A/N: Guys! Santana totally loves Rachel! They held hands and she gave Rachel her really sweet smile, and Rachel carried her home! Pezberry is on!

Wanted to tell you, I still don't have a beta and sorry if there's something wrong with this one, I get confused with the phrases sometimes, and at this point the letters are all talking to me and that's saying a lot since this is the longest chapter so far! So, don't be shy and tell me what you think, alright? I appreciate your comments, I don't bite, I swear. Hope you like this, and hope it makes sense!

Let's Call It Love

The auditorium was almost desert, there was only the few people cleaning it up and some teachers, but the backstage area was empty except for Santana, who was cleaning the makeup on her face. She wasn't aware of my presence, I watched the way she was cleaning her face which was almost makeup free. It took a couple of weeks for the bruises on her face to fade away, and it was such a relief that it didn't happen again.

"You were amazing" I finally spoke up and Santana looked up, her gaze falling on me through the mirror.

"I already know that" She said with arrogance. I rolled my eyes even when I couldn't help the smile.

"I was expecting a 'Thank you, you were incredibly amazing too, in fact better than anyone'"

"Why would I say that?" Santana asked, passing the cloth she had on her hand through her forehead, a smirk on her lips. I was actually offended. Was she seriously not going to congratulate me for my awesome performance? I mean, it was Santana, she hardly recognized the works of others, but come on! I didn't realize I was opening and closing my mouth like a fish out of the water, until Santana looked at me again, letting out a laugh. "Alright, alright, you were great, Berry you don't have to fish for compliments."

I chuckled and dropped my head, shaking it. It wasn't what I was expecting, but it was probably the best I was going to get from her.

"And thank you" Santana added. I looked up and saw the faint smile on her lips while she gathered her things.

"Are you coming to the celebration party?"

She shook her head. "I have other plans with Britt and Q."

"Oh"

"And—" She stopped abruptly, her gaze focusing in something over my shoulder. I turned around and was met with Shelby, who was smiling shyly at me.

I heard Santana clearing her throat, but I was focused on Shelby, who wasn't paying attention to Santana either.

"See you later" Santana said to me, and walked past Shelby throwing her dirty look over her shoulder, before disappearing from the view.

"You were excellent out there, Rachel. I know I already told you this but you really are talented and—"

"You don't have to pretend, alright? I'm not expecting anything from you, I already told you this. It's fine" I said, trying to walk past her but she stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.

"Rachel, wait"

"Seriously, you don't have to. You left it clear last year that I shouldn't expect anything from you" I told her, gently shaking her arm away from me. "I think it's late for us"

I started to make my way out of the auditorium, but stopped in my tracks when I spotted Quinn behind a rack of clothes, looking at Shelby without even blinking. I didn't stop to study her expression but I figured Quinn was probably angry or hurt.

It made sense. Shelby only came back to cause one of those reaction. She came back to not only rub that pretty, blonde baby on my face, but in Quinn's too. Puck himself told me about Shelby's desire for them to be part of Beth's life; and it seemed like Quinn wasn't having any of it. Actually, since Shelby came back to Ohio, Quinn's attitude was getting worse every day.

She wasn't going to affect me in any way as long as she stayed away from my life. That was her desire anyway; that was what she decided when she left Ohio with Quinn's baby.

I thought we were going to celebrate with the whole cast, producers, and our families at the after party Mr. Schue threw for all us. Well, actually we were, the problem was that Noah dragged us to a different party, and I couldn't say no because all of them agreed that the party was lame.

Finn, Tina and I were at the backseat of his truck, Mercedes and Kurt at the front with him, and Mike, Blaine and Rory were at the back of the truck.

"Stop whining!" Noah told me when I started, once again, to list all the possible horrible things that could happen to us in a place like the one he was planning for us to spend the night. "This party is going to be so much better"

"What am I going to tell to my parents when they found out I turned into a delinquent?" I chided back at him. "They're going to ground me forever!"

My back hurt when a heavy weight that was thrown over my shoulders and a horrible, horrible scent filled my nose.

