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AN: Sorry for the extended wait, and for the shortness of it.

Chapter 3: Feelings

After the girls had finished eating lunch they decided to snuggle under warm blankets in the living room and watch movies. Brittany dragged Rachel into the living room and pushed her onto the loveseat, however instead of sitting next to her she sat down on the couch. Santana and Quinn walked in a few minutes later each carrying a rectangular container of cookies with a bowl of popcorn sitting on top of it, and a bottle of water for each of them.

Santana walked over to Rachel put the vegan popcorn and cookies on the end table, and then proceeded to pull out bags of candy from her pants pockets. "Here Midge. All of this stuff is vegan."

"Really?" Rachel asked. She was touched that Santana had gone through all that trouble.

"Yeah. Don't think too much into it. B would kill me if I didn't have vegan shit for you to eat," Santana said falling back into her bitch persona. She cringed at the sad look that Rachel now wore, as well as the bitchy tone in her voice. She hadn't meant to sound so bitchy. Hell she didn't know why she was always doing that. She even did it with Brittany sometimes. "Sorry, didn't mean to sound so bitchy."

Rachel looked shocked at the sincere apology, as well as Santana's apparent bi-polar-ness. Santana and Quinn had Rachel feeling like her emotions were on a wild rollercoaster, and she had only been with them for seven hours. She was sure that if they kept it up, she would be an emotional wreak by the end of the weekend.

"I think you broke her, Sanny," Brittany giggled from the couch.

Santana turned to look at the giggling blonde, and what she saw confused her. Brittany was sprawled out on the couch with her head in Quinn's lap. Brittany always cuddled with Santana when they watched movies; never with Quinn. Why the hell was this time any different? Her first thought was that maybe Brittany didn't want to cuddle with Santana because they weren't together like that anymore, which she quickly snuffed. Brittany and her were doing great since the 'break up'. They were finally back in the best friend territory, where it isn't awkward to be around each other.

Dismissing her initial panic, she looked around the room for another place to sit. Her stomach dropped when she realized that there were only two places for her to sit. In her Papi's reclining chair, and next to Rachel on the loveseat. She had two choices, she could either sit down in the recliner and risk hurting Rachel's feeling, or she could sit next to Rachel. A week ago she would have sat down in the recliner with out giving it a second shot, but now she didn't want to hurt Rachel's feelings, which scared the crap out of her.

So what changed? Besides her mother making her be nice to the diva. Oh yeah. She saw the girl crying. "Crap," Santana though to herself. "I think I'm starting to like her."

"I think they broke each other, B," Quinn commented, making Brittany giggle again.

Santana snapped out of her stupor, and glared at her best friends. She was definitely going to get shit from Quinn for zoning out like that. She sat down on next to Rachel, as she silently cursed the petite diva for making her confounding her feelings, and making her second guess herself.

"Britts, you pick the first movie," Santana said irritated, as she pulled a throw blanket of the back of the couch. She subconsciously placed half of the blanket over Rachel's legs, and then leaned over her to grab the popcorn and cookies. She placed the popcorn on Rachel's lap, and then opened the container of vegan cookies. She took a bite of a sugar cookie, and then looked up to find her friends staring at her. "What the hell are you two staring at?" Santana snapped, clearly annoyed by her friends. Rachel jumped at the sudden booming voice. Santana immediately felt bad for scaring her. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

Rachel gave Santana a shocked look, which mad Santana realize what she had just said. "Damn it," She thought. "What the hell is wrong with me?" Allowed she said, "B, pick a movie already."

Un-effected by Santana's sharp tone, Brittany happily said, "Okay S," before bounding over to the DVD cabinet. She was glad to see that her best friend was taking the bait that she was dangling in front of her. Even though she wanted Santana to fall in love with Rachel, she would be very happy if Santana just became friends with the girl. She just hoped that Santana wouldn't figure out what she was doing before Santana had a chance to really get to know Rachel. If that little show Santana had just put on for her, she was sure that one weekend would be enough time for Rachel to worm her way into Rachel's life, even if diva didn't realize what was happening.

