Thursday morning Rachel shifted in bed reaching out her hand to find Santana's side of the bed cold and empty. Rolling onto her back, Rachel gave her eyes a minute to adjust to the soft light that had settled in the bedroom. Looking towards the window, Rachel noticed that it was raining. She smiled to herself, a rainy day with nothing to do. She wondered where Santana was, she knew that the chickens needed to be fed, hopefully she had been able to do that before it started raining.

Rachel let her mind wonder to the ring that was still hidden in the barn. Of all places, why did she pick the barn? She wasn't sure but it seemed like a good idea at the time. Now she just had to figure out how she was going to go out there and get it without Santana noticing. She also had to figure out when she was going to propose. Tomorrow was her father and daughter day that Santana had planned for her and Leroy. It was always lovely to spend the day with her dad and she hadn't spent much time with him since she got home.

Sighing Rachel decided she might as well get up, shower and either stay naked or put on lounge clothes. Maybe she should put lounge clothes on, there was no telling who might try and stop by. Santana could always strip her later, Rachel giggled to herself. When Rachel reached the bottom of the stairs she noticed that Dax was stretched out in his bed snoring away. Dahlia was in much the same position in her bed inside her play pen. Well now Rachel really wondered where Santana was, if she was outside both of the dogs would be with her. Was she even home?

"Santana?" Rachel called out, huffing when didn't receive an answer. It was a lazy rainy day and Santana wasn't home to spend it with her. Pouting, Rachel walked into the kitchen to find a note and still fairly warm coffee.

Rachel,

Went to town to grab some breakfast. Didn't feel like cooking or waking you up. Be back soon.

I love you.

Santana

Rachel smiled at the note. Considering the coffee was still fairly warm, Santana hadn't been gone long. She had plenty of time to shower and get dressed before Santana got back. But for the moment she was going to enjoy the coffee Santana had left, which oh yes already had her favorite creamer in it. Baileys Mudslide was like drinking coffee with a drop of heaven in it. This lazy day was looking better and better.

Santana stepped out of McKinley dinner carrying breakfast for two when she almost ran into someone while searching for her keys. She looked up startled. "I'm so sorry, are you okay?" The man was looking at her like he was trying to figure something out about her. Santana huffed, what was up with this dude? "Yo, are you okay?" Her snarky tone broke him out of his stare.

"I'm fine. No harm done." He smiled. It was a little creepy.

Santana raised her eyebrow. She was going to walk away now, this guy just gave her bad vibes. "Well, if you're okay. I am going to go." Santana motioned to the bag that she was holding tighter now for some reason and started towards her Jeep finally locating her keys in her jacket pocket.

"Hey, wait." He called out, causing Santana to turn around and face him. She tightened the grip on her keys, shifting the keys around so that she had a pointy edge if he got to close. There was just something really off about this guy and she was the only one in the parking lot with him. Where in the hell were the other people that lived in this town? "Don't I know you?"

"You don't know me." Santana tilted her head to the side, looking at this man curiously.

"Yeah, you're Santana Lopez." The guy took two steps towards Santana which resulted in Santana taking two steps backwards. She was so close to her Jeep but yet still so far away.

"You know my name, that doesn't mean you know me."

"You're right." He replied, squinting his eyes again at her like he was analyzing her or something. "Have a nice day Santana." There was that smile again. With that smile and the way he said her name, Santana shivered.

"Yeah...you too..."

"Jasper. Jasper McNeal."

Santana started walking backwards towards her Jeep, she wasn't about to turn her back on this guy. She hummed that she had heard his name, but wasn't going to say anything else. She heaved a sigh of relief when she was able to climb into her Jeep and lock the doors. Jasper was still standing on the sidewalk smiling at her. Weird, Santana mumbled to herself as she backed out of her parking space and headed home; checking her mirrors until he was out of sight to make sure he hadn't followed her.

Yes, she is aware that she wrote this dude off as soon as his smile came across as creepy. But it was more than just his smile, it was this feeling she had in her gut that running into him wasn't just an accident. Thousands of people knew her name, she was humble enough to not say millions because that would be a huge stretch. Jasper gave off this I think I know everything vibe, he didn't even have to say anything, body language can say a lot about a person if you know how to read it. So what if she was being paranoid, with everything that had happened to Rachel, she had a right.

Rachel looked up smiling when Santana pulled back up at the cabin. After finishing her coffee she had taken a shower and then took both dogs outside to play since they were getting wound up after having their breakfast. They would both need serious baths since it was still raining. Dahlia was slowly getting the hang of playing catch, soon she would be as good as her big brother.

"Hi babe!" Rachel yelled as Santana made her way across the yard.