"Shh, Rach, it'll be fun!" Finn said in my face, making me want to hurl. He was already drunk and we hadn't even reach the house this party was being thrown. I pushed his arm away.

"I don't deny that, I just preferred you would have let me stay where I know I'll be safe"

"Oh, shut up! I bet you'd be happy if Santana was here" Kurt threw over his shoulder from the front seat, Tina giggled besides Finn and Mercedes just snorted. I rolled my eyes when a saw the Noah smirking through the rear mirror, crossing my arms across my chest. Kurt was still mad at me and I hated it.

"Did you have sex with her again?" Finn whispered in my ear and I pushed him away, glaring at him, before glaring at Noah's head, hoping it would just explode with the intensity of my stare. He looked at me through the rear mirror.

"C'mon, Jew babe, don't be so uptight"

I shook my head annoyed and stayed silent until Noah parked the car. I honestly didn't have a clue how he found a spot, I guessed he just had it reserved or something. Everyone was out of the car and I felt myself being dragged back inside when I was nearly out of it. I gasped when rough lips were pushed against mine.

I pushed Finn away when I recovered from the surprised, but he dived in again.

"Dude, not in my truck!" Noah said, moronically. "Here, lock it when you finish and please don't leave a mess" He added, throwing the keys in the front seat, shutting the door close.

I pushed Finn away again and put a hand over his chest, stopping him from kissing me again.

"What is wrong with you?" I snapped, struggling to keep him at arms length because he was still fighting to kiss me again.

"Just… kiss me" He slurred, taking my hand from his chest. I turned my head to the side, his lips landing on my cheek and he started to leave open mouthed kisses down my jaw.

"Okay, stop" I said, trying to push him away. He was nearly on top of me and the scent of the alcohol in his breath mingled with the heat in the truck because all the windows were closed, was starting to suffocate me. I whimpered and tried to push him away but he wasn't giving up. It wasn't until he started to let his hands wander around my body that I had enough and pushed his face hard away. "Stop!"

He stumbled backwards and looked at me with wide eyes.

"Really, what is wrong with you? You're drunk! Ever since Noah started to give us all those drinks instead of the soda, you haven't stopped. You don't like to get drunk this way, what's going on?"

Finn put his face on his hand and growled loud, his shoulders slumping. "I'm a complete failure!" He said, looking at me with teary eyes. "The recruiter didn't like me"

He seemed so devastated and I scooted closer embracing him. He started to sob in my neck and I hugged him tightly. I was so focused in the play that I forgot completely about the game. He still texted me some nights to tell me about his day, I didn't reply all the nights, but he still did it. Most of those times he talked about this game and how important it was for his future.

"It'll be alright, Finn. There are other colleges and—"

"No! You don't get it!" He said, pulling back. "That was the only opportunity I have. I'm not good like you or Kurt, I'm not good enough for anything!"

"That's not true, Finn. You just have to look for other dreams"

"How? I don't even have you now, Rachel. You were the only good thing I have. Now I don't have you and I don't have a future, either." He said, taking my face in his hands. I looked into his eyes and I felt urge to take him back once again. I was so in love with him and seeing him this broken was killing me inside.

"Finn-"

"I need you to want me, Rach. I need you to love me again" Finn whispered, kissing me on the lips. I pulled away after a moment and leaned my forehead against his, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Please" He cried, and I closed my eyes tightly, cupping both his cheeks.

I could take him back and try again to save our relationship. It probably would work. He loved me, I was sure because he was here asking me to take him back once again. He wanted to be with me. He needed me just how much I needed him. But… there was a big but; the one that always had been there; the one that reminded me that this wasn't the first time this happened. This wasn't the first time we were giving each another chance; and my mind was screaming at me that this could happen forever, and I wasn't sure that was what I wanted. It was just too much energy wasted and too much pain that only brought back the reasons why I ended this relationship in the first place.

I opened my eyes and looked apologetic into his pleading ones. "I'm sorry"

"Rachel…"

"I can't—we can't do this again. I'm sorry" I told him, pushing him away. He took my hands and brought them to his mouth.

