So here's the paranormal chapter I promised albeit later than I hoped to have it finished. (I'm really sorry it took so long) It's also reaaallly long which is another reason it took me longer and I wanted to make sure it was good. Also Writer's block is a bitch. Sugar of course will come along with the new school year because Sugar is awesome. And I promise not to forget that Rachel's Jewish like the writer's did in future chapters. ;)

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Chapter 14

The rest of the summer had come and gone. The Glee kids had spent most of it hanging out doing more of the same. Santana had been keeping a watchful eye on Blaine of course, as well as Quinn.

Quinn always grumbled when Santana made her do things but then she remembered what Rachel had said to her about the other Glee clubbers being there for her. More and more she was realizing that while she had lost a lot, she hadn't lost everything. She still had the Glee club, and her friends, and her future. She hadn't screwed up all her relationships. For whatever reason people still cared about her. Right now, Quinn held onto that thought to get her through each day. Each day it got easier. Each day things sucked a little less; especially when Rachel was around. They had been spending a lot more time together. When Quinn was with Rachel things sucked a whole lot less. All Quinn knew was that despite the part of her telling her how weird this was, there was a much larger part of her that enjoyed spending time with Rachel. Quinn looked forward to it even. She was becoming very attached to Rachel and she couldn't explain why. She knew she had never been so attached to someone before. And it felt damn good.

The first day of school had arrived and Santana was in a class with Sugar Motta; the newest addition to McKinley High and its Glee Club. Trouty Mouth had come back over the summer too. Which was cool, she kinda missed the guy. Sugar had met the Glee Clubbers over the summer and they had all hung out a few times. Mr. Shue insisted that she have time to be incorporated into the club. More like her father's money insisted. She was loud, and chatty and she was very blunt. It is important to point out that Santana thought her name was very a propos seeing as the girl acted like she was constantly hyped up on sugar, worse than even Brittany. When Santana thought about it Sugar had a little bit of herself and Brittany in her. Santana's knack for saying whatever popped into that head of hers and Brittany's hyper-ness and eccentricity. As long as Sugar stayed out of Santana's way she figured she was alright. She'd be keeping a watchful eye on her though. But for now, Santana had her hands propped up underneath her chin and was trying not to fall asleep in class.

And failing.

"Santana, wake up!"

"What did I tell you to call me?"

"Okay. Most radiant one when the teacher writes you up again it won't be my fault. I know you do this a lot the sleeping in class thing. Second I request a change of your nickname because I am way hotter than those goblin things that had to use that type of name with Glory in Buffy. Also check out Quinn, she's totally staring at Rachel like the way my mother looks at a donut after she starts a new diet. Sorry Asperger's."

Santana finally lifted her head knowing that it probably wouldn't be a good thing to get written up on the first day. Brittany wouldn't be too happy with her. Not to mention her mother. She didn't know what Sugar was talking about but-

"Wait, she's totally staring at Rach."

"Yeah, I know. That's why I told you to look."

"I so have to tell Brittany about this." Santana said cackling. The class ended and they left to go to 2nd period. Mr. Schue had called an emergency meeting during 3rd Period. She wasn't excited to be back in school but it was a lot better now that she could walk down the hall holding Brittany's hand. So far the day was going - well like a school day.

Until Santana went to her locker after lunch.

She was used to guys hitting on her. In fact she had encouraged it before. But this wasn't being hit on; this was like, harassment. At first she had thought that's what it was; just another guy looking to climb the social ladder by getting into her pants. She was ready to jump in and say that he'd have to find someone else to fuck but then he said that he had heard the 'rumor' going around about her. She thought she was done dealing with this here. Apparently not.

Santana hadn't bothered to listen to his name. He was the captain of something. He had just transferred to McKinley as a sophomore. Well, that would explain why the news had just gotten around to him. And why he hadn't learned to stay out of Santana's way. Except right now she didn't look as intimidating as she usually did in situations like this.

"Girls like you are a challenge that just needs the right guy to straighten you out. I'm just the man for the job."

She knew it was coming. She knew something idiotic would come out of this jock's mouth but it froze her to the spot all the same. She really thought she was done with this shit, this…feeling; she didn't know what it was. She was used to the talks and the looks but she would never get used to this. Before she could react she heard Mercedes and Tina on her left.

"Move your busted, creeper ass."

"Now." Tina finished for Mercedes.

"Easy Girls, relax. I'm just trying to make her normal."

"She is normal." The voice she knew the best. And that made her relax a bit in this moment. Brittany.

