Disclaimer: I don't own anything. RIB owns the characters; I am merely borrowing them for fun.

*R*

The bright ray of the sun seeping through her curtains is what woke Rachel up from her deep slumber. Well that, and the giant headache she was having. 'Ugh, I haven't had this kind of headache ever since I hit my head on the table when I was six.'

"Rachel! Come down here and eat your breakfast! You're gonna be late for school!" Leroy's muffled yell came from downstairs

Rachel barely registered what she heard because of the pain she was feeling. It seemed that the more she became awake, the stronger the headache got. She could barely get up from her comfy bed. But she did, however have the energy to look to her left, where her digital clock is telling her that she had a little over than half an hour to get up and get to school. 'Weird, I slept in. I haven't done that in a while. I don't even remember going to bed now that I think about it.' When Leroy yelled again, Rachel finally got up from bed and started getting ready for school.

The headache was slowly going away too, which Rachel was grateful for. Soon she finally got downstairs to greet her Daddy.

Leroy was sitting down with a mug of coffee in one hand, and a newspaper in the other. He looked like his usual self which was expected. Her Dad, Hiram, was probably already in the hospital working. Rachel knew that her Daddy wasn't going to work yet, not for another hour or so. Leroy looked up at his daughter when she came in the kitchen looking less…put together than her usual self. She looked a little distracted considering that she hit her foot on one of the chair's wooden legs. Her usual bright attitude was dampened.

"You slept in and missed your morning workout? That's new." He said a look of worry crossed his face

Rachel just brushed her Daddy off with a shrug and told him that she was fine. She decided to just take an apple and start heading out. She wasn't feeling particularly hungry that day, and just decided to skip breakfast. Leroy noticed the young teen's unusual actions, but didn't comment on it. Rachel kissed her father's cheek and left. When Rachel got outside, the sun shone brightly and she started hurrying to school. If she didn't hurry, she would be late for English class for sure. As Rachel power walked to school, she tried to remember what happened the night before, but the more she tried, the headache would slowly come back and get stronger until she couldn't do it anymore.

'Well, at least I remember doing my homework for all of my classes. I must've been so exhausted that I passed out on my bed without knowing'

Rachel left it at that and started jogging when her school came to view. When she got inside, the first bell already rang. Rachel cursed underneath her breath and doubled her pace. There was barely anyone except for a few other late students in the halls rushing to class.

Rachel jogged to class and was a little horrified to hear that her teacher already started her lesson. She knocked on the closed door, and waited for someone to open it. She didn't have to wait long before the teacher herself opened the door. Rachel apologized before slipping past the teacher and headed to her seat at the front. Ms. Byrne just smiled at one of her favourite students and continued her lesson.

*S*

Santana barely made it to her English class that day. The bell rang just as she passed the door, which she was grateful for. She took her usual seat in silence and gave anyone the death glare that was stupid enough to look at her general direction. She wasn't really feeling great that day. Coach was still going ape shit about the ruined field (which was being repaired) and apparently, one of the senior Cheerios didn't show up today. That automatically guaranteed one hell of a practice. Sylvester was just merciless that day, but Santana, Quinn and Brittany were the only ones that somehow managed to not pass out at least once the whole practice. She wasn't really making any progress on finding the smoking hot girl she met on the field the other night either. The more she thought about it, the more she got upset. Soon she ended up sitting on her chair at the back, arms crossed over her chest and a frown on her beautiful features.

She was thinking of slushying a few losers at lunch to relieve some stress, when she heard a loud knock on the door. The teacher stopped talking to open the door. Actually, she didn't remember much when she saw her all she knows is that her jaw might as well have been unhinged as to how widely open it was. Her eyes were as large as plates and her grip on the table tightened considerably. There, a few feet away, stood the most beautiful girl she had ever seen in her life, the same one that she met a little more than a week ago. Rachel walked to the empty seat in front of the room after apologizing to their teacher for being late. Santana just kept staring as if she was trying to get the other girl to notice the hot stare she was giving to her. Santana tried memorized Rachel's features for the rest of that class. The Latina could only see part of Rachel's face, because she sat at the back, Rachel's hair was tied in a low ponytail, her figure was that of an athlete which made Santana think of a sport in which Rachel could excel in.

