A/N: I forgot to tell you guys that this fanfic kind of follows the story arc of Glee's season 4, only with Pezberry as the central characters. Other characters will appear too, so don't fret. Anyways, in this chapter, Rachel and Santana have moved into their new apartment already and they talk about lots of stuff which you guys will find out later on. I just wanted to say thank you to those who favorited, followed, or reviewed my first story ever; Gleeks are really awesome! :) Thank you for the support! -Ruth

Now, on to the story.

Rachel and Santana were relaxing around their new apartment in Bushwick. It was a nice, quaint, and cozy little shoebox perfect for the two of them. Rent was not a problem, since the girls agreed to split their money for this apartment. Furniture is also not a problem; they already have beds, a couch, and cute little chairs, they also have a TV; and the only things they needed were coffee tables and study desks.

"Isn't this great?" Santana asks.

"This is amazing! This is just perfect!" Rachel couldn't help but squeal.

Santana nodded, with a smile, which was kind of weird, even for her. "Yeah, at least you're not going to share a room with—what's her name again?"

Rachel replied, "Angela."

Santana nods and wastes no time in judging Rachel's former roommate, "Right. At least you're not going to room with that whore anymore."

Rachel reminds her, "Santana, you never really got to know her, so don't judge."

Santana counters, "Hey! Aren't you the one who said she's sleeping with all the guys on your floor?"

Rachel thought about this for a moment, and then nodded. "Yeah, I see your point. But I never really knew her that much, either." Then she added, "Why are you always right?"

"Not always, but, I have my moments."

"Right."

They went to BreadstiX (yes, NYC has a BreadstiX restaurant) for lunch, which was like, heaven for Santana.

"If this was heaven, I'd want God to take me now please," Santana says somewhat dramatically, which made Rachel giggle.

Santana ordered spaghetti Bolognese and Rachel preferred the pasta with meat substitute. Santana took notice of this when they were eating, "I see you're still a vegetarian, huh?" Rachel said, "Yup."

"So anyways, I got a call from Porcelain." Rachel rolls her eyes at that. "Santana, he has a name. Kurt is his name."

Santana smirked, "Right, but I prefer Porcelain. Anyways, I got a call from him saying that they held auditions for glee club last week."

"Oooh, so who's in?"

"A girl named Marley who Por—I mean, Kurt said that this girl Marley, is exactly like you talent-wise, and a guy named Jake, who, from what Kurt told me, is Puckerman's half-brother."

"No way!"

"Yes way."

"Puck has a half-brother?"

"Yep."

"Why didn't he tell us about it all throughout our high school years?"

"Dunno. Maybe Puckerman doesn't even know he has a brother from another mother. Or father. Whatever."

"Ah I see. So, anyone else?"

"Yeah. Remember Wade Adams, the Carmel High sophomore who Kurt and Mercedes met last year?"

"Yeah, what about him?"

"Well, for one, he's gay and second, he transferred to McKinley, and long story short, eventually became a member of New New Directions."

Rachel laughed at that. "New New Directions?"

"Yeah, that's according to Brittany." Santana stifled a giggle at that and Rachel did too, "it's also according to her that Wade-slash-Unique is totally a Mercedes clone." Rachel and Santana shared another laugh.

Santana pointed out, "Brittany also said that they're doing Britney Spears this week."

Rachel said, "Britney 2.0! I'm actually jealous!"

Santana just nodded at Rachel's sentiment.

"So, speaking about Brittany… are you sad that she didn't graduate?" Rachel asks, straight to the point.

"No, actually I'm not sad at all. Because I believe that Brittany is smart and that she can do it. She just lacks determination and focus. What she needs is the willpower of believing in her, believing in herself—believing that she is smart, I mean, and maybe the whole world will start believing that she is smart, too. Just like I do," Santana says.

"Wow such nice, sweet words from a supportive girlfriend." Rachel says and Santana smiles at her friend and takes Rachel's words as a compliment. "I wish Finn was also that supportive of me." A sad smile ghosted her lips as she said that.

