A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys! This is the exact same story I had uploaded before just with new chapters like this one. I'm gonna skip a head a few weeks soon I think...

SANTANA

"Rachel!" I yell, knocking on the door again.

"I'm not sure why you are knocking Santana as this is your own home. I am in the middle of a bath trying to relax, so if you don't mind can you please stop pounding at the door? I'll let you know when I'm finished."

Is she incapable of a one word response? I mean seriously! "Did you just politely tell me off?"

"What do you want, Santana?"

"I can't even believe I'm being here respecting your boundaries and shit by knocking in my own damn house as you said, and you're still giving me an attitude! I mean shit, this is your room for now so like a normal person I knocked. Do you know what you're supposed to do then in the real world, Berry? Let me the fuck in, that's what. Not give me a freaking attitude and leave me standing here talking to my own damn door."

"Are you finished? Would you like a round of applause for showing common courtesy for once? You must have missed the portion of my 'freaking attitude' when I informed you I was trying to relax! That most certainly does not entail listening to you talk to your own door."

"Ugh, shut up! Enjoy you're freaking bath, just come get me when you're done. I am not asking!"

"Are you finished now?"

Seriously I'm gonna fucking ...ahhhhh. Deep breaths. "Just one last thing. If you need help with those hard to reach areas give a knock on the wall. I'll be in my room."

"You're worse than Puckerman!" she yells.

"Better! I'm better than Puckerman!" I shout back proudly.

"Goodbye, Santana" she huffs.

I can't handle too much more of this fucking craziness!

"Well m'ija, I'm glad to see you kept calm." Says my Mother standing in her bedroom doorway.

"Ugh, Mama por favor!" I groan.

She shakes her head at me with a hint of a smirk on her face. I bellyflop onto my bed and pull my phone out of my pocket. 4 missed calls Brit. I click the call button immediately; I miss the shit out of her.

"Sanny!" she sings into the phone.

"Hey babe, what's up?"

"Nothing I just missed you are you mad at me?"

"Britt how many times do I have to keep telling you I'm not mad at you and could never be. Why are you asking again?" I say a little snappish.

"Once if it's the truth, I'm not an idiot, Santana. When you're actions match your repeated words maybe I'll believe you." she says, the hurt evident in her voice.

"Don't you ever call yourself an idiot again or I will be pissed at you. What am I doing that is making you think I'm mad at you?"

"Never mind. Obviously I'm annoying you."

"Britt come on. I'm sorry, alright? There's like a lotta shit flying around in my life right now. Seriously, I'm like barely escaping a nervous breakdown here. I didn't mean to take it out on you, baby I'm really really truly not mad at you though."

"Exactly, a lot happening and I don't know about any of it. All you care about is helping Rachel, which is a good thing San but I never see you anymore, San. And what about Q? You've been friends longer you should be helping her too. She needs you just as much as Rachel." Ugh drama drama everywhere!

"You're always with Wheels. And what about Q? I just saw her tonight she's not big on the talking thing you know that where as Rachel can't seem to ever shut up." I say twirling my hair around my fingers.

"Because you're never around that's why I'm with ARTIE! You know I'd pick you" she practically shrieks into the phone.

"Brittany don't. You didn't pick me you picked him so I'm sorry but that means you don't get to see me as much. Fuck, I can't do this right now, Britt. I ..I just can't do this, okay. I'm still not mad at you..I'm...fuck Brit it hurts you know? It's not like this all was my fucking choice to lose you. I chose you...I've gotta hang up before I say something I don't mean." I say and hang up before she can respond. I grab my pillow and scream into it.

I scroll through new text message alerts and settle on Puckerman. I can use a laugh, he's still probably pouting about Quinn.

P: U're sleepin w/Q aren't u.

What the actual FUCK! I throw my phone and put my face back down into the pillow.