'I should ask her to join the Cheerios. With a body like that, she wouldn't have any problem keeping up with Coach's crazy cheerleading exercises.'

Santana's eyes drifted a little lower to the beauty's lovely legs. The tight jeans Rachel was wearing made Santana's hands itch to touch them. Dirty thoughts invaded her head as she thought of many ways she could have Rachel. She idly registered that her spanks were getting damper by the minute, but the dirty thoughts ran rampant in her head.

The bell signalling the end of class is what snapped her out of her thoughts. She turned her head to where Rachel was sitting. The smaller girl was packing her things and was getting ready to leave, as was everybody else. Santana stood up, took her things and started walking to Rachel. Everyone else was gone by the time she got behind the brunette. As Rachel was about to take a step towards the door, Santana's hand darted out and grabbed her elbow.

*R*

Rachel felt a hand grab her elbow. She quickly turned and looked at the hand and her eyes traced up the arm, and then the red, white and black uniform told Rachel that whoever this person was a Cheerio. When Rachel finally looked at the face of the person, and boy, did that give her a shock.

'Well, shit…'

Santana had a grim smile on her face (Rachel didn't like that one bit) The Latina had her eyes trained on Rachel's face, reading every facial expression that crossed the smaller girl's face. After a moment of silence, Santana decided to talk.

"So… we meet again"

A moment of silence passes.

"'So we meet again'"

Santana blinked.

"That's the single corniest greeting I have ever heard someone say to me. I gotta say, I expected something better than 'we meet again'" Rachel continued

Santana's grim smile slowly disappeared and a look of utter confusion took over.

"What?" Santana obviously didn't know what the smaller girl was talking about.

Rachel rolled her eyes and lightly tugged her arm out of Santana's grip.

"Out of all the things you could've said-"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. I've been looking for you since you left me standing in the middle of the damn football field, that looked like a freaking plane crash landed on it might I add, and I couldn't think of anything better to say than 'we meet again'"

"You've been looking for me? Wait a minute, how did you even know that I go to this school?" Rachel was confused.

"I wasn't, and well, I didn't really know that you went to this school until today. I just got lucky, I guess."

"Makes sense…" Rachel said.

Awkward silence soon followed, but it didn't last long before Santana asked another question.

"Why did you leave?" Santana asked

The Latina looked part confused and a tiny smidge frustrated, Rachel could tell that Santana was actually bothered by the fact that Rachel had suddenly disappeared that night.

'She probably thought that I was a figment of her imagination'

Rachel and Santana both jump a little when the bell rings loudly. Rachel sighs. She knew that she had to make a decision.

"Okay look, I need to go to class. I don't wanna be late. How about we meet up at the bleachers at lunch? It's a beautiful day outside. We'll talk again, I promise.

When Santana looked reluctant, Rachel added "Please?"

"Alright, but if you ditch me, I'll slap you"

Rachel just laughed at the empty threat and rushed out of the room.

*S*

Santana went to her next class feeling a little dazed. The girl she had been looking for finally turned up and invited her to eat (talk, whatever) with her at lunch. Santana was trying to make a list of questions she would ask when lunch time comes (to be honest, she was a little tempted to write some of it down)

"Did something happen in your English class?"

Quinn was looking at her like she already knew the answer yet she was giving Santana the chance to tell her herself. Santana wasn't in the mood to mess around so she scooted closer to Quinn and whispered everything that happened during her first class to her best friend.

…

Santana had been sitting on the bleachers by herself for a little over fifteen minutes now and she was starting to think that she might actually need to find the other girl again and slap her. She had told Quinn everything and obviously, the blonde had wanted to be there when Santana and Rachel talk. Santana shut that idea down immediately. She promised that she and Rachel would talk, so they would. No Quinn, no Brittany (The taller blonde had been told too, and also wanted to come along) The moment the bell rang and signalled for lunch, Santana was out of the classroom and power walking to the bleachers outside. But that had been fifteen minutes ago. Santana was upset for letting herself get fooled again, and she was ready to break something. The latina was about to stand up and leave when a very flustered Rachel runs up to her with her hands held up in front of her.

