Rachel awoke from the sun peeking through the barely open blinds, and she immediately groaned from the massive headache she was enduring. She put her head back on the pillow and shut her eyes tightly. Slowly, memories of the night before came back to her. Despite the pain, Rachel shot up in panic and turned to her right. She gasped in realization when she saw her best friend's naked figure under the covers.

"Shit, shit, shit," she muttered as she slowly got up to find her clothes that were scattered on the floor. She threw the clothes in her laundry basket and quickly put on a new outfit as quietly as she could. The last thing she wanted to do was confront Santana about the night before when she felt this hungover. Tiptoeing out of the room, Rachel closed the door behind her and headed for the kitchen to make a cup of coffee.

"Hey, sleepyhead," Quinn called out from behind her newspaper at the breakfast table. Rachel sat down and immediately held her head in her hands.

"I feel awful," Rachel groaned. The blonde chuckled at the look of misery on her friend's face.

"Maybe you shouldn't have drank so much," Quinn put the newspaper down so that she could look pointedly at Rachel.

"You know, the last thing I need right now is your cocky tone," Rachel sighed. Quinn put the newspaper down, sat up straight, and placed a hand on Rachel's arm.

"You're right; that was insensitive. How are you doing? I know last night was a lot," Quinn had dropped her playful tone and opted for a completely serious one instead.

"Quinn," Rachel looked down.

"It's okay, Rach, I know it isn't easy, but it will get better. I can promise that," She gave the brunette a small smile.

"I know. Thanks for being here, Quinn, and I think it's starting to hurt less." The door to Rachel's bathroom creaked open, and a very tired Santana sauntered out. Rachel's eyes went wide. This would be the first time the two had confronted each other since their incident last night.

"Let's just say it's not the first thing on my mind anymore," Rachel got up to busy herself with the coffee machine.

"Hey, S, what were you doing in our bathroom?" Quinn slowly asked as she scrunched her eyebrows together in confusion.

"Uh, well, Brittany was using our's," Santana pieced together. Her eyes traveled to the kitchen where the small brunette was fumbling with the kitchen appliances trying to make a cup of coffee.

"You mind making me a cup too?" Santana called out. Rachel whipped around and looked at her startled.

"Uh, sure," Rachel squeaked. She turned back around and shut her eyes tightly. She could feel the blood rush to her cheeks, so she attempted to calm herself down by taking some deep breaths. In, out, in, out, in-

"Are you okay?" She felt a small hand grab her arm to turn her around. She was faced with the latina who was looking at her with a cocked eyebrow.

"Yup! I'm dandy." Rachel gave a tight smile and turned back around.

"Is this something we're gonna need to talk about?" Santana said to the brunette's back.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Santana," Rachel didn't bother to turn around. Santana didn't buy it, but it was for the best that she let it go.

"Okay good. Just because I was probably the best you've ever had doesn't mean things need to be weird," Santana said quietly.

"Best I've ever-what?" Rachel turned around and looked at the Latina incredulously, "What makes you think that you were the best I've ever had?"

"Oh, Rach, I'm always the best," Santana said with a small smirk before turning around and sauntering out the kitchen. Rachel was left behind only being able to sputter incomplete thoughts.

X.

It had been a couple weeks since Santana and Rachel's kitchen encounter, and the tension between them had simmered down, and they were almost back to normal. Rachel had been relieved that their drunken mistake hadn't cost them their friendship. Santana, however, had taken a liking to watching Rachel squirm with the mention of anything relating to their night. She had made a habit of making innocent innuendos and references that elicited wide eyes and a blush from Rachel. The shorter girl's exasperated response each time had become a source of enjoyment for Santana.

The four girls were sitting around their dining table eating breakfast when Quinn decided to speak up, "Rach, I think it's time that you start seeing someone again, and I have the perfect candidate. His name is Mark and he works at the cafe with me-," She stopped talking when she saw Rachel's scrunched eyebrows and grimace.

"I don't know, Quinn. Honestly, I don't think I'm ready to be with someone like that yet," She said apologetically. At this, Santana raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, Q, she's just probably not ready to let go of her last time. I mean, we can't really blame her for constantly thinking about it. It's probably running through her mind all day," Santana went on unable to hide her smirk.

"What?" Brittany looked up at the Latina quizzically. Rachel's eyes were two, round saucers at this point and her mouth kept opening and closing. At the site of Santana's pure enjoyment, Rachel's expression turned to one of anger and annoyance, and she promptly turned to her blonde best friend.

"You know what, Quinn? I actually think moving on is a great idea, so please go ahead and set me up with your friend. What's the worst that could happen, right?" She turned to give a smile of satisfaction to the Latina.

Santana felt her sly grin falter with Rachel's words. Not only had she just been bested, but Rachel's agreeance to the date had caused Santana's heart to feel heavy and sunken; she had gained a fondness of the girl throughout the past couple weeks, and she was afraid that Rachel dating would affect their new dynamic.