A/N: This is the crap that comes out when you get impatient and write a few chapters further ahead then have to come back and try to fill in the gaps between. Sorry for the long wait for updates this chapter was fighting me all the way. Serious writers block. I'll update soon...since I've written a lot passed this! It will be better, I promise!

Mistakes are all mine.

The rest of the day pretty much goes the same as every other. Classes are still boring and Cheerios still rule the halls. Rachel has barely said a word to me all day and I'm not enjoying the silence as much as I thought I would.

What is taking her so long-oh there she is! She looks so good in my jeans and- woah holy shit! "Berry!" I yelp. "The coverups worn off, we gotta fix you up. How the hell did it come off? This shit's as good as spray paint!"

"Oh that's probably my fault," she pouts trying to figure out how to place her hand over her neck to cover it. I roll my eyes as it now looks like she's trying to choke her self and hook my arm around her neck instead and stear her into the bathroom. "Thank you. I kept rubbing my neck last period to try to get the knots out. I must have rubbed it off." I park her in front of the mirror and dig through my bag to get the cover up.

"Santana, I realize we haven't spoken much today, and while I still don't wanna get into it here at school I...could you..just..uhm.." I glance up to lock eyes with her reflection in the bathroom mirror when she begins to studder. I'm standing behind her trying to make sure I've covered the bruises. She looks really nervous all of a sudden as I wait patiently for her to continue. This patience shit is hard even when you're trying to be I realize as I catch myself before I let out an irritated huff.

"Berry, relax you can ask me anything" I say hoping it will move her along.

"I just...my shoulders really hurt. I don't think there is one muscle left that isn't in a tight knot. I was just wondering if you could ... you know"

"Help you?" I finish for her. "Give you a massage? Work out those knots? Geez, here I am panicked over what you could be that scared to ask me. Why was that so hard for you to ask?"

"I didn't think you'd want to touch discusting battered Ru-Paul," she says quietly looking down into the sink.

"Woah, now hang on one second" I say a little sharper than I'd intended. I gently grab her by the shoulders and spin her around. "I guess I'm going to have to keep telling you this, but you are no Ru-Paul. And unless I've dreampt the past two days or so I've touched you a lot so what makes you think all of a sudden I wouldn't want to help?" Touched you a lot? Two days without sex does nothing for my vocabulary.

She shrugs. "We're at school, in public, sorta even though were alone anyone can walk in."

I can't help the eyeroll that happens. "I'm going to have to keep saying this too I guess, but I'm not ashamed to be seen with you...do you not remember my public service announcement this morning? Or did I dream that one too?"

She nods and smiles up at me. It's a half smile but I'll take it. "Do you dream about me so frequently that you can't keep track of what's dream and whats reality, Santana Lopez?" she asks in a voice huskier than I've ever heard come out of her.

"I...uh..." Oh my God, speak! I shrug my shoulders and roll my eyes in stead, not trusting myself to make a conherent sentence.

She giggles a little, "So can you help me?" she asks all innocent looking.

I pull her into a hug cause I can't look at those big doe eyes of hers and say no. "Not here baby girl but I promise it's the first thing we do when we get to my place."

She pulls back and hangs her head, "I'm sorry I shouldn't have.."

I cup her chin and guide it up so she looks at me. "Nena, I'm not ashamed to be here with you, and I'm definitely not discusted by the thought of touching you." Uh, wow did that sound a lot less like a cheesy pick up line in my head than it did just coming out of my mouth! "I mean, I'm scared I'm gonna hurt you, the bruises on your neck are covered up and the shirt is hiding the ones on your back. I don't want to press the wrong spot and hurt you. I need to see what I'm doing, which I can only do with you topless." Okay seriously? I need sexytimes with Brit asap this is all coming out wrong.

Her lips curve into a sly smile and her eyebrow quirks "You-you want me topless?"

Oh no she didn't. "Shut up, you know what I'm trying to say! I don't want anyone walking in to see all your bruises and I am not doing it blindly cause I'll hurt you, and" suddenly I can't look her in the eyes. It might have something to do with the ridiculously sappy shit thats about to come out of my mouth. "and I don't ever want to see you hurt again. I'd never be able to forgive myself if I was the one that did it" I say as fast as possible.

