Let's call it love

I was aware of several things when I woke up: a sickening feeling in my stomach, I was sweating and there was an obnoxious breath, and something wet against my forehead.

I opened my eyes and was met with a pair of green eyes surrounded by a black fur. I jumped back feeling my heart starting to beat faster, and a grunt was released behind me while my hand was squeezed, making me aware that it was trapped between someone else's hand. The cat jumped back too, looking at me with wide eyes.

"Sorry" A deep voice startled me and the black cat was lifted from the ground by none other than Hiram Berry. "He follows me around when he's not with Rachel."

I sat up quickly and Rachel automatically fell against me, her head resting on my shoulder. I looked down and frowned at our linked hands over Rachel's lap. I felt so disoriented; I didn't have the chance to feel embarrassed.

"Don't have a clue how you got here, huh?" Hiram said with an amused tone.

Now I was; and all I wanted was for the earth to open up and swallow me whole. I kept my eyes down because I was so embarrassed I was close to pushing Rachel away and running out of the door. "Sorry, Mr. Berry, I…"

"Don't worry" He stopped me, and I gave him a quick look. He was smiling at me. "Just do me a favor and wake her up so she can lay in bed, and you too. It's two thirty and she's going to be so tired in the morning, at least she won't have an awful backache or a sore neck"

I nodded in response and chose to look at the cat that was once again on the floor, when I couldn't look at Mr. Berry in the face anymore.

"Come on, boy, let's go sleep" Hiram said to the cat, who just looked back at him without moving an inch. "Do you mind if he stays with you?" Hiram asked me. I shook my head. "Okay, be good, Short"

Hiram left the bathroom, and I waited until I heard the bedroom's door closing to look at Rachel. She was sleeping soundly, her hot breath hitting my neck. She looked so comfortable I doubted she was going to have any kind of ache in the morning. I tried to free my hand from hers but she grunted, squeezing it harder and cuddling even closer to my body. I rolled my eyes. Even in her sleep she was annoying.

"Rachel, wake up" I tried, shaking her shoulder gently with my free hand. She didn't even stir a little. "Berry"

I looked exasperated around the room and rolled my eyes when I spotted the cat sitting over the toilet, looking unblinkingly at me with his wide eyes.

"So? Are you planning on staying there looking at me stupidly or are you gonna help me wake her up?" I told him and of course he just kept looking at me.

"Berry!" I shook her even harder and she just frowned. "Wake up! C'mon!"

Nothing.

I took her face by the chin and shook it gently. "Wake up!"

Rachel took a sharp breath and straightened her body, releasing my sweaty hand in the process. She looked at me wide eyed, her breathing ragged and fast.

"You would sleep through a screamo concert, wouldn't you?" I scowled at her.

Rachel passed her hands through her hair and studied my face curiously. "Santana, are you…?"

"Sober? Yeah"

"Oh…" She muttered standing up. She stopped in her tracks looking towards the cat that was still looking at me from the toilet, before walking towards her room. "What time is it?"

"According to your dad two thirty am" I said, standing up from the floor and following her inside the room.

"Was my dad here?"

"Hiram"

Rachel sat on her bed and took the clock from her nightstand, checking the time for herself. I stood awkwardly at the doorway of the bathroom, choosing to look around Rachel's room instead. This night had proven to be a colossal screw up and it didn't seem to end.

When I looked at her our eyes met, and I could tell she was as uncomfortable as I was from the way she was sitting completely straight, shifting ever so slightly in the bed.

"Should I leave now?" I asked, biting my lower lip nervously. I was mentally berating myself because this was just Rachel Berry. I never allowed anyone to see me this nervous and I wasn't going to start now, no matter how embarrassed I felt.

Rachel shrugged. "If you don't mind your parents yelling at you at this time of the morning…" I raised my eyebrows at her nonchalant attitude and waited for her to finish. "You should think better before throwing pebbles at my daddies' window." She snorted, shaking her head. "Never mind, you were drunk."

I scrunched up my face and looked apologetic at her, when images of Mr. black Berry throwing daggers at me with his eyes, ran through my mind, making me shiver. "Yeah, I'm told I do really stupid things when I'm drunk"

Stupid things I usually remember, making me want to bury myself alive from the embarrassment.