"Hi love." Santana replied as she stepped up onto the porch and gave Rachel a kiss.

Santana laughed as Dax made his way up onto the porch, Dahlia following as quickly as she could. "These two are going straight to the bathroom to wait for baths when we go in."

"I know I should have just let them use their potty patches, but they were getting antsy too. We can bath them after we eat. Which speaking of." Rachel tried to look into the bag that Santana was carrying. "What all did you get?"

"Well, my lady. I got the works." Santana called over her shoulder as she went into the cabin, hung up her rain jacket and headed toward the kitchen while Rachel led the dogs into the bathroom. "Breakfast burritos, fruit salad and waffles with a mixed fruit compote."

"Thank you for going to get breakfast." Rachel murmured as she wrapped her arms around Santana from behind and kissed her on the shoulder.

"You're welcome. I would have been home sooner, but I literally ran into this guy when I was coming out of the diner." Santana shivered again just thinking about him. Maybe it was the dampness of her shirt causing it or maybe it really was him.

"Was you hurt or him?" Rachel asked as she sat down at the island and watched Santana unpack all the breakfast items. She eyed one of the breakfast burritos, she was starving.

"No, we were both fine. He just seemed a little odd, told me he knew me. His name was Jake...Josh...no it was Jasper." Santana shrugged her shoulders as she divided up the breakfast onto two plates.

"Jasper McNeal?" Rachel questioned.

"Yeah, that's it. He has a super creepy smile. I actually made sure he didn't follow me home or something."

"He's one of the new interns at the studio. I think he's harmless, kind of full of himself maybe and likes to make excuses. But harmless none the less."

Santana stood there for a moment thinking about what Rachel had just said. So she was going to be working with guy for a while. That was..interesting. She would have to keep an eye on this guy herself.

"Well, I don't like him. My gut agrees with me." Santana stood with her hands spayed out on the island counter.

"Gut feelings can be wrong sometimes and you don't like most people. Like I said I think he's harmless. He gave me an odd feeling when I first met him yesterday, but after talking to him a bit before the end of the meeting, I think he's just a weird dude." Rachel had stopped analyzing Jasper and his Uncle in California. There was no way that his Uncle was associated with any of the Porter men. With everything that was going on, she was just being paranoid. It was something she was going to have work on, not everyone she met was associated with the Porter men. That mind set would only driver her crazy. She wasn't going to tell Santana about that part of her gut feeling at first. Santana already worried too much as it is, Rachel didn't feel like she needed to add onto that.

"I don't want you alone with him." Santana said as if she was giving a final verdict.

Rachel sighed and sat her burrito back on her plate. "I will be working with him on and off for the next two months, there will be times that I am alone with him possibly. It will be fine. If he ever makes me feel uncomfortable, I can handle myself."

Santana dropped her head and stared at the counter top. "I know you can handle yourself, that's one of the many things that I love about you. But Rachel you have to admit that sometimes you do give people the benefit of the doubt when they don't deserve it. I'm telling you, my gut doesn't trust this guy for some reason."

"Are you calling me naive or gullible?" Rachel narrowed her eyes at Santana with a scowl.

Going over everything that she had just said, Santana tilted her head thinking. "Nope, pretty sure I didn't say you were either one of those things."

"Yeah, you kind of did."

Santana threw her hands up in the air and chuckled dryly. "No, I didn't Rachel." Santana brought her hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose. She didn't need this today, the day before she was going to propose. "I'm just saying, you have a big heart that likes to look for the good in people and that's great, but don't be so quick to write this guy off as harmless. How much do you really know about this guy from meeting him once?"

"I know that he is in law school, but he does music classes on this side to keep his uncle off his back. He really is a good writer. No significant other that I know of yet, he's what you would probably call kind of nerdy a little anit-social. I even pegged him as odd when I fist met him, but I got over that. Do you trust me?"

"What does that have to do with anything? Of course I trust you."

"Then trust me that I know what I am doing. I'm not just listening, I hear what you are saying and I will be careful around him. Look if it will make you feel better, maybe we can talk to Puck about having a work dinner. You can meet him officially and all the other interns. Because if he "wins" this internship and gets the job, he will be around a lot and you need to focus on your work instead of worrying about me all the time."

"Okay, we will do this your way." Santana finally relented. Was Santana happy about relenting? Of course not. But she was proposing tomorrow and she didn't want to fight with Rachel all day today. As soon as she had the chance she was going to research this Jasper McNeal man and find out some stuff about him herself. He wanted her to know his name, otherwise after apologies and making sure each other was fine, they would have went on about their own business. For now, she was going to trust that Rachel could handle this herself.