OMG! Did anyone else hear? Demi Lovato is going to be on Glee's season 5 as Rachel and Santana's new friend! I LOVE HER IM SO EXCITED! Does this mean she could possibly be a new love interest for Santana? I HOPE SO!

Lol sorry about that. Please enjoy chapter 5!

Oh and PS, sorry the beginning is kind of long and boring, but please keep going until Santana comes along!

Zoe's POV

The next night (Saturday night)

Zoe twirled a piece of her hair around her small finger as she watched Pretty Little Liars in her living room. It was still raining from last week, and it was raining so hard Zoe thought her house was going to blow away.

As she watched her favorite TV show, Zoe couldn't stop thinking about the fight she and Santana had. Santana hadn't responded to any of her calls. When she was deep into thought, she heard her phone buzz. She paused the TV and checked her phone. It was a text from her friend, Ariana.

Are u friends with Santana Lopez? it said. Dont trust tht evil bitch! Ive heard awful things about her!

Rly? Zoe responded. But shes like the nicest person evr. Shes so sweet and funny.

Havent u ever seen her around other ppl besides urself? Shes awful Zoe. But for some reason shes only nice around you, and every1 thinks its rly weird.

Zoe had seen her around other people in glee club. She could say pretty offensive stuff. Just the other day, Santana had called Finn 'fetus face' and many other things that were harsh insults. But Zoe could tell that there was a reason behind it. She could tell that there were many complications hidden down inside of her new friend that Zoe didn't understand yet.

Zoe just responded, I think shes just going thru a lot. She seems to be confused and scared and she turns it into anger.

What the hell does Santana freakin Lopez have 2 b confused and angry about?! Shes like, so popular and gorgeous. She has an awesome life. Wat cud b bad about her life?

Zoe began to feel annoyed. She frowned and responded.

I dont know, but i can tell that theres something bothering her. But Ill figure it out.

Ariana responded quickly. Zoe, i want you 2 stop being friends with her. She is evil and so much more popular than u r, and shes a horrible person. And besides, why do u think shed wanna b friends with an unknown junior like you?

When Zoe read this, she scoffed outloud. She began typing furiously.

Wat is wrong with u? Im not going 2 stop being friends with her, Ari!

Her phone buzzed with the response. Fine. Then were not friends anymore. Have fun hanging out with a popular bitch. I bet she doesnt even like you. Shes probably using u for ur good singing voice or something. Y else would someone so gorgeous and popular even consider being friends with you?

Zoe was crying now. Gr8! Im glad your not my friend anymore! I hate you!

The next text that Ariana sent her hit her hard.

Ha. Look at that. Now ur completely friendless. Im no longer ur friend, and Santana Lopez definitely isnt either, and she never was. Have fun being a complete loser, glee club freak.

After this text, she just stared at it for many heartbeats. Shock overwhelmed her. The fight she had just had with her friend was unreal. Then, she yelled in anger and threw her phone across the room. She needed something to calm her down, make her feel better. She un-paused the TV and continued to watch one of her all-time favorite shows.

Usually, watching TV cheered her up, but she was too upset. She felt the sudden need to change something about herself, about her appearance. Something that would be fun and cool. An idea came into her hear. She looked up at the clock, which read 7:45, and went ran down the hallway and into her bathroom. She opened the cabinet under her sink and rummaged around, looking for what she needed. When she finally spotted it, she smiled. She grabbed the box of blue hair dye and put it on her counter, closing the cabinet doors.

Zoe slightly bleached her hair so the baby blue color would show up and last longer on her hair. After bleaching, her hair was a light brown color. All Zoe wanted to do was dye her hair blue over her now light brown hair, so it would look a lot more subtle, yet you could definitely tell she had dyed it. She had seen people with this hair color, and it reminded her of blue icing on cupcakes. She loved it, and she was saving this box for the right time.

Zoe put on gloves, wrapped an old towel around her shoulders, took out the bottle of blue dye, screwed on the applicator and squeezed out a huge, blue blob into her hands. She first hesitated, making sure she wanted to do this. After deciding yes, she began to put the color in her hair.

