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A/N: Thanks to everyone that read and reviewed the first chapter. I'm glad you enjoyed. I hope you all enjoy this as well. You may want to break out your Google Translate, there's a lot of untranslated Spanish herein.

Chapter 2

History and The Future

"Sannie, can you come down here?" Armando Lopez called up the stairs.

Six year old, gap toothed Santana Lopez opened the door to her bedroom and shouted back, "One second, Papa!"

"Bring Brittany with you when you come, please." A moment later the music blasting from the girl's bedroom stopped and Santana quickly came bounding down the staircase followed quickly by her gangly, skinny, snaggle toothed best friend. "Santana, Brittany this is a friend of mine that I haven't seen since med school. This is Leroy Berry and this," he pointed at the tiny, smiling little girl on his lap, "is his little girl, Rachel. They just moved to town. Rachel, this is my daughter Santana and her friend Brittany."

"Hello," Rachel said.

"Hi," Brittany spoke first, "You're really pretty."

The tiny girl blushed and scooted her way off of her father's lap. "Thank you, Brittany. That's very kind of you to say," Rachel replied as she came to stand with the other girls across the room. "You're quite pretty, as well."

Brittany's eyes had gone wide while Rachel was talking. "Whoa," she said, "you sound really smart, too." The frizzy haired blonde girl noticed the sizable height difference between them and continued, "How old are you?"

"I am six years old," Rachel answered, "How old are you?"

"I'm six, too!" responded Brittany excitedly. "So is San. Oh, this is Santana. She's usually not this quiet. So you're gonna be in our grade. Do you know what teacher you're gonna have?"

Rachel shook her head and looked at Leroy, "Daddy, do you know who my teacher is at my new school?"

"I believe they said her name was a Miss Melbourne," he responded.

Brittany's face lit up and she practically yelled, "She's totally our teacher! You're in our class!"

"Brittany," Armando admonished, "inside voices, honey."

"Sorry, Papa," she said.

"It's okay, honey," he replied with a smile when the little blonde girl called him Papa. "Maybe you girls want to go play upstairs in Santana's room? We're just going to be talking about boring grown-up stuff down here."

"Totally," she said to Armando before turning her attention back to Rachel, "San has the coolest room. You gotta come and see." Brittany, not waiting for answer, seized both brunettes by the hands and dragged them bodily up the stairs and into Santana's bedroom. As soon as the girls were in, Rachel saw that Brittany was absolutely right, this room was awesome. There were posters everywhere, a bookcase full of books and CDs, two racks of movies, one full of tapes, the other full of DVDs… and a TV. Santana had her own TV in her room. Rachel thought that was the coolest thing she had ever seen.

Brittany went and flung herself on Santana's bed leaving the other girls standing by the doorway. "So Rachel, where is your mommy?" asked Brittany, "Is she at work? My mommy's at work. She works a lot, that's why I'm at San's all the time."

"I don't know my mom," Rachel said sadly, "I've never met her, but I have two daddies," she said proudly.

Santana looked at her confused, but once again said nothing. Brittany, however, flashed a huge smile and said, "Two daddies? Does that mean you get twice as many piggy back rides?"

Rachel was glad that Brittany seemed to be excited about Rachel's having two fathers. A lot of times when she told people about that part of her life they would get quiet and then stop talking to her. She didn't understand why and she tried not to let it upset her, but sometimes it did. "I love piggy back rides," Rachel said with a smile, "and I do get a lot of them."

"That's totally cool," Brittany said. "It's kinda sad that you don't have a mom, but San has the best mom, and she tells me all the time to call her mamá, like San calls her and she calls me 'mija' which is like Spanish for daughter, maybe she'll let you call her Mama and call you 'mija' too. Then you'll have a mom and we can all be sisters and besties." Rachel smiled even bigger at this. Brittany finally noticed that Santana still hadn't spoken. "San, you're being weird. Stop not saying things."