"No no no no, sit back down. I'm so sorry, I had to…deal with stuff. I didn't think it was going to take long, but it did, so I'm sorry for making you wait and-"

The smaller girl immediately stopped talking when Santana held her hand up.

"I'm not gonna lie, I don't like waiting for people. That's just not what I do, that's what everyone else does. You know why? I'm Santana-fucking-Lopez, and I rule this school, and I'll keep ruling it 'till the day I graduate. Ever heard of the Unholy Trinity? That's what they call me, Quinn and Brittany. Oh and do you know where I live? Lima Heights Adjacent, tell me Rachel, do you know where that is? The wrong- Why are you laughing!?"

At this, Rachel couldn't help but laugh harder. She had to admit, if she didn't have her superpowers, she might have been scared of Santana, but alas, she had superpowers and Santana was Santana.

'I could probably throw her across the football field.'

"Hey! I'm serious! What the hell are you laughing about? That speech made grown ass men piss their pants!"

Rachel had to try and catch her breath. This was just too funny to her. Santana looked like a little girl that had her puppy kicked. She had a cute little glare and teensy pout to match.

"Oh sorry, I thought you we're trying to kill me with laughter or something." Rachel finally spoke "I don't see how that could've scared anyone when someone like me finds it hilarious"

And just like that, Rachel started laughing again. Santana rolled her eyes and tried not to smile. She failed miserably.

"Alright, I was kinda sorta maybe lying about my speech making grown men piss their pants. But I swear there was this kid last year who did!"

Rachel, who finally started to calm down, started giggling again. Santana felt proud of putting the smile on the smaller brunette's face.

"Okay, I came here to talk to you. All you've done is laugh at my very intimidating speech."

Rachel sobered up real quick, but she couldn't help but snicker at Santana at that.

"What do you want to know?" Rachel asked

"Well, for starters, I want to know what you were doing on the field in the first place"

"I was there for the same reason you were. I was taking a walk when I saw the burning field. I came to check it out, and you just happened to be there too."

Santana watched Rachel closely while she answered. It didn't look like she was lying. Santana would know. She prided herself in knowing that no one could lie to her. Well, Rachel could be a really good actress, but the chances of that being true are very slim.

"Why would you take a walk that late in the evening? Someone could've come up and did something bad to you. Lima isn't really that safe, you know?"

Rachel scoffed. As if, the diva was pretty sure that there was nothing in Lima that could hurt her

"Don't worry about me, Santana. I can adequately take care of myself."

Rachel opened her backpack up and took out her lunch. She offered Santana a sandwich, and the other girl refused. Rachel held the food in front of the latina until she finally shook her head and accepted.

"You mustn't skip any meals. It's bad for your health." Rachel said.

"Whatever. Next question, why and how did you run out of the field so fast?"

Rachel didn't show any sign of discomfort when she answered the question calmly, which bothered Santana a little bit because the girl had not shown any kind of emotion when answering the questions.

'I feel like she rehearsed answering the questions or something'

"I heard sirens. I did the smartest thing and ran. I know it was a little rude to leave you there, but I thought you would hear sooner or later. I'd rather not go to prison, and I'm pretty sure you don't either. As to how I ran out of the field so fast, you see, I'm a track and field athlete. I can run faster than anyone in this school, even if I do say so myself."

Santana stared at the smaller girl who resumed eating her lunch without looking like she was having problems breathing. She was pretty sure that Rachel hadn't taken a single breath towards that paragraph answer. She casually sat across from Santana and looked expectant for the next question.

"Is that it?" Rachel said, looking a little disappointed "I was expecting more from you"

"How'd you…do that-that thing you just did?" Santana asked a little perturbed.

"Do what? Talk?" Rachel looked confused.

"No no, I meant, how'd you just answer my question with a paragraph and not need oxygen?"

"Ohhh, that!? That's nothing. I can hold my breath for a long time. Back to the original subject, do you have any more questions?"

'That's pretty hot.'

Santana shook her head to clear her thoughts and asked her next question.

