Hey, guys. I has been awhile. :) I wanted to let you all know I have a new fic going on, just posted the first chapter. It's also a pezberry story, with some Kurt and Quinn as well. I think it could be fun, if you'd check it out. :) The name is "Burn higher than the sun".

But... as I didn't want this to be just a warning chapter, I thought I could make a short bonus, just to let you know how I think Rachel and Santana went on.

Hope y'all like it. :) I miss this! :(

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13 – Barbra, the new girl

"I'm not so sure that was a good idea, Rach." I say, sighing again.

"A little late for you to say that, don't you think?" Rachel rolls her eyes at me, than squeezes my hand. "It's gonna be ok."

"I'm not so sure. I mean… We are fine, just the two of us, right? I make you happy, don't I?"

"Of course you do!"

"Then why put another girl in the game?"

"We've talked about this. Several times." Rachel sounds a little tired. "We both wanted. Think of it… as an adventure."

"An adventure? Really?" I take a deep breath. "You know what this is, don't you? This is a fucking blind date!"

Rachel giggles.

"You are traumatized."

"Sure am. I have reasons!"

"Look, you haven't been in a blind date for over seven years now. I think you're good."

"Again: not so sure!"

"Again: it's gonna be ok."

"You know, she could be horrible. All… deformed and shit."

"She's not deformed. We've seen pictures of her!"

"She does have a big head!"

"Perfectly proportional!"

"Yeah, like your mouth to your face." I say and Rachel scowls at me.

"You love my mouth."

"I do, but that's not the point."

"What is the point, for God's sake?" Rachel throws her hands in the air. "I'm trying to be patient, because I know how you act all kinds of crazy when you get insecure, but I'm on my limit, Santana. We've talked about this, you wanted. And if she so happens to be deformed, which she won't, nothing will change. I thought you were just as excited to meet her as I am."

"I thought I was too!" I yell, and Rachel shuts up. Dammit, my eyes are all teary again. What's wrong with me?

"So?"

"Well, now we're here and I can't stop thinking: what if she is a bitch? What if she doesn't like me at all?"

"First: you are Queen Bitch. If she's a bitch, she'll respond to you." Rachel says and I can't help but smile.

"Fair enough."

"Second: chances are, she won't be a bitch."

"Right. She's not deformed, she won't be a bitch. What if she likes you better than she likes me, then?"

"What…?!" Rachel narrows her eyes at me. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, it's a real question. Babies are not known by their terrific judgment. Maybe she'll be all impressed by your talent… and you do bake the best cookies."

"Well, I don't think she'll overlook the fact that you're so much taller and ridiculously impressively pretty. And you dance better."

"Yeah, right. As if she won't be amazed by your voice since the first lullaby. We both know you will make a show for her."

Rachel smiles at that.

"God, I can already see you making custom t-shirts for her contests." I sigh.

"Contests?"

"Sure as hell there will be contests; she's yours, after all."

"Maybe that means she'll be a winner." Rachel scoffs.

"Yeah… except for high school, right." I say and she punches me slightly in the arm.

"I don't think she'll have problems in high school, cause you'll probably teach her how to be a bad ass and to curse her bullies in Spanish, and even though I won't approve it and I won't hesitate to scold it to no end."

"You think she'll be a tough chica?"

"I know she will. All you have to do is to be truthful to your feelings and everything is gonna be alright. Just like you did to me."

"Promise?"

"I promise." She holds my left hand and kisses the ring on my finger. "Again."

Then Rachel kiss my lips, long, tenderly. She moans softly in my mouth in that way that's so familiar, and my heart relearns how to beat properly.

"I want to." I whisper when we break apart.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I want to do it with you, because I trust us to do it together."

Rachel gives me a full smile and touches my giant round belly. As usual, the baby in there kicks and responds to her. Then the doctor shows up at the door and I sit up straighter in the hospital bed.

We'll be meeting our new girl soon enough.

And when she's finally in my arms, I'm not afraid anymore.

"I told you she was not deformed." Rachel says, smiling so big the words come out a little tangled.

"She does have your nose, though." I say, touching that little plump pinky nose.

"Don't start this." She warns me and I chuckle.

"Isn't it weird, though? That she is this brand new girl we just met… And we already love her? Isn't it like… suffocating?"

"You have really strange ideas about motherhood, you know?" Rachel sighs and takes Barbra from my arms. She doesn't complain at all, not even a small cry for my sake. To think I shared my food with her for the past nine months.

"I'm still better than your complete lack of experience in the motherhood department."

"I'll have you know my fathers have also been great mothers to me. Their gender doesn't…"

"Oh, please, I just expelled a baby from my body. Don't give me the gender speech." I beg, moaning exaggeratedly as I adjust myself on the bed.

Rachel presses her lips, but changes the subject. I wonder for how long this expelled-a-baby-from-my-body argument will work. I pretty sure hope it will for the next months, because I'm not excited to wake in the middle of the night to change dirty diapers.

"What I mean, is…" Rachel says, her voice sing-songed to keep Barbra calm. "You remember what you told me when we first got together, that when you fell for me, even though you knew me so well, everything about me seemed new?"

"Yeah. It almost drove me crazy."

"Well, I think getting to know Barbra will be just the same." Rachel hands me her again and I get to look at her cute – goddam so cute! – face, and then I'm smiling like a fool.

Rachel just sits by my side, quiet, but I don't have to ask what she means. Barbra is part of us, therefore I'll always love her. And the best thing of all – we'll have a whole life to get to know her again and again and again.

Just as I have been doing with Rachel.

Everyday.