Have you always rambled when you're nervous or worried or have I rubbed off on you already?" she giggles. She tilts my chin up "Look at me, Lopez. I guess I'm going to have to keep telling you this" she mimmicks me with a genuine smile. "You're not responsible for this, you didn't do this to me. I trust that you're not going to hurt me, at least not intentionally. Can you not see that? Since that n-night" she takes a deep breath before continuing. "You are the only person I've let touch me. You saw how I reacted with Puck this morning. Even Brittany, she tried to hug me in third period and I froze she thought she'd hurt me and started crying. I feel safe with you."

RACHEL

I've never seen the side of Santana that I've seen the passed few days. Britt always swore we didn't know the real Santana, that she was a good person. She's even gone so far as to yell at us when we've had enough of Santana's nasty comments and tell her where she can go. I never understood how such a sweet girl could be so delusional and wrong about someone she spends so much time with, until now. Turns out we're the delusional idiots, we were the ones missing out by not having the courage to push past her walls or even try to get to know the real Santana behind the vicious words.

It's breaking my heart to see all the guilt in her eyes. I wish she could see that she didn't break me. I'm not that fragile. Yes, her words have hurt me in the passed but it's not like every night I went home and cried because of her, most days they barely phased me. There's always those days when your defenses are down and they get passed the walls and sting a little bit. She truely thinks she's a terrible person, and suddenly it makes sense that "satan" is what makes Brittany start acting more like Santana than the bubbly blonde we all love.

The giggle I've let out after telling her I've rubbed off on her turns into the first true genuine laugh I've had in far too long when her eyes widen and jaw drops in mock horror. It's probally more like true horror, the thought of turning into me must be pretty high on her list of worst fears.

"I can't believe you just said that" she huffs in annoyance, but I see that smirk she's failing miserably to hide. She's completely avoiding everything I've said up until that comment. Convienent and typical of Santana, but I'm not letting her dodge this one. My laugher dies down and I cup her cheek with only my one hand since I can't move my other arm.

"Did you hear me, Santana? I need you to believe me when I'm telling you you did not do this to me, you didn't break me. I trust you not to hurt me. It may not look like it yet, because honestly it's going to take me a while, but you're healing me. You're strength is going to help me get through this. I know you're not going to let me shut down, and die inside which I must be honest is really really tempting some times."

"Wait, It is?" she cuts me off grabbing my hand off her cheek and lacing her fingers wtih mine. "You want to just want to let this darkness swallow you whole? You can't give up!"

I nod, and let go of her hand briefly to swipe the pad of my thumb under her eyes to catch the tears that are about to fall. "Don't cry, cause you're going to make me cry." I say feeling my eyes water. "I do feel the urge to do that yes, but I know that if I resist that urge and live through this storm inside of me you'll be there to make sure it doesn't kill me. I know that sounds dramatic, but it feels like if I let myself feel all of this that it'll be unbareable. Shh Santana, please don't be upset let me finish!"

"Well stop dragging out the monologe for God sakes then!" She says tears spilling out of her eyes. I've noticed the more upset she gets the snappier she gets.

I roll my eyes at her. "You're being here makes it bareable. It hurts a little bit less than it did and I'm a little less scared of facing it all. Not much, but a little and I know the more time goes on with you here I can make it through this. Thats why I keep asking if it's a joke or you're going to leave me. It's not that I don't believe you that you're not that cruel. I ask because it's those times when it feels like this all is too much, the memories are too vivid, the wounds too fresh and too deep. I don't want to check out, I want to get through this but it's tempting yes of course because feeling all this, emotion you love so much is agony and sometimes I don't think I can take one more moment of it. Then there you are and I can breathe a little bit easier. If you left I'd never get through, I know you think I'm strong but there's only so much the human heart can handle and this, this all was too much, too many securities were taken from me that night. So I need to know in those moments that if I let the next wave hit me, that you'll still be there, cause if not I'd need to know then so I could dissapear and shut down before it hits me. I realize I did just give quite the monologe, and I do apologize, I know how much you hate them. I'm not great at bullet points or getting to the point as you so often encourage me to but I'll work on it because I need you Santana. I need you here, I need you to hold me and be everything that you are that you hide from the rest of the world."

"Well, damn" she says wiping the tears from her eyes. "Why..what..uh what is it exactly that makes you feel like you wanna just check out? Do you know?"

I think about it a few moments before answering her, "Not knowing exactly what happened. The fact that he does know ...everything...he did to me is humiliating." I reach up to swipe the tears that fall a little quicker.

She huffs and rolls her watery eyes. "Allergies, Berry. Santana Lopez doesn't cry."

"Berry allergy?" I smirk.