RACHEL

This bath is heavenly. It may have taken me a good five minutes to sink my sore body into this large tub that even is equipped with water jets but it was so worth the effort. Seriously, this is her guest bathroom and there are water jets! Lima Heights adjacent my eyeball. All this time I'm thinking she's stealing all her designer clothes and really lives in a run down duplex on the wrong side of town. Not that there is anything wrong with that but hear she's been in this mansion pampered from day one. You don't know what it's like to live in Lima Heights adjacent, manhands! But I'm the resident drama queen? I don't even want to think about what her poor mother must have been through trying to raise this girl right. She's a handful on her good days! Oh, well she did do a good job though, somewhere under all that attitude is a really good heart; I just wish I knew how to get that person to come out and stay out. It's like that saying 1 step forward 2 steps back although she goes a few steps before going back ten. I really hope she lets me in enough so I can figure out why she feels the need to have all these walls up all the time. She's gorgeous, popular, a cheerleader, rich...and she's hiding who she is as if they'll knock her to the bottom of the social latter...where I live. Here I am you're plain Jane in hideous clothes due to everyone's incessant need to slushie me to remind me everyday exactly where I stand in their world. I'm a lot to handle; do they really think I don't know that? I talk to much, I'm self involved on my best days, the list goes on and on but I don't hide it. If anyone should hide who they really are it should be me, not Santana. Oh my God why do I even care? She's impossible!

People think my monologues are bad...they should be in my head cause those actually stop. I do actually at some point stop speaking, despite what Santana might tell you, but that's not the case in my head. It won't stop. Staring at the water bubbling from the jets and it would be relaxing, it should be, if I could focus but the constant rambling in my head denies me even that small hope of momentary peace. It probably won't work but I'll try anything at this point to just have some peace in my head for even a few seconds. Pinching my nose I slip down under the water. I can hear the jets creating a deep rumble and I think I could just stay like this if only I had a snorkel I'd finally have peace. The burning in my lungs sadly reminds me I've got to resurface. For a moment, just one moment I consider staying under and just drifting away in this peaceful abyss. I resurface in time to hear banging on the bedroom door and Santana yelling my name. Speak of the devil! I give a long winded answer knowing exactly how much my long answers to a yes or no question irritate her. That's exactly what I'm going for, if I have to deal with her attitude she can start taking a little more of mine. Besides, irritating her is the only way I know of to guarantee to get rid of her.

"Just one more thing. If you need help with those hard to reach areas give a knock on the wall. I'll be in my room." Of all the nerve! She's completely shameless but whether she meant it to work or not visions of her doing exactly that invade my thoughts. This is all her fault that damn massage she gave me earlier. I couldn't stop the moans from leaving my mouth. I think I'm pretty much straight but I'm not the biggest fan of labels. I'm open to anyone really, at least I was... I wonder if that's why she's such a bitch all the time, because she's afraid to let other people know she's gay. It's pretty obvious though, at least to me.

Her voice penetrates my non-stop thoughts once again. Something about coming to find her for our talk.

I'm so sick of talking. Who would have thought I'd ever get sick of that? I just want this to go away. Of all the people I'd have thought she'd want that too. I know how uncomfortable this all is for her having to talk about stuff but yet she does. She's the one making sure I don't check out and continue to deal with all this. Every agonizing feeling she won't let me push it back down. Sometimes I wish she would. I wish she'd tell me to shut the hell up and get over it already even though that's not conducive to getting on with my life and putting this behind me, sometimes I just don't care. She basically did tell me off tonight though and immediately I get all weepy and pathetic. What is wrong with me? I used to put up a good fight at least. I don't want to be the Lopezs' charity case. I have no idea how much time has passed but I begin to feel my eyes drooping shut and decide it's time to attempt to haul myself out of the bathtub.

Okay seriously if this is what it's going to be like when I'm old then...well I'm just not going to get old! This is now my fifth attempt to haul myself out of this tub that's the size of a small pool. This is ridiculous. What am I thinking! Just cause I got myself in doesn't mean...Ouch! That hurt. What other way can I try? Hmm she did say she's just a knock on the wall away..Oh my God I should have just stayed under the water. Oh! Maybe if I can shift to my knees and stand the pain of leaning my weight on them briefly I can maybe muster enough arm strength to push myself to a standing position. If this doesn't work... I'll bang on the wall. She's already seen me half naked why not just complete this nightmare? She's only the hottest and girl at school, oh and the biggest bitch. No way, I've got to do this. On the count of three...1...2...3.

I shifted to my knees, pushed up with all my might and ...

...