Santana was confused and a little curious, so she said, "What do you mean? Berry, I know, hell, we all knew that Frankenteen is very supportive of you. We've all known it a long time ago. Finn's just that kind of guy."

Rachel taunts, "Supportive enough to put me on that train?"

"Look, I know you may not believe me when I say this, but I understand why he put you on that train. He forced you to go here in New York, because all he wanted was for you to follow your dreams, even without him by your side. He believes that you can do it all, and that you can shine bright like the star we all know you are. Most of all, I think he put you on that train because he's got this, generally speaking, idea that he's the one holding you back from your dreams. Maybe seeing you give up your dreams for him was the icing on the cake, which eventually made him surrender and set you free," Santana says, out of breath from all the talking she did. She waited for Rachel's reaction, but she got nothing, so she continued. "God, I wasn't the biggest fan of you guys back in the day, but now I think I turned into a very HUGE supportive Finchel fan."

Rachel's eyes welled up with tears at Santana's kind and thoughtful words. Santana didn't know how to react at that moment, but as if on instinct, she pulled the crying brunette into her arms.

"I've said too much, huh?" Santana asks and Rachel shook her head.

"No, you've s-said exactly what I n-n-needed to hear, so… so t-thank you."

"No problem, Rachel."

Later that night, the two girls were seated on the floor, in the living room, eating Chinese takeout dinner when Santana suddenly blurted: "Do you hate me for what I used to do to you?"

Rachel's eyes widened and she gasped, "What? No! Of course I don't hate you. Why do you think that?"

Santana sighed. "Well, you should hate me. You should totally and absolutely despise me, but you don't. Why is that?" The Latina wonders out loud.

Rachel says, "I don't hate you. You might not believe me, but I really don't. I forgave you a long time ago."

"Yeah and that's what I don't get. Why don't you hate me and why did you forgive me that easily?" Santana wants to know because she's utterly confused right now.

"Because I know that people, even people like you who have fierce personalities, are subject to change. And I don't know… I just, I never gave up on hope that you will change for the better someday, in the near future."

"You have such a big heart, Rachel Berry, and I don't deserve that."

"Santana, if you don't mind me asking, what brought this on?" Rachel asks, curiously.

Santana tells her, "Nothing. I just… I just realized that I want to be a better friend to you, Rachel. I don't want to go back to the way I used to be."

Rachel nods. "Truthfully, I don't see the old Santana with me here in New York. Sure, you still have some of that bitchiness factor with you and you still have some insults at the ready when you feel like using them, but what's different is that they lack the usual snarky touch to them. I see the new Santana with me here in New York. The one who I could totally depend on, ask for advice, and lean on when I need it the most; the one that's quite caring, thoughtful, and protective of her friends; and last but not the least, the one who also has a big heart, who just doesn't realize it yet."

Santana was quiet for a moment, contemplating Rachel's words. "Wow. I don't really know what to say except for a thank you. Thank you for thinking the best of me, Rachel."

Rachel says back almost instantly, "You're welcome, Santana."

Santana replies, "I probably don't deserve it, but it really means a lot coming from you. So again, thank you."

The two girls share a quick hug and Rachel says, "Don't mention it, friend."

"Remember what I said to you after our So Emotional number?" Rachel says and Santana nodded.

"That we only have 42 days left to be friends." Santana says, remembering that day like it happened yesterday.

"Right. And now, we have so much more than 42 days to be friends," Rachel points out.

"Hey you're right! Which is why I'm going to make it up to you. I'm going to make it all up to you." Santana promises.

Rachel shook her head, "You don't have to, but I'd really appreciate the gesture."

"A simple thank you will do," Santana mocks and Rachel rolls her eyes. "Thank you." Santana nods.

"I mean it; I want to be a better friend for/to you, Rachel."

"I know." Rachel says, pausing for a moment, before adding, "I'm really glad you're here with me, Santana."

"I am too, friend, I am too." Santana says, giving Rachel a hug one last time before retreating to their own bedrooms, officially calling it a night.

A/N: So what did you guys think?