Hey you guys, sorry for not updating so fast as i used to but things are pretty hectic around here. So here's another part and maybe if i still feel up to it i'll write another part. I'm sure you'll be happy to see who has finally graced us with her presence.

R&R please! Enjoy!

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"Can we ever forgive them San?"

A sharp intake of breath.

"I don't know Q. I just know that I want to, oh I want to so desperately."

"I know Sanny, I know."

We must've fallen asleep because the next thing I know I open my eyes to be greeted with the sight of Santana sprawled across my chest, breathing deeply and evenly. There are still mascara streaks on her rosy cheeks and she sniffles quietly in her sleep. My heart aches for her.

I allow myself a moment to indulge in the recent happenings that are screwing with my head. It all starts with Rachel coming by to visit me. She knew I was sick. She got in the house. Of course the latter was easy to explain, I still kept the spare key under the welcome mat just like I used to do at my dorm back in Yale. She must've looked under it and used it to enter the house then. The former question had been answered by Santana. She'd called Britt and apparently both our soul mates were still very much in touch with each other. So obviously Britt had called Rachel to see if she'd heard from me or whatever. It didn't surprise me that Rachel would've gotten it in her head to come search for her herself. Somehow it seemed as if Rachel still cared. And Britt too.

How had it come to this?

The two most caring, gentle hearted people that had ever graced this world with their presence had managed to hurt the two top bitches. Karma sure had a way of getting back at you.

I sigh heavily and breathe harshly through my nose. How do you forgive someone who has betrayed you? How do you learn to trust them again? More concrete, how do you trust yourself to know you can trust them? Her mind had always been biased when it came to Rachel just like San's had been about Britt. Maybe we just held them too high upon that pedestal? Still, they could've found another way to tumble down from it.

I feel how the Latina stirs from sleep in my arms and I watch her quietly with a frown. I don't know what time it is. It's well past morning; the sun is burning on my skin but not unpleasantly so. I realized I had not closed the curtains either.

"Morning."

Her voice is raspy and sounds tired, as if she had no sleep at all. I know how she feels, I wish I could just close my eyes and drift away again. But the memories never allowed me the peace sleep should bring someone.

"Morning."

I know I don't sound all that much better and I look down to watch those chocolate eyes with caramel swirls swimming in them. I can see the emotion carried in them and I kiss the top of her head tenderly. As I feel her arms wrap around me tighter I wish this could be it. I wish we could stay like this forever. I wish I had never bothered with Rach and she never bothered with Britt. We might've saved each other a big deal of heart ache. This right here felt good, safe and familiar. But we had indulged ourselves in being swallowed up by a form of love so dangerously beautiful and so delicately painful. Sometimes I wondered if we just met our soul mates too early on. Relationships formed in High School never really mounted too much. Was it foolish of us to think we could be the statistics exception? To be honest I and Rach never even got to the relationship level. Although San and Britt used to differ. They used to say we were just like them, only not as hot.

"So Q, think you need to tell me what she said to you."

I swallowed the lump in my throat, not sure what to tell her. Did I omit things? Did I censor it? Then again, she would find out eventually. Maybe it was best to hear it from me.

"She was pregnant."

Then again I never was subtle with these things. I blurted things out now, when I was nervous. Ever since I grew from being a cold, bitch like enigma I tried to be honest. Of course honesty meant no gallantry or charm at all. It tended to leave my lips just as I thought of it, blunt but blindingly honest.

"That's why she did it the way she did."

I hear her gasp for breath and wait for her to collect her thoughts. Half an hour later after a lot of squirming and gasping for breath I braced myself for her questions. There was only so much I had gathered of information and I knew only Britt had the answers to all of them.

"So she left because she was scared? She was scared and pregnant and her first instinct was to run away from me?"

I could hear the pain in her voice and ran my hands up her arms.

"She was pregnant S. She was pregnant with his baby. How would she have explained that one?"

I could feel her shaking in my arms and just held on tighter.

