Chapter 2: Santana's idea of fun

Disclaimer: Don't own glee. If I did, Rachel and Quinn would have been together from the start.

"Oh come on. I've never seen you look this terrified. Just trust me." Santana laughed and walked downstairs, remembering the house layout from last year's party. "Okay, now where's the light?" Santana felt her way through the darkness.

Rachel shook her head, and flipped the light switch, startling the taller brunette. Santana merely huffed in annoyance and then opened the small cabinet doors by the small stage. She ransacked through the liquor, taking swigs of whatever. Rachel just quietly sighed and sat on the itty bitty stage.

Santana frowned a little, wondering why the diva was in such poor spirits. She sat down the bottles and pulled the smaller girl up to her feet. "Care to dance, Berr-" she sighed, her habit hard to overcome. "Rachel."

Rachel inaudible gasped, but her face was absolutely shocked. In all of her life, Santana had not called her by her first name once. Santana only smirked in response and went over to the small radio and popped in a disc, turning it to a well-known song, one that Rachel should know. Santana laced her right arm around Rachel's back and held Rachel's hand in her hand, pressing their bodies together.

"If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea..I'll sail the world to find you." Santana sang, a bit high pitched Rachel noted. However, she didn't have all the years of training as Rachel had, so she was good enough.

"And if you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see, I'll be the light to guide you." Rachel sang back as Santana twirled her around. They both were giggling as they danced to the song. "You know what, Santana? I haven't been this happy in ages." Rachel laid her head on the cheerleader's chest near her shoulder and gave out a contented sigh.

Santana noticed and felt a little bit of pity for the girl. "Well, how come?"

Rachel shrugged. "I guess I just...just, I don't know really. I just haven't really felt like myself I suppose. I feel like I'm holding back all of myself and I know it's unhealthy of course, but that's my only option. My fathers have me on medication for depression, but I think that just makes me feel worse." She revealed and Santana knit her eyebrows in confusion. "But...what? You depressed? Never thought I'd see the star burnout. Let's get some alcohol in you." Santana suddenly said and went into the liquor cabinet once again, and retrieved two small bottles of vodka.

Rachel shook her head. "Alcohol is a depressant drug, so it would just make me feel worse. Plus, I'm underaged."

Santana rolled her eyes and saw Rachel's lips quirk into a smile, but in a flash, it was gone. The cheerleader shoved a bottle in the girl's hand and opened her own. "It's not going to kill you."

Rachel scoffed. "I beg to differ. Alcohol is one of the main causes of death of the pubescent youth and-" She was cut short because Santana poured some of her own drink into her mouth. Rachel sputtered and cough, but the liquid already travelled down her throat. "Santana Maria Lopez! Do you know how dangerous that was?" She yelled.

Santana only smirked. "There's the Berry I know. Drink up. It'll make you feel better."

The songstress respired. "Fine. I will fall under peer pressure, but only this once." She gingerly sipped at her drink while Santana chugged. The taller of the two laid onto the couch and smiled in bliss. "Ah, much better!" Rachel grinned at her and sat beside her. Santana laid her head on the diva's lap. Later on into the night, Rachel was thanking her lucky stars, mainly herself, for it being a Saturday night, well, early Sunday morning because they both would be in no shape to go to school.

"Sanny!" Rachel giggled drunkenly. "It's so nice to see you!"

She can't handle her alcohol, Santana mused to herself. Santana stared at the girl who only consumed half a bottle, and sat her drink down. "Now I would suggest we play strip poker, but I just want to maybe watch a movie and sleep." She said earnestly. She was exhausted from fighting Brittany and Rachel was tiring her out even more. However, whenever she saw Rachel's pout, it tore her soul apart. "Okay, how about we watch your favorite movie with that one lady, uh Stresshand is it?"

Rachel shot up in glee, but then looked at Santana with a disapproving glance. "Its Streisand. Barbara Streisand. And the movie is Funny Girl." She shot over to the small flat screen and put in her all-time favorite movie. She cuddled up with Santana, shockingly. Well at least to Santana because the diva wrapped her arms around Santana's body. Well I didn't expect her to be the big spoon, she pondered thoughtfully. Rachel heard Santana mumble something, but seeing as she was unable to decipher it, she decided to go ahead and sleep.

Soon they were fast asleep.

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That's all Rachel could remember anyways. She smiled at the other girl who was looking to be in better spirits and sprawled out onto the sofa, yawning softly. Santana heard it and smiled a little. It reminded her of Brittany's cat Lord Tubbington. More importantly, it reminded her of Brittany. Rachel stood up and started to clean up the mess. "I do hope you restock my Daddy's cabinet. He'll assume that I had people over once again."

"Again? And why wouldn't he suspect you drank it?" Santana countered.

Rachel shrugged. "They trust me to be a respectful, and more importantly, a responsible young adult. Plus, I don't like alcohol. The taste is too rough for my lungs and I need my pipes, obviously. As for the "again", remember the party I threw for all the glee clubbers? You guys ransacked the liquor cabinet." Santana saw a smile threatening to break through Rachel's mouth.

"I just assumed you had a crazy party." Santana laughed.

Rachel shook her head. "The only time I've ever had people over was that party."

"The only time?"

"Yes, why?"

"I...don't know. Just wondering." Santana said after a while. She was starting to feel guilty about everything she had done to the petite Jewish girl. Is she actually caring about another person besides Brittany for once?

A/N: So, I know it's going by painfully slow at first, but I promise that it'll starting picking up speed around the seventh chapter. They'll end up being longer too. Also, all mistakes are mine as I am un-beta'd. I noticed in my other fic that spelling wasn't a problem. It's just my words will hang off like "She felt that she to (when I mean to put had or something there)" and etc., so just look over it. Thanks for all the favourites, the review, and the follows :D