Santana flopped down on Rachel's bed. "Honestly I can't believe how easy that was." She chuckled. "I didn't think that Quinn cared enough about Finn to be jealous."

Rachel smiled. "Maybe you're just a convincing actress?"

"Not as convincing as you. I almost believed that you were interested in that giant." Santana watched as Rachel carefully put her things away. "You aren't are you?"

"No. I'm really not. I..." Rachel looked down with a bit of a blush. Can I really trust her with that now? I mean she's been trying to be nicer in school and she's here now. God it feels like last year was just a bad dream.

Santana frowned at Rachel's hesitance. "Hey, come on Rachel, you can tell me anything."

"Do you remember that one time you kissed me?" Rachel asked rather suddenly.

Santana grinned. "Sure. You don't have a crush on me after one kiss do you? I mean I know I'm amazing but I'm kind of interested in someone else now."

"No!" Rachel responded quickly. "I... to be honest I didn't really think about the possibility of liking girls until that day. I'd never had a recognizable crush on anyone."

"Are you trying to tell me you're gay?"

"No. Maybe? I don't know what I am exactly. I mean how much can one kiss even tell me. And I still find some guys attractive. But recently I find myself thinking more and more about girls... well about one girl."

Santana let out an excited whoop. "Alright!? So who's the lucky girl and what can I do to help?"

Rachel frowned still unsure of whether she should fully trust the girl in front of her. What's the worst that can happen. I'm already humiliated every single day at school. "Quinn."

"Huh?" Santana looked confused then her eyes went wide. "Quinn Fabray? HBIC, president of the celibacy club, wears a cross every day, and not to mention the girl that's hell bent on torturing you? What the hell Rachel?!"

Rachel nodded sadly and flopped down in her desk chair. "I know it's stupid. I don't exactly plan on pursuing her. She's so complex though. Did you know she likes poetry? Art?"

"No. How do you know that? How does that make her complex? and so what if she likes those things that doesn't change the way she's treated you."

Rachel frowned. "You haven't been so great to me either if you'll recall. And as for how I know about the other stuff, we had English together last year. Her eyes were especially bright when we'd have assignments that had to do with poetry. Her eyes are beautiful" she sighed as if she forgot for a moment that she was talking to someone else. "As for art... she carries a sketch pad with her everywhere. Just the other day at lunch she was drawing in it... Stop looking at me like that I KNOW it's stupid. I can't help it." Rachel let out a frustrated groan.

Santana decided it was time to change the subject. "Have you talked to Puck lately?"

"I can't believe he's going by Puck when Noah is such a nice name. And no, the last time we interacted was about a week ago when he threw a slushie in my face." Rachel bit back the tears that were threatening to come out. "I can understand why being on the cheerios is important to you and why you feel like you need to belong to that team. You can definitely get scholarships from that. I heard like 6 of the senior cheerios have scholarships this year and even more are looking at getting one if you win another national championship. But the football team hasn't won a single game. Scouts aren't coming to McKinely for the football team. So why is being popular more important than a friend he's had since elementary school?"

Santana walked over to Rachel and wrapped her arms around the smaller girl. "He's an idiot. I was an idiot too. And honestly I don't deserve the forgiveness you've given me. Maybe we can get him to join glee too. Maybe he'll start to try and earn your forgiveness too and we can go back to being friends."

Rachel sighed and leaned more fully into Santana, taking comfort in the arms that were wrapped around her. "Maybe."

Santana and Rachel sat together silently for a few minutes when they heard the door downstairs open then close. "Rachel are you home?" they heard one of Rachel's dad's call.

"We're upstairs daddy" Rachel responded wiping away the stray few tears that had managed to escape. Santana went back to her spot on Rachel's bed.

"Santana! what a pleasant surprise we haven't seen you in sometime. Will you be joining us for dinner?" Rachel's dad gave a warm smile.

"Hi Leroy. That depends on who's cooking."

"It's my night to cook. So we're ordering out."

"Well in that case absolutely."

"Perfect. what are you girls in the mood for?"

"Chinese" both girls said in prefect unison.

"Chinese it is. The usual?"

"Yes please. Thank you Daddy." Rachel smiled.

"Thanks Leroy." Santana said while nodding. When he walked away Santana frowned at Rachel. "You never told them about the bullying did you? I know you haven't. He wouldn't be happy to see me if you had."

Rachel let out a huff. "What would be the point in worrying them? It's not like they could do anything about it anyway. I don't want to talk about this."

"I'll let it go this time." Santana said holding up her hands. "So what have you been doing without me and Puck to get you into trouble anyway?"

"Well I've started posting videos on Myspace. I have a few very loyal fans. I've also taken up a few dance classes at the community center. While I have master tap and ballroom I still find myself lacking when it comes to more contemporary styles of dancing."

Santana couldn't help the laugh she let out. "That's because dancing isn't about steps it's about feeling the beat. Here, put on a song. Let me show you." Santana stood and waited for Rachel to choose a song.

Rachel finally decided on '4minutes' and Santana grinned as she pulled Rachel out of her seat. "Just follow my lead"

Santana put her hands on Rachel's hips and started dancing with Rachel.

Rachel felt her face warming up the closer her body got to the other girls. After the song ended Rachel took several deep breaths both to cool her face and catch her breath. "Well, that was... enlightening"

Santana smirked. "Are you sure you don't have a crush on me? It was just dancing"

Rachel playfully shoved Santana. "You wish. I think I heard the doorbell lets go get food."

Santana's stomach growled. "Perfect timing I suppose."

Rachel smiled and followed Santana. I really did miss her.