Today I'll give another round of thanks , ok? Be pacient with me, guys. It's just that at the second chapter, I said anyone could help me write this fic sending me ideas of girls/dates and all. And some of you really did and it was awesome. This eighth girl was PraiseFortheFallen's idea and I thank you infinitely for that. I just loved writing Lena and I hope you enjoy how she ended up as much as I did.

Ellen, Mila - to you, girls, all my love 3

silent12reader - I really appreciate your idea of a really adventure girl, I was totally going for that, but in this final track I needed someone a little more fit. Anyway, it was great you said something about it.

lesmismewicked - You suggested that I used some glee chicks in a few dates. I'm sorry I couldn't follow that idea. I do love the glee girls, but from the beginning my idea was to make up some crazy new original chicks. Thanks anyway.

Julz19 - I thought hard about Taylor, the feminist (this name already sounds so nice!). But I couldn't figure out a way to bring feminism to this fic souding funny, but not sexist or idiot. I'm not that talented, I'm afraid. But thank you so much for this idea.

Last, but not least, I have a notice: my friend and beta, Mila, has an amazing Faberry going on. The name is "Paint me an octave higher" and it's really great. Look up for it, guys, trust me.

Ok, I'll shut up now.

(No, I won't. Just one more thing: I know y'all wanted some latino blood in jew's hands - yes, I'm quoting you, Mila -, but I hope you understand Rachel is far sweeter than that. Don't be mad at me!)

Now I'll go.

XXX

8 – Lena, the anachronistic hippie

"Are you really going out?" I ask as Rachel gets closer to the mirror to check on her eyeliner.

"Of course! I'll give you and your date some privacy."

"You know that's not necessary. I don't even wanna meet this girl. The reason I told her to come over is that I can't get myself out of the house." I say, watching Rach put some pink lipstick on.

Rachel does not look like she's listening to me anymore, although I'm being serious. I cough a little but not even that calls her attention.

"I don't feel very well."

"It's time for you to take your medicines again, isn't it?"

I shrug, but Rachel doesn't see. She's now brushing her hair intently. I don't really know the time to take my medicines. Rachel and Kurt have been taking care of those things for me for the last few days, since I got out of the hospital. I guess if you spend a week hospitalized with pneumonia, your friends stop assuming you're pretending to be sick to call their attention and mercy and start, finally, taking care of you.

"You really don't have to go. The girl is going to take a look at me and run, you know."

"Oh, get over yourself." Rachel says, rolling her eyes at me. "It's a date, she's coming, you might as well enjoy it. Besides..." She smiles fully, holding her hair in a high ponytail. "I'm meeting Georgia."

"Again?"

It's my turn to roll eyes. God, I can't bear to hear this name anymore. The last month was all about this girl. Georgia this, Georgia that. She's a fucking boring bitch, not at all interesting. I don't really know why Rachel is so excited about this chick.

I take a look at the picture frames over Rachel's study desk and sigh heavily. There used to be a picture of me, Rachel and Kurt, right beside the picture of her fathers. Now there's a photo of Rachel half drunk, laughing alongside this Georgia girl. Every time I look at this I have the distinct feeling that they are laughing at me.

This picture was taken in the night they met. The night in the dance club. The night I kissed Rachel in the sidewalk. The night I got in the cab.

I don't know all the details, but it seems like Rachel didn't stand in the sidewalk for long after I left. She entered the club again, met this girl and had a great time the rest of the night. Of course. What else would she do? She wouldn't, for sure, fuck someone else robotically, feel disgusted with herself about it, walk through the city all night long, shivering and about to cry, feeling like crap, afraid to go home to bear the giant anger of her roommate and best friend. No, she wouldn't do any of those things, because Rachel is altogether superior than that.

I, in the other hand, was frightened when I got home the morning after that night. I wish I knew there was no reason for that. Rachel was up, in her cute Bananas in Pyjamas outfit, drinking a whole lot of water to compensate all the alcohol.

"Rachel... about last night..."

"You were drunk, it was a mistake, you're sorry. I know." She said with a quick smile.

I just leaned on the kitchen's counter, feeling exhausted, exasperated, still waiting for her to yell at me.

"You should get some sleep, Santana. You look tired." Rachel added before she left to her room. If I didn't know her, I could think she was being sincere. But I know her. One look in her brown eyes and I could dismiss all of her words. She didn't care a fuck about me in that moment.