Brittany chose The Little Mermaid: The New Beginnings, which of course lead them to watching the original Little Mermaid, and the sequal. Brittany got so caught up in the movie's that she failed to notice that Santana was staring intently at Rachel, who also missed Santana's attention as she was caught up in the movies as well.

Quinn however did notice Santana's staring, and found herself staring at the Latina in confusion and irritation. She was trying to figure out why Rachel had suddenly caught the attention of, not one but both of her friends. Brittany she could easily figure out. The blonde liked everybody, and had been bring the diva's name into more and more conversations lately. She should have figured that something like this would happen soon or later.

It was Santana who was throwing her for a loop. Quinn did understand that how they treated Rachel was wrong, and she never realized how much of what they did to her really affected her. What she didn't understand was how Santana was treating Rachel. She seemed to be going out of her way to be nice to her. Sure, they needed to stop going out of their way to make the girl's life hell, but that didn't mean they had to go to extended lengths to be nice to her. What was really worrying her was the look that Santana was wearing. It was the same look that she had worn for the last two years, every time she looked at Brittany. She may not be in love with Rachel, but she was definitely feeling something and was trying to figure out what she was feeling. Either way, the look meant that Rachel was going to be sticking around for awhile, and that didn't sit well with the blonde.

The truth was that Quinn screwed up big time at the beginning of the school year. In her quest to fill the void that was created by the birth, and subsequent adoption of her daughter, she trampled over one of her best friends to regain her HBIC spot. It took month's to re-build their friendship, and she was afraid that she would be tossed aside if Rachel became a permanent fixture in Santana's life. She could not let that happen. She needed Brittany and Santana in her life. They were the only thing helping her to keep her sanity.

With that knowledge, she had two options to ensure that she keeps her friends. She could push Rachel away, and make them choose between the two of them, which would most likely blow up in her face, or she could give Rachel an honest chance. The latter was the best solution to her potential problem.

Romantic feelings were far from the reason why Santana was staring at Rachel. It was more to do with her feeling anything for the girl at all. More so the notion that she didn't want to potentially hurt her feelings. She knew that she never wanted to see Rachel cry again, and she definitely didn't want to be the cause of those tears. What was throwing her was that the chair was something so small, and she wasn't even sure that Rachel would have been hurt if she had sat in the recliner. Not to mention the fact that if it had been anybody else, besides Brittany, she wouldn't have even given it a second thought. She would have just sat in the damn recliner. So why Rachel? What made her different?

As the closing credits for The Little Mermaid two rolled across the screen, Santana realized that she had spent the last three hours with her focus solely on Rachel. She hadn't even realized that Brittany had changed the movies the second time. It freaked her out to be analyzing her feelings about the midget like that. She hadn't even analyzed her feeling for Brittany that much and she had been in love with the tall blonde.

"Q, pick the next movie," Santana told her friend, as she stood up from the loveseat. "I'm going to see if Mama needs help with dinner."

"I'll help," Rachel said, and then tried to stand up as well, but was stopped by the Latina.

"No, you just sit and watch the movie with Quinn and Brittany," Santana told her, and then quickly left the room with the two empty popcorn bowls.

"Did I do something wrong?" Rachel asked, clearly confused by Santana's hasty retreat.

Brittany giggled as she got off of the couch, and then walked over to the brunette. She curled up on the loveseat, using Rachel's as a pillow and then said, "You didn't do anything wrong. You're doing everything right."

Rachel looked over to Quinn, hoping that the other blonde could decipher what Brittany had meant, but Quinn just shrugged her shoulders at her.

"Pick a movie Quinn. Sanny's going to be a while," Brittany said, and then rolled onto her back. "I'm really glad that you came Rachy," she said, and then whispered, "I know Quinn was being a big mean-y earlier, but I think she knows not to do that again."