"And you cry" Rachel pointed out with a smile. I cringed and went to sit beside her on the bed. Yeah, I was aware of that and I didn't like it at all. "I have to say, though, I liked you better when you were drunk, this is really awkward and I wasn't expecting to see you here after what happened on the field. What was so important that you wanted to tell me, that made you come here?"

I frowned, searching my brain because the only thing I remembered were the drinks and the conversations with both my mom and Brittany, nothing else. "I don't know, I don't remember wanting to talk to you"

Rachel nodded and looked down at her hands that were playing with the hem of her tank top. I hadn't realized that she was wearing a really tight tank top with sinfully short shorts that could easily be confused with underwear. I had to force myself to turn away from her body before she realized I was staring.

"Look, I should go, I think I can handle my mom yelling at me. You should be sleeping instead of dealing with my crap."

"No, stay! I mean, i-it's safer that way. It's too dangerous for you to be wandering the streets at this hour." Rachel said, standing from the bed and walking towards her closet. "Let me find some comfortable clothes for you to sleep in".

She disappeared into the closet and reappeared a minute later, walking towards the bathroom. I watched the cat saunter out of there, and followed him with my eyes as he walked towards a cat bed placed beside the room's door.

"Here, go change. You can use whatever you want. There's soap, toothpaste, mouthwash, dental floss, whatever you need." She told me extending the clothes to me, with a fresh towel and an unopened toothbrush.

"Thank you" I told her, taking the clothes and walking to the bathroom.

I was expecting some argyle pants and a reindeer sweater, but it was actually a pair of grey sweatpants -that didn't reach my ankles properly, by the way-, and a wicked t-shirt -of course- that I was sure looked looser on her. It was fine, actually, they were comfortable and it was all I had, so I shook my head, stopping myself from bitching about them.

I brushed my teeth and washed my face, and I didn't realize that the whole time I was in front of the sink, I kept avoiding looking at myself in the mirror until I flinched when I stared into my own eyes through it. I looked like shit and staring into my tired eyes only brought to my mind the night's events that I was so desperately trying to push away.

"Hey, I wasn't expecting to see you tonight" Santana said, finding Brittany sitting in her living room once she got home.

"Well, I'm here" Brittany said with a shrug, standing up and throwing her arms around her friend's shoulders, hugging her tightly.

"Who let you in?"

"Alex"

Santana nodded. It made sense; her sister was probably the only one home, anyway.

"Let's go to my room" She smiled at Brittany and took her hand, dragging her along with her. "What are you doing here?"

Brittany shrugged and plopped down on the bed crossing her. "Artie cancelled our hot date 'cause his mom had some things to buy and he didn't want her to go alone."

"Oh" Santana exclaimed, putting her dress over her head, throwing it at her chair desk and walking to her closet.

"Thought you could keep me company" Brittany called out. Santana took a deep breath and put on some shorts and a t-shirt. "S?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever" Santana said walking out the closet while putting her hair into a messy ponytail. She didn't look at Brittany. She couldn't. Not without blurting out how angry it made her to know Brittany was only there because Artie called their date off. Because since she got back with him -even after last year's fiasco-, she had been spending more time with him and his mom.

"Right?" Brittany asked, giggling and Santana looked at her confused because she didn't even realize the girl was talking. But of course she was and she was obviously waiting for an answer.

"I-"

"I think it'll look good on him, he likes gloves anyway. I've always liked that!"

Santana rolled her eyes and ignored her. She went to sit at the desk opening her laptop. Brittany kept ranting about Artie and his birthday, and Santana tried to block her voice out but it just ended up overwhelming her.

"Alright, stop." She said, standing up and looking at Brittany who was now lying with her stomach down in her bed, just like she always had. "Seriously… stop talking about him."

"San-"

"No! I don't want you to talk to me about him, I don't want you to tell me about the fucking plans you have for his stupid birthday; and I certainly don't need to hear about how sweet and amazing you think he is."

At this point she was shouting at Brittany and she hated herself for it. Brittany frowned and sat on her knees on the bed.

"I thought I could talk to you about this stuff, I mean you're my bestfriend. I've spoken about him, with you, so many times and you didn't seem to care..." Brittany trailed off softly.