Santana looked down and then at Rachel before finally saying softly, "Do you like The Powerpuff Girls?"

Rachel smiled and started to answer but was interrupted by Brittany pushing herself up on her knees, sticking both arms up in the air and saying, "Sugar!"

Santana followed suit saying, "Spice!"

Both girls looked to Rachel who bit her bottom lip in excitement before mimicking the other girls' actions and say, "And Everything Nice!"

X X X X X

"Rachel. Hey, Rachel!" Santana was almost to the point of shouting. The girls were sitting Santana's Sequoia parked in the driveway of the Lopez House. Dinner at the Berry House had gone smashingly. There was laughter and smiles all around. Santana felt insanely guilty for lying to the men about her part in Rachel's treatment at school and she knew that sometime soon she was going to have to sit down with her favorite uncles and confess and throw herself at their mercies, but she also knew that tonight she just wanted to enjoy having her friend back. Shortly after dinner Santana called her mother, having neglected to tell her that she wouldn't be home for dinner. Her mom told her to bring herself home and to bring her other daughter with her. Santana hadn't clarified where she was and opted to leave it as a surprise. "You were seriously gone there for like five minutes," Santana said to Rachel, "Where did you go?"

"Not where," Rachel corrected with a crooked smile, "When. I was daydreaming about the first time I was ever here."

"Heh," Santana chuckled, "Playing Powerpuff Girls?"

"It's too bad we didn't make up sooner," Rachel said, "We could have been Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup for Halloween again this year. That would have been great fun, although we may have had resort to making our own costumes. There probably aren't a lot adult sized Powerpuff Girls costumes."

"We wouldn't have let that stop us," Santana said confidently.

"No, of course not," Rachel agreed. "Remember in third grade when we finally convinced Daddy to be Professor Utonium?" Both girls cackled in laughter, their heads rolling towards one another. When they opened their eyes they found themselves staring deeply into each others' eyes. Rachel unconsciously ran her tongue over her bottom lip but a second before she could lean in for another kiss Santana popped the driver's side door open.

"Come on," the Latina called from outside the vehicle, "Mama's waiting." Rachel couldn't help but feel a little bit disappointed, but the disappointment was quickly replaced by the excitement at seeing Santana's parents again. She quickly exited the truck and made her way quickly up the walk catching up with Santana who had stopped at the front door. "Mama doesn't know you're coming. She thinks I was at Brittany's. I didn't correct her so that we can surprise her." Rachel smiled mischievously, as Santana pushed through the door saying, "Mama, we're home."

"In the den," Maria Lopez called back. The girls made their way down the hall. Rachel was careful to make as little noise as possible remembering that Brittany always treads lightly instinctively, the result of years of dancing training.

"Hey, Mama," Santana said walking into the den to stand in front of her mother sitting on the couch, "sorry about dinner, we got to talking and I didn't even think."

"Brittany, you were supposed to text me when she forgets about her mamá," Maria said without looking up.

Rachel, leaning against the doorframe, looked to Santana who nodded back to her slightly. "Brittany's not here," she said smiling as Maria snapped her attention to the familiar voice, a look of complete and utter shock on her face, "and I was not aware of this arrangement or I would surely have texted you."

Maria was off the couch in a second, "Mija Rachel," she said as if she wasn't sure the girl was really there, "vienen aquí ahora." Rachel did as instructed and walked into the den and was met halfway by the older Latina. Maria grabbed the tiny girl and wrapped her up in a hug that would have made Brittany proud. "Oh, cómo te he echado, mi querida!"

"Yo también, mamá," Rachel said thoroughly enjoying the warm sensation in her chest, happy tears collecting her eyes at the embrace of the only mother she'd ever known, "yo también!"

"You two catch up," Santana said, "I'm gonna go change out of this uniform." She turned and walked out of the room in the certainty that neither of them had heard a word she just said.