Rachel smiled down at the blonde and said softly, "I hope so. I'm really glad that you made Santana invite me, as well."

Quinn smile fondly at the pair, as the talked about what they were going to do for the rest of the weekend. She was always jealous that they could so easily find something to be happy about. She couldn't fault Brittany for this quality, because it's just who the blonde is. In fact it was quality she had grown to love the blonde for. The same quality in Rachel however, infuriated her. It was almost like Rachel was throwing her happiness in her face. She wished that she could be like that, but no matter how hard she tried, she just ended up feeling worse. Which made her hate Rachel more. Especially since the adoption of her daughter was finalized, and she realized just how much that beautiful little bundle had impacted her life. She knew taking her frustrations out on Rachel wasn't fair, but the girl was a daily reminder of what she gave away, and who she was desperate to see again, to hold again. So for Quinn to see Rachel finding happiness, even when she was upset, made her angry, sad, and jealous all at the same time.

Quinn wanted... No needed, Brittany and Santana to stay in her life, but she couldn't help but wonder if she would be able to befriend Rachel. Her emotions were all over the place, especially with Beth's first birthday coming up in a few weeks. Could she keep her shit in check long enough to cement a friendship with her? She honestly didn't know, but she had to try.

She snapped out of her thoughts, and sauntered over to the DVD cabinet. Thankfully, neither Brittany nor Rachel noticed that she was in a stupor. She picked a movie at random, and popped it into the DVD player without paying attention to what the movie was. As she sat back down on the couch, Rachel let out a loud squeal of excitement. She looked over at the excited girl, and then followed her line of vision, straight to the TV. Her jaw dropped open when she saw the title of the movie, Funny Girl.

Three things rapidly filtered through her mind. What the hell where the odds of her randomly picking Rachel's favorite movie? Then she realized that this could be a perfect opening for her to start befriending Rachel. Finally, she wondered why the hell Santana had this movie at all. She filed that last question away to ask her later. She had to pay attention to the movie now, because she was sure that Rachel would go on about it after it was over.

Anna turned away from the stove when she heard her daughter shuffle into the kitchen. She could immediately tell that something was troubling the teen, by the distinct look she was wearing. It was the same look of confusion and irritation that she had worn since she was a baby. "What's wrong, Mija?"

Santana gave her mother a surprised, but slightly annoyed look. She never could figure out how her mother always knew when there was something on her mind, and it annoyed the hell out of her. She wanted to know so that she could stop doing whatever it was that was giving her away. She loved talking to her Mama, but sometimes she just wasn't ready to talk to her, or didn't want her Mama to know about it at all.

Santana sighed as she climbed onto a stool, and then deposited the nearly empty popcorn bowls off to the side. She then grunted and started to bang her head off of the counter top, hoping in vain that it would clear some of the confusion from her mind.

"Santana stop doing that, before you give yourself a concussion," Anna told her.

"Maybe that's what I'm trying to do," Santana mumbled.

"And why do you want to give yourself a concussion?" Anna asked amused.

"Because if I have a concussion, then I might not be so fucking confused," Santana smartly.

Anna ignored her daughter's foul language. Choosing instead to ask, "What are you so confused about?"

"Rachel freaking Berry," Santana grumbled into the counter top.

Anna sat onto the stool next to her daughter and asked, "What exactly is confusing you about Rachel?"

"My feelings for her," Santana grumbled again, feeling almost embarrassed by saying it allowed. She didn't realize how that simple sentence could be construed.

"Oh," Anna said, and then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, asked, "So you have a crush on her?"

Santana threw her upper body away from the counter top, almost falling off as she did, and practically yelled, "What? No! I do NOT have a crush on Berry." She was stunned by her mother's assumption, as well as how the question rolled off of her Mama tongue. It actually hit home that she was out and that her parent were okay with it.