I don't have words to say how it felt so much worse than any screaming could ever feel. That's it, though. I was just one more chapter on the Rachel Berry's sexual experiment playbook. Thinking straight, I should be happy about it. I behaved awfully that night and I could have hurt Rachel's feelings. But she was not serious about anything, so she is ok. She is ok.

"Well, I better get going. Lena must be around already."

"Rach, stay." I ask softly. "I'll say hi and bye so fast the girl will think she got the wrong address."

"Don't you do that! Have some consideration for other people, will you?" She says, seeming mad. I didn't mean to make her mad.

"I'm sorry." I whisper.

Rachel looks at me for a moment. I think she knows I'm not referring to the girl I'm about to meet. She knows I'm talking about that night. Even though she doesn't care. Even though it didn't mean a thing to her. Rachel still looks at me for almost a whole minute, and there's something in her eyes. Something that makes me wanna hug her, smell her hair, say again how sorry I am. That I got scared. That I've been feeling too much lately.

But I don't do any of those things and the moment passes me by.

"I see you later. Have fun."

She walks out the door and I take my spot at the couch. My head feels heavy and my limbs just don't wanna move. I'm still coughing like a son of a bitch. And I'm pretty sure the fever is back. Yep, I just agreed to that date because there's no way someone will want to stay more than five minutes beside a person who seems to be carrying the child of ebola and avian flu.

It takes almost two hours for the bell to ring. I have to get out of the couch, so I can already say: this date sucks.

I open the door to an asian girl. She's wearing a very long skirt, a very large blouse, there's a pink bandana around her dark hair, and her eyes are really small.

"Heeeey fox! What's up? I'm Lena."

"You're really late, you know."

"I'm so sorry. It's a pretty cloudy day today and I guide myself by the sun."

"Are you kidding me?"

"No, it's really cloudy. I think it's gonna rain and all."

I stare at her for a moment, but she just smiles back at me.

"You see, I have a fucking bad flu. I'm not sure this date is the best idea."

"What?"

"I'm sick."

"What?"

"I have a flu. I'm sick. I don't feel well."

"What?"

"I'm out of ways to explain this to you."

Lena turns her head a bit, still staring. She's kinda freaking me out.

"Do you wanna come in?" I ask, giving up.

"Sure."

I go back to the couch and she follows me.

"Whoa, you have quite a stash here." Lena says, looking at the front desk, full of my meds.

"Yeah, help yourself."

"Really?"

"No!" God, where Kurt finds all those crazy girls? Before I can actually voice this question, though, I start coughing like hell.

"Try to take a sip." Lena says, touching my lips with a glass. I drink a little water and my lungs calm down for a while.

"Thanks."

"That's cool. So it seems like you have a bad flu, huh." It's my time to stare at her in disbelief, but I don't even try to say a thing about that.

"So, don't you work? I mean, I'm almost dying here so I have a Wednesday afternoon free."

"Sure." She shakes her head. "I work a lot."

"What do you do?"

"I sell my art."

"Where?"

"All over the place, you know... I'm not a tree, no reason to get steady, right? But yeah, I have big plans for next year..."

"Really?"

"Yep. I'll start selling my things... on the beach."

"But there's no beach in New York." I say, blinking my teary eyes.

"Don't be such a buzz killer." Lena touches my face kindly. I don't retract cause my body don't wanna move, but I look seriously at her. "My art will find a way."

"Sure..."

We sit quietly for a moment. I can barely smell anything in the last few weeks, but I'm pretty sure Lena smells like grass. It's not all bad, but I don't think it's intentional either. She has too many green pieces in her hair.

"Can I put on some music on? I have some great stuff in here." Lena opens her big bag and shows me a lot of vinyls. I mean, a lot of them.

"You really carry all this around?"

"Of course, they are my treasure." She takes them out of her bag, showing me the old covers. The Door's, Bob Dylan, The Beatles. It's like the 60's weren't gone, just hidden in Lena's purse. "So, let's have a ball?"

"I don't think so. I have a headache."

"Oh..." Lena looks deeper into her purse and takes another option out. "What about this?"

"Pot? Are you serious?"

"You said you have a headache."

"So what?"

"It's medicinal."

"No, it's not."

"Hmm."

"But who cares?" I ask, and Lena smiles fully.