"Shut up. That was really bad." she chuckles. "I'm not... I'm not good with words, or any of this. I don't know how I can possibly be helping you. I'm a protector and a fighter, but you won't let me kill him. I could beat the memory right outta him if you'd let me," she pouts at me with watery eyes. Damn, I've never found her particulary difficult to say no to but it is difficult now.

"Because you're better than him, Santana. You don't need to use your fists."

"Except that I do! He needs to be broken, humiliated .." I hold up my hand to stop her.

"Shhh, don't change the topic and get angry because you don't know what to say. It's okay, I know how you feel, I can see it in your eyes. You don't have to talk in long monologues or blab on and on about feelings like I do. It doesn't make you hard or a bad person, it's who you are. I said I need you. I don't need you to change, I need you just as you are. You do protect me, you walk me to class, your public service announcement and threat to kill anyone who even looks at me in a way you dislike. You hold me when I need you to, and I don't even have to ask you to sometimes you just know. You're pretty incredible and different, so different from me but that's what I need. I don't want someone feeding me bullshit lines, pardon my french, and hovering all over me. There is a reason out of everyone you're the only one I let hold me. You're brutal honesty is what makes it easy for me to trust you. I don't want to be treated like glass cause then I'll start believing I'm made of it and I'll never heal."

"Jesus Berry we need to lay off the here a little bit. Aren't I supposed to be the one saying this shit to you?"

"No. Do you even listen!"

She huffs in annoyance. "Yeah, yeah I listen, you want me to be myself. It's just difficult to believe that I can actually do any good being myself. And for the record that is the longest I've ever listend to you so a little appreciation would be nice."

I shake my head. She's such a child and I'm not taking the bate to veer off this uncomfortable topic. "That can't be true. I have heard many people thank you for your help or assistance."

She throws her head back in a typical Santana style laugh. "Oh Rach, you're really adorable and so very naive. The assistance I give them is always one of two things, or both depending on my mood. It's either revenge or sex. I'm not good with words, everyone knows that, but I'm good at sex and evil schemes. So .."

My jaw drops and I'm horrified. "They use you?"

"I..no..they..."

"Santana, you are most certainly not good for sex"

"I beg your pardon?"

"I...that did not come out properly at all. I'm sure you're quite good at that, or so I've heard."

"oh yea?" she's grinning like an idiot. "From who? What'd they say"

"Lets put the teenage boy away for a few minutes shall we? You're going to have to listen to this one last mushy moment then I'll allow you to change the subject. That's a terrible thing, to think that is the only reason they come to you. You're good for so much more than just sex. You truely think you're the devil, don't you?"

"You yourself so lovingly refer to me as Satan" she shrugs.

"I'm sorry I ever said that. You may choose to look at your 'assistance' as a physical release of sorts however I cannot believe everyone else does. Can I ask you a question about it?" She's grinning at me so I assume that's a yes. "Afterwards, do they just thank you and leave?"

Whoops. She looks angry. "I thought you told me you were sorry for the stripper remark!"

"I don't mean it like that for heaven sakes! Besides whores sleep with people for money strippers dis-robe for entertainment. Answer the question, what happens immediately afterwards?"

"I- I can't believe you know the difference! And seriously? Disrobe?" she muses. I swear if she doesn't answer me..."Depends" she says with a huff after seeing my glare. "The girls usually want me to hold them till they fall asleep or some sappy cuddly shit like that. Look, it's not like I've slept with the whole school you know. I know it may sound like that and I may word it that way, but just so you know it hasn't been that many. Besides, with girls I'm not the one having sex so it doesn't count."

I smile at her and she looks confused. It's kind of adorable how clueless she is, heartbreakingly so, since she truely thinks horribly of herself. "You're more than just sex, you just proved my point. They want you to hold them because you make them feel safe like you do for me. They can relax and float away cause they feel protected."

"Relaxing and floating away after sex is usually due to a mind blowing orgasm. More than likely, Berry, though I appreciate the try, I'm just that good and they're too exhausted to move" I groan in annoyance and she surprises me. "I'm sorry. I'm not used to people thinking much of me. Sure I'm everybody's girl for a good lay or to give someone a beat down. I'm uncomfortable so I deflect it's just me being me, remember Berry you like that," she says squeezing her hand in mine.

"I do. I don't like you thinking so little of yourself though. Back to what I was saying before you interrupted, no, my monolouge is not done but almost I promise! You're not known for pretending to like people people when you don't and when you're annoyed you let it be known." She cuts me off...again.

"I already said I was a bitch."

