We're back...oh yeah...some PezBerry fluffiness : D

I own me not glee though...

Enjoy!

Two Hours Later

Rachel cautiously crept up the stairs unsure if she would find Santana and Mateo up there, but it was the last place they could be and Santana's car was still sitting in front of her rental. She let out a tiny yawn and looked around the landing area. Walking by Mateo's room she saw him laying on the floor facing the opposite wall and writing something with a stern look of concentration on his face. She back quietly away from the room determined to not disrupt the boy and turned to the room on the other side of the hall. The cursive script over the door announced it as Santana's Room. She knocked gently and then slowly entered when there was no reply.

She opened the door to find Santana seated cross-legged in the middle of the floor balancing their senior yearbook on her knees. She was flipping slowly through the hardback book and laughing lightly.

"Morning San..." She smiled inching into the room.

"Mornin' Rach." She turned glistening, but happy dark eyes her way.

"Remember this?" She turned the picture that showed the glee club hoisting the National's trophy over their heads. In the picture Rachel could be seen smiling brightly encased in a bear hug by Noah and Santana was beside them arm wrapped around Brittany's waist both with fingers up indicating number one. Finn was off in the background glaring at the two Jewish teens; he and the smaller woman had broken up for the last time just a month earlier and it had not gone well by any stretch of the word. As for the two best friends, they'd dated briefly, but drifted amicably throughout that year. Wise as always, Brittany had told her that maybe they'd missed their moment, and Santana guessed she had been right.

"Yeah, gosh Finn was so angry." She sat down next to the taller woman and the Latina leaned into her warmth.

"Yeah, but come on, Finnept never deserved you and we all knew he'd just hold you back in the end...even he knew it the bonehead just didn't want to admit it."

"Why didn't you wake me?" Rachel asked after a quiet moment of Santana flipping through the pages.

"I dunno...felt like I had to take these first few steps. Don't worry, I'm going to need you when we go into the room. Besides, you're kind of adorable when you're asleep." The taller brunette gave her a lopsided smirk.

"Did Santana freakin Lopez just use the word adorable? Has the badass gone all sweet?" Rachel giggled resting her head on the other woman's shoulder.

"Yeah, right...I'm still a certified badass."

"Says the woman who...plays with dolls?" She arched an eyebrow reaching across Santana to pull up a ratty handmade doll. "Did you make this? Cute sweater, is that a panda bear design?"

Santana braced herself, she knew it was just going to take a moment and..."Santana Lopez! Is this me? Is this a voodoo doll of me?"

"Maybe..." She gulped berating herself for not putting that away before Rachel arrived.

"You can't be mad at me, it didn't work and I made it a long time ago..."

"I can so be mad at you. You made a voodoo doll of me! When did you make this, Santana?" Rachel crossed her arms sitting up straight.

"The first time we went to Nationals, after we loss." Santana mumbled.

"And you guys called me over dramatic, if a constructing a voodoo doll of someone isn't dramatic I don't know what is." She rolled her eyes as the other woman snatched the doll from her and tossed it into the open door of her closet.

"That explains so many surprise bruises I got senior year." Rachel laughed again poking the Latina in her side.

Rachel leaned her head back on Santana's shoulder. She was waiting for Santana to make a move towards what she had been avoiding since the funeral. She knew that she had to allow Santana to move on her own time, but it didn't make her any less anxious. Santana slipped her hand into Rachel's and squeezed, while brushing her thumb across her tan skin.

"Come on, I'm ready." Rachel barely heard her say.

"You know we don't have to do this today, right? We're not leaving anytime soon, we have time..." Rachel gave her a sidelong glance trying to gauge if the former Cheerio was truly ready or if she was just putting on a brave face.

"I want to..." Santana smiled faintly and then rose pulling Rachel up with her.

"Ok." Rachel allowed herself to be led out of the room and down to the door at the end of the highway.

Outside of the unadorned white door that led to her parents' bedroom Santana's steps slowed a bit. Rachel could feel the other woman trembling slightly beside her. She hooked an arm around the Latina's waist and drew her in closer.

"We can do this...you can do this..." Rachel whispered kissing her tan neck and giving her palm a reassuring squeeze.

Santana gave her a stiff nod and Rachel could already see tears falling from her eyes. She watched a long, tan fingers gingerly gripped the brass knob pausing before turning it swiftly. The Latina pushed the door inwards and let out the deep breath she'd been holding.

Santana stood staring at her socked feet. Absentmindedly she could feel Rachel's warm palmed encased in hers, anchoring her. She felt like she was floating, like everything was unreal, but she knew that it was real. She could feel Rachel kissing her gently, not sexually, but comforting.

She finally brought her eyes upwards catching sight of her parents' made bed. She could imagine her parents walking through the door. They would be smiling and laughing. Her father would cavalierly toss his lab coat across the wingback chair near the window. Her mother would slip off her heels and relax against the headboard. She would grab the paperback that still sat on their nightstand; a murder mystery and begin to read. If her father was in a particularly playful mood her would sling himself across the bed and rest his head in her lap. He would kiss the inside of her wrists or blow raspberries into her stomach, anything to get her attention. And she would give it to him because they adored each other.

"They're in a better place, right?" Santana asked as Rachel came to stand in front of her and wiped gently at her face.

"I believe so and I know you do too."

"Yeah..." Santana sniffed as Rachel hugged her tightly.

"This isn't so bad, right?" Rachel rubbed her back gently.

"No, not right now." She smiled into chocolate waves amazed by how easily Rachel was able to keep her leveled.

"Com'ere." She pulled back and tugged Rachel towards the bed.

Rachel scrunched up her face, unsure. "Are you sure that's prudent?

"Yes...I want to get my cuddles on with you here, where so much love resonates."

"O...k." Rachel answered crawling onto the bed behind and wrapping an arm tightly across her stomach, forcing her to for once be the smaller spoon.

I'm happy! Are You?

Hmm...

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