After a few minutes of both of them enjoying the firm hug, Maria pushed Rachel back gently to look her in the face. She ran her hand down the length of Rachel's hair bringing it to rest on the girl's shoulder. "Mira cómo has crecido en esta hermosa joven." She cupped both of Rachel cheeks in her hands and added, "Te amo, Rachel."

The tears that Rachel had been keeping check were loose and running down her cheeks in an instant as Rachel pulled her back into another big hug. Maria brought one hand up to hold the smaller girl's head against her chest firmly. "Te quiero, mamá," Rachel responded softly, the sound and the feeling of Maria's heart beating against her head the most soothing thing she could ever remember experiencing. A couple minutes of shared silence later Rachel spoke again, "Pero no te preocupes," she looked up, locking the inquisitive eyes of Maria, "no importa lo grande que puede conseguir, nunca voy a superar su cocina maravillosa."

Maria cut loose with a huge laugh at this, taking Rachel by the hand leading her out of the den and said, "Ven aquí. Hice mi salsa al igual que siempre te ha gustado."

"Con patatas fritas caseras?" asked Rachel as they made their way into the kitchen.

Maria opened the refrigerator and called back over her shoulder, "Usted sabe la respuesta a esa pregunta. She pointed at a bowl on the counter covered plastic wrap, which Rachel quickly retrieved.

"Yes, of course, I do," Rachel said as she pulled the plastic wrap off the chips while Maria opened the Tupperware with the famous Lopez Family Salsa in it. They both dug in.

"I'm glad to see you've kept up you Spanish, young lady."

"Well, I had to," Rachel said. Maria cast an inquisitive look her way. "I had to be able to hold up my end of a conversation with my mamá," Rachel explained with a smile.

"I do speak English, sweetheart, pretty well, in fact."

"Obviously," said Rachel, "but I enjoy our conversations in Spanish. It's something special just between us. Brittany and Santana are both fluent but we always speak in English. It's like when my dad and I speak Hebrew to one another."

Maria chuckled once again, "Ay Dios Mio, Rachel how many languages do you speak?"

"Four," she said, "English, Spanish, Hebrew, and Brittany." Maria laughed again at this. Her laughter was almost always infectious and soon Rachel was laughing uncontrollably. Once they calmed back down, Rachel wiped tears from her eyes once again, "Echaba de menos esta gran. Mamá, I'm so sorry I haven't been around to see you."

"If I understand the situation, mija, Tana didn't really give you much choice in the matter."

Rachel shrugged slightly while staring hard at the salsa bowl, "I managed to maintain a relationship with Brittany in spite of Santana's attitude. I should have made more effort with you as well."

"You and Brittany go to school together, Brittany doesn't have a job, and as much as it may feel otherwise sometimes, Brittany doesn't live here in the same house with Santana, but I accept your apology and offer mine in return, since I should have made the effort as well and didn't." Rachel hugged her with one arm, resting her head on Maria's shoulder while she continued her assault on the salsa bowl with her free hand. "Usted sabe, yo estaba en su exposición el sábado."

Rachel looked up at her and asked excitedly, "En serio?"

Maria nodded. "Que eran impresionantes, niña. Estoy muy orgulloso de ti, Rachel."

"Gracias, mamá, eso significa mucho," Rachel beamed.

"Hey, there you guys are," Santana said. She'd located them several minutes earlier but decided to let them have their moment before finally walking into the kitchen to join the pair. She'd changed into a pair of gray yoga pants and loose fitting white t-shirt. She'd also taken her contacts out, opting for her glasses. This was the Santana that Rachel was use to hanging out with. "Oh, sweet, salsa!" she said.

X X X X X

"I'm sorry," Santana said once they were alone in Santana's bedroom.

"You said that, already," Rachel replied as she flopped over backwards onto Santana's giggling to herself at the memory of doing the same hundreds of times in the past. Rachel was thoroughly loving being back in the Lopez house, dozens of wonderful memories rushing back to her.