"Would you kindly shut up and let me finish? I could have been done a long time ago if you'd just let me finish." I smile and shake my head at her as she huffs and crosses her arms, putting distance between us. Not much, but it's obvious this is making her uncomfortable, but I don't care, she's going to hear it wheather she likes it or not. "Due to the fact you don't pretend to get along with people you don't like it's very comforting and makes one feel very protected and safe to know the great Santana Lopez actually can stand them enough to not just have sex with them because she thinks it's the only way she can best make someone feel better but actually stay with them afterwards and hold them until they fall asleep or provide whatever comfort she can. Please, do not respond. I know you're just dying to provide some self depricating responce but frankly I've heard enough of that out of you for one afternoon. We still need to speak about what happened this morning but I'd prefer to postpone that, seeing as you have successfully managed to get me to talk the whole way through what should have been my history class. We can discuss it, then I will allow you to give me a massage to make up for it."

She's grinning wickedly at me, clearly amused as well as I assume grateful I have ended the torture of having to listen to me ranting about emotions. Her smile fades too fast for my liking and takes mine with it. "Thank you" she says practically pouting at me. I lean towards her and she meets me half way wrapping me up in her arms. "This makes you feel safe, huh?"

"Mmm hmm" I hum into her chest where my head is tucked right under her chin.

"Alright then. Listen I've gotta get to Cheerios practice, I have to be the first one there or Coach will comeplete destroy me and throw me to the bottom of the pyramid, and I won't be able to protect you as well then."

"You have practice again? You just had what looked like a grueling experience before sunrise today!"

She pulls back from me and smiles softly. "I don't know if you've met Sue, but she could really care less about anything besides winning nationals and herself."

"I don't like her."

She laughs, "I know, nena. The only person that likes that woman is herself. Will I see you in Glee?"

"Of course!" I say shocked she'd even ask me that.

She laughs, "You're already perfect, you can miss a practice or two. You need to rest. Where are you going until then? Classes are over."

I smile. "I enjoy the distraction singing provides. I always head to the library to study."

"Absolutely not" she shakes her head.

"What? Why not?"

"Because I can't look out for you there, who knows who is lurking."

"I highly doubt he even knows the location of the library Santana."

"No, I'm not risking something happening or someone saying something to you without me there to protect you. You're coming to Cheerios practice, you can sit up on the bleachers and you your studying."

"Oh, I am huh?"

"Yup, cause you like when I'm all protective and shit so this is me being my big bad protective self. Enjoy it." she smirks at me. "Then after Glee we can go back to my house for your massage?"

"And talk, Santana you're not weaseling out of that just because we spent an hour bonding in the bathrooms."

She rolls her eyes at me. "Fine, fine you can let me have it, but there's something I need to talk to you about too which I don't think you're gonna like any more than I'm going to enjoy your talk with me."

I sigh heavily not liking the sound of that at all. It's been so nice to not feel crushed by the weight of burodn for the last hour, I'm not looking forward to feeling it again. "Will you lay with me and hold me afterward?" I say quietly. Sure, I trust her, and I know now she'd do anything to help me and actually seems to enjoy being able to comfort me but this still is Santana Lopez after all that I'm asking ot hold me like I'm a child.

"All night if you need me to, baby girl" she smiles bringing me into her arms again. "Oh my God you're a sap" I joke. "Just wait till you're all healed baby girl I will tickle the shit out of you for that one." Placing a kiss to the top of my head she lets go, looks over my neck one last time to make sure it's all covered up and heads off to Cheerios after she reluctanty agrees to let me meet her there in a few minutes. Her Mom really nailed it when she said she's a sucker for damsels in distress.

I turn around and stare at myself in the mirror. When she scanned my neck all the shit that had dissapeard the last hour was back. I wish I knew what happened, at least I could put an end to the endless senarious that constantly run through my head. Much like my incesent need to ramble these senarious never stop. When Brit grabbed me in one of her crushing bear hugs aside from tearing up from the pain of all my bruises and fractures I heard his voice instead of hers and the motion of her hands on my back felt like his rough large hands running all over me. I completely froze and I know I scared her, she's so sweet she had no idea what she could have done to me. I probally should have told Santana a little bit more about that, maybe she could find a way to explain it to Brittany. She might not know all the right comforting words to say to everyone else but she's always been able to speak to Brittany in a way the girl understands and responds to; which is no small feat let me assure you.

