A/N: I do not own Glee or its characters in any way.

"What the hell are you doing here?!"

"Please calm down, Santana. It is unnecessary for you to raise your voice indoors. "

Santana sighed. Even if Rachel had no clue, she's pretty much already whipped. Rachel is her mate, which means anything she wants she gets. In her opinion, this little impromptu visit is just a disaster waiting to happen.

Santana lowered her voice considerably, "Fine. Berry, please explain why you're standing in my room."

"Thank you, Santana. Could you please close your laptop? I would like to have your undivided attention since you have yet to kick me out of your home. A victory so far might I add. The reason I am still standing is because you haven't offered me a seat. That's very rude but I will continue on. As you have decided to avoid me and do everything to not spend time with me, I took matters into my own hands. I decided to come here and spend the evening with you."

Santana sat wide-eyed and with her mouth agape. Rachel had managed to say all of that in one single breath.

Imagine what else she could do with that mouth…Santana focus! This is a dangerous situation. Rachel's in my bedroom. We're alone. Oh god.

"Berry, I've told you a thousand times already. Being friends cannot happen. I thought we were on the same page?"

"Santana, come on! You have no legitimate excuse to avoid and ignore me. You won't even have a simple conversation with me. Is that so hard," Rachel huffed.

"Yes," Santana deadpanned.

"I guess you do really hate me. I'm sorry to have bothered you. I will no longer be a nuisance to you. Goodbye, Santana."

Rachel sniffed and turned towards the door.

Shit, I didn't mean to make her cry!

Santana was torn. Seeing her mate near tears because of her was not on her bucket list. She had to do something.

Maybe I can handle being friends. I'm Santana Lopez, I can do anything.

"Rachel, wait. I'm sorry. Things are sort of complicated. There's stuff that you don't know about me, but I guess we can try to be friends. Just…just don't cry, okay?"

Once Santana had finished speaking, Rachel turned around with shock clearly written on her face.

"Y-you called me Rachel…and you apologized. Wow, this is so exciting; I think we're off to a great start!"

Santana's features scrunched up in confusion then it slowly became clear to her. Rachel had played her. She made her think that Santana had hurt her feelings.

Oh hell no. She did not.

Before Santana could respond with the appropriate amount of snarky attitude, she felt a smaller body collide with her own. Rachel had launched a surprise hug on Santana. The force sent both girls tumbling on Santana's bed.

"Oh, San! Can I call you that? Or would you prefer S? Maybe I should give you a new nickname reserved for me. We can dwell on that matter later. I'm elated that we can begin becoming more acquainted with one another. It would help if I stayed for dinner, don't you think?"

Santana nodded. She was speechless at the moment. They were on her bed. Rachel was on top of her. She's in a pair of loose basketball shorts and getting a boner is not convenient when Rachel doesn't even know about her extra friend yet.

"Uh, yeah sure. You can stay over or whatever. But can you, uh, get off of me?"

Rachel blushed realizing what position they were in. It didn't help that the Latina looked incredibly sexy. She was only wearing shorts and a tank top, yet she even managed to make that outfit look good on her.

We're only now starting a friendship. I can't let my feelings for Santana ruin that!

Rachel slowly stood up detaching herself from Santana.

"I apologize, Santana. I should have warned you before I showed such a display of affection."

"Don't worry about it, Berry. You're kinda sexy in those skirts. I don't mind. Now let's get downstairs since you've invited yourself over. Dinner's almost ready."

Santana winked then began descending the stairs while leaving behind a blushing Rachel.

Was Santana flirting with me?

"Mami y Papi, I invited Rachel to stay for dinner. Is that okay?"

"Ay mija. As if you have to ask!" exclaimed Santana's mother.

"Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Lopez. I'm grateful that you've let me intrude into your home."

"Nonsense, Rachel. You're not intruding. It's rare that we see anyone besides Quinn and Brittany come over and spend time with my daughter. I'm sure you know she can be quite the hot head," said Santana's father, Enrique.

Santana groaned. "Papi, stop embarrassing me!"

Santana's mother just laughed at her daughter's behavior.

"I'm glad someone can put up with my daughter's attitude. Don't worry about formalities, dear. Just call me Maribel and my husband Enrique. We're glad to have you over. We work with your father, you know."

"You work with my dads? See, Santana! We have more in common than you think."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's just eat. I'm starving, Mami!"

Surprisingly, dinner went smoothly. Rachel and Santana's parents got along very well. Santana spent most of her time eating while Rachel wondered how the girl stayed so fit when she ate like a football player.

Perhaps I can convince her to join me in the wonders of being vegan.

Thankfully, Maribel was kind enough to make Rachel a nice salad after finding out the girl was vegan. As it turns out, Maribel worked at the Lima Hospital along with Leroy Berry. They were both pediatric surgeons. Hiram and Enrique both worked at Lima's local therapy center.

Santana's parents always wondered if their daughter got along with the Berry's daughter. They had heard wonderful stories of the young girl. She could be a great influence on Santana.

After dinner, Santana offered to walk Rachel home.

"That's very nice of you, Santana. You do realize that I only live three houses down, right?"

"Are you serious? I had no idea we're practically neighbors, Berry!"

"Well, I thought you knew. I find it ridiculous when you threaten to go 'all Lima Heights' on someone considering we live in a more respectable part of Lima."

"Berry, just because we're talking doesn't mean you can tell people that. It's part of my reputation, ya know? I gots to keep it reals. I can't have people thinking I'm a spoiled daddy's girl."

"Alright, Santana. Whatever you want. Once again, thank you for walking me home."

Without realizing it, the girls had arrived at the Berry's home. Rachel had mentioned something before to Santana about walking to school most days. It gave the cheerleader and idea.

"Hey, Berry. I could give you a ride to school tomorrow morning. I mean, if it's okay with you. I'm picking up Quinn and Brittany, so it won't be a problem. What do you say?"

"Wow, Santana. I'd never thought you would actually want to put effort towards being friends. Thank you that would be lovely. You can pick me up around 8. "

"Haha, don't be surprised. If I said I would try being friends then that's what I'll do. I'll see you tomorrow morning. Goodnight, Rachel."

"Goodnight, Santana. By the way, I really like it when you call me Rachel instead of Berry."

Rachel blushed slightly as she closed the door to her house.

Santana smiled and began to make her way back home.

What am I getting myself into?

A/N: Thanks for the reviews, guys! I plan on continuing this story, but I'm not sure how long it will be. I'm not sure how often I'll update either. Where I live, we're on spring break so that's why I even had time to start writing, haha. But I'm having fun writing this and I'm glad you guys like it! I tried to make this chapter a little longer :)

silentreaser - she most definitely is :)

Arial Wolf - you should totally check out The kitten and the wolf (Brittana) by Gleehipster and Must Be a Wolf Thing (Pezberry) by I'm-So-Tape :)

heavy-chan - thank you! :)

RiannaSeven - I already kind of have a beta (sorta), haha. But I may get back to you on that. Thanks! :)