Can I just say...Thank you to all the reviews. They really made me smile. I'm also kind of excited that I threw some people off with this. So here's the next chapter. No saddness in here okay? I've had enough crying for a bit.

Walking across the street Hiram Berry shook his head with a laugh. Stopping at the door he lightly tapped the window. The occupant jumped slightly, before realizing she was okay. Rolling down the window, Santana put on a smile.

"Everything okay Santana?" Hiram asked.

"Uhh, yeah, Mr. Berry, everything's fine, just doing some thinking." Santana said with embarrassment lacing her voice.

"So there's no reason as to why you've been sitting in your car across the street from my home for the last oh twenty minutes," he stated looking at his watch. "Honey, I heard about the ad Reggie is putting out for his election," he said sympathetically. "You want to talk to my husband and I?"

Looking down and fiddling with her hands, she thought about it. Finally looking up at the man, she half nodded, half shook her head. "I do want to, but I actually came over to talk to Rachel, if she's home," she said.

Nodding his head, he opened her door. "She's in the living room with her father. Don't worry though, she doesn't know that you're out here. She's ranting to her father," he said holding is arm out for the Latina. "I'm sure she'll be happy to see you."

"Really?"

"Yes, considering she's ranting about how the constipated manchild outed you and acts as if nothing is wrong with it, I think she'll be happy."

"She's ranting about it?"

"Oh yeah, she's actually very angry," he said opening the door. "She must care for you deeply. Now shush and watch her," she whispered from the doorway.

"Can you honestly believe that he would be that low Daddy," Rachel said pacing the coffee table in the living room. Not giving her father time to answer she continued. "I mean I understand that sometimes Santana can get under your skin with the comments she makes, but she didn't deserve to be outed, he didn't even think about how this would effect her and her family," she said getting angrier. "I mean I didn't do anything when she told me that my mustache was thicker than a middle eastern dictator."

Looking at Hiram sheepishly, she mumbled an apology to the man. Raising an eyebrow he nodded his acceptance.

"Anyways, it's not like I even have a mustache, she's just got a lot going on, I didn't take offense to it. Finn just needs to grow up and understand that some things are just unforgivable."

Clearing his throat so his husband didn't have to go through anymore ranting about Finn, he walked into the living room with Santana in tow. "Honey you have company," he said taking a seat beside his husband.

"If it's Finn I don't want to talk to him Dad, he knows that," she said with a huff and looked out the window of the living room.

Rolling her eyes, Santana walked up to the shortest Berry. "You know you should really think about being less angry, I wouldn't be so scared you're gonna rip my head off," she joked.

"Oh my god, Santana?" Rachel said jumping slightly. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I wanted to talk to you, but I completely understand if you don't want to," the Latina said looking at the shorter girl. "I mean it can wait, it wasn't important," she said her nerves getting the best of her.

"It's fine, I'm not angry with you, I'm angry with Finn, I would have slapped him harder if I were you," Rachel stated. "We can go to my room or we can go to the backyard, there's an old oak tree and a swing. It's very calming out there."

Remembering her dream, she nodded her head. "How about the big old oak tree and swing?"

"That's fine. Dads, we'll be outside if you need either of us," Rachel said as she started walking out of the living room towards the back of the house. "So what did you want to talk about?"

"Uh, just about some important stuff, nothing to do with the glee clubs though, this is strictly uhm, personal," she said taking a seat on the swing.

"Alright, well then I promise it won't leave this backyard," Rachel said turning to look at Santana.

"Alright, so have you ever thought about what you would do in like a situation where there was only like a 50/50 chance of surviving?" Santana started.

"All the time."

"Right, so after I left the school today I went home and I mean I was crying a lot and I fell asleep and I had a dream like that, where there was a 50/50 chance of survival."

"Like a zombie apocalypse? Did you die?"

"Not exactly like a zombie apocalypse, more of a life altering thing. And physically no I didn't die, but I did emotionally," Santana said with a dropped brow. "If that makes sense, because you were the star of my dream," she said looking to the smaller girl.