"I love you"

"I love you, too, but I can't, I'm sorry" I said, pulling my hands away from him and getting out of the car before he had the chance to say anything else.

After a disastrous game of never have I ever, I had enough. I had a couple of shots running through my veins and after that horrifying moment in the gym when Brittany poured her whole stomach over me, I swore to myself I wouldn't get in contact with alcohol and drunken people unless it was necessary; and the guys were starting to get really disgusting with the questions and I needed to run.

I couldn't go home until Kurt and Tina decided it was enough, since they weren't drinking and Kurt was the assigned driver and I was stuck here until they decided the guys had enough to drink, which was going to take a while since they were both having so much fun seeing the rest made a fool of themselves.

I was wandering around the house, watching with disgust how the people get waste. I reached the kitchen and got out of the house by the back door. The yard wasn't as crowded as the inside of the house. It made sense, the alcohol was there after all; but the few people out here were dancing to the music and it seemed like there was the private place for couples. I leaned against the wall beside the door and wrapped my arms around my own body, just looking into space. I was feeling a little dizzy, but it was nice out here.

My mind was still with Finn, I was mortified because I knew how hard it was for him to think good of himself sometimes. I always had Broadway and I knew I would be as devastated as him if I ever lose it. I didn't know what I would do if that ever happened; if someone came to me and told me I wasn't enough for Broadway. I shivered with the thought alone.

I was so focused on my thoughts that I was watching the interaction in front of me and I wasn't really registering what I was actually seeing, until my brain screamed at me 'Quinn Fabray'. I frowned because in fact, just feet away was Quinn Fabray accompanied by The Mack and a man. I thought she was going to be with Santana and Brittany tonight.

They were arguing. The man was trying to give something to Quinn and she was refusing to take it. She was mad, her corporal language always gave away what she was feeling: she was tense, I knew by the way her jaw was clenched and her hands were fisted at her sides. She was quiet, just hearing at whatever shit The Mack was yelling at her face.

I had to put my hand over my mouth to prevent any sound when The Mack's fist collided against Quinn's face, because the music here wasn't that loud and I didn't want to attract any attention towards me. The man took Mack by the arm and shook his head, glaring at her. Quinn didn't make a move to defend herself, she just stayed there looking at them.

The Mack pushed him away brusquely and yelled on his face. I could hear her voice, but I wasn't near enough to understand what she was telling him. He shook his head and threw something at Quinn's feet before storming away. I followed him with my gaze and saw him exiting from a back yard door that leaded to the streets.

I looked over to the girls again and found The Mack with a fistful of Quinn's hair in her hand, forcing her to look at her. I was surprised that Quinn was letting her treat her this way when she was so defensive and didn't accept crap from anyone. The Mack finished talking and shoved her away rudely, storming out in the direction the man went.

Quinn let herself fell on the floor, her shoulders shaking while she closed her fist on the ground. Not being able to take it anymore I walked towards her and leaned down, taking her by the arm to help her stood up.

"Quinn…"

Quinn's eyes widened and she pushed me away roughly, looking towards the direction her companions went. "What the hell are you doing here?" She hissed at me.

I straightened and frowned at her, my gaze following the little drops of blood that were falling from nose, down her chin and falling over the little blue plastic bags on the floor. I raised my gaze and she was looking at me with narrowed eyes, before she looked down and took them quickly, shoving them into her pockets while she stood up. I wasn't sure what those bags contained but I had an idea in mind.

"Are those-"

"Shut up" Quinn hissed, her gaze still looking nervously towards the back yard's door. "Shut up! You don't know anything. What you saw-"

"I saw the way The Mack treated you, I thought you were friends." I told her. She glared at me and took me by the wrist, dragging me with her towards the inside of the house.

"Where-"

"Shut up"

Quinn came to a stop in front of a door and opened it. It was a bathroom and it was empty, she shoved me inside following behind and closing the door, locking it. She turned around, glaring at me. "What were you doing there? How much did you see? Why are you even here?"