While waiting, Zoe watched the last 30 minutes of the episode she was watching and then got in the shower and washed out the excess dye. She got out, put on comfortable clothes and blow-dried her hair.

She stood there, looking at her hair. It was exactly how she had imagined it would look like, and she was so happy and relieved. She thought the dark blue color was adorable. She put it up into a high ponytail, happy with herself, and walked back into the small living room.

The time was now 9:00. Thunder rumbled outside and it began raining harder, if that was even possible. She had nothing else to do, so she watched more Pretty Little Liars and waited for her dad to come home. As usual, he probably wouldn't be home until even later. He enjoyed spending every day at the casino and getting drunk out of his mind. Zoe hated it. But at least her dad was an incredible gambler and actually made money off it, because if he didn't then they would probably be on the streets by then. Zoe had no idea how he did it. She had no intention of asking.

Around 9:15 she heard footsteps. She paused the TV.

"Dad! Where have you been?" Probably the bar, she thought.

But she got no answer. All she got was a soft knock at the door.

Zoe frowned. That's weird, she thought. Maybe Dad forgot his keys or something.

She walked up to the door, turned the lock, and opened the door. Zoe almost gasped.

Standing there was Santana. She was soaked from the rain, and she had her arms crossed. She looked like she was trying to stop herself from shivering, but she couldn't help herself.

"Shit! Santana!" was what first came out of Zoe's mouth. "What the hell? You poor thing, come in!"

Santana said absolutely nothing. She didn't even make eye contact with her, which was weird because she had noticed that Santana liked to look at her, especially right in the eyes.

Before Zoe asked any questions, Santana said her first words.

"I need dry clothes." She said it so softly she could barely hear it.

Zoe would have ignored that request and gone immediately to the question about why she was even here, but she noticed how miserable Santana looked and ran into her room, grabbing fresh clean clothes that she thought would fit Santana. She grabbed a towel from the bathroom and handed it all to her.

She entered the bathroom. She came out moments later with her dark hair towel-dried, and Zoe's baggy pajama pants and tshirt on. Zoe noticed how pretty she looked.

"Please tell me what's going on!" she said, sitting down on the couch in front of the TV.

Santana was silent. All she did was walk over to Zoe and sat right next to her. Zoe wondered why she sat so close to her. No one had ever sat next to her like this before. It was as if she could feel Santana's energy entangling with hers. She knew it sounded crazy, but it was what it felt like.

Zoe expected an answer, but all Santana did was sit there and look in the TV's direction. Zoe was turned towards her, and she looked right at her. After a few minutes of complete and utter silence, she noticed a small tear roll down Santana's cheek.

Zoe put out her hand, wanting to wipe it away, but she hesitated. She remembered yesterday when she had tried to wipe off Santana's tears and how she had violently swatted Zoe's hand away.

But she wasn't reacting to Zoe's hand moving towards her face. She was letting it happen. So she placed her hand gently on Santana's cheek and wiped away the tear with her thumb. She took her hand off of her cheek, and Santana suddenly grabbed it and held her hand softly inside of Zoe's. Santana then turned her head towards Zoe and looked her in the eyes.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Sorry about what?" Zoe replied.

"For yelling at you and getting angry yesterday. It's your life. You can kiss whoever you want to. I came here to tell you that. I really, really, really needed to see you and tell you I want to be friends again."

Zoe looked down. "Cooper kissed me, Santana. It was totally unexpected. I never wanted it to happen." She looked back up at Santana. Glossy tears welled in her big, brown eyes once again.

There was a long silence as Zoe stared at Santana. Then Santana spoke up and shattered the silence.

"I have a secret."

Zoe frowned. "What?"

But Santana said nothing. She just bit her lip, looked down and continued to hold her hand and sit incredibly close to her. Her eyes then drifted upward, past her eyes and forehead and up to her hair.

"I like it. A lot. It looks incredible on you."

Zoe giggled. "Thanks. I just dyed it."

Santana smiled ever so slightly. "It looks like the color of cake icing."