"It's not a choice, idiot. But even if it were you'd be our last choice." Quinn.

"Oh I get it. You're all a bunch of Lesbos."

"So what if we are. Either way you don't stand a chance." Rachel.

At this point the jock decided it wasn't worth the trouble so he stalked off. Santana was still in a bit of shock that someone could be so blunt. Yet she imagined she'd been just as blunt with people over the years so why had this affected her so much? Maybe it was because she'd changed. She could still be her old snarky self…clearly. But somehow she'd learned to be accustomed to goodness in people as of late. She had been spending time with people that were good to her, that didn't give a shit about who she kissed and were willing to forgive her for things she'd done to them in the past. Maybe it was because she'd developed this crazy theory that people weren't so bad, and someone was standing in front of her trying damn hard to prove her wrong. Just when she was remembering why she had hated people for years, her friends were right there to show she should keep with her new theory. People aren't so bad after all. Well some people at least. Like the glee club.

"San, baby. Are you okay?"

Brittany's hand on her shoulder brought her back from her thoughts to the worried faces surrounding her. She raised her head and looked into those bright blue eyes she was so accustomed to.

"Yeah, Brit. I'm good."

"Really, 'cause I've never known you to not have some witty and/or hurtful comment to reply to a guy like that with."

"You guys just beat me too it, Q."

"Uh-huh."

"Yeah, Sanny you had this look on your face…well you weren't really looking at anything. You were kind of just staring. What were you staring at?"

"Nothing. Babe, I... I'm fine."

"You promise you'll talk to one of us, or anyone, if you're not?"

"Yeah, Berry. Sure."

"Alright Let's get our asses moving. We have classes to get to."

They started to walk down the hall following Mercedes but Santana was feeling grateful. A year ago this never would've happened; the 'her thanking someone' thing. Okay more like a few months ago this wouldn't have happened but who's counting? She stopped walking suddenly and they all turned to wait for whatever Santana was obviously prepared to say.

"I..uh…don't, umm…hmmm. I guess… Thank You. For that back there, I mean I totally could've handled it-"

Santana stopped herself after she started to revert to her old wall-building, relationship-blocking ways because she wanted to be honest with these people that had helped her so much.

That and nobody believed that part of what she had just said for a second.

"but..umm that was cool of you guys to erm, say that stuff. To that guy."

"Hey, it wasn't a big deal.

"They're your friends San of course they helped you."

"Yeah, did you think we were gonna stand there and let him bash you like that? Where is your head at girl?"

"I don't know. I just… thanks."

The first week of school went off with relatively few hitches. Santana noticed more looks between Rachel and Quinn. Kurt saw them too and even Tina and Mercedes had noticed.

Tina was over at Santana's house and they were working on glee assignment together. During breaks Santana and Mercedes, who had tagged along, would belt out random tunes and sounded awesome doing it. Santana's parents were gone for the night so it was just the three of them.

"Alright I gotta ask. Have you guys noticed that Quinn and Rachel seem… closer lately?"

"Yeah, now that I think about it they seem really close. Like zero personal space close."

"They're always staring at each other too. They seem to really care a lot about each other."

"Mhmm. Even when they hated each other they always seemed to spend a lot of time caring what the other thinks. Brittany was right."

They just kind of sat there for a few seconds because no one wanted to say what they were all thinking. Except for Mercedes, who apparently changed her mind on that front.

"Quinn's totally into her."

"Big time. And I can tell Rachel likes her back." Tina agreed.

"So I'm really not crazy then."

"Not at all. There's definitely something going on there. There's friendly, and there's flirty. And those two stopped being friendly a long time ago."

Right now Santana and Brittany were eating Friday night dinner together. Santana had a habit of telling Brittany all the things that she noticed between Rachel and Quinn ever since that barbecue she hosted. Which is exactly what she was doing now.

"So she was just staring at her the entire class?"

"Yup. And it wasn't just in class. At lunch they were all close and chatty and staring into each other's eyes. And you've seen them in Glee club, they're all giggly and singing together."

"They seem totally into each other." Brittany agreed.

"I knew they were getting closer. And I know I guessed at it before but I didn't think I'd actually be right."

"I think we should test our theories. We should stick them in a room together like lab rats and observe them. Wait, Rachel's a vegan. That wouldn't work. She can't eat cheese."

"No, Brit, That's perfect. We should invite them over for a movie night. A horror movie night. Rachel is terrified of horror films and Quinn loves 'em. If we're right, Rachel will be snuggled up to Q in no time."