"I was the star of your dream and you died emotionally," Rachel said obviously mulling this over in her mind trying to figure it out. "Okay, I'm sorry, but this doesn't make sense, I mean I understand dying emotionally and not physically, like your heart or your soul or both die, but what does that have to do with me being the star of your dream?"

"Well, you found out that you had throat cancer, which I know is terrible for multiple reasons, one being you live for music. But it got bad and in the end you didn't beat it, you had this battle with it for like a year and then you died," Santana blurted out.

"Okay. So the reason for me being the star of your dream, got it." Rachel said with shock evident on her face. "And I died, literally. So why did you emotionally die?"

Looking to her hands, she shrugged her shoulders. "Just, give me second?"

"Sure," Rachel said looking at the girl with worry. "Take your time."

"Well, when I woke up Quinn told me something interesting. Which gives me the courage to do this right now, unless she was just being a psychotic asshole bitch. If she was, I'm going to kill her, because that is no way to be when I've had a day from he-"

"Santana," Rachel cut in. "You're rambling, sweetie."

"What? Oh yeah, sorry," she said. 'Wait..did she just call me sweetie? Maybe Quinn was right.' "Anyways, uhm, there's really no way to say this and in my dream it didn't go so hot either when I said it, so I'm just going to tell you okay?" she said getting more nervous as she spoke. Taking a deep breath she looked right at Rachel. "I love you Rachel Berry. I love you the way your parents love each other, the way my parents love each other. If I'm honest I've loved you since I first met you and that was in second grade. I just didn't realize it until about three years ago," she said with conviction.

"You realized it and then you started bullying me," Rachel spoke. "You were afraid weren't you? Afraid of the feelings and afraid that people would judge you and harass you, like my parents have been in the past?" She half asked half stated, no hate in her voice just realization.

"Yeah, I mean I know it's a shit excuse and I know I don't even deserve to be having a civil conversation with you or even be in your house, but it's true. It's the honest to God truth. And I'm so sorry for everything I've done to you, everything I've ever said, every slushy I've thrown, which actually aren't that many, but still I apologize for it. I should have had the balls and the courage to just deal with my feelings instead of acting like a little boy on the playground pushing the girl he has a crush on in the dirt. Even if you don't feel the same I'll stop. I won't make anymore rude remarks to you, like I did the other day about your mustache, which you don't have anyways, and I won't have anyone throw slushies on you. You can live the rest of your high school career like a normal teenager and if we can be friends, I'd love that."

Scooting closer to the Latina Rachel put her hand on her forearm. "Santana, just breathe," she said rubbing her arm. "I accept your apology. And it's not a shit excuse, I have seen first hand how mean people can be, my fathers are very strong individuals and they didn't let that beat them down. They would more than happy to help you and be there for you with anything. Heckling from a small town is their forte," she continued.

"Yeah, your dad asked if I came to talk to them and while I will be taking them up on that offer, I really needed to talk to you," Santana said looking at the hand still on her arm. "So, why haven't you said anything about the fact that I love you?"

"I was actually making my way into that conversation. I just wanted you to know that you're not alone with this," she stated now removing her hand. "I have a question first though. So, why are you telling me this now? Like what made you want to face this?"

"I-I, Rachel I know it sounds stupid or something, but I remember that dream like it was real life, I saw what it was like to have that connection with someone so important to you that you could see yourself marrying and having children with, you know a family and I think I had that dream because it was suppose to show me or teach me that we don't always have a tomorrow," Santana said as she tried to figure out how to word everything. "And if I want that chance, the chance to be with the person that I love then I have to man up and tell you that I have feelings for you and if I strike out then I strike out, but at least I can sleep at night knowing that I told you and that I didn't go through my life not knowing. Wouldn't you feel terrible knowing that you love someone and not knowing if they loved you back or if you could have had something amazing because you didn't try?"

"Yes, I would. Can I tell you a story?"

"A story?" Santana asked with disbelief. "I, sure why not?"

"Okay, first no snark," Rachel said with a glare. "Okay, now listen to this story and don't interrupt, okay?"