Yes, I know she's already high. And now I can easily identify the other scent that comes from her. But I really don't care. As she lights up the joint, all I think about is that it is relaxing. Maybe that will help. Maybe it'll light up my head.

I inhale deeply and release the smoke. Lena's close and sucks it all in with an amused smile. Her eyes are so narrow right now that they almost seem like cracks in her round face. I take a breath in again and try to keep the smoke inside a little longer. Seconds later my skin is tickling funny. I was never very good in getting high.

"Are you feeling better?"

"I'm not feeling anything."

"Good..." She smiles, letting her head hang a little. As she does it, I can see a small tattoo in the back of her neck. It's the peace symbol, multicolored. Cute, actually.

"Cute tattoo."

"You too."

"I don't have a tattoo."

"It's cute anyway."

"That doesn't make any sense." I say, but Lena just shrugs and hands me the joint again.

As I release the smoke once more, I start feeling dizzy. I really want Rachel to be here. What is it about this Georgia that makes Rachel so into her? I've been around for so long. Why not me, goddammit? Well, probably because I'm a fucking coward.

"I should have fucked you..."

"Uuuh, easy, girl. We just met."

"What?" I blink a few times. Lena's laughing.

"We'll have time for that."

"Oh..." I shake my head.

Life's such a bitch. When I was in desperate need to get laid, not a girl would come to my bed. Now they are almost making a line just to mess with my head. I finish the joint.

"Lena..."

"Hmmm?"

"Did you ever fall in love?"

"Everyday, dude!"

"What? How so?"

"Life is such a magical thing! This world... So beautiful! I wake up everyday in love with the earth, the sun, the stars, the grass..."

"That's why you carry so much of it in your hair?"

"Maybe."

"You see, I was talking about girls..."

"Yeah! Girls! God's most perfect creation. I love girls."

"Anyone in particular?"

"Oh... There was Alice. She was... a particular one, yes."

"So... What happened?"

"Sometimes you think life's an endless party, and you find out that's just someone's happy hour, you get me?"

"No..."

"It's hard, chick."

"Yeah..." I sigh heavily. "I messed up. With my particular one, I mean. She has another particular one now."

"That's bad, that's rough."

"I know I was bad to her, but she... She doesn't care. She still treats me right. She even returned to buy my favorite cereal. You know, she pretended to forget what it was a few times after that night..."

"I see..."

"And Grease-Tuesday's nights were canceled a lot of times... Rachel wouldn't sit next to me, you know... And I really like coco-choc cereal... But Kurt said she was not mad... And Georgia is not that cute... Anyway, I said I was sorry, I guess. And I got sick, and you know what? She tried to kick me out!"

"She kicked you? That's domestic violence! No, no, no, people. All we need is love!"

"No, she didn't kick me for real. She wanted me to leave the house. Because, you know, she's a singer. And I had this bad virus thing going on... And my throat... I could barely speak."

"You certainly can speak now..."

"Rachel said: I pay you a hotel. Yeah! Like I would leave my house for her to fuck Georgia to oblivion. No way, I said. No way... She was mad. She said it was my fault if she got sick too and couldn't work."

"Bullshit. Art always finds a way..."

"Right? Then shit got serious and I had to go to the hospital, so... She went back to being nice to me again."

"I went to the hospital once."

"Yeah? Why?"

"I went to take a bath and dislocated my shoulder."

"What? How did that happen?"

"Sometimes I get too excited singing in the shower..."

I'm not sure, but I think our conversation is not making much sense. I rest my head on the couch and look at the ceiling for a moment. I hate this fucking flu, but it is a small price to pay to have an almost normal Rachel back. She played cool the morning after that night, but in the rest of the time she was being a little bitch. In such subtle ways that I couldn't even complain.

My thoughts are not clear right now, but I remember a couple nights ago, when I woke up at dawn, burning in fever. I walked to Rachel's room and laid down in bed with her. Rachel opened her eyes and sighed before touching my face delicately. Not a word, she got up and left the room just to come back seconds later with a glass of water and a pill.

"Let's go back to your room now, shall we?"

"Please, Rach. It's cold there, it's warm here."

"Damn, Santana. I'm definitely getting this cold."

"No... You're too hot for that."

"You're delirious."

"You're delicious too."