"It always gets me into your arms" Brittany said as she used her foot to touch Santana's under the kitchen table locking eyes with her girlfriend.

"Sure does. In fact maybe we should watch one after dinner."

"But we're going to be watching scary movies tomorrow. Besides I had a better idea for what we could do after dinner." Brittany said wriggling her eyebrows suggestively. Santana gulped.

"Guess I better eat faster than huh?"

Santana had a few good Scary movies lined up including a couple classics. The Exorcist, Amityville Horror (The older one), Insidious and one called The Rite. Santana had picked it out because she had seen Anthony Hopkins in Silence of the Lambs and Hannibal. Dude was good at being really freaking creepy.

"I don't know why I agreed to this. Horror films always make me jumpy."

"Relax Rach. We promise not to let anything eat you. Right, Q"

Brittany started giggling and everyone looked at her. Santana realized why she was laughing. Quinn picked up on it and threw them a look to show that they were being weird and looked back at Rachel.

" Santana is right, there's nothing to be scared of. It's just a movie, none of it is real."

"I know it's not real Quinn that doesn't make it any less horrifying."

"Let's get this movie playing huh?"

At Santana's cue Brittany pressed the play button and the opening credits of The Exorcist started rolling. The movie was old yeah, and anyone could tell it was pea soup spitting out of her mouth but it totally made Rachel scared enough to keep inching closer and closer to Quinn on the loveseat they were sharing. Santana noticed this and if she could have gotten an intense close up of her face with the evil smirk on her lips and an evil laugh about to break through the grin she would have. But alas, her rejoicing in the plan being fruitful would have to remain until after the movie.

They finished The Exorcist and moved onto Insidious. Rachel was especially nervous for this one because she had heard that it was a particularly scary movie. When the voices were heard over the baby monitor Rachel hugged the blanket she was sharing with Quinn and hid her face by leaning into Quinn. The old lady made her duck her head into Quinn's shoulder and the doll people from the 50s made her do both. She probably hadn't actually seen most of the movie. Heard it yes, but she couldn't tell you what the man with fire for eyes looked like. Well except that he had fire for eyes because they had actually said that.

"Is it over?" Rachel said peeking out from under the blanket and slightly lifting her head away from Quinn. Quinn hadn't known what made her heart rate speed up more, the movie or having Rachel so close to her for so long.

"Yeah it's safe."She said chuckling slightly. "You can come out of your cocoon now."

"But it's so comfortable."

Santana and Brittany were oblivious to this exchange however due to their…well they were making out on the couch.

"I don't think they stop for two seconds. Ever." Quinn said looking at Rachel.

"Hey! Lovebirds!" She flung a pillow in their direction hitting both of their heads.

"What!"

"You do realize there are two other people in the room right?"

"Whatever. Is the movie over?"

"Yeah it just ended."

"I think it's time for food."

They all agreed with Brittany and followed her into the kitchen. Santana got out some popcorn, some gummyworms, some sodas and some chips and salsa.

"I wonder if they're going to do a sequel to that, they kind of have to after that ending." Quinn said, seemingly to Rachel seeing as she was the only other person that paid attention to the ending.

"I know! It was so suspenseful. Everything seemed just fine then Bam! The father's possessed."

"Ok I really need to re-watch that."

"You should, Santana. It was actually really good aside from the fact that it made me jump all the time."

"So, Have you guys ever had anything paranormal happen to you?"

"This one time when I was younger I had a hamster that ran in its wheel all the time like it was possessed. It was on it all the time so I hung up a little cross in the cage, 'cause you know; that's what they did in movies. But it didn't help. I guess he just really liked the wheel."

After Brittany's story it seemed like it would be hard to come up with something that amusing but Santana spoke next.

"I've never really seen anything but when my abuela passed away I went with my parents to her house to go through things and I remember getting a really weird feeling; like I wasn't alone. The house just felt full, with I have no friggin' clue what but it creeped me out. I begged my parents to hurry up so we could leave sooner. "

They returned to watching movies and put in Amityville Horror. This time Santana and Brittany weren't too preoccupied to notice how close their two friends were.

"No! Don't go down in the basement! Are you stupid!" Rachel was yelling at the TV and the other three were laughing at her.

"Rach it's a movie. People do stupid things. Especially in scary movies." Quinn paused but then added "I guess they don't have to be in movies to do that though do they?"