"Quinn-"

"Seriously, Berry, how much?" Quinn asked. How did she expect me to answer if she didn't let me talk?

"I saw him talking with you and Mack hitting you, that it's all." I told her. "And-"

She shook her head and I closed my mouth soundly. "Stay away"

"Who's he, why did she hit you, and what are those?" I asked, pointing at her pockets.

"I'm not answering your questions. Just stay away. I'm warning you" Quinn told me, turning around to leave. I was actually surprised that she hadn't ripped my eyes off for asking her all those question. I stopped her with a hand on the shoulder when she put a hand on the handle.

"Quinn"

Quinn turned around brusquely, shoving my hand away. "Back off!"

Now that was the reaction I was expecting. I raised my both hands in front of my chest. "I'm not going to ask any questions, just…" I looked down at her lips and she passed her tongue for them, cringing.

"I'm fine."

I searched for a napkin I knew I had in my pocket and extended it to her. "Here"

Quinn hesitated but took it. "Thanks." She mumbled. She didn't take her eyes off my face while she cleaned her face. "Seriously, Rachel, stay away from me"

I was surprised to hear my name from her lips, but I was even more curious about this whole situation. I wanted her to answer all of my questions. I had always genuinely cared for her. It was inevitable for me to feel that way towards her. "You know that is not possible. It seems like I always have to find out something about you." I told her.

"You don't want to know this time, and I don't really want you to hate more than you already do." She said, turning around and walking out the bathroom, leaving me with so many question and the 'I don't hate you at all' in my lips.

I entered the choir room and scanned the room. Not all the glee club members were there, but it was the one I was looking for. I made a beeline towards the last row and sat beside Santana.

"I need to talk to you about something important, Santana" I watched Santana's eyes roam around the room and then land on me. "It's about-"

"Why are you talking to me, manhands?" Santana asked with a bored expression, her eyes cold. I closed my eyes and frowned; sometimes it surprised me her skills to hide herself behind this ridiculous façade.

"I don't know" I told her, looking into her eyes, searching for an ounce of an apology or even waiting for her to tell me she was sorry and ask me what I wanted. I didn't find it. She kept looking at me with an empty stare and I stood up, going to sit in the front row beside Artie and Mike.

Mr. Schue was still with his ridiculous idea of the dance camp. It was ridiculous, we didn't need dance classes, what we needed was for him to stop messing around and put all of the glee guys to work instead of letting everything to hours before the competitions. Whatever, I had two days of Glee free to myself and I wasn't going to waste them, so I was sitting out on the school's field-since the AV club needed the auditorium- trying to concentrate in my sheets and scheduling my practice hours. Or at least that was what I was trying to do, because the Cheerios practice was really distracting.

Santana and Brittany were present because Coach Sylvester had one day at a week when she made them practice past glee's hour; and they both knew better than disobeying Sue's orders.

My eyes-that were supposed to be in the sheet music-were studying every movement Santana made. I had always liked to watch her cheering because Santana really enjoyed doing it. You just had to observe her to know that she was really passionate when it comes to cheerleading. Santana liked to performance, not matter if it was with the Cheerios or with the Glee club. It was nice to see her so free, and I couldn't understand why she had to hide in her HBIC façade when she was such a lovely person. I was sure of that, I had a glimpse of the tenderness, the sweetness, the version of her I was sure was real.

I was having this need, this strong need to keep unraveling who Santana was, but it was just so hard when the girl kept pulling and pushing me away from her. I needed that to end and it was definitely going to end. I wasn't going to sit and let Santana come and go from me as many times as she wanted; either she stayed or she didn't.

"Hit the showers! I hope you're happy with you mediocre performance, because I'm not!" Sue yelled into her megaphone. The way their shoulders fell at their Coach words, made me feel bad; and while I watch Coach Sylvester walk with anger towards the locker's room with Becky in tow, I suddenly felt grateful for having Mr. Schue as our leader, because it must be really hard to be under this woman orders.