Zoe's eyes widened. "Thats what I thought too!"

She laughed. Zoe felt Santana squeeze her hand harder. Zoe could see there was an emotion in Santana's eyes that Zoe didn't understand. She wished she could reach inside her mind and see what was going on.

"Tell me about your secret."

Santana's POV

"I can't."

Zoe looked at her, confused. "What?" she asked.

Santana just couldn't tell her that she wanted to be with her desperately. She just couldn't. She couldn't even believe she was holding her hand and sitting so close to her. She felt her heart pounding and butterflies in her stomach. She was so into this now blue-haired girl that she didn't even know what to do with herself. All she could ever think about was her, and she knew that Zoe probably wasn't capable of loving her back. She liked boys. She had made that clear with Cooper.

It absolutely broke her heart. And thats why she couldn't stay mad at her. She had looked up her address in the directory and walked the short distance from her house to Zoe's because she couldn't lose this incredible, sexy, smart girl, even if they could only ever be friends. As long as she had her in some shape or form, she wouldn't feel so horribly sad and depressed. Zoe was the light in her life.

"Santana," she said in a calm steady voice. When Zoe used this voice, this confident, beautiful voice, it drove Santana insane. All she wanted to do is kiss her and hold her in her arms. This girl had made her realize something so incredibly life-changing about herself, and she meant so much to her.

"Is there something going on that I don't know? Is there anything that you want to tell me or talk about?"

Santana's eyes widened. Omygod, is she on to me? Thought Santana. Did she figure it out?

Santana let go of Zoe's hand quickly. "I need somewhere to stay tonight," she said, completely avoiding and ignoring what Zoe had said on purpose.

"Well, why didn't you just say so? You can stay here whenever you want to." Zoe leaned over and rested her blue head of hair on Santana's shoulder. The moment she did this, Santana could feel her own heart jump and beat faster. "And, I dunno bout you," she said with slurred words, "But I'm getting super tired all of a sudden..." She yawned slowly.

A few moments later, just as Santana was about to say something, she noticed that she felt Zoe begin to breathe evenly and slowly. She looked over at her, and to her disbelief, the love of her life had fallen fast asleep, right on Santana's shoulder.

This confirmed it. She was truly in love with her.

Santana felt the need to held her breath so the rise and fall of her shoulders wouldn't wake the blue-haired angel. Slowly, she brought her arm under the small girl's legs, and put her other around her back. She slowly picked her up, and began to carry her. She had never been so close to Zoe before in her life. She could feel Zoe's heart beat.

It felt incredible.

She opened a few doors, looking for her room. She eventually found it. Her room was painted light purple, but it was so dark she couldn't see many other details about it.

She was hesitant to put the girl down on her lavender bed covers. She really didn't want to wake her up. She jumped a little when lightning struck and thunder rumbled outside. She then steadily placed her on the far side of the bed, and pulled up the covers around her.

Santana thought about just finding a blanket and sleeping on the ground. But she couldn't find anything. She eyed Zoe's bed, contemplating if it would be weird if she slept in the same bed with her. What if Zoe wasn't okay with that? What if she freaked out?

Santana realized she was being ridiculous. Zoe was so sweet and nice, and she had fallen asleep on her shoulder. There was no way she would do anything like that.

Santana lifted the covers and laid down in her bed. At first she just laid there, her back to her blue-haired friend.

She couldn't take it anymore.

Santana turned around and lightly wrapped her arms around Zoe's waist. Her face was right next to Zoe's neck, and it took everything inside of her not to kiss her sun-kissed, olive skin. Instead she pressed her forehead gently against the back of her head, feeling her soft, blue hair against her cheek.

Santana began to whisper so softly, it was barely audible.

"I'm sorry. I need to tell you the truth. Even if you can hear me right now, or if you are still asleep and will never remember this, ever. And I hate myself for this. And when you hear it, you'll probably hate me, too."

She slowly closed her eyes, and felt a tear rush down her cheek. The next three words came out in a gentle, soft whisper, as if the words themselves were wrapping themselves around the girl and caressing her.

"I love you."