Thank you so much for the comments and feedback. I love hearing from you guys. 3 Here is the next chapter for you, I hope you enjoy it! There is some Britt/Rachel interaction here.

I am so sorry for taking so long to update, I was hit with a surge of writers block and struggled so hard to find the right words to fit this scene. There is so much I wanted to do that I had to split it into different chapters or you'd end up reading the entire story in this one update. Aha.

I have a request for you guys, if any of you would like to send me prompt ideas for one shots, it would be highly appreciated. I sometimes feel like writing little one shots to keep my mind fresh and full of ideas. Feel free to PM me anytime.

Happy reading! Regina xoxo

Rachel made it to school the next day fresh and ready to face any obstacles that were thrown her way head on. Mr Harrison was tucked away at the bottom of her bag, he wasn't allowed to come out to play under any circumstances, but at least he was there. That was comfort enough for her as he held her head high and walked through the double doors of McKinley to start her day.

The young diva made her way straight to her locker, she would usually spend a little time in the Glee classroom, practicing her vocals, but today, like most other days recently, she'd woken late and just wasn't feeling it.. She'd rather stay home cuddling Mr Harrison then come to school early every day. Upon dumping the unnecessary books and her bag into her locker, she had just a couple of minutes before the bell rang signalling she had to get to class.

She had Spanish first, shuffling her way to the back row. She didn't fancy correcting Mr Schue's many mistakes as he taught. She wanted to keep to herself and just wish the day away until she could finally get home and comfort herself the best way she knew how. Rachel spent the duration of the class with her nose in her notebook, doodling on the ruled page, she didn't really need to pay attention, she was largely fluent in Spanish, she wouldn't learn anything new here. And so, It wasn't until a screwed up scrap of paper landed on her desk that she was pulled from her imagination and doodling.

Rachel quickly grasped the paper, her brow knitting in slight confusion as she lifted her head to glance around the classroom. Her gaze caught by one tall blonde cheerleader who was staring her way. A huge grin plastered on her lips.

So the note was from Brittany? Rachel glanced down at the paper curiously as she began to unfold it, her own lips tugging into a small smile, finding the blondes rather infectious. She was met with a series of doodles, a rainbow, a cat, a heart and smiley face followed by a messy yet cursive script;

"Little duckie. I want to talk at lunch. By the lockers. Don't run away, I can always find you. xoxo"

Her smile faltered slightly. Why could Brittany want to talk to her? Was it about their encounter in the bathroom? Oh god, what if it is about that? Maybe the note was from Santana and not Brittany?

Rachel couldn't help the pooling nausea in her stomach as she lifted her head once again to glance across the room to the bubbly blonde. She had to say yes… Like Brittany had said, she can always find her. What was the use in avoiding her? She should just face her fears and get it over with, right? She bobbed her head in a small nod, her lips tugging into a tight smile in response to the cheerio before burying her face in her notebook once again.

Please please please on all that is Babara, don't let it be a prank involving slushies.

The star brunette willed away the rest of the class through alternating between staring at the clock and drumming her pen on the table. She was anxious to get this little chat with Brittany (and thus obviously Santana) out the way as soon as possible.

When the bell rang to signal the end of class, Rachel quickly packed up her belongings, and held her notebook protectively against her chest as she hunched her shoulders and hurried out of the classroom and straight across the hall to wait by Brittany's locker. Without conscious effort, Rachel began to chew on her bottom lip, her childlike nervous tendencies coming out to play.

"Rachie!" The squeal of her name met her ears before the blonde engulfed her in a warm hug, gently lifting her off her feet. "You came! You didn't run away! Yay, now I don't have to get Lord Tubbington to find you!"

The blonde giggled as she placed the stunned brunnette back onto her feet, her wide cheery smile on her lips, unfaltering, even as she looked down at the deer in the headlights expression on Rachels own face.

"Stop panicking, Berry. This aint no prank." Came the voice of one Santana Lopez. Rachel knew the cheerleader appear, you never see one without the other.

"W-what? I'm not panicking!"

Santana merely scoffed, raising her brow in amusement as she shook her head.

"Berry, I know you better than you think. You're panicking. Now hush that giant mouth of yours cause Britt-Britt's got something she wants to ask you."

Her words were cut off by a mild cry of pain as Brittany expression morphed a look of utter seriousness as she swatted the other cheerleaders arm. "Sannie, be nice!"

She then turned her attention back to the diva, her grin once again reappearing even though Rachel had yet to reply, which was uncharacteristic of her. But Little Rachie was keeping her shy and silent.

"Raaaachie" Brittany drawled out her name before giggling, her hand taking Rachels. "D'ya want to come to a sleepover at Sannies house? Puh-leaaaaase don't say no. I know Sannie scares you and makes you poop your panties. But but, I want you there. I want us to play!"

Brittany quickly shook her head before correcting herself.

"I mean, I want us to hangout!"

Rachels mouth opened… then closed… then opened again… then closed. Was this really happening? Surely it was some kind of prank..But then, Brittany wouldnt be in on it too..She was nice.

No no. She couldnt go to a sleepover anyway, she wouldnt be able to take Mr Harrison!

"Uh, sorry, Britt, but I cant. I have so much homework, and my dads don't like me staying out. Plus, I have to practice my singing and dancing. I've been rather lacking recently. Thank you for the invite though!"

She spat out all the excuses she could think of before attempting to push past the girls, a pleasant smile on her lips before her arm was grabbed by Santana.

"Santana, please let me go. I have to get to the lunch hall. I need my salad at exactly 12:30."

"Britt isnt the only one who wants you to come. Come to the sleepover. Seriously, tell me you can say no to that face?"

She gestured toward Brittany whilst Rachel was once again shocked, Santana had admitted that she even wanted her there.. God, this must be a prank.. but oh.. That pout. Brittany was fluttering her lashes, her lips protruding in the cutest of childlike pouts that she had ever seen. It make her melt and just want to give this girl everything she could possibly want, as long as it made her smile.

"Oh… okay! Fine. Just this once!"

Rachel was engulfed once again in a hug from Brittany, her squeals deafening her for a short moment before she was release.

"Good girl, Berry. Meet us after school, we'll drive to your place to grab some things and then we'll head to mine. Now get to lunch, Miss I need to be fed at 21:30 on the dot!"

Before the brunette could even respond, the other two girls were joined at the pinky and sauntering off down the hall to find their own lunch, leaving Rachel to lean against the nearest locker and recount everything that just happened. Why did she feel all warm inside when Santana had said "Good girl?"