Most of the Cheerios were almost inside of the locker's room, and I let my eyes travel around the field. I spotted Santana walking slowly, shoulder to shoulder with Brittany. I gathered my things and put them into my bag, running down the bleachers and towards them.

"Santana!" I yelled. The two girls stopped and turned around. Santana was frowning, Brittany just smiled at me.

"Hey, Rach, were you seeing the practice?"

"Yeah, it was awesome." I answered to Brittany's question with a smile, before looking at Santana. "Can I have a word with you?"

"About?" Santana asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't think we have anything to talk about"

"We have" I said looking intently at her. At least she wasn't looking at me with empty, cold eyes.

"Well, I let you guys alone" Brittany said. "Don't be rushed, S. Artie's mom is taking me home. He must be waiting already"

Santana looked quickly at her, her expression softening. "Are you spending the night with him again?"

"Yeah, his mom invited me over for dinner, she's so lovely!" Brittany beamed. "See you tomorrow" She added, kissing Santana's cheek soundly. I noticed the way Santana opened her mouth wanting to protest, but decided against it. "Bye, Rach"

"Bye, Brittany"

Santana watched her leave and then turned around, glaring at me and starting to walk towards the bleachers. "What do you want?"

"To make things clear"

"What the hell are you talking about?" She asked, walking behind the bleachers, I thought she wanted to sit and I scoffed because this was exactly what I wanted to stop. Was I really that bad for people to not want to be seen with me?

"This is what I want to let clear. You don't like when people see you with me, alright! But you can't need me one day and ignored me the next. I helped you, even without knowing what was going on. Either I'm your friend or I'm not. You aren't using me! Too many people have done that and I'm sick of it!" I finished my rant and was actually surprise that Santana didn't interrupt me in the middle of it.

"Jeez, Berry, calm your tits" Santana said. "I thought you knew this is how things are. I am my reputation and you aren't good for it. Cheerios don't like when they see me talking with you. In glee is fine because there are only losers."

"You insulted me in glee club today!" I exclaimed.

"So?"

I glared at her and then nodded. "Alright, then don't call me anymore when you need help because I won't answer." I said, turning around to leave, gasping when she pulled me back by the arm and pressed me tightly against one of the poles, one of her hands was over my mouth, and her warm, sweaty body against mine. Santana's face was so close to mine, I could feel her breath hitting my face, but she wasn't looking at me, her eyes were looking towards the empty field behind me.

"Be quiet" Santana whispered without pulling her hand off my mouth. I tried to push her away, refusing to let her manhandle me this way, but when I tried to move my hands I found out they were trapped by her other hand between our bodies. I didn't know when that happened. "Quiet, Rachel."

This was really freaking me out, so I kept pushing Santana's body to free myself. Santana pressed more into me, her eyes landing on mine, softening suddenly probably seeing the fear I was feeling in my eyes. "I need you to be quiet. Trust me, it's nothing bad."

I looked into her eyes long enough to convince myself she was being honest and the nodded. She nodded too and her eyes traveled once again towards the field. I waited just watching her face and feeling the way her body tensed at times.

After a moment that seemed like an eternity, Santana released my mouth. "Son of a bitch!" Santana hissed, pulling away from me. I turned around and saw Quinn kneeling on the ground, the Mack with a fistful of her hair making her look at her, and I also saw a retreating figure. The image was even worse than the after party night.

I took a hold of Santana's wrist when she tried to walk towards them.

"Back off, Berry!"

"No, let them solve their problems!"

"She's hurting her!" Santana snapped. "You don't know anything, Berry, I have to help her!"

"Well, then tell me!" I said as desperately as Santana sounded. "This had happened before and I'm worried."

"You—wait," Santana stopped, turning around to look at me with narrowed eyes. "How—what do you know about this?"

"That's what I tried to tell you this morning. This happened the night of the after party. In a party Noah dragged us that night. What's going on, Santana?"

"Of course, this is what she was doing" Santana mumbled, looking towards the field. I did the same and saw the Mack walking away. Quinn stood up from the ground and started to walk in the opposite direction.

"Santana!" I exclaimed, following her when she started to walk away from the bleachers. I was so confused and they weren't giving me answers.