Santana scoffed. "I really want to believe that you honestly don't see it, B. I just can't believe you can't see it"

"See what, S? You're confusing me…"

"That I'm still in love with you!" Santana told her, approaching the bed. She was so feed up about Brittany saying how awesome Artie was, that at this point, she just needed to get that out of her system and let her know what she was actually feeling.

"San, we got over this, remember? We're friends. We tried and it didn't work. I thought you were over this already"

"No, I'm not! And that's exactly why you need to shut up about him!" Santana said desperate. Brittany sat at the edge of the bed now, frowning. She was quiet and Santana knew she was trying to process everything.

She knew this was her own fault, because when Brittany decided to end their relationship she agreed with it and kept going on like nothing had happened. She was the one suppressing her feelings, and she even denied them every time they touched on the subject.

"I thought you were over me, that you were fine"

"I didn't… I'm not. That was me pretending that I didn't care about it… about you" Santana said, coming to sit beside her on the bed. Brittany looked at her and she had tears in her eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to lose you" Her voice broke and Brittany pulled her towards her body, hugging her tightly. She couldn't help but let her own tears roll down her cheeks. "I love you"

"I love you, too"

Santana pulled away enough to look her in the eye and cupped her cheeks. "No, I love you. I'm in love with you." She said, kissing Brittany on the lips.

She felt Brittany responding to the kiss, but she knew it was just an involuntary reflex. Kisses were so common between them she was sure that was the only reason Brittany was reciprocating the kiss. Santana confirmed it when Brittany pulled away and looked at her sadly.

"We can't"

"Why?"

"I love him, I can't hurt him"

"I love you"

"I-"

Their heads snapped towards the door when a loud knock echoed through the room.

"Santana!"

"What?" Santana snapped, feeling angry with her mom for interrupting them. The door opened as a response and Santana frowned at her mom's angry expression.

"Brittany, you need to go"

Brittany and Santana looked at each other confused, before Santana acknowledge her mom.

"What's going on?" She asked, wiping the tears from her face. Maria looked at her firmly.

"She needs to go. Now."

Brittany squeezed Santana's hand and stood up. "See you later, S"

"Wait, B."

"Let her go" Maria told her daughter. Brittany smiled at Santana and walked out of the room.

"What the hell?"

"Don't talk to me like that, Santana" Maria said glaring at her daughter.

"Well, you didn't have the right to make her leave!"

"What did I tell you about bringing her here?"

"Were you being serious?"

"Of course, Santana. What? Now I say things just because? I heard what you were telling her and you know perfectly well that I don't want Alex or Gabriel hearing you say those things to Brittany, that's why I forbid you to bring her here"

Santana felt like her mom had just stabbed her in the chest, repeatedly. Of course this was about her mom's fear of her turning her siblings that she's gay.

"Do you know what you are? A hypocrite, mom. You cheat on my dad and that's okay, but I can't love whoever the hell I want."

It sounded worse than what it hurt. Santana felt satisfied by the fact that her mom slapped her, just because she knew that what she said was true, so she didn't have any other way of defending herself, other than violence.

"Don't ever say that again, you don't know anything!" Maria said warningly.

Santana didn't back off at her mom's hard stare. She kept their eyes locked until they heard the front door open and heard the strenuous and high pitched laughter, letting them know her dad and Gabriel were home.

I took a deep breath and lifted my hand, letting my knuckles graze over the skin of my cheek, the one that my mom abused. There wasn't a mark anymore, but I still could feel the harsh touch.

"Santana?"

Rachel voice was soft but it still made me jump startled.

"I don't want to interrupt but I think it's best if we-" She stopped abruptly when I opened the door. Rachel looked at me shyly before speaking again. "I'm sorry, but you've been in there for quite some time and I wasn't sure if…" She trailed off and looked away again.

"Stop apologizing, Berry. I'm finished" I said, pulling her out of her blabbering misery. I turned off the bathroom light following her inside the room before closing the door.

I eyed the bed and realized we were about to sleep in the same bed. The last and only time we were together on a bed, we were both naked and it probably wasn't a good idea for us to do it again. It would bring back too many memories to the surface, and I already had enough shit to deal with it, to add Berry on top of it all.

I saw her pull the covers off the bed and turn towards me expectantly.