SANTANA

"So, have you talked to her about it yet?" Q whispers in my ear as we're pretending to listen to Sue screaming about how much we suck through her giant megaphone. I'm staring at Rachel up on the top bleechers books fanned out all around her writing furiously. How can she concentrate in here? "No, not yet" I whisper back. "Tonight when she comes over." I say getting the feeling Q is about to start lecturing me.

"Do it soon, and eyes front you creep your staring at her."

"Huh? Oh shut up. Look at her she's so innocent. We're horrible people."

"No, she's forgiven you. He is horrible stop getting the two of you confused."

"Teen statistic? Sandbags? You got something to say about horrible you're last number was?" My head snaps forward. My mouth opens then quickly closes as I hear Q speak up. Thank God cause all that was gonna come outta mine was a string of Spanish curses. My eyes shift quickly to Rachel who is now watching and I smile quickly then return my focus to Sue. I don't know what Q said but Sue looks oddly satisfied before shouting "50 suicides both of you everybody else get the hell out of my gym."

"Oh God." I grumble. Q lets out a long sigh.

"Its alright , we've already done like 1000 today whats 50 more? We got this." This is exactly why she is the youngest member to make head Cheerio. She was designed for this, but I'll never admit outloud.

The locker room was now empty except for Brittany when Q and I stumbled in after our suicides. Brittany's sitting on the bench in front of my locker, head down, and a pout on her face. My heart jumps to my throat. "Britt Britt whats wrong, honey?" I quickly move to sit next to her and rub her back. She doesn't respond. "Britt, look at me" I tilt her head by her chin turning it to face mine. "Hey, whats wrong beautiful why the pout?"

"Are you going to kill me?"

"What? I would never hurt you, why would you say that."

"You said you'd kill anyone who hurt Rachel."

"I'm sure you didnt hurt her honey, tell me what happened." I can see tears filling up her blue eyes "Does this have anything to do with the hug you gave her earlier today?"

She nods getting more upset. "Honey please don't cry" I pull her into me and she burries her head into my neck crying softly. "Shhh Britt talk to me why do you think you hurt her?"

"She -she-looked s-so sad when K-kurt was trying to talk to her" My whole body goes ridgit before I can stop it. "Like you just did oh no! I hurt you to!" She tries to pull away but I hold on tight.

"No, shhhh, calm down sweetie, that was muscle spasm from all thos windsprints."

"I just wanted to give her a hug and thought maybe Kurt would go away then..then she did just what you did! San it felt like i was hugging a board, and then I heard her whimper like she was hurt. I didn't think I held her that tight, I-I Im so sorry San" She's fully crying now clinging to my waist. I rock us slightly placing a kiss to the top of her head.

"Shhh calm down you didn't hurt her, okay? I'll explain everything but I need you to calm down for me first okay?"

"I-I'm trying!" She hiccups into my neck. I don't respond knowing she'll only keep talking and never calm down.
"What's going on?" Quinns worried voice breaks through the sounds of Brittanys cries. Quinn sits on the other side of Britt rubbing her back and giving me a worried questioning look.

"She gave Rachel a hug earlier, Rachel tensed up and she thinks she hurt her and I'm going to kill her. And Kurt was there, talking to Rachel. Kurt made her upset. Kurt fucking talked to her and she didn't fucking tell" I'm silenced by Quinn squeezing one of my hands that's resting on Britts back.

"Breathe, Santana." She says firmly staring holes through me. Easy for her to say I scoff in my head.

"Britt, honey" I say coaxing the girl out of my arms so I can look her in the eyes. "You didn't hurt her, I've been protecting her because people here have taken their bullying of her to a level I think is too high. Slushies and name calling is one thing but people keep jumping out from behind things and scaring her. She's so jumpy she jumps at any kind of noise and she probally didn't know you were about to hug her so you frightened her." I say realizing how pathetic that explanation was when I see Quinns signature eyebrow raise. I shrug at her quickly when Britt looks away from me. What? I mean hello I'm still stuck on the Kurt thing and I'm seriously the only one that can speak the language of Britt. I'm surprised Britt hasn't asked me why there is fire coming out of my eyes because it sure feels like there is. She seems to be thinking about it then answers

"So, you're not going to kill me?" She says in a small voice.

"No,. baby girl I could never hurt you."

"And I didn't hurt Rachie?" I smile at her innocence.

"No sweetie, just startled her thats all, but that's not your fault I should have told you what was going on before."

"Yes, you should have." she says seriously. I see Quinn smile at this responce and struggle to hide my own. Britt turns around giving Quinn a bone crushing hug. "Thank you" she says sweetly to her before giving me the same treatment and skipping out of the locker room mumbling something about taking Lord tubbington to his alcohol awareness classes. I roll my eyes at Quinn with a smile.