"Weren't you leaving before? Something about me not calling you anymore? Done, I won't. Now back off." Santana said harshly, starting to jog in the direction Quinn went. I stopped following her and just watched her leave. If I thought better about it, that was probably for the best. Both Santana and Quinn were a really hard puzzle to figure out, and it probably wasn't my job to do it anyway.

"You have no idea—"

"I'm not finished!" I jumped when I heard a hard slam. I stopped outside of Mr. Schue office where he and Quinn seemed like they were having a discussion, accompanied by Coach Sylvester and Becky. "You're not a little girl anymore, Quinn. How long do you plan on playing the victim card? Since day one, you've done nothing but sabotage the same Glee Club that has been there for you over and over again. When you got pregnant, when your parents kicked you out, Mercedes even let you live at her house. And I don't recall ever hearing so much as a thank you. So now you're a train wreck. Well, congratulations. And you stride into my office and tell me that it's my fault? Well, then, I have something to say to you. Grow up."

I saw Quinn ran off of Mr. Schue's office and turn a corner getting out of sight. I bit my lip considering if following her. What Mr. Schue just told her wasn't entirely true; actually, he didn't really know what he was talking about.

"Would you turn that thing off?"

"And... cut! Fantastic. I got-"

I shook my head and started to walk in the direction Quinn had just disappeared. I knew I wasn't going to find her so easily. She could be anywhere.

Since classes were still running and I was sure Quinn wasn't attending hers, I checked in all the classrooms and the girl's bathrooms, before deciding to look for her on the field, under the bleachers where The Skanks used to meet. None of them was there and I didn't have a clue of where to look anymore.

I decided it was probably better to leave her alone, so I headed towards Mr. Schue's office once again to talk to him about the Spanish test, which was what I was going to do when I witnessed the whole exchange. The melody of the piano coming from the auditorium stopped me on the way. It was probably Brad practicing some song Mr. Schue told him to prepare for this week. I used to corner him and made him tell me which songs Mr. Schue was preparing so I could be prepare too. He usually glared at me the whole time but at the end he always cooperated with me.

Smiling, I decided to make him a visit, and I was almost inside of the auditorium when the music stopped with a loud sound, the same the keys made when you just slam your hand savagely against them. I was sure this wasn't Brad anymore. Brad wouldn't do that to his piano. He treated the piano like a sacred object, just like it deserved to be treated.

I walked slowly to not make myself noticed and looked at the stage, finding the person I was looking before. Quinn was inclined over the piano keys, her shoulders shaking. I took a hesitant step forward but decided against it. It was better if I just let her be. Our conversation in that bathroom at the party was still clear in my mind, and the last time I tried to comfort her she just slapped me and honestly, with Quinn's latest attitude I expected something worse. I was nearly out of the auditorium again when music stopped me, as usual.

I always found fascinating that Quinn could play the piano. She'd never played for the Glee Club, and I was sure not all of them knew about it. I found out in our writing sessions, and Quinn was always so mesmerizing when she was playing, it was like she was finally able to be who she really was.

Only music was filling the air and I closed my eyes trying to concentrate on it, because I was sure I knew the song she was playing. I liked that she always made different arrangements when she played songs, making them her own; another thing I liked about Quinn playing the piano. I started to hum even before it finally clicked. This was a really sad song and it was actually one of my favorites.

I walked closer to the stage and leaned against one of the walls that hid me from the stage's view and without realizing I began to whisper so softly the song, following Quinn's melody.

"Dancing slowly in an empty room; can the lonely take the place of you. I sing myself a quiet lullaby; Let you go and let the lonely in to take my heart again…"

Quinn kept playing and I closed my eyes, stopping, feeling all the sadness she was probably feeling through the melody, and it made my heart broke.

"Keep singing" I nearly jumped out of my skin. How Quinn figured out I was there, I was never going to know. "I know you're there. Sing."