"Amen" Santana agreed. Just then Brittany heard a noise and she bolted upright on the couch. She grabbed the remote and paused the movie. She looked positively frightened.

"Brit, Honey, What's going on?"

"Yeah, You're kind of freaking me out"

"Quinn Shh."

"Brit – "

"SHHHHH! I think I heard something"

"It was probably just the movie. It's been proven that when watching scary movies your mind is more susceptible to paranoid tendencies. You're watching it so you think it's happening in real life."

"Shorty… too many words."

"Don't call her Shorty Santana"

"Aww Look at you being all protective, Q"

"You guys I'm serious I heard something."

The girls didn't really think there was anything to worry about but they could tell Brittany was honestly worried. They agreed to listen for any more noises and sure enough they definitely heard it.

"Told you"

"What was that?" Rachel said with a bit of panic in her voice.

"I don't know."

"It was probably just the wind guys. The upstairs windows are creaky."

Just at the moment Santana spoke they heard the sound of a window slamming shut from the second story.

"San I'm scared."

"It's going to be ok Brit"

"Santana what if someone's breaking in?" Quinn whispered to her.

"Well what do you suppose we do peroxide wonder?"

"We shouldn't jump to conclusions it is really windy outside we should check first. We were just watching scary movies we might be imagining things. Rachel actually had a point before. I think she's right."

"Thank You Quinn." She looked up at the taller girl sweetly. Quinn returned the smile.

"Will you two stop staring at each other long enough for us to figure out what the hell we should do."

"I wasn't staring."

"Yeah Ok and I'm a hetero." Another noise. Louder this time.

"Ok if that's wind that's really strong wind.

"Ok I changed my mind. We're not going investigating. That's the mistake the girls in movies make right before they get brutally murdered."

"Relax, Drama Queen, we'll just turn on the lights and go check that window."

"Santana Rachel's right. That didn't sound like wind this time. It sounded like a door. This is definitely that moment in the movies where we would be yelling at the girls to get out of the house instead of going looking for whatever is making those loud noises."

"Of course you agree with her." Santana muttered under her breath.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh nothing, it's just that you're doing that a lot these days."

"We'll talk about this later. This is not the time. Maybe we should call someone?"

"No. Look, we don't even know what's causing the noises. "

"Well I'm becoming more convinced that some perv is up there waiting for the right time to bash our heads in with baseball bat or something."

"I wish Lord Tubbington was here. He'd know what to do."

""This is ridiculous I'm going to check the upstairs. There's a screen on the window. If someone broke in we would have heard it break."

"No, Baby Don't go." Brittany looked truly concerned and for more than a few seconds Santana considered not going upstairs.

"Brit, I'll be fine. There's nothing there, alright. I'll bring this with me." She picked up a poker from the fireplace. Quinn grabbed another fireplace tool.

"I'm going with you. There's still a chance there's something up there. And If you died and did that to Brittany I would kill you twice."

"Gee thanks."

"Let's go." Then Quinn felt a tug on the sleeve of her shirt.

"Quinn wait!..." Quinn looked into Rachel's eyes and saw true concern. Something she hadn't seen in a while. Here was this girl she used to hate for some reason or another standing in front of her, worried for her. "Be careful."

Quinn's face was in shock because Rachel wrapped her into a hug. It ended a few seconds later and Quinn regained her composure and smiled back at the shorter girl. "I will"

"Any day now."

"Chill. " She said still looking Rachel in the eyes maintaining a sweet smile. She gave Rachel a kiss on the forehead and started walking towards the stairs. "Well, you coming?"

"Uh, Yeah."

They ripped their weapons tightly and headed up the stairs. The window at the end of hall was closed and nothing seemed disturbed.

"So you going to tell me what in the hell that was?" They were headed into the first of a few guest rooms.

"What what was?"

"You know damn well what Fabray."

Downstairs Rachel and Brittany were sitting close together on the couch. Not like on top of each other like Quinn and Rachel had been, but still close.

"I feel better that she's not going up there alone. Santana can be really stubborn sometimes."

"Yeah. She can."

Rachel had a worried expression on her face. She looked even more worried than Brittany was.

"Rach, she'll be fine."

"Huh. Yeah Santana will be fine Brittany don't worry."

"No I wasn't talking about San, silly. I was talking about Quinn."

"Oh…"

"You're really worried about her aren't you? I'm good with this stuff. I may not be good at math and dates confuse me but I know people and I can tell Quinn is important to you."