"I can sleep on the floor, just hand me some blankets and-"

"No, I'm not letting you do that" She said, frowning.

"It's fine, Berry, don't worry, I can-"

"Get in the bed, Santana, I'm not letting you sleep on the floor." She said, putting her hands on her hips. "If the problem is that it disgusts you so much to sleep with me, then you can sleep with your head to one end of the bed and I can sleep with my head on the other, and we can even built a barricade in the middle. My bed's big enough to do that and we'll still be comfortable, but I'm not letting you sleep on the floor"

I had to bite my lower lip in an attempt to hide the smirk. She was looking at me with her crazy eyes, the same she had every time she was determined to have a solo. I bet it would be a lot easier if she knew the "disgust" she was talking about was really my fear of jumping her –thanks to what little she was wearing- without any other reason besides my attraction to her.

"Alright, alright" I said, taking off the covers from my side of the bed and laid down with my head to the foot of the bed. "Happy?" I asked her, leaning on my elbows to look at her.

"Very." Rachel said with a big, annoying smile and nodded handing me one of her pillows. I smiled and rolled my eyes, putting the pillow under my head and covering myself with the duvet. She watched me the whole time and after I was settled she walked across the room and then the lights went off.

"Night, Short" Rachel said and I closed my eyes feeling the bed dip seconds later. I opened my eyes again and saw her with her back towards me. "Sleep tight, Santana"

"You too" I said through a yawn.

I was tired but as tired as I was, I was also aware of everything. Our breathing sounded so loud in my ears and every little movement the fucking cat made from his bed across the room, I could hear it loud and clear. I was afraid of even moving a muscle. I didn't understand why I was feeling so nervous. It was only Berry. Alright, it was only Berry with so little clothing on, lying beside me, and it was Berry's sweet scent surrounding me and damn, I was being such a horny fuck. I growled and took the pillow from under my head and covered my face with it, which made everything worse because her scent filled my nostrils even more.

I felt Rachel move beside me and I took the pillow away from my face. She was now lying on her back, but I couldn't see her face enough to know if she was awake or not.

"Hey Berry?" I tried.

"Yes?" Rachel answered immediately. Maybe I wasn't the only one feeling uncomfortable. Now, I didn't know what to say, I just wanted to know if she was awake.

"Can I ask you something?" She spoke again, filling the silence for which I was very thankful for.

"Shoot"

"Is this normal?"

"What? Me getting drunk as fuck and nearly breaking people's windows, people I'm not even friends with" I said and she stayed silent, making me wish I hadn't opened my mouth. "Was your dad really pissed off?"

"He just doesn't like drunken people" Rachel answered quietly. I knew she was trying to appease my embarrassment; but I still wished I hadn't made a fool of myself in front of her dads.

"I use to get drunk only when I'm at a party and because I'm having fun with my friends but…" I trailed off, closing my eyes. For some strange reason I was afraid of telling her that I actually needed to drown my brain in alcohol to see if I could forget about all the shit my mom and Brittany made me feel that night.

"Do you remember why you came here, what you wanted to talk to me about?"

I released a breath I didn't know I was holding. She was making talking with her so easy, but I couldn't just tell her everything. I didn't want to, and I was sure I wasn't ready. Putting aside all my bitchiness, I was aware I owed her a lot. Rachel was somehow important to me, and still I was incapable of letting her in.

"No, I don't" I answered, moving so I was giving her my back, and closed my eyes. She breathed out a very soft 'alright' and the conversation died with that.

She probably thought I was lying, but I wasn't. I remembered the fight with Maria, the sneak out to the liquor store, the bickering over the phone with Quinn, and the phone call from Brittany I ignored. Nothing else. I dug and dug in my brain trying to find the piece that had the answer of why I ended up at Rachel's house and what the hell I wanted to tell her, but I fell asleep before that could happen.

A slight tremor roused me from my sleep, and next thing I felt was an extra weight over my back. Honestly, I was expecting to have one of Rachel's legs, or hell even half or her whole body on top of me, but not a fat black cat that was cleaning himself so comfortably over my back, suffocating me.

I growled and buried my face in the pillow. Lord Tubs was a lot nicer, he didn't even acknowledge me; and this one seemed to adore me.