Anna on the other hand was confused. Santana had just said she was confused by her feelings for Rachel. What other feelings could be confusing her? "What feelings are you talking about?"

"All of them," Santana screeched, as if that would explain it. She sighed at her mother's confused look, and then mumbled, "You were right."

Anna smiled at Santana. "Now that's something every parent wants to hear," she joked, and then asked seriously, "What am I right about?"

"What we said and did to her; did hurt her," Santana said quietly.

"Okay Mija," Anna began. "I am really glad that you are finally seeing the era of your ways, but I am still confused. Why are you confused about your feelings?" She was starting to become frustrated with her daughter. She wanted to help her, but she couldn't do that when Santana wasn't giving her a straight answer.

"I didn't sit in the freaking recliner like I wanted to, because I was afraid that Rachel would be hurt if I didn't sit next to her," Santana said, slightly hysterical. "What the hell makes her so special that I actually give a damn?"

Anna wanted to laugh at the hysterical tone in her daughter's voice, but she reframed. She got up to stir the sauce, and then poured the spaghetti into the pot of boiling water. As she did that, she contemplated her daughter's confusion. She had also thought of her daughter as being very empathetic, but after learning about her daughter's school life, she realized that the empathy extended only to Brittany. She wondered how, even with them talking all of the time, she had managed to miss this side of her little girl? Had Santana lied about everything they talked about?

Those questions would have to wait to be discussed. She needed to help her daughter work through her confusion, and possibly help her because a better person. She turned back towards Santana and asked, "So you are confused that you care about what Rachel is feeling? Right?"

"Yeah. Pretty much," Santana huffed.

Anna sat down next to her again and said, "Mija, worrying about other people's feeling is normal. You're supposed to be feeling that."

"That's not me though. I don't give a bat shit about other people's feelings. It's just not who I am," Santana insisted.

"That is not true, Mija. You go out of your way to make Brittany happy. To make sure that none of her feelings are hurt, and I know that you care about your family. When Hiram told me what you were doing to your classmates, I couldn't believe it. I thought to myself, he can't be talking about my caring child. I didn't believe it until I saw your guilty look when I came into the kitchen last night. In that moment I became so angry and heartbroken because I knew it was true. I'm beginning to realize that there are two sides of you. There is my Santana, who is sweet, caring, witty, foul mouth, hot tempered, and then there is the persona that you put on at school, who locks her feelings away and allows all of her worst traits out, but none of the good. Am I right?"

Santana nodded her head slightly.

As Anna stood up to stir the spaghetti again, she said, "Last night you called Rachel a weeble wobble, because no matter what you threw at her she always got back up again. I think that you girls chose Rachel as your primary victim, because she never showed you how much it hurt her. There for you never had to feel guilty or bad in general for doing it. Today you saw for the first time how much the name calling, teasing, and the slushy facials really make Rachel feel, which now makes it impossible to keep you own feelings bottled up."

Yep, that totally made sense to Santana. Crap. She hated when her mother did that. She always seemed to know exactly what to say to help her work through something. She was actually surprised that she was able to keep her school life, as well as her sexual orientation from her mom. Hell the older woman had even known when Santana had lost her virginity to Puck. She had come home and barely thirty minutes later Anna had come into her room to comfort her.

"I guess you're right. That made a lot of sense," Santana said, and then a look of sheer terror crossed her beautiful features. "Do you think that I'm going to be worrying about everybody's feeling now?"

Anna did laugh at her daughter's antics this time. She couldn't help it. Sometimes the girl was so dramatic. "Welcome to adulthood, Mija."

"I don't want to be an adult if I have to worry about everybody's feeling," Santana said.

"To bad. Go and get your friends Mija. Dinner is almost ready."

"If I must," Santana grumbled, and then slid off of the stool. She turned back around and half-asked, half-stated, "The spaghetti is vegan, right?"