Rachel laughed lowly and laid by my side. Her skin felt so fresh and good against my own burning body. I slept so well it was like dying for the night. And when I woke up... God, we'll never know how we got there. But Rachel was laying in her back, and I was between her opened legs, my face against her stomach. Rachel's shirt had risen up and my cheek brushed on her bare skin. So warm, so flat, so... sexy. Oh my God, I felt like kissing her stomach all the way up until her breasts, and up again till her mouth. I wanted to wake her up with my tongue crawling through her body.

I was actually about to do that when she opened her eyes and ran out of that position. She acted just like nothing happened. And nothing had happened. But part of my sanity stayed in that bed for good.

"Are you there?" Lena asks and I moan something. "Are you ok?"

"I'm sad..."

"Oh, don't you be like that. Wait up. I have something for you."

"Really?"

I look at Lena again and she shakes her head and blinks one eye at me while looking for something in her bag. I actually love gifts.

"Look, this is for you." She gives me a necklace made out of a brown string and what looks like a seed for a pendant.

I look at it closely. At the back of the seed it's written "Alice, love".

"My name's not Alice." I say and Lena raises an eyebrow.

"What?"

"My name is Santana." I explain, showing her the seed.

"Yeah, that's right. Santana."

"Your ex is Alice, isn't she?"

"She is, yep."

"Did you do this for her?"

"Maybe..."

"I'll keep it anyway." I say and Lena smiles fully. "Help me?" I ask, turning my back at her and pulling my hair out of the way, so she can fasten the necklace.

"Hey, I'm home!" Rachel's voice makes an entrance before she does.

I look up to see her coming in at the exact moment Lena finishes her job with a peck in the back of my neck – which Rachel sees, of course.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I should have called. I didn't mean to interrupt."

"You're not interrupting anything." I say, getting up quickly. Too quickly. I fall back in the couch.

"Jesus! Are you ok?" Rachel runs in my direction, but she stops before she gets to me. Her nose is wrinkled. "What am I smelling?"

"Grass." I answer in a hurry. "Lena loves grass, so she carries a lot of it in her hair."

Rachel's not convinced.

"Oh my God, you're baked."

"Like a cake!" Lena says and laughs.

"Did you really give a joint to a girl that's been coughing her lungs off for the past month? Do you have any idea of how inflamed her throat is?"

"It's medicinal..."

"No, it's not! It's smoke, it'll hurt her vocal cords, and God knows how it'll react with her medicines."

"Rachel, it's ok..."

"Zip your face, Santana. You clearly can't take care of yourself. God, I can't leave you alone for a couple hours! Don't you have anything in mind?"

"Peace, sweetheart." Lena mumbles, uncertain. But Rachel's anger is aiming at me now.

"You drive me crazy. I can't deal with you no more. Could you grow up, please?"

Then she marches down the hallway and I listen as she slams the bathroom door.

"Wow, she's a nature's force."

"Yeah..."

Twenty minutes later I can finally take steps enough to get to the bathroom door. I don't even knock before I open it.

"Santana!" Rachel shouts, a little startled by my entrance. I don't care about that.

Rachel's hair is wet, curled, dropping water in the floor. She's in her panties. Just in her panties. As I walked in, she used her arms to cover her breasts, but her stomach is nude. That's all I can see. The tanned, soft, beautiful skin of Rachel's stomach. She's breathing in so deep that I can see her ribs against her skin. That's so sexy that I feel dizzy. She has such a perfect belly button. I wanna bite all around it.

I don't think as I walk towards her and touch her belly witch my fingers. My middle finger enters Rachel's belly button a little and I moan softly, watching it. Rachel's body is all tense, but she's not moving.

"Santana... what are you doing?"

"I don't know..." I respond honestly.

"Is that Lena girl gone?"

"No, she's in my bed..."

"Jesus!" Rachel takes a step back, her tone changing so fast that my mind can't keep up. "You're unbelievable!"

I'm still trying to figure out what happened when she slams the door again, this time in my face. Did that moment just happen? That pure sexual emotional awesome moment right there? Where did it go?

I drag my feet along untill my room, where Lena is sitting by the edge of the bed.

"Are you sure I can take a nap here? I don't see a bed like this in ages!"

"Sure. Make yourself comfortable." I say, waving at her. "If you need anything, I'll be in Kurt's room, next door."

"Santana..."

"Hi?"

"She's pretty particular, your particular one."

"I know..." I breathe out, Lena smiles and I close the door. "That's just what I love and hate about her."