Rachel's POV:

I had to pick up Santana's mess even though she was the one who invited herself over. I can't lie and say that I didn't appreciate her company. In fact, I enjoyed her simple presence. It's not like at school. I just feel like I'm getting to know the real her, finally. But that's all going to end in just a few hours. She'll go back into her bitch mode and I'll get daily slushies. It's a simply fact of life. But they'll regret it. Once I hit it big in Broadway, they'll be screaming my name and wanting my autograph, but I won't give it to them.

Santana watched me clean, paying no attention to the blaring TV. "Can you please tune down that ruckus? I don't see why you have to have it on when you're not even watching it!" I said exasperated. Santana perked one of the corners of her mouth and gave me an toothy grin.

"It's background noise. I gots 'ta have it, Berry. It keeps me watching you from being awkward." She finished lamely with a shrug.

I raised my eyebrow, holding back my own smile. "Oh, so you like watching me?" I asked in my best seductive tone. I never thought I'd see the day that Santana Lopez blushed. By me. I might hold more power than I thought.

"T-that's not what I meant! I m-mean that, well, uh. Just shut it!" Santana's face was now a very bright cherry red which made me giggle. That only led to her blushing even more. I felt an unknown pride once again. We were flirting. Or at least I saw it that way. A little cute back and forth. I sat down beside Santana and beamed at her. She couldn't help but smile back. My fathers were right when they said that the "Berry" charm really does charm everyone. Santana's huffing pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Well, it's about time I left. I want to at least try to get some sleep before having to suffer through Sue's wrath since we shoved that one geek into the janitor's closet." Santana finally said whenever the coo-coo clock clucked 11 times, signaling that it was eleven o'clock at night. I pouted, not wanting our fun to end. But I knew it had to. She saw my sad face and leaned up, pulling me close to her.

"Thank you for helping me. I really appreciate it. I...you're a good person, you got that, Berry?" She said, empathizing my last name so it seemed like an insult. I just smiled and hugged her tightly. I didn't realize I was crying until Santana was wiping them away.

"What's wrong, Rachel?" She asked softly, treating me like I was some fragile broken object. I was, but she coulda' told me to man up since I had man hands.

"Nothing, I just-I just really wanted this to last. This friendship. I don't want to go back to being the Queen of Freaks! For fuck's sake, this is the first time that I felt I mattered, and I only thought I'd matter whenever I dream about Quinn loving me back! But you just had to show up and made me break." I sobbed, everything coming out like word vomit. Santana blinked slowly, shell-shocked. I didn't think I'd ever stop Santana from breathing, but here we are.

"What was that about Quinn?" She choked out after a painstakingly long silence.

I put my hand to my mouth and cried harder now that my most darkest secret, or what I consider my darkest secret would be. I love Quinn Fabray.

I looked at Santana and my head hung in shame. "It's true, all right! I love her! I've loved her ever since she moved here in eighth grade. I only pretended I wanted Finn last year because I wanted to get him away from her. I knew Puck was doing things with her, but I didn't think that he'd knock her up! I'm pissed that Shelby adopted Beth, not only because she already has a daughter, but because she fucking reminds me of Quinn!"

She kept quiet for a good five minutes. "I honestly don't know what to say."

I guess I've kept my emotions bottled for too long because now I'm starting to burst like a volcano. "You know what's the sickest and worse thing about it? I still love her after all she's done to me. I've offered her friendship time and time again, and I feel like I can't go on with it. I'm not talking about suicide, I'm not that crazy, but I feel like I'm fading." I tried to put my feelings into words, but I don't think it worked.

"Rachel, I-I never knew. I'm sorry." Santana said earnestly.

"It's not okay, but it's alright. It doesn't matter anyway. You better not say a goddamn thing!" I yelled at her, my anger reaching my eyes. She nodded with a fearful gleam in her eyes. I sighed and sat back, looking at her. "I'm sorry for exploding at you. I never meant to say any of this."

"It's okay. I get it. How about a secret for a secret, eh? I love Brittany. As in I would love to spend my life with her. But I can't come out, not till I move away." Santana admitted. I only nodded along since I knew she had a thing for Brittany. They were practically joined at the hip. "Well, I should get going." She said, and she rose, walking over to the door. "Your secret's safe with me, and I'll give you the alcohol on Tuesday after Cheerio Practice, okay?"

I smiled slightly. "Sounds like a plan. Dad and Daddy won't be back until next week anyways. It was nice having you over."

"Don't mention. Seriously, I don't want to look like a wuss." She said.

"Don't forget to make amends with your girl." I countered, an arched eyebrow at the ready. She only shook her head and smirked.

"I'm rubbing off on you, Berry. Just to let you know, I'll be making jokes about you and Tubbers." She walked off to her car and I just leaned against the doorway, watching her.

"Expect the unexpected, Berry." I murmured to myself and closed the door a few minutes later.

A/N: Thanks for the follows, favourites, and everything else! As I said, it is going to be quite slow. I typed this up during church, so as for scheduling, you can always expect a chapter each Sunday. As to the Guest review about the name spelling of "Brittany", I went back and corrected it, so don't have a fuss :)