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Chapter 7: New Year, New Beginings!

To say Santana was very nervous about the New Years party Rachel was hosting, was an understatement. Even if it was just the glee kids, Santana didn't know how she could handle it. Not only did she have to face Brittany without crying, but she also had to contain herself from beating up Artie, or Finn if he got too cozy with Rachel. The latina had no idea how these feelings developed.

After Christmas, things between Santana and Rachel had been tense. Well, not in the bad kind of way, but there has been more sexual tension and flirting. They would leave lingering touches, snide remarks, sometimes leaving the other person very flustered and very turned on. Sometimes there would be lustful gazes and passionate remarks that would leave them wondering what was going on. One instance definately stuck out:

Santana and Rachel were joking around at the latina's house when Rachel threw a pillow at the taller girl. The said brunette looked over at the diva and smiled.

"Oh it's on!" she screamed and jumped on top of Rachel.

It turned into and hour long pillow fight. Then they went into a few minutes of a tickle fight, and then Santana was being chased around by Rachel in an all out game of tug of war. When Rachel entered the latina's room, Santana paused, not liking where this was going. Exiting the room, the diva had a thong from the latina's underwear drawer.

"Santana Lopez, do your parents know about this?" Rachel said with a mischevious smirk on her face, waving the lacey undergarment around.

Smiling, Santana chased after Rachel. She would lunge, then miss by a thread of space. In all honesty, Santana wasn't even trying because she was having too much fun to let it end. It was the first time in a very long time that the latina had ever let anyone close to her and she sort of... enjoyed it; being able to share your inner most thoughts and feelings with someone, but having your moments of fun and to just let go.

They ran downstairs and back. Rachel stood by the banister pointing to the chandaleir, "What would happen if these ended up on there?" She asked in feigned innocense.

"You wouldn't dare Berry," Santana grinned.

"Wanna bet?"

Just as Rachel was about to throw, Santana rushed forward and nearly shoved the smaller girl over the banister. Rachel dropped the undergarment and turned around. Santana's arms were flaining in front of her as if she had lost her balance. The next thing Rachel knew was the thin, warm, soft, but hard body against hers. She caught Santana around the waist as the latina put her hands on either side of the banister. When they pulled back, both girls froze. They felt something, that same something that has been lingering in the air since Christmas, arise again.

Rachel lightly rubbed circles with her thumbs accross Santana's hips. Unknowingly, they let out a content sigh, slowly closed their eyes, and opened them in synchronous motion. Santana leaned forward and Rachel moved closer, then someones phone vibrated. Santana dropped her head onto Rachel's shoulder and laughed. She wasn't amused, just frustrated beyond belief. So many moments like this had happened, they would get close, but something would break the bubble. What made the latina the most aggrivated was the fact that this time, she actually thought it would work. She knew she was getting closer into Rachel's heart.

Usually Rachel would become awkward and leave to attend to whatever intterupted them, but after a while she would move at a slightly decreased pace. This time, was different. Rachel pushed back Santana and smiled. Standing up on her tip toes, Rachel gave a quick peck onto Santana's cheek and hurried away.

As Rachel brushed by, Santana thought she heard the whispered words, "Soon."

All thoughts in the latina's mind was, This better happen soon. Any more UST and i might just take her the moment we get even a mile close! Santana was really starting to wonder if someone up there had it in for her. Maybe it was her Papi, he always hated Santana for some reason. Maybe it was because she allways got the attention from her abuela that he never got. She shuddered at THAT image.

Never had Santana been more anctious than waiting in Rachel's basement than now. It was a few minutes until everyone arrived, and from her knowledge, everyone was carpulling in Kurt's dad's truck. It was ten o'clock and the latina hears the door open and familiar voices.

"Kurt, while I understand your relationship between you and Blaine, I did not need to be subject to your lip lock show in the backseat of your father's truck. Even Noah looked petrified," Rachel said, causing Santana to smirk.

"Hey! I am all go for girl on girl, just guys... no, just... no," Puck's voice resounded.

"Quinn, I'll take your jacket and hang it up for you, you can go and sit downstairs so you can rest," Sam said.

"No that's okay, I was sitting in the truck for almost an hour, I just want to stretch out my muscles," Quinn replied, and Santana pictured her fluttering her eyes at Sam and blushing.

"Rachel, ugh, are your dads home?" Finn asked. He sounded a little nervous at the thought of the Rachel's dads and Santana tookselfish pleasure knowing that.