"She's something else" Q says with a small laugh.

"Yeah she is." I smile. She puts an hand on my shoulder scooting down the bench to put it around my shoulders.

"Talk to me, you're eyes are practically red with anger."

"Fucking Kurt" I huff laying my head on her shoulder.

She sighs. "I know, I'm just going to say this one time because this is your call but I really wish you'd wait until Rachel's comfortable enough to tell you the whole story with him. I don't want to think about her having even more to deal with emotionally if you go after Kurt. If you don't kill him completely and he says something to her..."

I let out a frustrated sigh. "You're right. God I hate that you're right. But you are, damnit."

She chuckles kissing the top of my head. "You're welcome. I think. Come on sandbags, Rachels not gonna give you any less grief if your late for Glee just because you're moving heaven and earth to protect her." I tense up as all the air leaves my lungs. My arm grabs Quinns before it can move from my shoulders.

"Breathe, honey." She says calmly. "There you go. In and out." When my breathing evens out I slump over head in hands, I feel completely ridicuous and not in control of my own body. Fuck that is some scary shit. I hope to God I don't ever drown! "What happened that made you almost have a panic attack?" she asks gently rubbing my back.

"I forgot about Glee. I can't ...I can't..." Its starting to get difficult to breathe again.

She guides my chin up "Look at me, calm down. No one is going to make you go, Santana but can you tell me why you say you can't?"

" I can't go and sit in the same room at Kurt, Q. I can't...Rachel told me that Glee's the one thing she looks forwards to now. I don't want to take that away from her. " Quinn is frowning at me.

"Are you sure you can't just..."

"I know myself." I say interrupting her. "And I know that right now, there is no way I'll be able to control my anger. I'm too fucking tired but I can't leave her either, I promised her I would be there since I couldn't talk her out of going."

"Hey, I'll look out for her, you go home and go right to bed. I'll drive her home."

"I can't, she doesn't trust anyone and she's not going to understand why you're being nice to her.'

"Well that's why I'm going to go bring her out into the hallway to talk to you. Just be honest hon, tell her you don't want to take Glee away as a safe place for her, and you know there's no way you're going to be able to avoid a fight. She'll respect the truth. Tell her you have ordered me to watch out for her wether or not I want to, I'll play the part right don't worry. Then tell her I'll drive her home to you."

I don't know about this.

"Santana you look like you haven't slept in days. You're not gonna be much help to her if you're a zombie. Go home."

I throw my arms around her "Thank you so much. I'm so glad we're friends again, I don't know how I'd get through any of this without you."

Rachel was surprisingly accepting of the idea that Quinn would take her home. She did seem a little nervous at first but I guess I look more like shit than I thought cause she actually muttered "thank God!" when Q said I was going home to sleep.

I have no idea what time it is as I wake up to complete darkness starving to death. I go to slowly peel myself off my bed but seem to be trapped. I turn my head to look over my shoulder to see someone snuggled in behind me, arm drapped around my waist. Their hair smells like lavender and not strawberries so it must be Rachel. "Hey" she whispers quietly, making no effort to move. "Hi" I say not fully awake. I roll over to face her glad that her arm stays draped over my waist. I brush the hair back from her face. "Are you hungry?"

"Mmmm"

"I take that as a yes. You still a vegan?"

Her eyes open. "Yes..how did you.."

I roll my eyes. "Please, you think I don't remember Jesse St Jerkoff making an omlet on you?"

She scowls. "Asshole" That makes me laugh outloud.

"I can't make any promises as to what I can come up with but I promise whatever it is will be vegan-friendly."

She smiles and lifts her arm up so I can get up. "I'm just gonna..*yawn* ..stay here and keep your bed warm *yawn*" Suddenly her eyes fly open scaring me half to death. "Unless you're ready to talk about Snix!" I roll my eyes and rest my hand over my heart. "Seriously? Only you would get that excited over the prospect of another monologe. No, thank you I like to cook in peace."

Her eyes close and I turn and walk out the door but not before I hear "Wow, two big words in one sentence"

My hand rests on the doorframe as I spin in place. "'Suse me? Just caus I's from da hood don't mean we don't haf to take dem SATs too" Ouch! She threw a pillow at me! "Thats it Berry...pillow fight is going on the list of shit to do to you once you're all better." I turn and leave before she can respond.

Up next...Santana sends Puck after Karofsky =)