"I'll count to two and you'll be off of my back, cat" I told him. I couldn't see his expression but he was probably ignoring me because I could still feel him moving.

I shook my whole body, successfully making him get off me, but I also woke Rachel up. I turned on the bed and chuckled lowly at seeing her with tousled hair, rubbing her eyes and yawning loudly with a hand over her mouth.

"You're even uglier in the morning" I teased her, sitting up. She jumped up, looking at me wide eyed, like she had forgotten I was there, which was probably the case.

"Uhh…" She mumbled, looking to her side towards the nightstand. "Morning?" She offered, trying to tame her messy hair with both her hands.

I smirked. "Hey, if I tell people about this they aren't going to believe me. Rachel Berry isn't as verbose as she is in the morning."

"Why are you awake at this hour and making such mean jokes?" Rachel mumbled clearly annoyed, lying back down, giving me her back.

"And she's also grumpy!" I exclaimed bursting out in laughter, only receiving a hum as a response. I couldn't stop chuckling for several minutes, because really, her reaction was so funny and I never had the opportunity to see her like this, so carefree;actually I didn't think too many people had.

"I was feeling lonely" I told her, recalling the conversation we had earlier. "And it was like all of my problems were crushing me with its weight."

She didn't move and I frowned not sure if she had fallen asleep again. I couldn't stop talking, though.

"I thought that if I got shitless drunk, I would be able to forget everything for a moment." I scoffed and shook my head, realizing how stupid I sounded. She turned around and just looked at me, she didn't seem like she was going to say anything. Her eyes weren't even judging me. "I'm being honest when I tell you I don't know why I ended here; I'm surprised I didn't have word vomit."

"You did vomit" Rachel spoke up, her voice raspy. I chuckled.

"Sorry"

"It's okay" She breathed out, smiling softly, and looking at me with searching eyes.

We fell silent just looking at each other. I couldn't believe how precious I found her just lying there with her messy hair all over her pillow and looking lazily back at me. I sat up and looked down at my hands over my lap with a frown. I was being so cheesy, and I couldn't even continue berating myself because a soft hand was put over my leg attracting my attention towards its owner.

"You can always come here the next time you feel that way, you know? I won't ask questions and we can just hang out." Rachel offered. "But you need to be sober"

I laughed softly at that, but shook my head looking away from her. What she was offering was a friendship in disguise. I knew that if I allowed myself to do that, I was inevitably going to grow fond of her; and all the crap I've been feeling since I woke up in her lap, our hands linked, were proof of that. Honestly, I didn't need another person in my life to let down. Besides, Rachel was loud, bossy, and obnoxious and I was a colossal bitch so we would just end up killing each other trying to build a friendship.

I looked at her and came up with the same excuse I always had when I didn't want people getting too close. "I don't think that's a good idea, people will-"

"I don't care. We don't have to tell anyone" Rachel said, leaning on one of her elbows so she could look at me better. She had that determined stare once again, and all I could do was look back at her, as if I was waiting for her to take her offer back and throw me out of her bed and her house, knowing perfectly well she wasn't going to do it, because right there in front of me was the most incredible human being I could ever known, and that was exactly why I wasn't going to put her through my bitchiness and crap.

I pulled the covers off and sat at the edge of the bed giving her my back. "I should go now, if your dads told my mom about last night she must have the shovel ready to bury me."

I felt the bed dip and then I saw her walk towards her closet. I sighed, walking towards the bathroom where I left my clothes, to get ready and go to my lovely home.

The really shitty side about my Abuela not wanting to have anything to do with me was that I didn't have anyone else to be with when mom was being a bitch. I was feeling so alone and I cursed myself for not being able to keep hiding my feelings away from Brittany. It wasn't like she was angry with me. She had been calling me, and I had been avoiding her because I didn't know how to handle the situation, so I was pushing it away.

What was the point anyway? I told her I loved her, and she left me hanging because of Artie, twice. I told my Abuela about my sexuality only to be rejected, so what I got from all of that was that I should just let it all in before it ended up fucking up my entire life.

I was wandering the streets in the car because there was no way I was going to be in the same place as Maria. She yelled at me for like two hours, ranting about how embarrassed she would be when she had to face Leroy Berry; of course she was angrier because of what people would think of her. I rolled my eyes and turned a corner, smirking when I spotted Berry walking down the street; talking about Berries.