Anan gave her daughter a surprised look, like she had just been reminded of something important. She gasped, and then said, "Aye dios mio. I completely forgot that the spaghetti we normally get are made with eggs."

"Mama," Santana whined. "How could you forget something like that? Now what is Rachel going to eat?"

Anna tried to hold her laughter in for as long as she could, but the look Santana was giving her was too much. "I'm kidding Mija," she said through laughter.

"That wasn't funny, Mama," Santana said, while giving her mother a full out 'Santana glare'.

"Yes it was," Anna told her. "Now go and get the girls."

"Fine," Santana sighed. She both hated and loved when her mother messed with her like that. She loved that she was so close to her Mama, but she didn't like to be duped.

Santana stopped in the living room's entrance way, and smiled at her best friend, who was curled up with Rachel. She noted that Funny Girl was playing on the TV, and almost felt bad for interrupting.

"Hey guys, dinner's done," She said loudly.

"Yea, food time," Brittany exclaimed, as she bounced off of the love and then out of the room. God she really loves to eat.

"She really loves to eat, doesn't she?" Rachel mused.

"Yeah, next to having sex, it's her favorite thing to do," Santana said nonchalantly. She gave Rachel a mischievous grin and then walked out of the room.

Rachel stared at the spot Santana had just departed from in shock; much to Quinn's amusement.

Quinn leaned over and whispered, "You'll get use to that after awhile."

"If you say so, Quinn," Rachel replied.

"I do. Come on, let's go eat," Quinn said. She linked her arm with Rachel's, and started to pull the smaller girl towards the kitchen.

After dinner was over, the girls each helped to do the dishes again, before retiring to Santana's bedroom for the night. Brittany had ran ahead of the other three girls, so by the time they got to the room, Brittany had already stripped down to just her panties. She was dancing around the room, signing into the TV remote that was clutched in her hands.

Santana and Quinn didn't pay any mind to the nearly naked blonde, as it wasn't an unusual sight for them to see. Rachel on the other hand wasn't used to seeing nearly naked woman, dancing around a bedroom.

"Oh Barbara," she squeaked, and threw her hands over her eyes.

Santana laughed as she said, "You better put a shirt on B, before you give Rachel a heart attack."

"But S," Brittany whined, but gave Santana a mischievous look. "It's so much fun watching her change colors. Hey maybe she's straddling the rainbow too, and that's why she turns all red."

Quinn and Rachel were baffled by Brittany's comment, but Santana wasn't. She knew exactly what she was implying, and she thought that it was absolutely ridiculous. "B that's crazy. She's a freaking ruler."

"You never know Sanny," Brittany said as she pulled a large shirt over her head. "You used to think you were a ruler, but your not."

'Damn it,' Santana thought. Brittany had a point. She knew that if Brittany was saying it, then she probably noticed something in Rachel that she couldn't see. Even still, she thought she was crazy.

Quinn ignored her friends, opting instead to watch Rachel. Even with her hands still covering her eyes, Quinn could see Rachel's confusion. She walking over to her and whispered into her ear. "You can look again. Brittany has a shirt on."

Rachel tentatively peeked out through her finger to make sure Quinn wasn't messing with her. Satisfied that Brittany did indeed have a shirt on, she dropped her arms.

Quinn chuckled to herself and then whispered, "Don't worry, you'll get used to that too.

"Which one? Brittany being nearly naked, or not being able to understand their conversation?" Rachel asked.

"Both," Quinn smirked, and then towards her friends. "Guys, you're messing with the hobbit's head."

Brittany stopped talking mid-sentence, and then turned to them, "Sorry Rach."

"Um... Thanks," Rachel said.

"Whatevs," Santana said loudly, as she walked to her closet. She pulled out a sheet set, two brand new pillows, pillow cases, a thick comforter, and then she grabbed a black draw-string bag. "We're not going to all fit on my bed, so somebody's going to have to sleep on the air mattress," She said, as she opened up the black bag.

