A/N: Hey wonderful people! Thanks for hanging in with me. :) I hope you like it so far.

When you think of someone who is president of their sorority, you probably don't think of someone who also writes Glee fanfiction. But, alas, I fall in both of those categories! We have recruitment week this week, so my life is going to be chewing me up for a week and then spitting me out next Monday night. Please don't get too frustrated if I don't do daily updates. :( Thanks in advance!

-Raggy

Rachel pulled out of Quinn's driveway, trying not to feel too sad as the beautiful woman in the doorway made a little tortoiseshell kitten wave goodbye. She smiled as she drove down the street and steered towards the highway.

Yes, it had been an excellent weekend. She was already looking forward to seeing Quinn again, to kissing those lips and possibly staring into those hazel eyes for a while. Who would have guessed that Rachel Barbra Berry and Lucy Quinn Fabray would be spending the holidays together by the force of their own free will?

Rachel may have dreamed it, back in high school, but never would have dared to tell anyone. Especially Quinn. But now, here they were, stuck somewhere between friends and something more. Quinn had even talked to her daddy on the phone. That was kind of a big step! But she already couldn't wait for however blessedly awkward their "family reunion" was.

And hearing the blonde sing last night had given her some inspiration for what to perform in Times Square. She was nervous…but…

At a red light, Rachel scrolled through her phone until she found the number she was looking for. She put the phone to her ear and waited.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Miranda? This is Rachel Berry...I don't know if you remember me."

"Well of course I do, darlin'. How are you?" said Miranda Lambert, with a sweet Texas twang that Rachel didn't ever hear much of. New Yorkers and Midwesterners were all she really heard these days.

"I'm great, thank you, ma'am. Happy holidays!"

"Thank you, and to you too. What can I do for you this morning?"

"I need to ask a favor of you, ma'am."

The country singer laughed. "Please, just Miranda. What can I do for you?"

Rachel told her the idea, and the older woman sounded pleased.

"I would love that, of course you can sing that at Times Square. I wish I could make it there with ya, but my husband and I are planning on going camping that weekend..."

"No, no, that's perfectly fine. I really appreciate it. I know it's one of your favorite songs..."

"You know, I never intended for 'Love is Lookin' for You' to be released. I just wrote it for me, but my mom really liked it when I sang it for her. I don't get to play it a lot, but people seem to connect with it."

"I actually heard it for the first time last night," Rachel admitted. "And it really spoke to me. So, thank you for putting it on that record."

"Well, absolutely. It would be an honor to have you sing it, Rachel. You tell Ryan Seacrest's team that it's best sung with just a few instruments. Some songs are good when they're stripped down, but I know y'all like to make a big spectacle in NYC for New Year's. And you're an actress, so you know how important it is when you're singin' to keep the emotion palpable to the audience. Especially if there is someone on your mind, you know?"

Rachel smiled to herself. "Not a problem."

"All right. Have a happy holiday, okay? I'll be lookin' for the performance if we have any cell service out there. I've got to run, now, but call me any time if you need anything!"

"Thank you."

"Mmhmm! Bye, darlin'." And she hung up. Rachel immediately hit the number for Jen on her speed dial, but the agent didn't pick up. So, she left a message detailing her music plans for New Year's.

She smiled as the car rolled back to Lima. This was going to be a spectacular Christmas.

The kitten lying on her chest helped a little, but Quinn couldn't shake a feeling of loneliness that settled in when Rachel left.

It kind of worried her. On one hand, she didn't really have too many friends. It was nice to have someone who wanted to be with her, and talk to her. But the cuddling part and the sex were definitely perks, and the feeling of wanting to be with Rachel more were indicative of something else entirely.

The last time she had said "I love you" to someone and meant it was whenever she had talked to Santana and Brittany on the phone and said it to them. And that had been it for a long time. She did love her mom but she never said it. Neither of them really expressed many emotions together. She loved Beth but it was too painful to tell her. She loved Puck but "I love you" was a little much for their relationship. It was weird to think of saying it to him.

But it had been on the tip of her tongue as Rachel left and it kind of freaked her out.

Her own feelings were probably going to rampage across her brain for the next few hours if she didn't get them out. So, as she had done for over a decade, she called Santana and hoped some raw, honest opinion from Boston would make her laugh and clear her head.

"Hey bitch," came the greeting after two rings.

"Hey. Merry Christmas. I miss you."

"No, she's not in right now, can I take a message?"

"Yeah, tell your mom thanks for last night. You're a real charmer, Santana."

"I knows it." They both started laughing. It was so routine, so normal for the two of them to be messing with each other the second they got on the phone. Quinn shook her head as it became painfully aware to her, again, just how much she missed keeping in touch with S and B.

"What's up, Q?" Santana asked. "Haven't heard from you in a minute."

"Yeah, I know it. I'm sorry."

"Nah, you're busy being a lesbian or thespian or whatever."

"Both, thank you very much."

"We got it, we got it. Still, don't be a stranger, right? How the hell are you?"

"I'm…fine. I'm great, actually," Quinn responded. "How about you two?"

"Just livin' the dream," Santana said, and Quinn knew she meant it. From the times the three of them talked on Skype or Google Chat or even on the phone, it sounded to her like San and Britt were perfectly happy in Boston, raising their adorable adopted children.

"How are James and Julie?"

"They're good. Brittany won't stop telling them about Santa and Christmas. They don't get it yet, of course, because they're not even one. But they get excited and giggle because she gets so excited about it. It's cute. What are you doing for Christmas, woman?"

Quinn took a breath. "I'm going over to the Berrys' to have dinner with them, and then Puck and his mom are going to come as well."