"Obviously not Finn, I wouldn't be able to allow Puck to sneak in beer and other alchoholic substances without them gone. I also mentioned that they wouldn't be here when I was talking to you, didn't I?" Rachel's voice sounded sweet, too sweet for it to be sincere. If Finn really listened, he would have heard her annoyance.

"I guess I uh, zoned out," Finn said.

As there voices started to get closer, Santana's heart started to beat faster. If she thought meeting Rachel's family was bad, she was wrong. These were people who kknew just how much she tortured Rachel and they even felt the latina's fierce cruelty more than once. If they said something to her, asked her what happened to her, she might just break, again.

There was a slight pause at the stairs into Rachel's basement when Mike and Puck had to carry Artie down the stairs. The wheelchair boy must have gotten over his hatred of Santana. He just smiled at her and looked very embarrased. Brittany must have explained to him what happened. Santana was also informed a few days before that Artie tried to ask Brittany out again, but she refused.

Next, Mercedes and Tina came down the steps with Kurt, gossiping about god knows what. They always had a new story. Sam and Quinn came down the stairs, or in other words, Sam carried Quinn bridle style down the stairs looking sickenly cute. Next came Finn, who caused Santana to growl for not even waiting to let Rachel through the door first, like a true gentleman should. Finally Rachel, then Brittany, then Lauren entered. The whole glee club was here, just like the last time. It was the same situation except a few different things.

Finn was the first to notice. He got a dopey grin on his face, but made no move to approach her. Turns out that seeing Brittany didn't upset the latina as much as she though it would. She had a hunch as to why, but didn't really want to think about it at the moment.

The glee family all welcomed Santana with open arms, like she never threw an insult or a slushie. Relief flooded through her when she hugged Brittany and didn't feel her heart start to beat faster than normal. Soon, everyone was drinking, singing, talking, and just being. Here, it seemed like no one did any wrong and that they weren't bullied or losers. They were friends, who loved eachother no matter what.

Just as Santana's beer bottle was emptied, another one popped in front of her face. She took it without saying thanks. Looking up to see who was responsible, she was none other face to face with Finn Hudson. He smiled at her and sat down. They didn't really say anything, but anytime Santana's beer ran empty, the boy would have one for her in the blink of an eye. She never noticed that he would get more comfortable each time she downed another drink. After a while, he stroked her arm and started to whisper in her arm.

"Hey, why don't we get out of here and go find something... better to do?" He said.

Shrugging him off, Santana replied, "No thanks."

No matter how many tries to get her in bed, she kept refusing. He seemed to get rougher each time. He would pull her to him and she would just push him away. He would grip her arm and whisper crude comments that really didn't do anything for Santana. She didn't make a big deal about it because she didn't want to ruin anyone's night. It got to the point where Finn was trying to place his lips on any part of the latina he could reach.

"Finn, please, Finn... STOP!" Santana yelled, getting up and grabbing everyone's attention. It was silent, except for the booming music.

Rachel came out of no where and lightly grasped Santana's elbow. When Finn stood up, Rachel pulled Santana behind her, and that seemed to piss Finn off to a major 'Finn-a-Fit'.

"Why are you defending her Rachel? She's just a slut and it's just a matter of time before she and I are in bed, again." Finn said, Rachel wincing at his every tone.

"Just because you are such a prude doesn't mean I have to be one, too. We were over because you can't give it up. I guess it rubbed off on that bitch,too. You two are really friendly nowadays, maybe Santana gayed you up," Rachel felt Santana stiffen and that's when Puck finally decided to speak up.

"Whaoh, dude calm down. Just because Santana says no, that isn't a reason to say those things," Puck said, not daring to approach the angry and somewhat drunk Finn.

"They're all true. You all are thinking it, I just can't help it that I'm calling a dyke for what a dyke is," Finn raised his eyebrow, daring anyone to prove him wrong.

"Aw hell no!" Santana heard Mercedes say.

That seemed to launch everyone into action. Santana broke down in tears, falling to the ground while Rachel comforted her. Sam was holding Puck back from trying to beat the crap out of Finn. Tina was being held back by Mike, who knew an asian girl could bring it more than her boyfriend? Lauren was screaming in Finn's face, she may not like Santana, but no one says that to anyone. Quinn was able to slap Finn across the face that it was heard over the music. After a few minutes, Brittany took Finn and forcefully dragged him out of the basement and upstairs.