"Ooh, I want to Sanny," Brittany said excitedly. "Q can sleep with me, and Rachy can sleep with you.

Santana wasn't thrilled with that idea, but she knew that there was no chance of getting Brittany to change her mind. She threw Rachel, who also wasn't thrilled with the idea, a look that clearly said not to argue.

Rachel understood the look, and just nodded her head slightly. She was just thankful that Santana had a queen size bed.

Once the air mattress was blown up and made, Santana popped 'Funny Girl' into the DVD player and the four girls settled into the beds for the night.

Brittany had shocked Quinn when they crawled into bed, by cuddling into her side. Normally it was Santana who Brittany cuddled with, not her. Even though they had always shared a bed. Quinn had thought that it was because of their 'more then friends' un-official status, but apparently she had been wrong. She never had anybody snuggling with her. It was weird at first, but after she relaxed into Brittany's embrace, she found herself enjoying. So much so, that when Anna came into the room at 9:30 to inform them that they would be leaving at five the next morning, Quinn and Brittany were both fast asleep.

Santana and Rachel were the exact opposite. Both of them were lying stiffly at the edge of the bed. So close in fact that when Anna walked into the room, Santana fell off the edge. After her Mama left, she busted up laughing at how ridiculous they were being. When she crawled back into the bed, she was closer to the center of the bed, and then motioned for Rachel to do the same.

Rachel gave Santana a soft smile as she moved closer to her. She was surprised by how calm the first night of the sleepover was. When she had accepted the invitation, she had expected a long sleepless weekend. In fact this weekend was turning out to be the exact opposite of what she expected. Of course it was only the first night, so how knows what will happen.

For the second time that day, Santana found herself getting lost in her thoughts. Only this time, instead of contemplating her feelings for Rachel, she was contemplating on how to express to Rachel what she was feeling. Well one feeling in particular. She wanted to tell Rachel how sorry she was for all of the crap that she had said and done to her. One would think that it was an easy thing to do. Just say two little words, I'm sorry, but it's not that simple. At least not to Santana.

Santana thought that the word sorry was an empty word. A word thrown around to get people out of trouble. That's why she rarely said the word. She wasn't going to say something that she didn't mean. Sure she had said sorry before. Hell she had even said it to Rachel just the day before, and she had completely meant it at the time. This time had to be different though. She couldn't just say the word to her; she had to express the feeling behind the word. The only question was how to do it?

Does she explain that she did it to protect Brittany and herself from the same cruel fate that Rachel lives through every day? Does she throw in what her Mama had told her? Or does she just wing it? Speak from the heart and all that bull crap.

Santana was brought out of her stupor by a gentle hand shaking her shoulder. She looked at the hand, and then looked up at Rachel's face.

"I'm sorry," Rachel said when Santana's eye connected with hers.

Shock reverberated through Santana's mind. Partly because she realized that she was staring into Rachel's eyes for the very first time, and partly because of what she saw reflecting in those beautiful eyes. Fear. Rachel was afraid of her.

A pang of guilt formed inside of her chest. She knew that the fearful look was entirely her fault. Before she even realized what she saying the words 'I'm sorry' pooped out of her mouth, followed closely by a strangled sob.

Rachel was shocked and confused by Santana's sudden apology and subsequent breakdown. "Why are you apologizing? You didn't do anything wrong."

"Yes I did," Santana softly cried. "I saw it in your eyes just now. You are afraid of me, and I did that. I put that fear inside of you. I treated you like shit, for damn reason, and I am so sorry, for all of it."

Seeing Santana crying, made Rachel sad. She decided that she never wanted to see her cry again. "It's okay Santana. I forgive you."

"How can you? I helped make your life hell for years."

"I can forgive you, because I know that you are truly sorry," Rachel said quietly, and then gave Santana a reassuring smile.

Santana weakly returned Rachel's smile, and then hastily wiped away her tears.