" I thought Berry was Jewish? And so are the Puckermans?"

"Yeah, but one of her dads is Christian…and it's still Hanukkah on the 25th, so we may as well celebrate. It's not like anything is open on Christmas, really."

"Yep, just the China Buffet and probably Rachel's legs. A strange combination, huh, Q?"

Quinn wasn't sure if Santana knew something was up, so she played it cool.

"You don't need a holiday. Brittany can do nothing more than step on your foot and the Harvard Bridge swings wide open for business."

"Jesus, you're hysterical. But seriously, I'm glad you're all doing something together. That sounds like a good Christmas."

"…thanks, San."

"So what are you getting Rachel? Fuzzy handcuffs or... I dunno, what do you get someone for Hanukkah?"

"Santana. I'm not dating Rachel or anything."

"Yikes, Queen Bee, I never said you were! …so, are you?"

"Santana."

"Quinn."

"I'm not." She didn't know why she was getting so defensive all of a sudden. It's not like Santana hated Rachel. They had all gotten close in a weird way senior year, and she was sure the Boston couple had stayed in touch with the Broadway star over the last decade. So maybe Santana knew something, because Rachel told her, and this was her way of telling Quinn she approved.

Or maybe she was just being a bitch.

Quinn wasn't taking chances.

As if Santana read her mind from miles away, she tried again a little more gently. "Q, come on. I'm just messing around. I don't care if you're dating Rachel, or sleeping with her or anything like that. We talked a few weeks ago and she mentioned that you two were hanging out. So, I just figured…giving all the sexual tension in high school…"

"Santana, you're not helping."

"Q, the woman sounded happy that you were even hanging out with her. Sorry, but it's crossed my mind more than a few times that you've been getting cozy in the sheets. And I don't care, Quinn. Yeah, it's Berry. And yeah, it's you. All hell would have broken loose at McKinley if you two were hanging out too much. But we've grown now and we're all friends. I kind of love that hobbit. And you know I love you, too."

Quinn could only mumble under her breath. She heard Brittany hollering in the background.

"Brittany loves you, too, she says. Don't get so uptight, hermana. I'm sorry if I pissed you off."

"No, you didn't…hell, I don't know what I feel right now. I mean, San, I helped her pick out an apartment yesterday. I'm going to her family Christmas. She made me keep this cute little kitten she found. It's like I'm on a little string or something."

"What, like Berry's got you whipped?"

"Well, no. Well…no… I don't think so. No."

"You're confusing."

"Tell me something I don't know, S. It's like…it's like I enjoy having her around, and I want to make her happy. Does that make sense?"

"Well, sure it does, Q. But you also like having Britts and I around, and you like making us happy because we're your friends. So does it stop there with Berry…er, Rachel?"

"No…she makes me happy too, I guess. Makes me feel like someone wants to be with me. Or, you know, needs me a little." Quinn felt a little corny saying it out loud, but then again, she felt like she needed to say it.

"Okay, kind of getting somewhere, right?"

"Yeah…"

Santana cleared her throat. "Look, I don't know what you've said to each other or done or whatever. But it sounds like there's something more than friends there, right?"

"I think that's accurate," Quinn said dryly.

"Well, I'll bet. But do you two want it to stay like friends, or go further, or just be in limbo?"

"I don't know," confessed the blonde as she slumped back onto her couch. The kitten followed and cuddled next to her arm.

"Have you talked about it?"

"Kind of…"

"And?"

"I don't know, San."

"Q, you don't really know a lot when it comes to Rachel Berry, do you?"

"…not really."

"Maybe you should talk about it."

"That kind of scares me, though."

"Why, Q?"

"I don't know…what if I don't get the answer I want? Or give the answer she wants?"

"Quinn, you can't predict or plan everything in a relationship. Even in high school, I wasn't positive of everything that would happen with Brittany. Right now, you've got to decide what the hell you want out of Rachel Berry and start with that. I don't think it's fair for either of you to keep it up if you're not honest with yourselves and each other. …and that's me, just being honest," she finished, and Quinn knew she was right.

"I guess it's hard to think about us lasting a long time," she said. "I made Rachel's life miserable innnnnnnnnnnnnn high school up until senior year, really. And we have chemistry now, but…I don't know how long that's going to last."

"Quinn," Santana said gently. "I know you like plans and security, but…it's not always that simple with love."

"I…"

"Oh stop, I know you two have had the hots for each other for years."

"But that's not the same as –"

"It very well could be, the way you're talking about her. Or it could be a fling. I dunno, Quinn, and neither do either of you. Just let it roll, girl."

"I think that's hard for me, still."

"I know." And Quinn knew she knew. Santana had been there for her, through everything.

"Thank you. …I think I'm still confused, but...this helped. I think."

Santana laughed. "You're not sure of anything now, are you?"

"I don't know…" Quinn cracked a smile. "I'm sorry. I called you for advice and I don't really even know what I need advice about.

"Yes you do, betch. You're just confused. But it's okay. Britts and I have your back like always, and even though we hated Berry through high school I know she's a good person inside, okay? Just like the three of us, but who would have known we ended up as good as we did?"

"That's true. You're right, S."

"I'm always right, Q. Look, have fun, okay? Christmas and Hanukkah with the Berrys and Puckermans. It's going to be hilarious, you dig? Be chill and win her dads over. I know they mean a lot to her."

"Okay."

"Okay? You tell me how it goes, and you relax. Go play with your new pussy."

Quinn laughed at this. "Thanks, Santana."

"Yeah, yeah. See you soon, lady lumps."

She couldn't help but smile as she pulled the little kitten to her chest.