I took a deep breath and started to sing again, this time louder. "I'm the ghost of a girl that I want to be most. I'm the shell of a girl that I used to know well…"

I pulled off the wall and started to walk towards Quinn, still singing. I sat beside her on the piano bench, my front towards the back of the stage, opposite to Quinn.

"Broken pieces of a barely breathing story; where there once was love now there's only me and the lonely... Dancing slowly in an empty room; can the lonely take the place of you; I sing myself a quiet lullaby; Let you go and let the lonely in to take my heart again..."

When the music stopped, I stayed silent just waiting for Quinn's next step. I didn't want her to feel pressured and really, I was afraid of what she would do.

"Why is always you?" Quinn asked quietly. Her tone wasn't hard, it was just sad and tired; like that time I spilled her pregnancy secret, and the night of the party when she told me she didn't want me to hate her. "Why is always you who get to see me this way? Why are you even here?"

I studied her face and even when she had her head down I could see the way her eyes were getting wet with tears, and she was clenching her jaw so hard probably refusing to let them free.

"The other night-"

"Don't" She said, looking up at me. I nodded and looked down at my hands on my lap.

"I was on my way to Mr. Schue's office and," I said instead, hearing a sharp intake of breath from her. "I couldn't help but…" I trailed off, not sure of how to continue. Quinn stayed silent for a moment and I was starting to feel uncomfortable, because even thought I didn't like it, sometimes it was easy when she just insulted me and hissed at me; this Quinn beside me, the one with the tired voice and the eyes filled with tears, was a devastated Quinn and I didn't like to see her this way.

"He's right." Quinn whispered after a moment. "I need to grow up. I…"

"No, he's not, Quinn… he—"

"What? He's right. I've done nothing but sabotage all the intents of friendship all of you guys had been trying to give me and I-He's right, Rachel." Quinn said, shaking her head and standing up from the bench. "He's right."

I watched her hesitated for a moment, but she started to walk backstage.

"What about that time you got us a full page in the yearbook, one of the Cheerio's pages?" I spoke up making her stop. She didn't turn around, but it was enough for me to know she was at least listening. "Or that time you left the Cheerio's competition to help us with the Thriller number. What do you say about Sam… you do help him, and—and I'm sure Mercedes knows you are really grateful for letting you have a roof over your head when you're family wasn't there for you."

Quinn shook her head and her shoulders trembled slightly.

"Mr. Schue doesn't know what he's talking about, Quinn. He doesn't know you, and neither do I, but I know for sure that it takes a lot of courage to be still standing after all you've been through. And it takes a really grown up person to let go something you created and brought to this world with so much pain." I told her, making a pause to take a breath. "And I've been wishing with all I have for you to see that and to be the person you really are, not what you're trying so desperately to be."

As I finished saying that, Quinn just started to walk into the backstage without looking back. I didn't have a clue of what was going on in Quinn's life, besides all the crap everyone already knew about her; and I really wished she would let me be with her, be her friend, because I knew what it felt like to be alone when you're feeling so sad and lonely just like Quinn let me know she was.

"Rachel" Daddy called me, making me look up from the book I was reading. He didn't say anything more, he just beckoned me with his finger, disappearing into the hallway. It was pretty late and he was already in bed minutes ago, so it was strange to see him up again. I got downstairs, finding him standing at the front door, looking outside.

"Miss, you need to stop that before you break our window" I frowned, hearing my dad's voice from outside.

"Daddy?"

"No, sir, I needs to talk to Rachel!"

My eyes widened and I pushed daddy out of the way, stepping outside. Dad was holding Santana by the arm and she was glaring at me, looking really pissed besides of really drunk. I was sure she was standing thanks to the hold my dad had in her arm because her body was slightly balancing from one side to the other.

"Well, you're failing miserably because that isn't Rachel's window."

"Whaddya mean?"

"Santana" I said, approaching them. I had to intervene before my dad lost it, because he never had patient with drunk people.

"There you are, hobbit, I've been throwing fucking rocks at your window and you won't answer!" Santana shouted at me, freeing herself from my dad's grip and stumbling towards me.

Dad looked exasperate at me. "You shouldn't have come down. I was about to send her home."