"Yeah, but that was for being a bitch to you," Santana clarified while sitting down next to Rachel on the bed. "Now I'm sorry for taking that away from you. I forgot… or maybe just didn't want to remember… how close the two of you are. I'm sorry for taking away the only mother you've ever known."

Rachel scrunched her eyes shut and said, "Thank you for giving her back to me, Santana."

Santana scoffed in surprise. She certainly hadn't been expecting that response, but in retrospect she figured she probably should have. She lay down staring up at the ceiling and said, "Um, you're welcome, and listen, no matter what happens between us, if we end up friends for life once again or if we fall out again tomorrow, you don't ever have to stop talking to her again, okay?"

"Really?" Rachel smiled in relief, turning to face the girl next to her.

"Yeah," she said pausing for a long moment before continuing, "She's your mama, too. She loves you like a daughter. It's not fair to either of you that you can't have a relationship because of me. Same goes for Britt, if for whatever reason we don't work our shit out, you guys don't have to hide your friendship from me."

"And why exactly," Rachel began, "wouldn't we work our… shit out?"

Santana chuckled at the sound of Rachel cussing but fell quiet again remaining silent for a minute before saying, "Because of, uh…"

When Santana trailed off, Rachel sat up and looked down at Santana still lying down, "Because of the kiss?" she asked.

Santana ran her hands through her long hair while taking a long, calming breath in through her nose and out through her mouth before speaking, "It's more to do with what the kiss means."

"What does it mean?" Rachel asked, "I mean it doesn't have to mean anything. If it's going to be a burden on our friendship, then we can gladly forget that it happened. This has been the best day I've had in years. I deeply wish it to not be the only one we have, so if that means ignoring that one little kiss…"

"I can't ignore it, Rachel," Santana said obviously trying to maintain an even tone.

"Why not?"

Santana finally sat up and looked Rachel in the eyes, "Because I've wanted to kiss you for a long time now."

Rachel Berry prided herself on being prepared for all eventualities. She had contingency plans for her contingency plans. She routinely worked up charts and even whole Power Point presentations to go along with these plans. She had speeches written for when she won her first Grammy, Tony, Emmy, and Oscar. She also had her brief congratulatory speeches written for the slim chance that she didn't win those awards once nominated. In all that preparation, however, Rachel had not worked up a plan for what to do should her best friend since second grade confess to wanting to kiss her, especially since said best friend had spent the last year and a half harassing her and making her life hell. As such, she was fairly certain she was staring at the girl like an idiot with her mouth hanging open. She may have even been drooling. God, don't let her have been drooling. "Y-You…" she sputtered out briefly before that train of thought departed without her. "I… I… I was… not expecting you to say that," she said lamely. "W-Wh-Why…." There were suppose to be more words attached to that one but they didn't come.

"Um, because, goober, I kinda like you." Santana quickly shook her head and quickly corrected herself, "Not kinda, I do. I like you… a lot."

"I… I wasn't actually meaning to ask why you wanted to kiss me," Rachel said, the ability to properly string words together returning to her, "although I understand that's how it sounded. What I had intended to ask was why the… the last year and a half?" She was trying to enquire without invoking guilt. She hoped Santana understood that.

"Because I fucked it all up!" the Latina growled, throwing herself back down onto the bed in anger at herself.

