"Wait a second, I need to dip the cloth in the water again. It's kinda dry," I said.

"It's not like I'm going anywhere," Sam said, looking down at his leg.

When I came back, I put the wet cloth on his leg again carefully, trying not to hurt him even more when I heard him grunt in pain.

He slowly moved his hand to support himself as he tried to stand up. His hand was now laid down on my thigh. I tried to help him stand up, but he fell back down on the ground.

"Looks like you're staying here for a while," I smiled.

"I don't mind being here with you," he confessed.

As I tried to process the words he just said, I suddenly felt cold water running down my neck, sliding under my shirt again.

"I am so sorry," Santana said apologetically, holding a hose which was used for watering the garden.

I turned to Sam and his hair was all stuck to his face. Santana dropped the hose and laughed.

I stood up, removing the grass from my shorts and Santana made a step back.

"Oh, you're so fucked," I grinned and reached out for a hose.

She was already running away when I looked up, holding a hose. I ran after her. She was very fast, but I was faster. She was just about to run behind the corner, but I splashed her back with hose. Santana froze when the cold water hit her. She turned around to face me and I splashed her in the face accidentally.

I thought she will be furious, but she just removed her hair from her face and started to laugh.

"Revenge!" I shouted with a proud tone.

"I guess I got what I deserve, didn't I?" Santana chuckled.

I hesitated a bit and then I said: "You deserve even more."

She shrieked and before she got the chance to run away from me again, I splashed her with the hose again. Her shirt was soaking right now. Her abs were now visible through the wet shirt.

I think I stared because her cheeks were flushing. I looked away, I didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

"Now you got what you deserve," I stated.

"Screw you," she said. The corners of her lips twitched into a smile and I knew she didn't mean it seriously.

"Get in line," I teased.

Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. She was so flustered by my words, yet adorable.

"You need to change. I'll bring you my shirt," I tried to distract her.

"Sure, I'll wait in the kitchen," she answered, putting herself back together.

I went into a house, climbed upstairs going into Quinn's room. I opened the door and shrieked.

Rachel was laying on Quinn, resting her head on Quinn's collar bone, breathing deeply. They were probably so tired from the game so they crashed in her room. I tried not to make a sound from all the cuteness so I tiptoed my way to the closet, opened it silently, took the shirt and walked out.

I brought the shirt to Santana who was waiting in the kitchen.

"Thanks," she mumbled as she took the shirt out of my hands, turned away from me, took off her wet shirt and tossed it onto the floor. I caught a glimpse of her bare back and the black bra she was wearing before she put my Coldplay shirt I gave her on. It was a little too big for her, but it looked cute on her and it even matched the red shorts she was wearing.

"Let's go out. Quinn and Rachel are sleeping in Quinn's room. We need to be quiet," I said.

"Wait, they are sleeping together in Quinn's bed?" She said, maybe a little too loud.

"Yeah, like a married couple, they're so cute," I chuckled.

"I knew there was something going on with them, they were so suspicious these past weeks," Santana stated.

"Do you think they're, like, together or something?" I asked Santana curiously, lowering my voice in case anybody was listening.

"No, probably they're just fooling around. Or they're really tired," Santana said sarcastically.

"We shouldn't tell them what you saw. We should wait and see what happens with them," she continued.

"Yeah, that'll be interesting," I said.

I realized that Sam was probably still sitting on the ground, not capable of standing up by himself.

"Let's go, others are going to wonder where we disappeared."

We returned and found Sam sitting by the table where we ate chatting with Mike and Tina.

"Finally, where have you two been?" Tina asked, looking at us.

"We had to solve some stuff," Santana grinned.

"Where did your shirt go?" Sam teased.

"It's somewhere in Quinn's room, I don't remember where Brittany tossed it," she played along.

Sam looked stunned by Santana's answer and immediately flicked his eyes to me. I just smiled mysteriously. Tina and Mike turned to me with the same puzzled look Sam had.

Before Santana and I could explain ourselves, Rachel and Quinn came to us.

"Hey, did we miss anything special?" Rachel asked curiously.

"No, you didn't, but we certainly did miss something," Santana grinned, quickly flashed at me before she looked deeply into Rachel's eyes.

Quinn's cheeks were flushing and before Rachel could justify herself, she said: "My dad told me to get your asses back in the garden.

When arrived, Kurt, Jesse and Mercedes were already there. Suddenly, Nick, Jenna, grandpa Phill and Tina's parents laughed as water from the hoses started to splash all over the garden, making us soaking wet, again. We screamed and tried to run away, but Nick blocked the way out on the one side and Phill on the other one.

I fell to the ground, covering my head with my hands. Soon I felt someone tripping over me and laughing hysterically before the "bang."

I peeked out and I saw Quinn laying on top of Rachel again. I started laughing even more. When they figured out who was behind them, Quinn jumped off of Rachel. She offered me a hand and I stood up, pulling Rachel with me.

I could hardly see because water was splashing me so hard in the face, but I felt someone's hand on my forearm, pulling me aside.

I turned around and tripped when I realized how close was Santana's face to mine. I fell onto her, pinned to the ground and rested my head in the crook of her neck for a while. When I realized what I've done, I quickly stood up and started apologizing.

She looked at me and started saying: "There's nothing to apologize for."

I looked at her gratefully and helped her to stand up. I took her by the arm and pulled her aside.

"Let's tackle Jesse. He always cares how he looks in every moment and this is our chance," Santana said playfully.

"Sure, I kicked his ass in Call of Duty, this will be a piece of cake," I said proudly.

Santana looked at me in amazement and I saw the sparkle in her eyes. I guess her eyes always sparkled when she was about to do something amusing.

We could hardly see anything because the water was splashing us, but I could feel her hand in mine, leading us.

We walked sidewards, looking for a glimpse of blonde hair. And then we saw him. Santana was right, he was standing under the sunshade. We approached him from the back carefully, trying to be as quiet as we could. Santana grabbed him by the shoulder and I

tackled his leg. He screamed as he fell on the ground. Santana and I started laughing and before we understood what was going on, Mike appeared and helped him to get us down. She and I were now on the ground. Mike and Jesse ran away before we got up.

I looked at her and I couldn't suppress the laughter. Her hair was messy, the shirt she was wearing was dirty and stuck to her body. Her sneakers were covered in mud and when she turned around, I saw her back and ass also covered in mud. But she still somehow looked awesome, while I was sure I looked like a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle. And smelled like one, too.

Nick, Jenna, Phill and Tina's parents turned off the hoses and we were safe now. When we came back to the table, looking like a bunch of shit, the whole table roared with laughter.

Soon, they all left. Only Rachel and Santana stayed to help us clean all the mess. I helped them carry the dirty plates inside. When I finished, I went to shower.

I was already done when I realized I haven't brought any clothes to change into. I peeked out of the bathroom, checking if anybody was upstairs. I didn't hear or see anyone so I sneaked into Quinn's room. I opened the door and found Santana sitting on the bed. Her eyes goggled when she saw me. Well, the only thing that was covering me was a towel, but I think it didn't make any difference.

"Oh...um...I forgot my clothes so," I said.

"Um..y-yeah-sure," she stuttered.

I took my clothes out of the closet and smiled to her. Her mouth were still in an "O" shape when I looked at her the last time before I went to the bathroom again.