"How long have you been going to this school? I've been looking for you for a few weeks now, and its weird how you've only shown up when I gave up."

"Aww, you've been looking for me?" Rachel gushed "that's pretty sweet of you Santana."

Santana rolled her eyes. "Shut up and answer the question"

"I've been going to McKinley ever since the beginning of the school year. I'm pretty good at not being found if I wanted to. It's one of the things I do well. And by the way, the only reason you found me today was because I forgot that you attend English class with me."

Santana's eyebrows went up.

"You knew that I went to your English class?! Why didn't you try to talk to me? I know it seemed like I was only after sex when we first met, but come on! I wasn't going to feel you up in the middle of class."

Rachel just sighed.

"If you knew that I was in you class, you would've caused a scene. I don't like that. As I said, it just slipped my mind that you were in that class and I acted like everything was normal. And look where that got me. Answering your questions and proving to you that indeed, I am a real human being and not a figment of your imagination, which I wouldn't be surprised if you did think that."

"You need to stop that weird 'Not-breathing-while-speaking-in-paragraphs thing. It's creepy"

'And hot. Very hot, indeed' completed in her mind.

Rachel just laughed.

Soon enough, both girls just ended up talking about random things throughout lunch. Santana couldn't bring herself to care as to why the shorter girl was shrouded in mystery, and Rachel made it hard to focus when she was doing things like, biting her lip, tucking her hair behind her ear and generally being too cute for Santana's existence. She was a little tempted to just grab the girl and kiss her (She almost did that twice)

Ten minutes before the bell rang, Santana heard something that definitely shouldn't have been there.

"SANNY!"

Both brunettes turned at the same time. Brittany was running towards two girls while waving her hands and smiling like a (cute) maniac. Santana could see Quinn facepalming and following close to the taller blonde. The latina glanced at Rachel. Santana wasn't sure what she was expecting, but it sure wasn't what she saw. Rachel had a large smile on her face and recognition in her eyes. The smaller girl stood up and waved at Brittany, and it couldn't get any weirder when Brittany's eyes widened when she noticed Rachel and soon rushed up to the smaller girl and gave her a giant bear hug, lifted her and spun her around. Rachel just squeeled and laughed. Quinn had a small confused look on her face (Santana was sure she had the same one on) When Brittany finally put the smaller girl down, Rachel looked a little breathless from laughing and the tight hug she just received.

"Hey Britts! How've you been?"

"Rachy! I'm good. You know it's funny because Santana was supposed to be talking to a girl named Rachel and look! You're here."

Rachel laughed her beautiful laugh and just shook her head.

"That's me, Britt. My name is full name is Rachel, remember?"

"Oh yeahhh, sorry I forgot. That's why we made you a nickname, right?"

"Haha, yeah, that's right" Rachel turned to Santana. "I didn't know that you're friends with Britts."

Santana could only look in confusion.

"Anyways, aren't you going to introduce me to your other friend?" Rachel gestured at the other blonde.

Quinn was…well, the shorter blonde was staring. Staring at Rachel. Santana felt a weird mix of annoyance, curiosity and teensy bit of jealousy. Santana had seen that face before. It was the face of a Quinn Fabray with a crush. Rachel nudged her. Santana put the thought away at the back of her head. It looks like she's gonna have to talk to Quinn later.

"This is my best friend, Quinn Fabray. Quinn, this is Rachel. Rachel…" Santana's sentence faded away upon realizing that she didn't know the smaller girl's last name

"Berry. It's Rachel Berry. Nice to meet you" Rachel stepped away from Brittany and closer to Quinn, then held out her and for a shake.

Quinn snapped out of her thoughts and immediately took Rachel's hands and shook them. She went from dazed to flirty in a blink of an eye.

"Hi. It's a pleasure to meet you too."

The blonde was holding Rachel's hand a little longer than necessary, and the brunette didn't even seem to notice. Which made Quinn's smile wider, and Santana's frown deeper.

HEY GUYS!

As promised, here is the next chapter! It may be a little short, but don't forget that the next chapter will be out (hopefully) by Monday, Tuesday if I get too tired. Whatever happens, it's bound to be out on or before Wednesday.

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