"She should've told me. The truth. I would've forgiven her. I think."

"And that angers me San. That's not right. She should've never cheated in the first place!"

"You know Q, me and Britt we weren't nearly half as happy as we pretended to be. The months she cheated we had been fighting so much and the distance it was killing us. I couldn't be there for her the way I used to be and when she came out to LA to dance it just became even harder. I couldn't make it to half her shows. I forgot to call her, I missed Skype dates. I was so caught up in my studies I lost track of what was most important to me. So she sought comfort in someone else's arms. I'm not saying that it makes it right and it certainly doesn't heal any wounds but at least she didn't cheat because she didn't love me anymore. We were just losing each other in the distance."

"You never said that San. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Q. I didn't realize! It was too late when I finally understood how far we'd been drifting apart. She walked out. I lost her."

"Yeah well she didn't know what she let go."

"Thanks Q."

"Not a slightest problem."

"Q?"

"Yeah?"

"Did she... Did she say she missed me?"

I paused; I didn't know if I should tell her. Should I say she didn't and just selfishly keep on doing this? Keep this family intact even though we didn't belong together? We worked and we clicked and we were enough for each other but we weren't soul mates. We could never be.

"Yeah she did. She says she can't function without you."

"Huh."

"San?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you going to leave me?"

She looked at me incredulously.

"No! I would never leave you!"

"But she wants you back San."

Her eyes widened.

"As a friend though Quinn."

"Well yeah but that's kind of normal, you two can't just jump into a relationship again. She's got a kid now. You've got a gap of three years that needs to be talked about."

"Maybe."

"What?"

"Maybe we can be friends. Maybe we can try. But it'll never be enough Q. I can't be just friends with her. And i can't go back. Neither can you and Rachel."

"I know."

"So no I am not leaving you. What we have, it's good Q."

"I know but it's not it."

"but it's enough."

"Since when do we settle?"

"Since they broke us."

I sigh. It's true.

"Q?"

"Yeah?"

"If Rach came up to you, would you take her back?"

"There is no taking back. We were never together."

"But would you try? To work it out?"

"I don't know. I didn't last time."

"When she was here you mean?"

"Yeah. So many things happened or didn't happen with us and now this whole vampire thing. I don't even know what I'm doing half of the time. Add Rachel to that and I have more than I can handle."

"But it's worth it though Q."

"What do you mean?"

"You remember all those little moments don't you? With her?"

"Sure."

"Our entire lives may be spent together contently, we might even have kids and really be happy but these little memories they'll eventually still make us happier than an entire lifetime together."

I quietly thought. It was true, just the idea of spending our futures together still sent tingles up my spine. Rachel would always be it for me.

"Do you ever wish we just.."

"Hadn't realized that they were our other halves? Just have been together from the start? We wouldn't have worked Q."

"How can you SAY that? We work now don't we?"

"Yeah, years and years of being best friends and terrible circumstances led to this. Don't get me wrong, I love you Quinnie but we can only be together because we could never be together with strangers and our soul mates are no longer an option."

I smiled sadly. It was true. We needed them still

"So are you going to call her?"

"Maybe but not yet."

"What if it doesn't work out?"

"Maybe I'll be able to really move on then."

"With someone else?"

"Nah, I'm pretty sure I'll just fall hard for your ass again."

"I do have a nice ass."

"That got a loud howl from her as she rolled over laughing.

I giggled a bit, happy to make light of the conversation. It was much needed.

"I'm going to make breakfast."

"Yeah, imma take a shower cool?"

"Sure Hun."

As she got off the bed and waltzed into the ensuite bathroom I gathered myself and skipped down the stairs. The house was surprisingly empty from a Saturday morning. As I reached the counter I saw a note sticking to the top. Apparently they'd all gone out today to sort out some affairs in the city. I smiled. It would be nice to have the house to ourselves for a day. I smiled and started on the pancakes as I got the bowl filled with batter from the fridge. As I whistled softly I hear a knock on the door. I wondered who it would be; everyone had a key these days didn't they. As San skipped down the stairs I heard the doorbell ringing.

