Don't indulge in the hating of me! The fricking Internet was down! Damnation. I need more reviews! Oh that sounds so bratty but I do, I do! It's a never-ending cycle: no reviews make me sad, make my writing bad, with leads to less reviews! So even if this is a bad chapter, please be nice so that my writing gets better! I don't know who you were expecting this dude to be... but I wanted to make this chapter happy, not depressing like the last one. Yeah... I dipped deep into the scary pit. But I'm back in normal land. BTW it's really hard to build up relationships with all the characters so there won't be Faberry, Pezberry, Puckleberry or Cherry in every chapter... but I'll try to cram in lots of some sort of Berry goodness. Oh and one more BTW: there is a lot of talking in this chapter... I'm sorry! But there's a reason. You'll find out at the end of the chapter. I hope it makes up for the boring crap.

Disclaimer: At some point, Brittany did not have at least three lines in each episode. OMG THE HORROR! So you see, I do not own glee. I'm a rhymer (if that's a word)!

Here you go:

"Michael! You scared the fu- uh, the frick out of me."

"Nice dodge." Mike chuckled. "What was with the freak out?"

"Long story. Don't want to talk about it." Rachel waved Mike off.

"Okay. We won't talk about it then." The boy was suddenly right beside Rachel, a grin still fixed on his face. "Can I walk you home?"

"Sure."

"So, is there more to this vegan thing?" Asked Mike, eager to talk.

"Yeah. I guess I was kind of sick of missing out on everything. I've been kind of... I guess you could say dipped into all these different passions – drawing, painting, sports, stuff like that – but I never really found a hobby that I can just enjoy instead of being all high maintenance. I never thought about cooking as a hobby but when I started, there weren't any nice recipes. I've lived my whole life as a vegan but I never really thought why. I guess I did it to be different but I'm already different enough being myself."

"That's a lot more complicated then I would have thought."

Rachel blushed. "Sorry. As you know, I tend to go off on tangents that are not necessarily interesting."

"That's fine. I think its cute." Mike chuckled.

"I seem to be very humorous to you tonight. Will you stop or are you doing it to annoy me?"

"I don't understand that question. I laugh because you are funny." Mike stated. "And hot."

Rachel's blush came back. "Red is not an attractive colour on me Michael. Why must you flatter me?"

"Cause you deserve it."

They were quiet for a while.

"I'm hungry." Rachel said randomly.

"After all that chocolate? Well, there's a 7 eleven up near here – unless the sight of Slurpies is too frightening for you."

"No, I've got a need for something fruity – and I'm not scared of slurpies. Don't worry, Michael. I don't expect you to buy a fruit snack for me at this late hour. I'll eat at my house."

"Can I get a piece of that action?" Mike wondered, trying to keep his eyes on the ground.

"Of course. I'll never deny the chance to be a hostess. My house is just up here."

"I remember, remember? The infamous alcohol bash. That's why I'm walking you home. Because you're too smart to banish me."

"Banish? I'm rubbing off on you Michael."

It was Mike's turn to blush as they turned into Rachel's front garden.

"I forgot how big your house is." The boy commented as his eyes stretched over the big house.

Rachel said nothing as she led the way through her front door.

"I'll be right back." Rachel called from the kitchen. Mike hadn't even noticed her leaving the huge lounge room. He sat gingerly on the couch, not wanting to mess up the carefully arranged plush pillows.

"Turn on the TV if you'd like." Rachel called again.

Mike did so, flicking through channels. "Nothings on except old sitcoms and slasher flicks." He mumbled to himself.

"Put on Pirates of the Caribbean." Rachel said from the doorway, wiping her hands on a hand towel.

"Which one?" Mike said coolly, trying to cover up the fact that she'd really scared him.

"My favourite's the third." The boy put it in the DVD player and waited.

Rachel came in with a platter of fruit. She put the tray on the table. Mike raised his eyebrow.

"Just frozen grapes?"

"You can grab other stuff if you want."

Mike shook his head as he played the movie.

"Can you pause it for a sec please?"

"Sure." Mike did as Rachel had asked. "Why?"

"I'm just going to make some drinks. Want one?"

"What are you offering?" Mike inquired.

"Not alcohol! I... not that you, um, were asking for it. I mean, you're responsible, you wouldn't do that. But you... you might have been and I was just making sure. You might want... you might want a milkshake or something, I have that. Or a hot chocolate? I don't know! But no beer or wine or anything, nothing like that, I'm telling you. Oh, god I'm being offensive, I'm so sorry. And I said god, you might not be religious. Why am I obsessing over everything? Oh, now I'm talking to myself-"

"You're taking too much."

Mike leant in quickly and kissed Rachel lightly on the lips. She closed her eyes, so Mike kissed her harder. She responded, her lips mashing against his at a fast paced rhythm. The boy pulled the diva onto his lap and placed her arms around his neck.

Mike's hands held her in place at her waist. He felt his arms moving of their own accord, pulling Rachel closer into him. His right hand went up and stroked her back. Suddenly Rachel pulled back and jumped up. "I can't... I can't do this. I'm too confused."

Mike got up and walked over to her slowly. "Confused about what?"

Santana, Puck, Quinn and you.

"Just stuff. I need to work some stuff out."

"Okay." The boy looked deflated. "I've got to go."

He rushed out before she could stop him. Just as he walked out through the back door, Santana came in through the front.

Like an exchange. One hottie for another. Holy shoot, what is wrong with me?

"Santana, what are you doing here?" Rachel asked, shock washing over her.

"I followed you home. I was worried. Streets, at night. Stuff like that."

"Oh."

"I saw you and Mike."

"Oh. Oh! I just... I don't know."

Why do I feel so guilty? I'm not Santana's girlfriend.

"No, you don't have to apologise." Santana smiled, as if she were doing Rachel a favour. That was when the diva snapped.

"No, I don't! I'm not your property, or your girlfriend. I don't have to say sorry just because I kissed a guy I like! I don't have to apologise, you should! You can't just sneak into my house and spy on me. Or is that what friends do? Just trying to protect me? Or control me?"

"No. I'm not." Santana said simply. "You know what."

"Santana."

"Rachel?"

"I'm not in the mood for games. Is there another reason why you followed me home?"

"I wanted to find you."

"Why?"

"You know!"

"I don't!"

"Fine. I'll show you."

For the second time that night, Rachel was full on kissed. Santana wasn't like Mike – she didn't start out small or wait for a sign. She just dived head first into full on make out.

Before she knew it, Rachel was kissing back. This kiss was slower than the one she had with Mike – but she couldn't tell if it was better.

Santana brought her back from her thoughts by softly biting Rachel's tongue. Nothing could stop the moan that came out from Rachel Berry's lips just then.

It was low. It was soft. And it made Santana pull back. Rachel immediately regretted it. Santana smirked and got up. She walked behind Rachel and softly purred in her ear:

"Now you know."

The front door closed.

"I'm a slut." Rachel said to herself out loud. "A no good, mangy, slut."

OMG! Rachel said SLUT! Well, you'll have to wait and see what happens next... I'll try to update quicker now... but you never know – the damn internet is pretty shifty. ILY! Please more reviews! Buh bye!