"Yeah. I suppose she is."She took a moment to get her thoughts together which didn't make her any more coherent. "I don't know what it means." She took another pause and looked from Brittany to the ground while fiddling with her hands. "Well, I do know what it means. It means I have feelings very strong feelings. For her. but I don't know what it means to her and I'm glad we're friends and I don't want to do anything to compromise what we have-"

"Rachel, just tell her what's in that pretty little head of yours"

"No. No I can't do that. "

"Yes, you can."

"I'm sure she doesn't feel the same way-"

"She does."

"But I really-"

"She does OK. If you don't see it you're blind. We should get you one of those stick things."

"You really think she likes me?"

"I'm not sure about a lot of things, because a lot of things confuse me. But I'm sure about this. Go for it, Rach."

"No I really don't"

"Yes You do. I'm talking about the way you were acting with Rachel down there. A forehead kiss? Really?"

"Oh…That."

"Yeah That. We're talking about that. Whatever that was."

"I'd rather not…"

"Too bad."

"Really Santana, Lay off OK."

"And I was so looking forward to hearing about your crush on our resident pain in my side."

"I do not have a crush on her!"

"Methinks the lady doth protest too much."

"Since when do you read Shakespeare?"

"I picked up a thing or two from that thing they call English class. Stop dodging my question."

Another noise that sounded like footsteps from a room down the hall made both girls jump.

"We should probably go see what that was."

"First admit you're diggin' on Rachel." Quinn turned with and exasperated expression to her cohort.

"Fine. OK. I like her!" Quinn angrily whispered to Santana so the other girls downstairs couldn't hear. "She's smart. She's positive. She's determined. She's beautiful, and when I'm around her I'm don't feel like a screw-up. I feel like, like I can make something of my future, and that I want her in it. I don't know anything else. All I know is that that girl makes me feel different and better than any guy ever has. I don't care what it makes me. I don't care about anything except for keeping her in my life because I like it. I really like it."

Santana stood with her mouth open but by the end it was half surprise, half smile. Before she could reply they heard the noise again. The girls brought themselves back to what they were actually doing. Santana stepped toward the door.

"Right after you Baby Gay." Santana gestured through the doorway of the room they were in.

Quinn gave her a look and walked out of the room raising her right hand and giving Santana the bird behind her.

"Ok we heard footsteps right?" Quinn looked confused and Santana did too. They were in the room, but there was nothing.

"Maybe it's ghosts. BOOOOOOO" Santana moved toward Quinn and did a very poor ghost impression.

"All that's missing is the white sheet. And I don't think your house is haunted."

Almost on queue the lights went out in the room.

"SHIT!"

"This is your house find the light switch."

"It's not working pull out your phone so we have some light in here."

"The bulb probably burnt out."

"There's nothing in here. Let's go check the last room"

They walked out of the room just in time to see the door to one of the other rooms close.

"Rachel! Brittany! Are you up here!" Santana yelled.

"We're still downstairs babe!" Came the reply.

"San. If they're down there-"

"then what the fuck was that?" She replied with more than a hint of fear in her voice. There was a loud thud and a picture frame slid off the hall table and onto the floor.

"Okay. Shit just got real."

"Agreed."

"How did it –"

"It just slid off. Just right off. Nothing pushed it. Just right off. "

"I was kidding when I said it was ghosts. Dios Mio."

"Okay. No Spanish. No Freaking out. We can handle this." She turned to Santana with a nervous look on her face. "Right?"

"Right. We're Quinn Fabray and Santana Lopez. We don't get scared by noises and coincidences. Let's uh, Let's go check the room."

"Yeah we'll just go in there and see what made that noise."

"Right." She said but neither girl moved. Finally after a minute or two Santana worked up the nerve.

"Okay. I'm going." She headed for the door and Quinn followed.

"There's nothing here."

"Nothing's even moved in here."

"What the hell closed the door."

"It wasn't the wind. None of the windows are open." A low soft moan could be heard from the closet. Santana's head turned to the closet and then to Quinn. They gulped.

"He- Hello. Anyone in there?" Quinn asked cautiously.

The room got colder and the doors to the rooms flew open in succession. The lights in the hallway went off and the moaning noise got a little louder.

"Okay I'll open one side you get the other. Have your weapon ready."

"You're crazy."

"Just do it."

They moved to the closet doors and prepared. Santana mouthed a countdown.

One.

Two.

Three.

"PUCK!"

"Puckerman you better have a damn good reason for sneaking into my house and scaring the living shit out of us."

"Oh I do. Scaring the living shit out of you."

