing is written in advance. I just don't have time. I work, go to school, and spend a ridicules amount of time being bored with my friends and sometimes I find myself in a relationship with someone who needs attention lol So I apologize for not producing chapters as fast as you and I would like. Hopefully, this summer I can write more and bring a couple of my stories to an end this summer.

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