"RACHEL BERRY IF YOU DON'T OPEN THIS DOOR I'M COMING IN!" Why is she screaming? What in the world is going on? Oh...please let this be a nightmare. "Ow!" I hiss failing miserably to lift my head. I suddenly realize I'm not in water anymore but laying against cold tiling. .I really am naked sprawled on her bathroom floor. And here all of this effort was to avoid her seeing me naked...it's infinitely better now that she's going to find me here on her floor like a dead fish..a very naked dead fish who can't seem to move. I try to lift my head again but everything goes black.

"M'IJA LOWER YOUR VOICE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!" The sound of Maria Lopez's voice drifts through my ears. Just perfect they'll both find me like this. Suddenly the bathroom door is opening. I can't quite will my eyes to open yet as there is a buzzing in my head that makes it sound as though I'm under water. "Aye Dios Mio! Rachel! Qué carajo?"

I hear rustling noises, drawers slamming, and more Spanish curses flying as my eyes finally listen to me and open. Something soft lands on my back and I sent up a silent prayer that it was a towel. "Hey?" she says softly as her concerned mocha eyes appear in my line of vision. She brushes the hair back that has fallen into my eyes. "hi" I croak, silently panicking I've knocked myself so hard that I've damaged my vocal chords. Irrational? Maybe but it's kind of all I have going for me.

"Can you move?" I clear my throat.

"If I could do you think I'd have stayed like this?"

She smiles "I see you're not too hurt, smart ass. I didn't hear a knock on my wall Berry, what the fuck were you trying to do? An aerial dismount?"

"You know if you going to be a bitch just leave me here."

"Nope, I won't be leaving you alone again for a loooong time. I'm going to help you lift your head okay? Don't try to get up yet until I see how much damage you've done to your head." She must see the pure panic in my eyes, "Don't worry I'm just being cautious. My Dad's a doctor and I'm a Cheerio. Do you have any idea how many girls we've dropped on their heads?" She moves so she's kneeling by the top of my head. I feel her hands on either side of my face then my head is slowly being lifted.

"Ow fuck me" I hiss at the sharp pain and blurry vision that follows.

She laughs, "either you've knocked yourself so hard you're a completely new person, or else you've been spending too much time with me, munchkin."

"Huh?" I ask as she lowers my head back down.

"You're not big on the cursing." she says looking down at me with an amused smile.

"Oh, sorry"

"Don't be. It's kinda hot coming from you." I really must have knocked my head hard cause that definitely did not come out of her mouth.

"Whats the damage?" I ask.

"Just a little blood. Don't panic that's a good thing. Hitting your head really hard and not bleeding brings up the issue of internal bleeding and intracranial pressure and all that shit." she says looking semi embarrassed.

"Wow. Impressive."

"Sorry" she says sheepishly rolling her eyes.

"Don't be. It's kinda hot coming from you." I say with a smirk.

She laughs. "Alright baby girl time to get you off this floor your tits must be freezing. How'd you get here anyway?"

"I tried to get out of that swimming pool of a tub of yours."

"You have no idea how hard that just was for me not to respond with like a million height jokes. They were really good ones too, like epic." She's standing with either foot on each side of me. I feel her hands under my arms as she slowly pulls me up. I move my knees underneath me. "You're a lot stronger than you look. Quinns really lucky your right hook didn't connect with her face fully."

"Uh yeah, not my best moment."

"She can bring out the worst in people."

She laughs at this, "Yeah it's just a defense mechanism. Q's not like me, when you peel back her many layers there's a kind sweet person in there. But, I was talking about the fact my swing went wide. I'm usually dead on with my aim." She pulls me all the way up to my feet moving the towel fully around my waist as soon as I'm upright. Her arms linger around my waist for a minute. "Are you sure you okay?" she asks as I feel her forehead hit the back of my shoulder. "You scared the living shit outta me. Seriously I think you've aged me ten years this past week." she sighs.

I place my hands over hers that are resting over my stomach. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be so much trouble, I swear."

I feel her pick her head up as she lets go and moves from behind me. The bright lights of the bathroom suddenly go black and I feel myself crash into something.

"Woah easy easy" she says as my eyes open to see her now in front of me holding me up.

"Dizzy" I mumble.