"Sorry, no more snark. All ears."

"Once upon a time, there was this little girl, let's call her Rachel, and she had two very loving fathers, no mother and they taught her that when you find someone that means more to you than anything in the world you should love them with all that you are and all that you have, no matter the gender, boy or girl it didn't matter. So one day little Rachel went to her first day of second grade and she met this adorable little girl, let's call her Santana. And when she spoke to her, she found out that she had moved to the little town of Lima, Ohio from Puerto Rico with her parents because they got jobs at the local hospital. Santana had a very pretty smile and a cute accent and because of this a happy little girl named Brittany wanted to be friends with her. She accepted and they would sometimes play with Rachel, but eventually they stopped playing together because they were in separate homerooms come fourth grade. This made Rachel really sad because she loved her two friends, especially Santana. She never really understood what the feeling was in her tummy when she hung out or talked to Santana, but eventually she figured it out. Come freshman year of high school she realized it was because she loved her. She found that person that her parents told her about. The person that meant more to her than anything in the world, more than Broadway and Rachel loved Broadway. But she found that person and she wanted to tell her, but she was afraid because Santana and Brittany were very close friends, everyone knew how close they were. They were essentially friends with benefits, but at some point Santana fell for Brittany. Rachel was devastated, but as long as Santana was happy, she was happy, so she went on with her life, being bullied for being different, one of her bullies was Santana, but that didn't change how she felt about the girl. She's always loved her, she still does. So when Santana came to Rachel's house one day and told her what she waited for years to hear she was ecstatic. The only thing that was holding her back from telling the girl she loved her back is the fact that the girl seems to think that Rachel wouldn't return those feelings. And she was being snarking when Rachel told her she wanted to tell a story," Rachel said with a smile and shrug.

"Wait, you love me too?"

"Now she catches on," Rachel chuckled. "Yes Santana, I love you too. Always have."

"You, wow," the Latina says shaking her head. "You love me too, I'm not crazy and you don't have cancer and you love me too?"

Giggling Rachel nodded her head. "Yes Santana, I love you too, no you are not crazy and NO I do not have cancer. And yes I love you too."

"Wow. I need, I need to sing you a song now right? And and take you on a date, wait! I have to ask you, and then if you say yes then I take you on a date, okay okay okay okay, I got this I got this," Santana rambled with a smile on her face she didn't know she was sporting. "Rachel Barbara Berry, will you go on a date with me?"

"Yes, Santana I will. Just take a few moments to breathe."

"There's no time for that! I need to go home and I need to figure out a song to sing for you and I need to plan a date," she said standing up from the swing. Looking at Rachel she stopped talking. "This is really happening right?"

"Yes Santana."

"I'm not dreaming?"

"If you were dreaming I'm sure you would be more smooth and badass than you are right now. You're actually being really adorable and cute at the moment. So excited."

"I'm always badass, I'm just really happy okay."

"Alright."

"Okay, I need to go though, because Q's still at my house and I told her we could have a girl's night and I need her to help me figure out this song to sing to you and help me figure out somewhere to take you because even though I love me some Breadstix, I'm not taking you there!"

"Okay Santana. Can you at least text me when you get home? So that I know you didn't drive off into the sunset because of your excitement?"

"Oh yeah. Totally," she said bending over and gently kissing Rachel's forehead. "I'll text you as soon as I get there. And If you want we can go tomorrow night or if you want to wait until friday, that's fine too."

Blushing Rachel nodded. "Just give me a heads up and I'll be good to go."

"Alright, and can you tell your dads that I'll totally be here to get their advice and input on being an out individual in Lima?"

"No problem. Goodnight Santana."

"Goodnight Rachel Berry, be prepared to have your feet knocked out from under you from my amazing singing skills."

So what'd I tell ya? huh huh you love me? I love me. R&R guys. Peace. Love. Happiness to all. Oh and also. I'm just really on a roll with this story that once I get to a road block I'll pick up on MTIE. That just is giving me a roadblock. I mean if that note goes to any of you. Sorry you have to wait for it. But it'll happen.