"That will need more clarification," Rachel said,

"Yeah," Santana said, "I know." She pressed the palm of her hand against her forehead, closing her eyes. Rachel wasn't entirely sure what Santana was doing but she opted not to push and let her come out with it in her own time. "It was supposed to be for you, both of you, you and Brittany. You know Izzy went to McKinley, right?" Rachel nodded. Isobel Lopez was Santana's cousin and six years older than them. "She used to tell me about all the horror stories of McKinley, things that we've since experienced for ourselves. She told me about how jocks and cheerleaders treated outcasts and losers, and you know how we were in middle school. You were… well, pretty much you. You talk a lot, you're obsessed with Broadway, you have a unique fashion sense… and you have two dads. No matter how hard you tried otherwise, you were going to get labeled an outcast. Brittany, God love her, before you started taking her to dance class with you, she was awkward and skinny and braces and frizzy hair. Who would have guessed she'd turn into a beautiful swan over that summer? And then there was me. You know how I was. I was, well, like this." Santana pointed to herself, "Baggy clothes and glasses and my stupid curly hair. That messenger bag that I took everywhere and that worn out copy of The History of the World by J.M. Roberts. I was fucking scared to death of what would happen when Queen Broadway, the awkward, flighty girl, and Tana the history nerd walked into that school freshman year."

Santana stopped to run her under her eyes and then up to her temples. She continued, "I mean I didn't really care what they did to me. I knew I could take care of myself, but you two…" She shook her head. "It scared me to death and more and more I found my thoughts and concerns going more to you than to Britt. I tried to tell myself that it was because you were tiny and that people stood a better chance of actually hurting you, but even then I knew that was fucked up and backwards because you already knew how shitty people could be. Brittany was the wide eyed innocent one. If anyone, I should have been more concerned about her. Since I've generally never been one to live with my head up my ass, I had to face facts that I had feelings for you."

"So you joined Cheerios to… escape? Deny?"

Santana sighed and sat back up once more. "That's basically what ended up happening, but that wasn't the plan. The plan was that I was going to join Cheerios, get to the top of social pyramid, and then I'd be able to protect you. So I started straightening my hair and buying clothes out of fashion magazines so I could fit in with the Cheerios. I told Brittany the plan and she got really excited about the idea of joining the squad and said she wanted to do it too, and I figured what the hell? Two Cheerios could protect you better than one anyway. The flaw in that logic became clear really quickly and I had to spend all my time protecting Brittany from the Cheerios. Pretty soon rumors got around the locker room about me and Brittany, and Sylvester told us in absolutely no uncertain terms that you can't be a Cheerio and be gay. Fucking booster club homophobia bullshit." Santana rolled her eyes. "But even after all that, I thought if I could make Captain, I could still protect you. Even if I couldn't be with you, I could still protect you and anyone who wanted to know why could go fuck themselves, but that plan was shot to hell because fucking Quinn Fabray was a legacy. She made Captain over me, so I was stuck at number two which basically means doing whatever the hell she says and she had a perfect Catholic girl image to uphold. I thought if I waited she'd eventually fuck up and I could oust her."

"And she did," Rachel interjected, "you've been Head Cheerio for over a month now."

"I lost sight of my goal a while back, Rachel. Look, I'm not telling you all of this to try to excuse all the horrible shit I've done to you. There is no excuse for victimizing someone you love. I just…"

"Love?" Rachel questioned.

"You know I love you, Rachel, just like you love me. Am I in love with you? I don't know." Rachel nodded in understand. "Like I said, not making excuses, I just wanted you to know what my intentions were and where and why it went wrong. It's just… after months of just fucking all of them gunning for you, I… I think I gave up hope that I could ever turn it around. You were too big of a target for too long, I didn't think I could call them off, so I gave up and gave in."

"I guess I get that," Rachel said.

"You do?" Santana asked skeptically, "Because I lived it, and I barely get it."

"You transformed yourself in an attempt to do something incredibly sweet," Rachel explained, "and it blew up in your face. It would be natural to be somewhat lost after that. What I don't get, Tana," Rachel's tone shifted dramatically, "what I don't get is why you started sleeping with everyone in sight. You use to have so much respect for yourself. What happened?"