"I can handle it, dad" I assured him.

"Rachel, she's drunk"

"No, I'm not" Santana said, nearly bringing me to the floor with her when she threw all of her weight over me. Dad gave me an intently look, raising one of his eyebrows.

"Don't worry, dad, she isn't dangerous, I promise."

"I know who she is, Rachel."

"Who am I?"

"Come on, Leroy, let the girl handle this." Daddy said from the door. I gave him a pleading look, still struggling to keep us standing. His gaze traveled between my daddy and me a couple of times before he huffed.

"Alright but, we're calling her family." He accepted. "That's my only condition"

Santana let out a sob. "She won't care!" She exclaimed before bursting in tears, throwing her arms around my neck and crying on my shoulder. Dad just shook his head, helping me with Santana's weight.

"Just let's go inside, before I regret this" He mumbled.

They helped me carry her upstairs to my room and we lay her on the bed. Santana just kept sobbing the whole time.

"Call me if you need anything" Daddy told me, putting a bottle of water over my nightstand. "I'm gonna see what your father is telling her parents."

"Thank you" I told him with a smile. He smiled back and kissed my forehead before getting out of the room. I closed the door and walked towards the bed. I sat down at the edge and brought one of my hands to rub circles on Santana's back.

"Are you alright?"

"No!" Santana cried out, her voice muffled by the bed, since she was laying face down.

"Are you hurt?"

"Yeah, like a lot!"

I sighed, watching the girl's body tremble with sobs. I didn't have any experience with drunk crying people. Kurt usually passed out and Mercedes just laugh and laugh. Finn barely drank and when he did, he was an angry-but harmless- one. Only her daddy drank and when he was drunk, it was her dad who always took care of him.

"Do you need anything?" I tried again.

Santana's sobs stopped abruptly for a moment and then she sat up only to let herself fell again, this time over my lap. She buried her face on my stomach and her arms were now wrapped tightly around my mid section. I tangled my fingers on her messy hair and started to caress her scalp.

"That feels good" Santana mumbled. She was still crying, I could tell by the wetness on my shirt. "You feel good"

"Why don't you get some sleep, Santana?" I told her patiently, and she just hummed, staying silent for a second.

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna- I'm gonna-"

"What?"

"I'm gonna puke" Santana said, sitting up quickly.

"That door!" I shouted quickly, shuddering at the memory of the Tik-Tok performance. I cringed and stood up, walking to the bathroom where Santana was already pouring her stomach on the toilet.

"Oh God" Santana groaned, hurling again. Once she was finished, she threw herself against the door of the shower closing her eyes, fresh tears were running down her face. I walked further into the bathroom and flushed the toilet.

"Want some water?"

Santana just nodded clearing her throat painfully. I got back into the room and opened the bottle of water my daddy left in the nightstand, and walked back into the bathroom.

"I think I have an spare toothbrush you can use and-"

"Shh, manhands… shh" Santana said interrupting me. I extended her the bottle and she drank half of it in just one sip, extending it back to me. I just stayed silent, looking at the way her eyes dropped closed. "Shh"

I wasn't sure what to do next, I put the bottle over the sink and just stayed quiet, thinking in how I was going to carry her to the bed because I was sure she had fallen asleep. Santana opened her eyes again after a minute, though, our eyes locking.

"Why're you so far away? Come here" Santana told me, patting the floor besides her. I bit my lip, and she glared at me when I didn't move an inch. "I'm ordering you, manhands, come here"

I sighed, choosing to ignore that. Santana was drunk and it was useless to get mad at her for calling me names. I sat beside her and she curled on my lap once again, closing her eyes.

"I likes you. You mades the world stop moving. I likes you." Santana mumbled after a moment of silence, one of her hands taking the one I had over her head, tangling our fingers. I smiled down at her and caressed her back with my free hand, enjoying the soft sound of her satisfied humming.

A/N: Hey! Remember when Rachel carried Santana home? I do! =D

Oh! And thanks to those people who have this one on story alert, thank you all, you make me really happy!