A/N: Hello everyone! :) Can I just say that i'm overwhelmed by the interest in this story? I'm glad you all like it! I know it's been awhile since i've updated but writer's block can be a bitch sometimes! So I had to kind of get the inspiration back. I know where I want to go with this story, but it's getting there that is the hard part lol...anyways, this chapter was fun to write. Kitty makes me laugh. Don't know why but she does. I think I might use her character in other stories. Future ones. Her and Santana make writing fun, I think. Anyways, enough of my gibberish. Onwards to the story! :):)

I do not own anything other then my own fictional characters!

HOSPITAL

Once we arrive at the hospital, I practically pull a James Bond move out of the vehicle to get away from this chick. I've only known her for like two hours and I already wanted to cut my ears off so I don't have to listen to her.

"Hey, TInkerbell's bitchier cousin!" Kitty yells as she gets out a follows me into the hospital. I roll my eyes as I enter the hospital. What kind of name is that? Kitty quickly steps up in sync with me and looks around the area as we reach the lobby. She starts walking ahead. "We have to go up this way, KFC." She says and I frown as I catch up with her. She's see's my look and shakes her head. "You know, finger lickin' good?"

"Ennufff wif da lezbeen jokss." I manage to get out and she shrugs as we exit through a hallways into a larger area.

"Lesbian jokes are awesome." Kitty says, looking around the room. "Besides, lez be honest..." She pauses, smirking. I huff a breath as best as I can and shoot her an annoyed look. "...you lick them, oops, " She pauses, a smirk on her face, "...I meant, you like them."

"Flukk ou." I say, well, partially say. She raises her eyebrows and chuckles.

"Hello! Doctor!" Kitty shouts, gathering the attention of other people around us. Fuck sakes. I close my eyes, wishing that pain in my nose and the alcohol in my system would go away. "Hey! Dr. Sticks for limbs! Ya, you!" Kitty shouts, pointing at a scared young man who had wide eyes as the blonde woman stalked towards him. I shake my head.

"Excuse me, can I help you?" I hear and my whole body freezes. Oh no. I know this voice. It's the same voice that used to haunt my nightmares, and sometimes, to this day, still does. I gulp and close my eyes, prepareing myself. I slowly turn around and face my biggest tormentor from my High School days.

When I turn to see the Latina, I notice two things right away. One is the fact that the old look of hostility she used to carry around with her, was not there. In its' place was a soft smile and the second thing I noticed is that she got more damn beautiful. I mean, she was always beautiful in school. I could admit that. But now...let's just say that age has done her well.

"Ma noz." I say, pointing to it. She nods and squints for a moment and I almost pray to god that she doesn't recognize me. I glance a little closer at the I.D. clipped to her white jacket. I'm surprised when it reads, 'Dr. Santana Lopez, Third year Resident .' She's a doctor? God...what is the world coming to?

"Rachel...Berry?" She questions, and I sigh, staying silent. Her eyes widen dramatically and she opens her mouth in shock. "Oh my god! It is you! You...and then...you're...not...fat." Santana says, stupidly. I roll my eyes.

"Obbbiosly." I try to say, I point at my again. "Tan ou fis dis?" I ask and she nods.

"Ya...i'm specializing in orthopedics. Come with me." She says, looking slightly nervous. She is about to turn around when she suddenly huffs a breath. "Kitty!" She yells, and I turn briefly to the blonde psycho. "He isn't a scratching post! Stop hissing at him!" She says, and Kitty makes a move to lunge at him, causing him to nearly cry. She chuckles and heads towards the two of us. "What did I tell your crazy ass about harming my interns?" Santana scolds and Kitty shrugs.

"How do you expect them to get a back bone, Dora the explore-her?" Kitty asks, and Santana closes her eyes and pinches her nose.

"Whatever, just...follow me." She says, her tone indicating that she is annoyed. I follow right behind her. This is gonna be damn interesting.

HOSPITAL ROOM

When we reach an empty room, Santana closes the door and points up to a long table like thing that I suppose would be considered a stretcher. I hop up onto it and watch as the latina grabs some things from a cupboard and sets them on a tray.

"So, are you gonna fix this thing or what? I'm exhausted." Kitty says, stretching out on a chair. I glare at her.