I slowed down and drove behind her so she couldn't see me yet. She was wearing sweatpants over what I supposed was a leotard. I guessed she was walking home from dance class. I sped up until I was besides her and rolled down the passenger's seat window. She looked at me wide eyed, one of her hands inside of her bag.

"Why the hell you don't have a car, Berry?" I shouted, leaning towards the passenger seat.

Rachel closed her eyes tightly taking a deep breath and put her hand out of her bag, while the other clutched at her heart.

"Hello to you too, Santana" Rachel greeted me with a smile, seconds later. "What are you doing here?"

"Going home?"

"Yes"

"Get in"

She hesitated but opened the door, getting into the car. I rolled her window up and started the car again.

"So, you didn't tell me what you're doing around here" Rachel asked. I kept my eyes on the road, shrugging.

"I was bored as hell since my mom grounded me and took everything away from me. Good thing Alex isn't"

"Wait, you're grounded? Santana, this is very irresponsible and-"

"Save it, this isn't the first time I do this"

Rachel stayed silent for a moment and I threw a quick glance towards her. She was looking down at her hands.

"You're lucky, you know?" I spoke up because the silence was making me uncomfortable.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm giving you the privilege of my presence. I think I can handle some time with you" I said with a smirk.

Rachel scoffed. "Oh, Santana, that's very egocentric of you" She said in a fake sweet voice. I laughed, and she joined me.

Once in her house I settled on the living room, waiting for Rachel to take a quick shower and change, after she apologized like fifty times for not having time at the dance studio to do it.

She insisted that I watch some tv or listen to music while waiting, but I preferred to wait for her quietly. I was starting to believe that was a really bad decision. I kept throwing glances to the door and I was aware my leg was bouncing up and down. I didn't want to deal with her surely judging and pretty angry fathers. I had enough with Maria already.

"You seem at the verge of a nervous breakdown"

My head snapped towards the stairs. She was wearing again one of those short shorts -didn't she feel cold?-, her hair was down and wet, and a sweet scent was filling the air. My eyes were traveling down her long legs when she cleared her throat making them snap back to her face. She was blushing, and I scowled at her trying to hide my embarrassment.

Rachel cleared her throat again. "Wou- would you like something t-to drink?"

"No" I grumbled. I was feeling like an idiot for letting her see me staring. I was over the 'Oh my god, I like Rachel Berry' phase, but I didn't need her to know that, and certainly I didn't need the visual stimulation that only brought back memories. God, this was so awkward.

I stood up and looked at her. "So, Berry, anything fun we can do before I get bored and decide to go back to my jail?"

"Umm… well, there's tv, movies, board games: scrabble, twister-"

"Yeah, scrabble, whatever, just bring me out of my misery" I said waving my hand with disinterest.

Rachel smile was big and devious. "Let's go to the basement then"

"Santana, for the third time…" Rachel said, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You can't use Spanish words!"

"Look, it's still a word. You're just mad that it is a triple word score and that it has a z in it!"

"We're playing in English!"

"You're such a sore loser!"

"I ignored the time you chose the letters right from the bag, Santana. I'm not letting you get away with this!"

"Sore loser!"

"I can't even remember right now if that word even exists"

"Whatever, it exists and it stays, deal with it"

"No!" Rachel said, reaching to put the word away from the board, but I was quicker and took her hands right before she was able to put it away.

"Berry…" I said warningly.

"Santana…"

Rachel was such a sore loser, and yeah, okay, I deliberately put the letters out of the bag to form a high score word when she was occupied getting her big fat cat down the stereo, and she didn't stop me so it was her fault; but this time I wasn't cheating at all. I formed the word "caza" and it was real. If she didn't let me have it, I was going to make a real hunt and she was so going to be my prey.

Rachel tried to use her other hand and I took it too. Our eyes locked in a deathly stare. She stood up and I followed her, now hovering over the little table we were playing on.

"Let me go!"

"Back off, Berry. You're winning by 40 points!"

"That's because you-"

She stopped, widening her eyes as we both looked down finding Shorty sitting over the board.

"Shorty!" Rachel shrieked.