"The rumors of my promiscuity have been greatly exaggerated," Santana smiled at herself for pulling out and paraphrasing Mark Twain. Rachel on the other hand just looked confused. "The last week of eighth grade I got curious about things and I offered to give Kevin Jernigan a handjob under the bleachers after school. I really didn't see what the big fuss was. Halloween freshman year, I got drunk and let Matt Rutherford fuck me at a football party and it was just awful. As a cheerleader, you can have one of two reputations: wholesome goody-goody like Quinn was or the big slut. I wasn't the first one anymore so other guys started asking but I said no but I said they could tell people we did. I couldn't tell you why I did that, except that it meant they owed me. Eventually Puck developed his reputation and we hooked up a couple times this past summer and it was… okay. He got the job done. I didn't love it or him. After that I started to face some more facts."

"Like what?"

"Having feelings for you was one thing, but that I didn't really like any of the boys I was hanging with and sex with boys didn't excite me much. It became pretty obvious that I was gay, so once again I got curious and I…" Santana trailed off. She'd come this far, but she didn't know how Rachel would react to this last big revelation. Her hitched eyebrow told Santana that she wasn't getting away with not saying it. "I had sex with Brittany."

"With Brittany?" Rachel repeated, the shock in her voice almost covered up the little bit of hurt buried in there, but Santana still caught it.

"I know, from your point of view it's hugely fucked up. I want to be with you so I go off and bang your best friend," Santana said raising both hands up in front of her trying to keep the tiny diva from getting even more upset, "but you've gotta understand, it wasn't like that. I didn't know until today that you and Britt were still friends and I wasn't using her to replace you, I swear. As fucked up as my head has been lately, I'd never do that to you or Britt."

"Then why?" Rachel was still clearly struggling to maintain her composure.

"Because I had to know if I could… Okay, look, I don't have the balls to sniff out another teenage lesbian, if she even exists, much less pursue her, in the tiny little homophobic hellhole of a town, but I thought there was maybe like a one-in-a-million shot that you might reciprocate my feelings, and in that slim chance I had to know if I could… get a girl off."

Rachel couldn't help but laugh at the confession, "So you were preparing for what you assume to be the remote possibility that I'd consent to sexual intercourse with you?"

"Uh, yeah," Santana replied, Rachel smirked, "What you're like the damned queen of plans. You have plans for the possibility of a zombie outbreak. I can't do a little prep work of my own?"

"Is that what you call it?"

"Yes, damnit," Santana spat out, "Is it so hard to imagine that I want you so badly that I wanted to make sure that on the slim chance that you were ever willing, that I was damn well going to be able? Seriously, I thought my having a plan would score me major point in your book."

"Maybe it would if all your planning didn't revolve around sex," Rachel said with a hint of playfulness in her voice.

Santana smiled a lopsided smile, "I may or may not have other non-sexual plans, too." She was hesitant to get her hopes up, but she couldn't help but infer things from what Rachel was saying and what she wasn't saying. Santana couldn't help but notice that Rachel wasn't saying no, which wasn't quite as good as a yes, but it was far better than she felt like she had any right to expect.

"Thank you for talking about all this with me, Tana," Rachel instinctively reverted back to her nickname for the Latina from their youth. "I know you've never been one to have long, in-depth conversations about emotional things."

Santana just shrugged. "Kinda owed you big time."

Rachel nodded. "Still I appreciate it. Now as to what I'm certain you are dying to hear, if I'm being honest about the situation, then I'd have to say that I'd never thought about you in that way before…"

"It's cool, Rach," Santana interrupted, "Honestly, I'm happy as shit just to have my friend back. I can deal…"

"Santana!" Rachel cut back in, perhaps a bit too loudly, "Can you, just this once, listen without interrupting all the time?" Santana figured the best way to answer that question was to not answer it. "Good, now as I was trying to say, I've never thought of you that way before today, but… that kiss this morning was… phenomenal." Santana's eyes lit up and a bright smile was instantly stretched across her face. She dared to hope. "It was… I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I really wanted to kiss you again in your car when we got here."

