A/N – Okay guys so here is the last part of this story, originally it was going to be one last chapter but I can't seem to let go and it spiralled into something a little longs so it's split into two parts.

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Chapter Twenty-Five

'I think I'm going to explode' Santana groaned as she flopped down on her back in the middle of Rachel's bed 'Kill me'

The smaller girl giggled as she slipped off her shoes and gently lay down next to her girlfriend 'You did eat your body weight in Breadsticks, although I think Puck might have set some kind of record'

'The boy can eat' Santana agreed, staring up at the ceiling as she wrapped an arm around the diva and drew her closer.

The two were quiet for a moment before Rachel sighed softly, Santana knew she shouldn't ask when she already knew the answer but the question had sprung forward before she could stop it, 'What's wrong?'

'Nothing I…I just wish we could be like this all the time you know?' the diva mumbled as she buried her head against the Latina 'Sometimes when we're with the rest of the club I forget that any of the bad stuff exists'

'Me too' Santana sighed 'But I guess we're lucky, some people don't have a safe place at all and no-one else has you so I'm pretty much thanking the universe for my good luck every day'

Rachel smiled as she pulled back to rest on her elbows, staring down at her girlfriend she nodded, a serious look on her face 'You are pretty lucky to have me'

'And I'm sure you'll remind me of that everyday' Santana grinned playfully as she stole a quick kiss.

'Sometimes twice' Rachel joked.

Santana chuckled as she felt Rachel return to her position snuggled against her side, the quiet calm of the room was broken suddenly by the loud beeping of the Latina's phone. Rolling her eyes the cheerleader reached down and fished the phone from her pocket, her eyes scanned the screen briefly before she let out a small sigh.

'Everything okay?' Rachel asked, her fingers tracing a gentle pattern on her girlfriends arm.

'Yeah, it's nothing just…Puck, y'know'

'I thought we established how terrible you are at lying?' the diva scolded, her hand stopping its movements.

Santana grimaced, she really did hate lying to her girlfriend and she really hated being caught lying to her 'It's not important Rach, just some jerk-off telling me I'm going to hell for being a queer blah blah blah…'

Rachel shot up from her position to stare at the taller girl, with a growl she grabbed the phone and quickly read the offending message, along with several others that had been sent recently 'Why didn't you tell me about these?'

'Because…I-I kind of liked living in the world where ignorant bigoted jerks get what's coming to them for once, it doesn't happen often enough y'know? Why spoil it by remembering that there are still other people at school sending me hate messages and writing shit about me?'

'San…'

The Latina shook her head as she took her phone back 'Forget it please. I'm changing my number tomorrow anyways so let them waste their time and energy. But me? I'm not wasting any more time on hate, it's exhausting and I have way better things to do'

'How can you be so level-headed about this?' Rachel asked enviously.

Santana chuckled 'I'm not exactly there yet, but I'm trying. A little faux-confidence never hurt right?'

'I guess…'

'Besides, with Coach Sylvester on my side I get the feeling the morons at school will back off. Figgins might be useless, today excluded of course, but no-one messes with Coach. Ever. Although I think she's probably compiling her own list of Ellen-based jokes as we speak'

'Better the devil you know right?'

Santana nodded 'Exactly. And who knows maybe the guys will lay off Kurt a bit too'

'Faux-confidence?' Rachel asked, her voice laced with a tinge of sadness.

'Probably' Santana sighed 'But it can't of made anything worse I guess. It's not like I'm expecting to change the world overnight but…I can hope right?'

'We both can' Rachel agreed, her next words cut off as the sound of Santana's phone beeping rang through the room again.

The Latina had to smile at the way Rachel glared at the object, checking the caller ID she frowned in confusion but managed to give Rachel a comforting glance 'Relax, it's my Mum'

Flipping the phone open the Latina barely managed a greeting before her Mum began barrelling off an excited, an incredibly loud, rant. Holding the phone away from her ear in surprise Santana giggled at the look of confusion on her girlfriends face. She was almost too distracted by the way the diva's forehead crinkled as she frowned and glanced between the cheerleader and the phone to hear what her Mum was actually saying, shaking her head she tried to focus.

'Ay dios mio Mama, ¿Hablas en serio?' Santana drawled as she de-tangled herself from Rachel to sit up.

For her part the singer shifted slightly to sit cross legged next to her girlfriend, smiling when the cheerleader reached out to link their hands together.

Rolling her eyes light-heartedly Santana tried to ignore the way her girlfriend was staring at her as she spoke to her Mum. She never normally spoke in Spanish in front of anyone else, she loved being bilingual but she only used her first language around her family and of course to help Brittany with her homework, but she kind of liked the effect it was having on Rachel.

'No entiendo pero-' Santana said, growling a little as she was interrupted 'Sí Mama-

Rachel giggled as the Latina was once again silenced, she could just make out the sounds of the older Lopez talking away on the other end of the phone.

'Ok, ok' Santana finally relented with a smile 'Nos vemos mañana'

Hanging up Santana didn't have time to process any of the conversation before Rachel pounced on her, the singer giggling as she moved to straddled the other girl. Bending down she brought their lips together, 'I have no idea what you just said, but that was extremely sexy'

'Then I'll make sure to take advantage of my cunning linguistic skills as and when I can' Santana joked, enjoying the blush that crept up Rachel's cheeks as she caught the double meaning.

Swatting the Latina gently Rachel moved back so they were once again side-by-side, 'Funny. So, what did your Mum want?'

'Well she's coming home early from her business trip and my Dad managed to get the rest of the week off work. She wants us to have like, a family dinner tomorrow night…'

'And that's a bad thing?' the singer pressed, sensing the hesitancy.

'No…it's just, well I think they're doing it so they can meet you' Santana finally managed to say, the shock of her Mum's offer still sending her reeling 'She said that it was about time they met the girl who was kind enough to let me stay with her'

Rachel blinked as she pulled back to look at Santana, a flash of hurt marring her features 'You don't exactly sound happy about that idea but I guess-'

'No Rach it's not that' Santana interrupted quickly, holding her hands up in self-defence as the diva clearly got the wrong gist 'It's just my parents don't usually ask to meet any of my friends, combined that with the whole family dinner thing and it almost sounds like they're starting to care about me and my life which is pretty shocking. I mean when my mum is actually home she tries but I don't know…it sounds too good to be true'

Rachel smiled 'Well she's trying, that's got to count for something right?'

'Of course, it's just been a long time since we did anything as a family'

'Oh' Rachel stated with a slight frown 'Well in that case I would completely understand if you would rather I didn't join you, after all I would hate to intrude on a family affair especially as they aren't common place for you and your parents so-'

'I want you to come, and you are the guest of honour' the cheerio interjected, chuckling at the surprised look she received 'So quit babbling and start thinking about you're going to wear'

'You do?' Rachel beamed in delight as she clapped her hands together, the happiness suddenly draining from her face as she sprung up from the bed.

'What's wrong?' Santana asked in panic as she bolted upright.

'I have nothing to wear!' the diva shrieked as she flung herself across the room and began rummaging through her closet 'Oh my god, what should I wear?'

Santana groaned as she flopped back down on the bed with a smile, this was going to be an interesting dinner.