I growled, releasing Rachel's hands and collapsing back on my chair. Didn't that cat know anything better than climbing on people and their stuff?

"Don't worry, if we lift him carefully we can save the game" Rachel said, eyeing the cat with her hands on her hips.

"Forget it, I don't want to play anymore. You're a sore loser"

"And you're a cheater but you don't see me complaining" She spat back.

I scowled at her. "Whatever, let's do something else."

"Another game?" Rachel grinned, making me smile.

"Yeah, Berry, I need my revenge"

"So, you're accepting I won?" Rachel laughed, picking up the cat. "Did you hear that, Short? You're my witness I beat Santana in scrabble!"

I rolled my eyes, eyeing the few tiles that fell down to the floor when she lifted the cat. "Fucking hurry up"

"Language, Santana" Rachel told me, kissing Shorty and putting him in her chair. "Please, pack up the scrabble while I look for another game."

I stood up and started gathering the scrabble tiles while Rachel went to the closet.

"Guess who, Pictionary, monopoly or twister. Well, I don't think twister is a good idea because-"

"Bring it"

"What?"

"Twister, let's play twister"

"Santana, we're two"

"So? I want fun. Twister can be interesting with only two players." I said, without looking at her.

"I don't see the point in playing with only the two of us; and I honestly can't see how you find it interesting"

I turned around and raise one of my eyebrows, smirking at her. "Are you afraid?"

"Why would I-"

"You know I'm totally winning, that's why you're so afraid to play"

Rachel gaped at me for a moment and then turned around, pulling the game out of the closet.

"It's on, Santana" She glared at me.

We set the mat on the floor beside the table we'd been playing on and Rachel eyed the mat with her hands on her hips shaking her head.

"Someone has to be the spinner, Santana, how are we going to do this?" She asked. This wasn't the first time I had played this with only one person.

"Easy. We'll take turns. You tell me where to put my hands and feet and I'll do the same for you"

"What? No! That's not how this game works. You'll cheat again!"

"There's the whining again!" I said, throwing my hands in the air. "Don't be a chicken"

"I'm not!" Rachel said in a high pitched tone. I raised one of my eyebrows, making her cleared her throat before nodding. "Alright, we're playing this way BUT I have a condition."

Oh, wow, now the game was going to be even more exciting. I smirked.

"If I win you're calling me by my first name, no exceptions and even at school"

Well, that wasn't so bad. I narrowed my eyes at her. "And if I win then you're doing whatever I want."

"That's not fair!"

"Whining..."

Rachel closed her mouth soundly and rolled her eyes. "I told you what I wanted. You can't say that, you have to tell me what you want."

"I haven't thought about it yet"

"Fine, but no nudes, no public humiliation" Rachel said pointing a finger at me. I smiled, raising my hands in front of my chest.

"Too much talking, Berry, let's play"

"Enjoy the last time calling me by my last name because I am so winning this!" Rachel said, putting up the sleeves of the hoodie she was wearing.

"Right hand yellow" Rachel said, her voice trembling.

We were both sweating and sore, well, I was, everything fucking hurt and for the way she was breathing and her body was trembling under me, I knew she was in pain too.

"I-I-I don't th-think I c-can" I said, swallowing hard. "Maybe we should end the game."

"If we stop now I'm the winner"

"No way!"

"Then right hand yellow!" She shouted impatiently.

"Alright" I said looking right at her face, since it was so close. She was bent backwards and I was hovering over her. I was sure that if moved my hand to the spot she wanted me to, we were both going to end falling. Hell, there was no way I could move without falling, but I wasn't giving up without trying either. I tried to move my hand but as I expected, my body gave up and we both collapsed to the floor. She shrieked and her arms flew to my neck, circling it, pulling me completely down, our cheeks brushing together.

I really tried to put my hands down to not crush her, but my arms were so sore for trying to hold myself up for so long, I didn't have the speed to do it.

I felt her whole body shook violently and I started to freak out since I couldn't see her face, until her strenuous laughter echoed through the basement. I couldn't help but laugh along with her. Her laugh was just so contagious.

We didn't move, we were just lying there, laughing. I pulled back, finally gaining strength in my arms and looked down at her with a smile.