"Shut up or get out, unlegally blonde." Santana snaps back. She takes a seat in front of me and her face softens slightly as she examines my nose for a moment. "Alright, this is gonna sting like a bitch, but I have to snap your nose back into place." She explains and my eyes widen. "I don't think it's broken, but it needs to be reset." I gulp and then nod. "Alright..." She places her hands by my nose. "...i'll give it till three and then i'll just do it, ya?" She asks and I nod. "...ok, 1...2..." SNAP! Fuck a mother damn ducker cat...frog. Fuck. I wiggle my nose and although it isn't as painful anymore, it still hurts.

"You said 3!" I growl, wincing at the movement. Santana looks at me, highly amused.

"I lied. Get over it." She says, pulling away from me. She hands me a damp cloth. "Here, you can clean yourself with that." She says, turning to write on a piece of paper. I use the cloth to clean up under my nose. I look down at my shirt and nearly curse when I see that the blood has dripped on it.

"So..." I begin, wiping what I hope to be the last of the blood off my face. "...a bone doctor?" I ask and Santana looks up and just nods. "Hmmmm...thought the only bones you liked were from behind." I say, and I can't help but smirk slightly when Kitty whistles.

"Ohhhhhhh, that's hard...I mean, harsh." Kitty says, on the verge of cackling. Santana glares at me but doesn't say anything which is...odd. "However it is way off key considering you two are like twins...lick-a-likes, if you will." She says and I roll my eyes at her. Until it registers in my mind.

"Wait, you're a lesbian?" I ask, shocked. Well...sort of shocked. Santana looks at me and shrugs.

"If you didn't know that in High School, then you were severely blind." She answers, going back to some paperwork. I chuckle, bitterly.

"Ya, well, it's kind of hard to see through a fuckin' slushy being tossed in your eyes!" I growl, angrily. Santana freezes for a moment and I hear her sigh.

"I sense some tension between the lesbians." Kitty states, looking between the two of us. I shake my head.

"Nope, no tension here." I say, hopping off my seat. "Just a lot of bullshit." I head towards the door and storm out.

I'm so pissed off. I mean, this woman tortured me as kids and she is still the same girl. She insults me, or mocks me and she doesn't even apologize. Fuck. Trish is wrong. People don't change. Well, most don't.

I'm almost out the front of the hospital when I hear my name being called from behind me. I sigh and stop. I turn around so that i'm once again face to face with Santana Lopez. She looks guilty and it almost makes me feel better.

"Look, I know that I was a crappy person, alright?" She starts, running a hand through her hair. "But i've changed, ok? I'm not the scared little kid who used to make fun of you anymore." She states and I shake my head slightly, letting out a bitter chuckle.

"You think that makes up for everything? The fact that you changed?" I question, steeling her with a glare. She goes to open her mouth but I continue. "I've changed too. Except I am better than you. I will always be better than you, and you can't do shit to me anymore. " I say, starting to walk backward, away from her. "You're right, we aren't kids anymore." I say, turning around.

"You...would you just listen?!" She growls, following me as I walk out the door. "Don't walk away from me, Rachel!" She continues to yell but I ignore her. "Chunky Monkey!" She yells and I immediately stop. Oh fuck no. No she didn't. I growl and whirl around angrily. Santana looks slightly taken aback by the words that came out of her mouth, but her expression quickly hardens. "I know you don't understand it, but I have changed." She starts,
"...and you, well you have too."

"I know i've fuckin' changed! I'm hot and fuckin' successful!" I yell, glaring at her with everything that I am. "Sure, you're a doctor, but what else have you got?!" I question, opening my arms wide. "You get to help out a few snotty nosed kids and a couple of people who were too stupid to realize that climbing a tree isn't the best idea in the world?!" I chuckle angrily, as I see her expression soften slightly. I didn't want her to soften. I wanted her to be angry. "I'm famous. I'm living the life i've always wanted!"

"All alone?" Santana questions and it causes me to pause. "You may be successful but I haven't seen you with anyone other than a couple of girls that could pass as hookers." Santana states and although she's right, I wouldn't dare give her the satisfaction of knowing it.

"What you think about my life doesn't fuckin' matter. Your opinion never mattered." I say, scoffing at her. "So what if I like to sleep around with a bunch of girls? Who cares?"

"Quinn would." She says, and I swear I feel my heart stop. "I don't think you realize how much it hurt her when you just up and left without a word." Santana says, and open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. "She may not have realized how you felt about her, but you were her best friend. She depended on you and you blew it."

"I blew it?!" I yell, shaking my head. "I did everything for her! I held her hand when she fell off the cheerleading pyramid and had to get a cast on her arm. I helped her pick out outfits so that she could impress her stupid little boyfriends! I stood by her eventhough I had to listen to the constant torment of her ass of a sister! I did everything for her!" I yell, throwing my hands up in the air. "Everything!"