Santana hit his arm with the stem part of the fire poker. "We thought someone broke in you oaf."

"So you were going to hit them with fire place tools?"

"Hey we had to act on short notice ok. How did you manage all the special effects?"

"Ahh. I had help. SAM! THEY FOUND ME. COME OVER HERE."

"You got Sam in on this?"

"Yeah He didn't really tell me his full plans for the evening. Hey ladies."

"How did you make the picture slide off the table?"

"If something fell it probably happen when I tripped into the closet. I fell into the back wall pretty hard."

"And the light that wouldn't turn back on?"

"Oh that wasn't us. Your bulb is probably really burnt out."

"Gotta admit. I'm kind of impressed. But you two are gonna have to go. This is a private party. Ya gets me?"

"But why would we want to leave when Quinn here has found the gift of the Vagi"

"One: Worst Pun EVER. Second: You heard that?"

"Yeah I did. "

"So did I"

"Shit You don't they heard down there do you. Oh god. Oh god." Quinn was pacing the floor. It's bad enough that they heard but if Rachel heard. Shit This is –" Santana grabbed Quinn by the shoulders to stop her pacing.

"Quinn. Breathe for me."

"Hey I don't think they would have heard downstairs. All I heard was the 'fine I like her'. Then it got too soft to understand. Besides I think I hear the TV going down there."

"Yeah. He's right, Q. She didn't hear Okay. Besides I'm sure she would have ran up here and made a big scene like she always does."

"No. She wouldn't have. She'd be all polite and let me tell her on my own. She would wait for me to be comfortable enough to tell her. Shit. I think I'm going to be sick."

"How about we go downstairs. Then we'll know if they heard for sure if they start acting weird Ok."

"Yeah they're probably worrying too. OK. I can do this."

They hadn't heard Quinn's confession it turns out. Rachel made many threats on Noah's life. Brittany was just glad it wasn't scary anymore and that Santana was okay. Noah and Sam left and it was just the four of them again.

"So you didn't hear any talking from upstairs?"

" I told you Quinn, I just heard when Santana asked if we were upstairs. Why is this so important."

"I, umm, just wanted to see if you guys had any idea what was going on that's all."

"Brittany, can I talk to you , err, in the kitchen for a second?" Santana grabbed Brittany and dragged her out of earshot into the other room.

"I knew it something's going on isn't? Did Quinn confess her love for Rachel? I bet she did and she wanted to make sure she didn't hear. Am I right?"

"Yeah. Exactly right." Santana arched an eyebrow It till amazed her how good her girlfriend was at reading people.

"So what did she say?"

Santana relayed the words to the best of her ability and Brittany told the other girl what Rachel had told her.

"We have to do something. I can't take this sexual tension any longer."

"Uh Uh. We're not doing a thing."

"Huh?"

"We're going to let whatever happens happen. We didn't force or rush us and look how good we are together. If what's between them is real, then it doesn't need our help. Love is strong like that. So we're just going to let those two figure it out. It'll work out in the end. Like it did for us."

Santana felt the grin plastered on her face as she stared into those loving blue eyes. This was what had done her over. Not those gorgeous eyes. Not the quirkiness. And not even the insightful things she said. It was everything put together like they were right now.

"Have I told you how smart you are?"

"Once or twice."

"Well you are. Don't you ever forget that. K" She tapped the girl on the nose and hugged her close before giving her a short kiss.

"Let's get back out there." They both re entered the living room and collapsed on the loveseat and Rachel and Quinn both stared at them.

"What?"

"So, what were you two talking about for so long?"

"Oh we weren't talking the whole time." Santana knew just what to say to get them to stop asking questions.

"Ok then so I'm thinking maybe a comedy now. You know instead of the scary movies"

"That's a great idea Rach."

"That's a great idea rach." Santana mumbled in her best mocking voice.

Quinn chucked yet another pillow at Santana's head."

"Stop throwing my pillows!"

"Stop mocking me!"

"I'm going to call the ASPCP on you!"

"the ASPCP?"

"Yeah the American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Pillows."

"And you came up with that all by yourself."

"Ok I'm starting the movie now."

Rachel put in Young Frankenstein and the girls got comfortable in the living room again. They all fell asleep by the end of the movie.

Santana got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and noticed one of Quinn's hands was laying just barely on top of Rachel's.

I had to make this realistic. Making the house haunted for real just didn't seem to fit. Again Sorry it took so long. I'll try and update once a week at least. Reviews are awesome and so are you. =)