"I know," Santana said, "I did too, but I didn't want mamá coming out and finding us making out in the car. I didn't want that to be how you two were re-introduced."

"Yes," Rachel agreed, "That would likely have been awkward."

"I wouldn't stop you now," Santana said, only half joking, which was fortunate since Rachel sprung from her seated position in an instant, mashing their lips together and toppling the both of them over backwards onto the bed. Santana's arms instinctively wrapped themselves around Rachel's back pulling the smaller girl flush against her. Rachel braced herself on her elbows on either side of Santana's head. This time Santana wasted no time seeking entrance into Rachel's mouth, and Rachel didn't hesitate a second in letting her in. When their tongues slid along one another's, Santana was certain that she was dreaming. This sensation was too amazing to be real she thought. She gripped the girl tighter in an effort to convince herself that it was real. She slid her hands down to Rachel's waist and slowly slipped her fingers up under the hem of her sweater. The smaller girl sighed at the touch. In return she moved her left knee between Santana's legs and moved her left hand down to caress the Latina's muscular thigh. Santana was quickly having trouble maintaining her composure.

The girls were suddenly shocked apart as Maria Lopez loudly cleared her throat, leaning against the door frame. "Mamá! Knock!" Santana shouted as Rachel quickly moved off of her.

"I did knock," she countered, "and I distinctly heard someone say yes. I see now that you weren't talking to me."

"Mamá, I can explain…"

"Save it, Santana," Maria interrupted, "You're both smart enough girls to know your limits. Keep your clothes on and your hands over the clothes while I'm in the house and sit down and have a conversation with your papa so he doesn't find out like this. Buenas noches, niñas" She walked off without another word.

Rachel bolted out of the bed after her catching up with her just outside the older Latina's bedroom door. She said, "Está realmente bien con esto?"

"Ella es mejor contigo que sin ti. Sé que va a ser bueno para ella, sólo asegúrese de que es bueno para usted también," Maria replied looking Rachel deep in the eyes.

"Yo quiero, mamá." Maria cupped Rachel's cheek and kissed her on the forehead before pushing into her bedroom. Rachel turned and walked back to Santana's room. She found Santana sitting on her bed looking at her phone.

"Brittany's calling," she said. Rachel just nodded. Santana answered the call and quickly switched to speakerphone. "What's up, Britts?"

"I'm not interrupting sexy times, am I?" she asked.

"I wouldn't have answered the phone if you were," Santana replied.

"Good, I wanna come see you guys," Brittany said.

Santana looked to Rachel who nodded vigorously as she quickly crossed the room and lay back down. "Um, okay." No sooner had the words left Santana's mouth than the girls heard the front door open and close, then one of the stairs creaking as someone move up the staircase, and a moment later Brittany appeared in the doorway.

"Are you guys girlfriends, yet?" the blond asked as she too climbed onto the bed shedding her shoes and jacket all the while. She curled up beside Rachel, wrapping the diva's left arm around herself.

"No," Santana said. Brittany looked at her confused. "I have to sing to her and take her out on an adequately impressive first date before I'm allowed to ask her to be my girlfriend." Rachel looked at the Latina in stunned surprise. "What? Like I don't know you? You think I don't know your requirements of courtship?" Santana then lay down on Rachel's right side and Rachel wrapped Santana in her right arm and let out a deep sigh of contentment.

"Hey, Britt," Rachel said, "Do you remember the first night I came over here?"

"Sugar!"

"Spice!"

"And Everything Nice!"

A/N: So I really like this story and I want to do more with it, but I already have two on-going stories that I'm trying to update frequently, so what I think I'm going to do with this story is let this be the end of "Tell Me Why" and whenever the mood strikes me or if I need something to break my writer's block (which is what this was originally for) then I'll write another one or two shot involving some combination of these characters. If you want to keep up with them, tag me as Author Alert/Favorite. Thanks for reading.