"You ever think about what she did for you?" Santana asks, and I stop. "She protected you as best as she could from all the bullying. She pushed me into a row of lockers and almost kicked my ass when I threw a slushie in your face softmore year. She nearly got suspended when she heard Tracy Carter call you a fatty in chemistry. Punched the bitch out." Santana says, and I take a shaky breath. I remember that. "She cared about you even when society and school heirarchy gave her every reason not to." She explains, shrugging her shoulders. "Then you left her and it really crushed her."

"Why would you care? You were never really friends with Quinn." I state, angrily. Santana sighs.

"We weren't the best of friends. I didn't agree with who she hung out with, but we were friends and I was there for her when you left, only leaving her a fuckin' message in her yearbook!" Santana yells, and I shut up. I look down at the ground, slightly ashamed.

"Wow, this is like HBO wrapped up in some lesbian gladiator ring!" Kitty's voice rings out and I sigh, closing my eyes. I forgot about her. "I need some damn popcorn." I glare at her.

"Just take me home, would you?" I growl, turning away from Santana and stomping towards Kitty's car. I didn't need to listen to this anymore. I didn't want to listen to this anymore.

"Go ahead and run. It's what you're best at!" Santana says, loud enough for me to hear. "You can't run forever!" I almost stop and say something, but I didn't want to. Especially when her words seem to be hitting home.

RACHEL'S PARENTS HOME

When we reach my dad's place, my old home, I let out a sigh and look up at the building. My nose was still killing me and i'm sure that it is gonna be red and nasty looking tomorrow. Fuckin' Kitty.

"Well, seems you've had quite the evening." Kitty says, turning to look at me. I nearly growl at her. Like, literally growl.

"Ya, no thanks to fuckin' you!" I bark, letting out a huff as I open her door.

"Umm, you didn't fuck me. Therefore I am not the root of your problems." She says, and I open my mouth in disbelief. "Adios biatch!" She says, and I growl and slam her door shut, just as she peels off down the street. Crazy bitch.

I shake my head and walk up the pathway to my fathers' house. I unlock the door, as quietly as I can, and step in, shutting it behind me. I let out a sigh of relief and glance at the clock on the wall. God. I need to get some sleep.

I tiredly kick off my shoes and go to head to the stairs when I see my father, Leroy, sitting on the couch in the livingroom. He's reading a book in the soft glow of light and I can't help but let a small smile peek through. I walk in, just as he looks up.

"What happened, honey?" He asks, his voice full of concern as he eyes the blood on my shirt and my reddend nose. I sigh.

"Just some asshole that pulled out in front of me. Made me hit my face off something. Nothing to worry about." I say, nonchalantly. My dad frowns as my explanation but I ignore it.

"Are you alright? Do you..." He starts but I shake my head.

"No, i'm fine. I was just gonna go to bed." I say, looking around the room for moment. I turn back to him. "You know, i'm a grown woman. You don't have to wait up for me." I say, now standing opposite him. He smiles.

"I know, but to me, you're still my little girl and I like to know that you've gotten home safe." He replies, and I shake my head. I go to walk out of the livingroom but his voice stops me. "You're different Rachelah." He admits, but I don't turn around. "Whenever you're ready, i'll always be here to talk." He says, and I walk out of the room. I don't want to talk to him about how much i've changed over the years. I know.

When I reach upstairs, I barely make it to my bed before I pass out. It had been a long exhausting day.

NEXT MORNING/BERRY HOUSEHOLD

Fuck me with an electric stick. That is the only thing I can think of when I wake up. I don't even open my eyes. I'm too afraid of the damn sunlight streaming into my room. I groan and suddenly I feel as though someone is touching me. Poking would be a better word. I opt to open one eye, to see the intrusion and i'm pretty shocked when I do.

"Hello. Are you dead?"

I look at the tiny blonde girl in front of me with confusion for a moment and although I should probably be scared out of my mind that some strange kid is in my room, staring at me, I can't bring it in myself to care. Either that or i'm too hungover to care. I realize quickly that it was the latter of the two as I move to sit up. I groan and hold my head for a moment.

"No, i'm not dead. Who...who are you?" I manage to ask, my voice slightly hoarse. I wince then as I can feel the pain in my nose. Fuckin' Kitty.