"Hey sweetie, will you please open the door? I'm kind of busy at the moment."

"Yeah yeah, gimme a second this sock ain't doin' what I want it to."

I laughed at her poor attempts to get her right sock on her foot. Almost toppling over she frustrated ran her hand through her hair and headed for the front door since the doorbell had rung at least three times now.

"CALM YO TITS I'M COMING!"

I chuckled to myself as I heard her voice booming through the hallway. I poured another spoon of batter on the pan and concentrated on making a perfect pancake when I heard the door slam and a pale looking Santana came into the kitchen.

"Who was at the door San?"

I looked up from my pan to watch her face change from fear into anger.

"San?"

Her fingers balled into fists she looked at me with fierceness in her eyes and she stormed away again.

"What the HELL do YOU think you're doing here Berry?"

I froze when I heard the name being hissed under her breath. Batter poured into the pan from my dripping spoon as it clanged on the stove. A thousand emotions welled up and I just stood there paralyzed. The burning feeling in my stomach making me light headed, I thought was going to faint.

"Santana? Was it you who slammed the door in my face?"

"Yeah it's me alright hobbit, now answer my question."

"I was here to see Quinn."

"Oh really now?"

I could imagine Santana putting her hands on her hips and staring Rachel down. I actually heard Rach swallow in fear. The stench was still as alluring as it had been when I'd almost drained her. Gathering all my courage I picked the pan up, cleaned it and poured some more batter into it as if nothing happened. Rach didn't know I was a vamp, she had no idea I had heard her. The angry side of me took over and I decided to make it clear how the situation worked now. I almost smiled at my cruel plan. It was time for payback. Of sorts.

"Sanny?! Who's at the door baby?"

I heard the gasp and I could almost see the smirk plastered onto Santana's face. She'd have no problem flaunting our 'arrangement' in Rachel's face I was sure. I hardly know why I found it so important to make it clear to Rachel I wasn't alone; I had someone, more importantly I had San. Not just some casual fling or some girl she didn't know. I was in a serious, loving relationship now. Maybe it wasn't all that meant to be shit but I bet it was ten times better than what Rach had with that giant man-child.

"Oh Quinnie dear, we have a much unexpected visitor."

I could hear the amusement in her smirk.

"We'll let them in San, where are your manners? I'll make some extra pancakes."

I heard extra footsteps stepping into the hall and the front door softly closed. San made her way into the kitchen and grabbed me by the collar before lying one on me, Jade would've been proud of.

"Mmm. What was that for baby?"

"Just a good morning peck Hun. I figured you're gonna need it."

She whispered the last part so that only I could hear.

"San, where is our guest?"

"Hiding."

I lifted my eyebrow up and Santana sighed before calling her out.

"Where you hiding midget? Get your ass in here."

I could hear her melodious voice coming closer as she reprimanded Santana for her verbal abuse.

"I'm not a midget Santana; I thought we were past nicknames?"

She rounded the corner and stopped flush when she took the sight in. I was looking much like a good housewife making breakfast with my beautiful girlfriend in my arms, at whom I was gazing lovingly.

"Yeah well, I thought you were past Finnocence but I guess we can't shake all those bad habits can we?"

If she heard Santana's comment she didn't mention it. She just stood there, rooted to the spot. I lifted my eyes from my girlfriend's face to look at Rachel in mock surprise.

"Why look who we have here?"

Rachel snapped out of her daydreams and approached the kitchen with little, cautious steps.

"Hey Quinn."

I stiffly nodded and San tightened her grip. I had no idea what to say.

"Want some waffles?"

So yeah Rachel Berry is back ladies and gentleman! Don't get too happy though, she's not wanted at the moment and she's going to experience it first hand. Quinna and Santana may be talking about forgiving and trying to work things out but actually doing just that is an entirely different thing! ;) Tell me what you think lovelies!