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Santana and Rachel left the Berry household with Rachel's packed suitcases. It had been determined that Rachel would be staying with Santana and Mateo. She had only meant to come home for the Lopez funeral, but she'd already talked to her agent that morning and although he had not been happy about her decision he hadn't as of yet been able to dissuade her from staying.

Santana opened the door to reveal Brittany buried under a pile of pillows. "Britt..?"

"Hey Sanny, Rachie." Brittany replied shifting a blood red pillow from her face.

"What are you doing, Britts?"

"I was bored cuz you were gone and Matt's asleep so I was alone and bored; I decided to build a pillow fort like we did that one time for Matt, but it kept falling on top of me. How was your date?"

"Wasn't a date, Britts." Santana answered as Rachel giggled behind her.

"Brittany, do you need to stay for the night?" Rachel asked removing her coat and taking Santana, then hanging them in the hall closet.

"No...no, I have my flight back tomorrow so I better get back to my parents, walk me out, Sanny?" Brittany emerged fully from the pillow pile and slipped on her sneakers.

"Night Rach, I'll call you soon, huh?" Brittany gathered the small brunette in a tight hug and pulled her jacket from the closet.

"Night, Brittany." Rachel smiled leaving the two best friends to themselves.

"Don't look at me like that." Santana hissed after Rachel was out of earshot.

"Like what? I can't see my face so I don't know what it looks like..." Brittany smirked sauntering through the open door with her best friend hot on her heels.

"Like there's something other than Ber-Rachel's plan going on. I do not want Rachel!"

"Why not? Rachel's all fun-size and she's got great legs." Brittany looped her arm in Santana's jostling her slightly as they walked.

"And annoying, I'm surprised I haven't choked her yet."

Brittany glanced sideways at her friend and sighed. "You're right, what was I thinking? I mean it's Rachel Berry, she's loud and uses the biggest words to talk about nothing at all, she's bossy and..."

"Come on Britts, she's not that bad. I mean sure she's kinda all those things, but Rachel's also a really good person and it's not so much bossy as she's super assertive she knows what she wants and goes and gets it. Besides..." Santana's brow furrowed as she looked at the devious smile on Brittany's face. "...I cannot believe you just reverse psychologized me!"

Brittany smiled brightly and kissed Santana on her cheek. "It worked."

"Shut-up. I do not want Berry. I'm just trying to be nicer to her and you're making me regret that decision."

"The lady doth protest too much." Brittany smiled again unlinking their arms.

Santana arched a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "What...? Rachel likes to text me play quotes. Besides, you like her so there." Brittany stuck her tongue out at her childishly and gave her a huge hug swing her best friend around.

"Give it a chance, you may find out that I'm right..." Brittany whispered into her ear letting her go.

"Go away Brittany, and call me when you get home." Santana smiled despite her words and watched her friend get into her yellow camry and drive off.

Once the headlights had disappeared Santana returned to the house. Locking the door behind her she sought out Rachel. She found the tiny diva curled up on one of her mother's chaise lounges in the den. The smaller brunette was snoring lightly and Santana couldn't help but think that she was cute, well anyone sleeping looks cute, doesn't mean a thing.

"Rachel...?" Santana queried touching the woman's shoulder lightly. When Rachel didn't stir she scooped the girl into her arms using all her reserved upper body strength and carried her into the downstairs guest room; the room she'd been using since she'd arrived, and sat her down on the neatly made bed (courtesy of Rachel because she hadn't made that bed since she arrived).

"San..?" Rachel mumbled as Santana turned to go to the en suite to change clothes.

"Go back to sleep, it's been a long day..."

"You had a long day too, come to bed..." She flushed slightly at the implication of her words, but didn't try to amend them.

"I think I'm just going to sleep on the sofa or something..." Santana awkwardly rubbed the back of her neck. She hadn't been upstairs since the funeral and she had no plans to go up there anytime soon.

"You will not!" Rachel sprung up fully awake. "I will not have you sleeping on a sofa in your own house when there's a perfectly good bed right here! You'll hurt your back!"

"It's Italian leather, I'm sure my back will be fine."

"No." The small woman answered resolutely.

"I'm not asking your permission here."

"Fine, then I'll sleep elsewhere and you can keep the bed." Rachel turned so her feet were perched over the floor.

"Don't you dare." Santana growled. "Do you not understand that I carried you in here? You're ruining me being sweet here!"

"The bed's big enough...we can sleep together..."

Santana smirked and crossed her arms. "Sleeping together isn't that like breaking a rule, Rach?"

"It's not sleeping together it's just sleeping together, there's nothing sexual about it."

"You're obviously not going to let this drop," Santana stifled a yawn, she really was bone tired and arguing with Rachel although fun was draining. "Whatever, Rach.."

As Santana turned and went into the bathroom Rachel gave herself a high five; Rachel-1, Santana-0.

Rachel lay back against the mountain of pillows and sighed. It had been a long couple of days and it was all snowballing on her now. What had she really gotten herself into? She kept hearing her Dad's voice; he had been so disappointed in her choice, for the first time in her life. She only thought that she was doing what they had always taught her was right, helping a friend. Even if Santana wasn't her friend in a classical sense they had been classmates, teammates, they'd been through a lot together. And, fine she couldn't concretely say that Santana would ever do the same for her, it didn't really matter because she wasn't Santana, she was Rachel and she was doing what she felt she needed to do.

She looked up as the room briefly flooded with light from the bathroom and Santana wondered out wearing teal boy shorts and a heather grey a-shirt. Santana smirked as she caught Rachel checking her out. Rachel felt heat roll up her neck to her face and she turned away from the taller woman. The light flickered off and Rachel felt the mattress shift as her former classmate joined her in the queen-sized bed.

"Try not to get handsy in the middle of the night, Rachel."

"Goodnight, Santana…" Rachel replied ignoring Santana's chorus of laughter.

So...thanx again for the reviews and alerts and all that jazz...I will never not be grateful that you all are enjoying. If ur reading "...Lukiests" then double thanx to u. Shout out to riverkirbycuz I ad lib my outros and you should get double the shout outs. : ) Anyways...tell me what u think.

Trying to stick to this 2-3 day posting schedule...so I should get back to writing now.

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