Hello my dears! Here's the new update :) I actually intended to upload it last night, but then my boyfriend came to not watch a movie and oh well…

Anyway, I think you're gonna need a reminder of last chapter. Here:

"So here's what you missed last week: Rachel was talking to Kurt and Santana but she got mad at them so she told them she had to have dinner with her dads but she was actually alone and right before the chapter ended, she texted someone, but we don't know what that was. And that what missed on… Glee!"

Ps: I know you read it with that guy's voice and imagined the cast singing "Glee!" at the end :P

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Glee isn't mine. If it was, there would be a lot more of bitch-slapping and a lot less of Samchel duet rumours…

She was listening to music while laying on her bed, face up, eyes closed and her phone on her stomach, when someone knocked on her door. She sighed and went downstairs. She said hello while she opened the door.

- Hey daddy, papa, I didn't expect you coming so… early? – she ended it up like a question when she opened the door completely, out of surprise – Finn? What are you doing here?

- Hey. – he said quietly, displaying her favorite half smile.

- I'm sorry, hi.

He quickly inspected her from head to toe. She had some yoga pants on, and a big beige sweater. Her hair was up, in a high, loose ponytail, and her bangs were a little messy (all the messiness Rachel Berry could handle). Her chicks were pink, but she wasn't smiling. In fact, she looked like she had been crying.

- I just… The text you sent me. I didn't feel like talking by text. But, I- I'm sorry, I guess I should have asked you first or something. I'll just go, and we can talk some other time…

He started moving towards the street, slowly, when she stopped him.

-Finn. –he looked up at her but said nothing – You're right, I shouldn't have tried to talk via text. Would you… Would you like to come in?

He clearly wasn't expecting that, but he accepted.

-Um, sure…

- Would you like something to eat? Or maybe something to drink?

-I'm okay, thanks Rach. - He saw her smiling a bit in response, and he couldn't help doing the same. He knew she liked the nickname.

They sat down in her couch, their bodies headed to the side so they could face each other.

– Now… Why would you ask if I'm mad at you?

-Because I thought you were… For lying to you. – she answered, looking down.

- Rachel, I told you I wasn't mad… -he said sweetly, trying to move a little closer to her.

- You told me you should be – she said bitterly, and finally looking up at Finn with shiny eyes that broke something inside him.

- I did, and I'm sorry if I couldn't explain myself better. While you were in the middle of such a mess, I was, I don't know, probably picking up Mr. Schue's vests from the dry cleaner's. I feel bad for not being there with you. – he talked to her seriously, but softly - What happened at Mr. Schue's wedding, well, it's a two-people thing, you know? So it's only fair the consequences are faced by two people. Even if one of them is brave and strong enough for both, despite her cute compact size.—he smiled and patted her head, and she smiled too.

-Hey, I'm not compact! – She smacked his arm playfully - You're just too big. Everything must look tiny from up there.

He laughed wholeheartedly now.

-Okay… petite? C'mon, you know I always thought your height is cute.

-Um… okay. You win. – She smiled at him, kind of shyly, and then looked down.

He lifted her chin softly before he talked, to make her look at him.

-Feeling better now? – He asked. He was smiling, but Rachel could see concern in his eyes.

-Yes, thanks…

-Cool… I'm gonna hug you now, ok?

-That's my line.

He laughed a little.

-Ok, I'll give it back to you. Now, c'mere.

Rachel smiled and moved closer to him, so he could reach her body. He grabbed her tightly and she inhaled her smell deeply. And for a tiny moment, she felt like she was at home.

They remained like that for some seconds, until Rachel spoke again, looking up to him with big, questioning eyes.

-Finn?

-Yes?

-Why were you picking Mr. Schuester's vests from the dry cleaner's?

When Kurt came home, he saw flying garments coming from Santana's room, joined to a not-so-lovely-toned Spanish monologue.

He sighed and went to the bathroom, trying to avoid the storm that he felt coming, where he found a cemetery of make-up and towelettes inside the sink. (And maybe some pairs of laced tiny underwear around the floor that he tried to ignore to avoid mental images that could scar him for life).

He went to the kitchen, searching for something to feed Snixx with. He opened the freezer and found an ice-cream sandwich. He made a mental note to thank Rachel for being the one thorough person entitled of groceries. Santana would have eaten his head if he fed her vegan ice-cream or something like that.

He approached the Latina's room quietly, where he could see a similar scenario from the one he found in the bathroom, only in an even bigger scale.

-Tanna. – he said, and when she turned around, he passed her the ice-cream.

She catched it easily and smiled a little, but said nothing. She opened the wrapping and started eating, while slowly calming down.

When Kurt saw she finished, he asked.

-Would you care to explain to me the slaughter that has occurred in this place? I wouldn't care if it was Rachel's wardrobe, it would give us a perfect excuse to replace it, but I actually approve yours, Tanna.

- I'll keep that in mind for further opportunities... I just can't find anything to wear! I have this date with Lucy and I. Don't. Know. What. To. Wear! – she made each of the last words a single sentence and tossed a shirt to the floor on the last one.

-I can't believe I'm saying this, but, have you checked Rachel's clothes? Maybe we can find something usable in there. There must be. Something in between the old-lady-slash-toddler phase and the… - he took a few seconds to think of the right term - let's-wear-shorts-shorter-than-panties phase (to put a nice name to it).

-You mean the slut phase.

-I did not say that…

-Berry's clothes won't fit me, she's too tiny. She must wear Barbie's clothes.

- Oh! Oh! - he said in an enthusiastic tone – I know! I know! We should gooooo… Shopping! – he said in a sing-song high pitch that made Santana groan.

She sighed and rolled her eyes before she answered.

-Ok, we'll go shopping. But I'm the one who chooses, and you the one who gives opinion. Not the other way around. Or I'll have to commit Hummel-cide. Entendido? (1)

-Entendido, auntie Tanna.

-K, let's go.

Santana's dictionary:

(1) Entendido? = Understood?

A/N: Not cliffhangers this week, I was feeling kind.

Thanks for reading! Reviews are love! (that's me encouraging reviewing)

OH! I will be updating a one shot soon (right after I post this, actually) and I would love if you guys could give it a read. Thanks :)