"I see that." she chuckles. "Come here." Her arms wrap around me and I let her guide me out of the bathroom. I have my arm around her waist for extra support and my head is leaning on her shoulder as she sets me down on the edge of the bed. "Figured we should get you away from all that hard tile before you end up on it again. Lay down, I'm going to get something to clean up your head. It's just a drop or two nothing to panic over, okay?"

I nod but stay seated. I look up when I hear a huff to see her staring at me with a scary look on her face and her arms crossed. "You didn't hit your head that hard that you don't understand what I'm saying. I said lay down. I'm not going to risk you slumping over or something and falling off the bed while I go get peroxide.

I narrow my eyes at her. "I will not fall off..."

"NOW!" she barks and I lay down immediately. God she's scary. She chuckles at how fast I obeyed her order but I don't find any amusement in this. "Much better."

"You're scary." I say as she walks back into her bathroom. My eyes drift closed as I'm suddenly overwhelmed with exhaustion.

"Nah ah! I leave you for two seconds...wake up!" I open one eye upon hearing her yelling.

"What is your issue? You want me to lay down then you're shrieking cause I close my eyes? What was I to do, hmm? Stare longingly at the ceiling while I wait for you?"

" First of all, watch your tone. B, you still smacked you're head pretty good and probably have a mild concussion meaning you cannot sleep for ten hours."

"It's either A or Second of all," I mumble without thinking.

"Huh? Are you speaking in tongues? Are you feeling dizzy again?" I swat her hands away as I sit up.

"You said First of all then B. It's either A then B or First then Second."

"You're correcting my English? Yep, your definitely fine." she rolls her eyes dabbing the peroxide on a cotton ball. I stop her hand before the cotton ball reaches my head. "What do you think you're doing with that extremely painful liquid on that cotton ball?"

"Cleaning your cut, that's what I'm doing."

"No thank you."

"No thank you? I don't recall asking for your permission, now remove your hands before I remove them for you."

"You don't think I'm banged up enough?" I add trying to suppress the smirk I feel forming at my lips at that low blow.

"That's not even right" she huffs. "Please remove your hands so I can get this over with. I'm not exactly overjoyed at the prospect of wiping blood off your head you know. Hows about that English."

I shriek upon feeling the cotton ball press against my head. "There's nothing on this one drama queen, I've gotta clean it up a bit first.

I glare up at her and practically let out a growl upon seeing the smug smirk on her face.

She gets it cleaned up and I grit my teeth when the real thing finally hits my cut. "I don't even want to imagine what you did to your poor Fathers' as a kid. You, Mizz Berry are a friggin handful, an overly dramatic handful."

I scoff, "I was an angel. I was just thinking about your poor parents earlier tonight as you are equally if not more a handful mizz lopez."

"You were thinking about me as a kid? When?"

"When I was.." I stop myself before I finish regretting opening my mouth in the first place.

"Why Rachel Berry were you thinking about meee while you were in the bath?" She says in mock horror.

"Shut up. It's bad enough you found me naked on the floor." I say rolling my eyes.

"Hey. Don't be embarrassed. I'm a Cheerio. Before you give me a smart retort for that let me finish. We all shower together. I see naked women all the damn time Berry no biggie."

"No biggie for you perhaps but you weren't' the one immobilized naked on the bathroom floor of one of the hottest girls in highschool." I bite my lip realizing what I've said.

She kneels in front of me with her one eye brow quirked up in amusement. "The hottest girl in school you say? Don't be embarrassed. Anytime you wanna see this hott piece of ass lemmie know and I'll give you a show. Then we'll be even. Besides, if you weren't hurt I would have thoroughly enjoyed the show" She winks at me again and this time I know I didn't imagine that. "Okay so why don't you get changed then we can get this all over with okay? Are you going to be able to get dressed okay?"

I roll my eyes. "Yes, and I'm still mad at you for your temper tantrum don't forget."

"Well forgive me if I don't believe you as you said you were perfectly fine to get a bath alone too. I'm choosing to ignore the other thing you just said. By the way" She says turning around in the doorway with a slightly evil grin on her face "Next time I'll be supervising your bath."

"You most certainly will not!" I shout back but she's out the door after the first word. She's out the door as my jaw drops and I flop back down on the bed staring up at the ceiling. "I cannot believe this is my life."