Rachel didn't want Santana to be sad anymore, so she decided to change the subject. "I want to ask you something about Brittany."

"Okay," Santana said.

With her voice barely above a whisper, Rachel asked, "I noticed that nobody would let Brittany touch a knife, and I was just wondering why?"

"Oh...um," Santana said. "Ah...well knives and Britts don't really mix. People have a tendency to get hurt when she had one."

"Hurt badly?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah," Santana said, and the lifted up her shirt. There was enough light illuminating from the bedside lamp that allowed Rachel to see a slim scar on Santana's right side, just below her rib cage. "Britt got a little excided two years ago, and let her knife go. That's where it landed."

"So that's why she'd not allowed to touch knives?" Rachel asked.

"Partly. She also chopped off Lord Tubbington's mother Lady Tubbington's tail off when we were twelve, cut my brothers arm, and cut three of her fingers, with a butter knife no less. Accidentally stabbing me was the last straw for our parents. They banned her from using them after that."

"Brittany is rather...unique," Rachel state hesitantly, hoping that Santana understood the question she was trying to imply.

"She is," Santana replied, even quieter then before. She knew exactly what Rachel wanted to know, and didn't want Brittany to hear. "The only reason I'm telling you this is because I know that she'll want you to know. She made me tell Quinn as well when we invited her to our first sleepover, but you have to promise to keep it a secret."

"Okay. I promise," Rachel said.

"When we were seven, Britt's father was murdered right in front of her," Santana said sadly.

"Oh my god," Rachel gasped, a little louder then she wanted to.

"Shh... I don't want her to hear us," Santana chastened softly. "Your right. It is horrible. The guy who killed her father, also hit her over the head with a baseball bat on his way out. It wasn't hard enough to do a lot of damage, but enough to make her brain go kinda wonky. It doesn't absorb thing the way ours do. There are two things you need to know about Brittany. She is insanely smart, like genius smart. She knows things that nobody else does, and she can read people like an open book. There are a lot of thing she can't figure out on the first try, like locking a door. I've been trying to teach her how to do it for years, and she just can't grasp it. Or sometimes you'll say something to her and she won't understand it, so you'll have to explain it. It's random too. Sometimes she gets it right away, and then other times she'll just be lost. People think she's stupid because of the random things that she says, but that just because she has a unique way of looking at things."

"Like still believing in Santa Clause?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah, that's the second thing you need to know about her. She kinda lives in her own world. She believes in the unbelievable, to cope with what she saw that night. She needs that innocence in her life," Santana said. "Quinn understands Brittany more then she lets on, and once you spend more time with her you will too. She's somebody everybody should have in their life."

"This had been very insightful," Rachel said. "I am looking forward to getting to know her."

"Good, because she really wants to be your friend," Santana said.

"I want that too," Rachel replied. "Silence fell between them for a few minutes before Rachel said, "I'm really sorry my dads told your mom."

"It's okay Rachel. In a way I'm glad that they told her," Santana said.

"You're glad that you're in trouble?"

"That part not so much, but because Mama knows about it, she's helped me work through something," Santana said, and then looked at the clock. "It's almost mid-night. I an even bigger bitch if I'm tired."

"Then I guess we should get some sleep," Rachel said, with a soft smile.

A few minutes after they had gotten comfortable, Santana heard Rachel quietly say her name. "Yeah," she asked.

"Thank you for allowing me to come," Rachel replied softly.

Instead of respond with a 'your welcome', she responded with, "Thank you for coming." Within ten minutes, both girls had joined their friends in dreamland.

AN: I just wanted to say that I felt like I need to explain why Brittany acted the way she does. I hope you like my explanation.

The next chapter the girls are going to really start their sleepover. I am taking suggestions as to what the girls do during their mini party. You get to decide what you want to read. Just nothing overtly sexual. I want to wait to introduce that into the story.