Everyone was checking to see if Santana was okay. Rachel noticed how the taller brunette seemed to be very stiff and could tell she was going back behind her walls. Rachel couldn't let that happen. She dragged Santana the side room, telling everyone that they would be out and ot enjoy the party. Closing the door, it seemed quiet, only the base was felt through the floor.

Sniffling, Santana spoke, "He's right Rachel."

"No he's not! What makes you think he is?"

"I'm horrible! To everyone, even the glee club when they were my only family after I quit cherios! I was horrible to you and here you are, acting like it never happened when obviously, it did. How can you forgive me for what I did? I slept with your boyfriend and then embarrased you by announcing it in front of the whol glee club, even told you he bought me dinner after. How can you not remember that?" Santana was in hysterics. Rachel turned and locked the door, she then sat down next to Santana on the bed in the room.

"I didn't forget. But I did forgive," Rachel spoke softly, taking Santana's hand, "An realizing that you were in as much pain as I was all those years, helps me heal. You hurt me, more than ever," Santana winces, not thinking she can take this mental beat down, but takes it anyways, "but you never gave me a reason not to forgive you. Yes you may have done horrible things, but that doesn't mean it was because tou are horrible. You were hurting, and you didn't have anyone to talk to or any way of handling it. So, it's easy to forgive," Rachel blushes and looks down, "especially when it's you."

They shared a moment. Another moment, or maybe it was their twentieth moment, but this one was definately different. A loud noise of cheers resounded from the room next to them.

"Happy New Year Rachel."

"Happy New Year Santana."

Anyone who was watching would have been able to tell the girl's which one leaned in first, but no one was with them. The door was locked, and everyone was stuck in their own worlds. No adults, no phones, no perving mailman (Lets not revisit that terrifying moment shall we?) it was just Rachel and Santana.

When there lips met, it was silent. The type of silence that affects your eardrums as a plain is taking off. You can't hear anything and it feels like your whole head would explode. The pressure is so unreal that you can't imagine what it would feel like to have this feeling go away. Then you hear the resounding pop that speeds up time and everything around you, trying to catch up to itself. You feel a longing but you feel complete all at the same time. This is what Santana and Rachel felt as they kissed.

They deepened thekiss and as soon as tounge met tounge, a spark of electricity pulsed in one another through their bones to their very cores. It seemed as though their very senses were inhanced and were aware of every thing around them, but most importantly, they felt eachother.

Befor it could be prossessed, they were stripped of almost all of thier clothes, except for their undergarments. After a while, Rachel had them on the bed and was turning her attention to Santana's kneck, giving the latina air and time to actually process what they were doing. When she came to this realization, she sat up. Rachel was still going at it though.

"Rach- oh! Rachel," She gently pulled the tiny diva off of her, who pouted. For a moment Santana marveled at how someone doing something so naughty could look so innocent. Pecking the small brunette's lips, shivering because the feeling was still there the second time, Santana pulled the covers over them and held Rachel.

"Not yet, I'm not ready and I'm pretty sure you aren't either. So, for now, just let me hold you, please," Santana said with so much question and vulnerability Rachel calmed and just let Santana hold her.

"Okay," Rachel was getting tired.

They fell asleep that night. For the first time, Santana was the one to hold and protect Rachel. She doesn't know from what exactly, just that she needed to protect her. They would have the unavoidable talk about the elephant that just made itself visible. But for now, they could start the new year in the thought of new beginnings to something even better than before.

AN1: HEY GUYS! SOO SOOO SOOOOOOOO SORRY FOR THE VERY LONG PERIOD OF TIME THAT I HAVE NOT WRITTEN. DON'T WORRY, I PROMISE NOW THAT THERE WILL BE FASTER UPDATES SINCE THE STRESS OF HAVING EXAMS IS NOW GONE. I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS CHAPTER.

AN2: I'M PLANNING ON WRITING A SIDE CHAPTER ON WHAT HAPPENED WHEN BRITTANY TOOK FINN OUTSIDE.

AN3: YES I AM PLANNING ON HAVING THEM BE TOGETHER AND THERE PROBABLY WON'T BE ANYMORE FINN BASHING. WELL, IN THE PRESENT TIME AT LEAST ;)

AQ1: DID THIS CHAPTER LIVE UP TO YOUR EXPECTATIONS?

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANY PART OF GLEE, BUT I CAN STILL MAKE IT AWESOME AND TO THE WAY MY VIEWERS WANT IT... SO BEAT THAT! JUST KIDDING.