Rachel blushed and looked away from my eyes, though she was still giggling. I felt my face getting hot and I just couldn't keep looking into her face at this distance anymore, so I tried to stand up but she tightened her grip on my neck, pulling me down and crashing our lips together.

At first I was about to push her away because what the hell? Why was she kissing me? Then I thought of how many times I found myself staring at her, especially these past few days and then her tongue over my lips was playing so deliciously, making me remember that there were only three people I ever really enjoyed kissing and she happened to be one of them, even when it only happened that day; and oh god the images.

I pushed up her body and I didn't realize one of my legs was between hers until my thigh pressed against her center. She pulled away from my mouth with a moan and I froze just looking at her, her eyes were closed tightly, and she had her lower lip trapped between her teeth.

I waited until she opened her eyes and I smirked down at her when I saw them even darker. She opened her mouth, I wasn't sure if to speak or breath, but I wasn't about to take the risk and let her screw up this moment with her talking, so I connected our lips again.

She kissed me back eagerly and I smiled against her lips, before whimpering when she pushed her tongue past my lips. Her hands caressed my back up and down, making me push against her one more time. She groaned tangling her hands in my hair, like she was trying to pull me even closer.

I pulled away from her mouth and started to kiss all along her jaw line, really, really enjoying the way she was writhing under me and the little needy noises she was making.

We kept grinding against each other until we heard the front door closing. We froze, our eyes wide and our breathing ragged.

"Rachel, are you home?" Leroy's voice sounded muffled.

"I don't think he would like the idea of me boning his little girl, over one of his family games" I told her. Rachel chuckled pushing me off of her.

"Don't be so crude."

"It's true" I pointed out with a smile, while trying to tame my hair with my hands.

The basement's door opened and Leroy looked between us curiously.

"Hi, dad" Rachel greeted him, standing up and approaching him. Leroy kept his gaze on me -now frowning-, letting Rachel pull him down by the shoulders to kiss his cheek.

I looked away and stood up. His gaze was pretty terrifying. "Good evening, sir"

"Night. Good night, Santana" He told me, his tone serious. "Having fun?" He added, now looking at Rachel.

"Yeah, we were playing twister." Rachel nodded, smiling at him.

"Can we...?" Leroy asked Rachel pointing towards the door.

Rachel looked at me. "I'll be right back."

"Don't worry"

I sighed and picked up the mat, folding it. It seemed like I wasn't going to make a good impression with Mr. black Berry. The way he was looking at me was totally creepy; but oh well, he had his reasons, I mean, he found us both breathing heavily, and all flustered while sitting on the floor. I don't think he considered a twister game to put people in that state, unless he had seen really competitive people playing it.

Rachel came back down a minute later. "He's wondering if you're staying for dinner?"

"I don't think that's a good idea." I chuckled, putting the mat into the box. "And I probably should get going. Alex is so going to hold this against me"

"Alright"

I looked at her and she was looking at me with a faint smile.

"What?"

Rachel shook her head. "Nothing, I'm just thinking that since I won you now have to call me Rachel"

"Since you won?" I chided. "You didn't win, that was-was-"

"Who's whining now?" She laughed making me growl. "If I remember correctly YOU were the one who fell"

"You did, too!"

"Because you were over me!"

"Whatever, Berry" I said annoyed, crossing my arms. This was totally unfair.

"Excuse me, what?" Rachel asked, angling her ear towards me.

"Rachel" I mumbled, rolling my eyes. Rachel had a huge smile on her face, nodding.

"Thanks for whatever this was…" I told her looking up at her through the driver's window.

Rachel shook her head, smiling at me. "No, thank you"

"See you at school?"

Her eyes lit up and she smiled even bigger. "Of course, Santana"

"See you then"

I was really grateful she didn't try to bring the kiss up. At the beginning of the day I was thinking in how much my life sucked, and it wasn't like Rachel magically changed that, but I definitely had fun with her. It was surprising how easy I was finding being with her, and it would suck for it to change because of a meaningless kiss. I was totally willing to stop being a complete bitch to her, or at least try; because as I saw her watching my car from her sidewalk through the rear mirror, I thought of how easy Rachel was making being a nice person to her.

A/N: Happy New Year everyone!

Hope you enjoyed this!

And thanks Lauren for your time =D