A/N: Continuation of the last chapter. Enjoy.

Santana and Rachel were sitting on a plush maroon carpet in their loft, drinking champagne, both clearly in the mood for a celebration. Rachel proposed a toast; a toast to the future and beyond and she clinked her glass with Santana's, both girls taking slow sips and then finally downing their bubblies.

Santana then stared at Rachel, grinning broadly. Rachel frowned. "What? Do I have something on my—"

For the second time that night, Santana cut her off. "I must say, you look crazy beautiful and sexy tonight and I love your makeover. I mean, just… wanky."

"Thanks Santana." Rachel said, and then mumbled to herself, "Not as pretty as you though."

Santana heard that and she touched Rachel's hand. "Stop being insecure, Rachel. You are sexy, hot, and beautiful and what makes you more beautiful is that you have a beautiful, beautiful heart."

Rachel can't help the blush that appeared on her cheeks when Santana said those sweet words. "Thank you, Santana. You just know the right words to say to a girl when she's feeling insecure about herself, huh?"

"I try, I try but that was my best effort and it was worth it."

"Again, thank you Santana."

"Don't mention it, Rachel. So anyways, I was just wondering… if you wanted to play 20 Questions with me?"

Rachel said, "Sure, why not? You start though."

Santana nodded. "Okay. Um, if you were to choose, which one would you choose: Lima or New York?" She started.

Rachel gasped. "Santana, I can't answer that!"

Santana coaxed her to try and answer her question, "Yes, you can Rachel; just try, will you?"

Rachel finally answered, "Fine. I pick Lima because that is where I grew up and met amazing people like you guys."

Santana nodded, smiling. "Aww, that's sweet. Okay, next question. Heels or flats?"

Rachel said, "Heels, definitely. They make me look taller."

Santana teased, "Psh, when have you ever been tall?" At that, Rachel gave the Latina a slight glare and Santana laughed. "Ha ha just kidding. You know you look really cute when you get like that."

Rachel raised an eyebrow at that. "Thanks, I guess…?" The tiny brunette blushed. Was Santana flirting with her?

Santana just smiled. "Okay, third question: who would you consider your BFF in New Directions?"

"Obviously Kurt. He's my best gay and I hope he moves into the city sooner than later. I really miss him."

"More than you miss Finn?" Santana asked, but not really meaning to.

"Santana, I…" Rachel said and again, Santana cut her off. "I know you're not ready, Rachel. Just answer me when you are ready, okay?" She patted her friend's right hand.

Rachel nodded and smiled.

"So the next question goes like this: if you had to pick, what would you pick: Twilight, Harry Potter, or Hunger Games?"

"Twilight, I guess. I'm a fan of Jacob Black and his werewolf pack. I wish he and Bella ended up together instead of with Edward—I'm Team Jacob all the way. I'm not really a fan of sorcerers and witches and also tributes or whatever they are called."

"Well for me, I guess it's a tie between Harry Potter and Hunger Games, for reasons I can't explain." Santana said, pausing for a beat or two, before continuing, "So Rachel, next question is: free coffee forever or free music forever?"

"Free music forever, definitely." Rachel said.

Santana nodded. "I'm with you on there. Next: do you play any musical instruments?"

Rachel simply said, "No."

"Well for me, I played the guitar for a brief amount of time. Okay, next; romantic comedy, musical, comedy, horror, action, or drama?"

Rachel replied, "For me, it's a tie between romantic comedy and musical."

Shaking her head, Santana said, "For me, it's between horror and action."

"Okay next question: The Simpsons, American Dad, or Family Guy?"

"The Simpsons."

"Same. iPhone or BlackBerry?"

"iPhone."

"Agreed."

"Pretty Little Liars or Gossip Girl?"

Rachel didn't get to answer the question as things happened too fast. So fast. One minute, they were playing 20 Questions, and now, Santana was kissing her. Yep, you read that right. Santana Lopez is kissing Rachel Berry. What the hell is happening?!

Rachel surprised herself and Santana as well, as she kissed her back and even deepened the kiss, made it more passionate. Santana pushed Rachel down, slowly on the carpet, her back hitting the soft plush pillows, their lips not untangling from each other. They made out for a few moments and then, it was over. Just like that.

Rachel panted, "San, not that I didn't enjoy that or anything, I really did, but… what just happened here?"

Santana reasoned out, "I'm lonely and I miss Brittany, and I know you're lonely too, missing Finn. It just seemed right at the moment, but wrong at the same time. I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?"

"Nothing, I just… never mind."

"Santana—"

Rachel was cut off again, but this time, it wasn't Santana who cut her off. It was a knock on the door that startled her, and possibly Santana as well.

"Who could be here at this hour?" Santana wondered out loud and Rachel shrugged, smoothing the wrinkles on her clothes, and finally, getting up from the carpet to get the door open.

What or should I say who, shocked her to her core.

She could only manage one word: "Finn?"

All Finn could do was smile at Rachel, until he saw a figure standing up from the maroon carpet, someone with pink lipstick stains all over and that someone also happened to have her clothes wrinkled at the moment. That someone was Santana.

Santana mumbled, "Finn."

Finn couldn't say anything. Most important of all, he didn't know what to feel in that moment. He just stared at Rachel, then at Santana, then back to Rachel, then back to Santana again.

He finally found his voice: "What just happened here?"

A/N: Uh-oh, cliffhanger! :( What's going to happen next? Well, stay tuned. More drama awaits, that's all I can say. Again, did not proofread this so again, sorry for all the grammar and spelling mistakes.