"I'm Savannah Lucy Pierce-Lopez and i'm five. Who are you?" She questions with a smile as she sticks out her hand. My eyes snap to hers and i'm actually shocked. Now that I get a better look at her, I can see that she is a damn clone of Brittany. Like...clone. Mini-Britt. I stare at her for a moment longer before standing up, albeit on shaking legs. I have the sudden urge to throw up.

"Rachel." I answer, noticing that she's frowning slightly. "Look kid, i'm not in the best mood right now, so..." I trail off, hoping that she would get the hint. Nope. She smiles then.

"Oh! I know the bestest thing to cheers you up!" She says, excitedly. I sigh as I head towards the bathroom. The little girl is following right after me, reaching into one of the pockets she has on her dress. She pulls out something as I lean over the sink and stare at my red nose. "Here you go! A ducky bandaid! Momma says they has magic powers to help you feel better!" She says, excitedly, while holding out her hand. I look down at duck bandaid for a moment before plastering on a fake, pathetic smile.

"No thanks, kid. I'm alright." I answer, turning the tap on and rinsing my face off. Hopefully when i'm done, the kid will be gone.

"So, how come your in the Mr. Berrys' house?" She asks, and I sigh. I look up to the ceiling briefly before turning to look at the girl.

"I'm their daugther." I answer, walking past her back into my old room. I grab my cellphone off the dresser and slide the lock button over. I see that Justice has called me twice. Shit. Trish also called me. Fuck. I close my eyes and run a hand through my hair.

"So you are famous, huh?" I hear the little voice ask. I blow out a breath and turn to look at the girl. I nod.

"Ya, i'm famous kid." I answer, looking around the room for my bag. "Look, don't you have to go somewhere? Maybe your moms are looking for you?" I ask, and she shakes her head.

"No, mom knows i'm up here. She told me that I should go wake you up. She said that I should yell at you and jump on the bed but momma said that I should be quiet." She answers and I clench my jaw, knowing exactly who mom was. Fuckin' Lopez.

"Well, why don't you go home and find them?" I ask, continuing to look around for my bag. Once I spot it, I smile and go over to it, riffling through it to find something decent to wear.

"Oh, but they are downstairs." I hear the girl say and I can't help but freeze. Why the hell is Lopez in my house? In my fathers' house, I mean.

"Oh they are, are they?" I question, rhetorically. The little blonde girl smiles brightly and nods. I huff out a small breath and plaster a sickingly sweet smile on my face before turning around to face her. "How about you go downstairs while I get changed? There are some cookies in the jar by the fridge." She nods and practically sprints down the stairs.

As soon as she's out of the room I frown. Fuck sakes. Just when I thought I could ignore the fact that Santana Lopez ever existed, she goes and shows up at my fathers' place. Fuck me. Not only her, but apparently Brittany was down there as well. Just great. As if being in this rinky dink town wasn't punishment enough.

With a sigh I pick out an outfit that consisted of designer jeans and a semi low cut top, I head down the stairs, hoping for this process to be as painless as possible. Honestly, I was still slightly shocked at the fact that Brittany and Santana had a kid. I mean, a kid?!

I sigh and shake my head before heading down the stairs. My head is pounding and I really just want to find this kid at McKinley and get the fuck out of this town. I hit the bottom step and walk towards the kitchen, smiling slightly when I smell coffee. Thank god.

Then I hear it. I freeze instantly and I feel a lump in my throat form. Laughter. Not just any laughter. Her laughter. My heart jumps wildly in my chest. Oh god. I didn't want to see her. I didn't want to run into her. I had tried desperately to forget about her over the years, but she always stuck in the back of my mind. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

This is my moment. My moment to show her that i'm better than I was back then. That i'm hot, successful and that I am somebody that she could love. Somebody that she could be proud of...though, the fact that she's straight might be a problem. Damn.

I blow out a breath and turn my chin up in confidence. No time like the present, Rachel. I start to walk towards the kitchen and enter, leaving my eyes only on the coffee. I'll just pretend I didn't hear her ang-I mean, her voice.

All sounds in the kitchen stop as my eyes stay on the coffee as I come to stand before it. I grab a mug out of the cupboard and pour some in my mug. I take a drink and take a breath before turning around.

"Rachel." I hear her say as my eyes land on hers for the first time in ten years.

I know...cliffhanger. I'm a bitch. However, now the build up for next chapter is gonna be awesome lol next chapter is gonna have some Faberry in it for sure! Also, Savannah is gonna play a part in the story, not a huge part but, she's gonna be there. Anyways, I won't keep you up any longer lol :)

Now, haz some cakez and cookiezzz :):)

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Tasty, aren't they? Hehehe, until next time folks!