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Small hands gripped the metal handle of the glass door to one of the many bars in her hometown of Lima, Ohio. Since after the funeral Rachel and Brittany had been scouring downtown for their upset friend; with no luck until she walked into the current establishment: Linicky's. Slumped at the furthest end of the bar sat the Latina nursing a bottle of light beer. Rachel's steps faltered, she'd never thought that she'd actually find the girl and now that she had she didn't know what she could possibly say that wouldn't sound overused and trite.

"Don't..." Santana's soft voice reached her ears as she sat down on the metal stool beside her."...Can you just let this be one of the times when you don't talk? For me can you just be quiet?"

"Ok..."Rachel pulled out her phone to text Brittany of their whereabouts.

"Don't bring Britt here either...I don't want her to see me like this, hell I don't want anyone to see me like this..." Olive fingers weaved through dark hair.

Rachel awkwardly placed her hands on the bar-top internally cringing at the germs she knew were coming into contact with her skin. She glanced quickly over at her companion afraid that if she openly watched her the other brunette would snap at her. While not by any measure best friends they had been in contact frequent enough after graduating high school. The group of former Glee kids had held several yearly get-togethers, as well as, the gatherings that Brittany always threw.

"...Rach? Berry!" Santana's elevated voice signaled that she had probably been trying to get the smaller woman's attention for a few minutes now.

"Excuse me, Santana, I really do apologize for allowing my mind to drift, I was just..."

"Save it. I asked what happened to your hand?" Both pairs of brown eyes swung down to Rachel's miniscule right hand which was wrapped tightly with a cold compress.

"Well...erm...I suppose this is where they arrived at the adage that violence doesn't solve anything. I never knew that punching someone hurt so very much. You don't think Mr. Ivernel will sue me for assault or something of that nature do you? I mean granted he is a lawyer, but even he would have to understand the extenuating circumstances and heightened emotions of today..."

"Whoa...that was you?" At Rachel's meek nod Santana smirked and continued. "Didn't think you had it in you, Berry."

"You know how I abhor violence, but the things he said..." Santana's smirk was replaced with a scowl as she took a pull from the beer in front of her.

"What he said isn't true. Your parent's they had faith in you Santana..."

"We're not having this conversation." The former Cheerio brought out her HBIC voice with a glare effectively silencing her companion.

"Hey! Can we get a shot for slugger?" The taller girl waved down the bartender.

"Santana, I don't think it's prudent for me to partake..."

"This is the point where you stop talking and start drinking." A shot of tequila was set in front of the singer.

"San-"

"Please Rach, please..." The beseeching tone of the Latina's voice gave her companion pause.

"Um...okay, but only one..."

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Sunlight flooded through the open blinds making the the Latina toss an arm lazily over her eyes. Her head was killing her and the happily singing birds outside weren't helping. She groaned, burrowed beneath the covers and turned away from the window only to face a naked back. A very feminine naked back. Shit. She thought trying to remember what happened the night before. The last thing she recalled was Rachel. Double shit. NoNoNo NoNo No! Her mind screamed as she jumped out of bed stubbing her toe on the nightstand and triping over a scattering of clothes and shoes.

"Huh...?" A tousled head of brown hair popped up confirming the identity for Santana. She froze on the floor, eyes closed willing her memories of the night to return to her, to no avail.

"Santana...? Why are you naked on my floor...?" Rachel yawned letting the covers pool around her waist.

"Midget, this is my bedroom...and uh..." She waved a hand at the girl in her bed. Red crept up her companion's face as she quickly grabbed the sheets and draped herself.

"Santana..."

"Uh...er...we can't talk about this now, I was suppose to meet with the case worker for children's services and I'm already late..." The latina snapped on her bra and scrounged for some clean underwear in her open luggage.

"But, Santana..."

"Jesus, Berry, not now ok..." Santana snapped tossing a clean blouse over her head . She pulled on some wrinkle-free slacks and stumbled out of the room grumbling about shoes and bright lights.

Rachel sat completely still until she heard the front door slam. She couldn't believe she'd been so irresponsible. Last night, Santana had drukenly bared her soul about her fears of not being 'good enough' to raise her brother and somehow they'd ended up kissing. She didn't remember much after that, but she felt completely guilty for taking advantage of her friend in her time of mourning. Now, Santana was going to show up at the case worker's late and looking two steps up from slovenly and it was going to make a bad first impression. She couldn't allow anything she'd done to effect Santana so detrimentally.

"Well, Rach, I think we both know what has to be done." She sighed resolutely formulating a plan.