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7:30 AM

The bright red light of Rachel's alarm clock blinked a few time with a little buzz and Don't Go Breaking My Heart began to play and filled the quiet room.

Santana groaned loudly. She raised a sleepy head at the noise source and frowned. "What the hell?"

Rachel opened her eyes with a lot more efforts than usual. "It's 7:30, I have to began my gymnastic exercises before -"

The Latina lay down across her for reaching the alarm on the nightstand and stopped it.

"Go back to sleep. Seriously."

The smaller brunette didn't protest. Mostly because there is way too much skin contact going on. When Santana go back in place, she yawned. Her head was so heavy; gymnastic was the last thing she wanted to do now. "I guess a few more minute of sleep doesn't going to hurt."

"Yeah…" Santana casted a glance and smiled when she noticed that the Diva eyes were already closed. She did the same. "Don't Go Breaking My Heart, huh?" She asked in a low voice.

"My alarm ringtones are always synchronized with my feelings"

Why doesn't that even surprised her?

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01:21 PM

That's better, Santana thought when she opened her eyes for the second time.
She looked at her side, where the petite brunette was still very sleeping. Their legs were tangled together; she had a fetal position, spooning against the curve of her proper body. She should have freaked out, but the only thing she could think was how weird and unusual it was to being the "big spoon" and not the little one for once.
She listened to Rachel light breathing and didn't move an inch. It wasn't that weird after all.

Her mind was still a little blurry, but she began to think coherently for the first time since she entered this house yesterday.

Her home, her parents, Brittany, her fucked up life. It's like someone dragging her into her nightmare again. As her chest contracted uncomfortably, she wanted to cry every single tear she still had in her body. What is she supposed to do now…
Then, it's like she found the cure of a rare disease.

Puck!

She totally forgot about that dumbass. She had to see him before Zizes came back from NY and put her master plan in place. It's the last thing she wanted to do, but sleeping on a bench in the park doesn't seem that attractive either.

She untangled herself from Rachel and tried to get up. And it's like someone hit her with a shovel in the head.

"Daamn!" She lay down again.

"Language"

Santana blinked. "Since when are you awake?" She asked suspiciously, not really fan by the idea of Berry knowing they were spooning.

"Not much" She rubbed her eyes and rolled on her other side to face Santana. "My head hurt like hell and I think I have sand in my mouth."

"As long as you're not puking." Santana smiled at the disgusted look on Rachel face. "Where's your pharmacy?"

"Second placard from the left" The other brunette pointed at her bathroom. She stayed under the sheet, watching Santana as she disappeared in the other room. "I really don't understand the need you have you and the large majority of the teenagers to drink alcohol. It's just self-destruction. Plus, hangovers are really awful."

Santana opened the right placard and her eyes widened at the amount of drugs she found. "Are you a freaking drug dealer or what?"

"Pardon?"

"Nothing." She poured a big glass with fresh water and took what she need before heading back in the bedroom. "Yes, hangovers are pretty awful" She finally answered the question. "But worse the hangover is, most awesome the party was. It's generally worth the risk." She put 2 pills in Rachel left hand, the glass in her right.

She swallowed the drugs and took very long sips of water before giving it back to her. "Does it worth it yesterday?"

They locked eyes with each other as their fingers brushed around the glass.

Santana shrugged, absently. "I guess." It was her turn to take the pills. "I don't know." She left the glass on the nightstand. "Drink the rest. Drink a lot actually, you're dehydrated."

"Are you leaving?" Rachel asked, watching the other girl collecting her clothes through the weak light filtering from the shutter.

"What, you want us to cuddle in the bed all day, watching Rent and eating ice cream?"

Rachel blushed a little but smiled. "That's sound like a nice program but actually, I have the entire basement to clean up and I kind of hope that someone help me before my dads' return…" She shrugged, making herself a reason that she's going to do everything by herself.

"I guess I could come by later" Why the hell I just said that.

Rachel stared at Santana like another head gowned on her.

"Huh… Ye-yeah, that would be really nice of you"

"Cool"

"Yes"

Silence.

"I'm out now"

"Wait!" Rachel, always in her bed, reached for the drawer of her nightstand. "Can you close the door behind you and put them in my mailbox? I think I'm going back to sleep now." She dropped the double of her keys in Santana's palm.

The former Cheerio smiled at her unusual laziness. "Sure"

"See you soon then"

"Yeah"

Santana was gone now, and Rachel let her head fall back on the pillow, a small smile playing on her lips.

The Latina closed the door behind her then stared at the mailbox a moment, playing with the keys in her hand.

She put them in her bag.

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