This popped into my head while I was taking a shower. Thought it would be fun to write, then it became the longest thing I've ever written on this website.

I was taking a bubble bath the first time she showed up.

I had filled my tub with hot water and berry scented bubbles that liked to overflow over the sides of the tub. I had been in the water for about five minutes with my eyes closed, just listening to the music that played on my ipod when I heard a sniffle. I opened my eyes.

And there she was.

I first thought about how I was naked, but then realized with the mass of bubbles on top of the water that she couldn't see anything.

Her eyes looked bloodshot and they were filled with tears, she had prominent tear tracks going down her rosy cheeks and she was wringing her hands nervously.

She wouldn't look at me.

I opened my mouth to ask her why she was here but then shut it quickly when she reached for her shirt and raised it before taking it off completely. I watched as she folded the shirt before setting on my closed toilet lid. She then leaned down to take off her sweat pants and the sight of them threw me off. I've never seen her in anything but dresses and jeans. She took them off and folded them, placing them on her shirt, before reaching behind her and taking her bra off, she placed it on top of the growing pile. She was now wearing only her underwear when she looked at my face for the first time, I think she was looking at my chin. She blinked a couple of times before she leaned down and took off her underwear and placed them on the pile of clothes before moving closer to the tub.

She leaned down and opened my arms for me before getting in and laying in between my legs. She grabbed my arms which were still in the air and wrapped them around herself. She turned around in my arms so our chests were touching before shifting down so she could lay her head on my collarbones with her arms around my waist. I just watched, silent and wondering how she got into my room. I didn't even want to think about why she was taking a bath with me but I needed to say something.

"I...Why are you her-" She looked up and finally our eyes met, the emotions swirling behind her eyes was prominent stopping my sentence in it's tracks. Her eyes showed confusion, anxiousness, and worry, but mostly they showed how sad she was. She looked down right broken. I bit my lip and tightened my arms with a slight nod, letting her know I wasn't going to talk anymore. I'll just hold her until she wants to talk.

We laid there for about thirty minutes before I noticed how wrinkly our skin became. The bubbles had popped for the most part with only little clumps floating here and there. Her breathing was shallow, but irregular so I knew she was still awake. I moved my right arm down and lightly nudged her up. She looked up at me and i motioned for her to lean up. She got up and sat back on her legs in front of me as i sat up and crossed my legs. I grabbed the damp wash cloth from the side of the tub and got it wet again before raising it to her face. I gently wiped down the tear stains and cleaned her entire face off. Her eyes were still bloodshot but her face was considerably less red and looked more like her regular skin tone. I placed the washcloth on the side of the tub again before leaning forward and reaching behind her to pull the plug on the tub letting all of the water drain out. I leaned back and looked at her face for a couple of seconds before nodding again slightly and getting out of the tub. I grabbed the towel i had laid out and dried myself off before holding it open in my arms and looking at her. She looked up at me and the glanced at the towel before getting up and out of the tub herself. She walked into my open arms and I wrapped the towel around her and dried her off before throwing the towel in the sink and walking into my room expecting her to follow.

I glanced at the clock on the way to my dresser. 10:28 pm. She came late. I opened the top drawer and took out two over sized shirts, an unused pair of underwear and my own new pair. I turned around to see her standing in the doorway to my bathroom, just watching me with those sad eyes as I walked up to her. I handed her the new underwear and the shirt with a raised eyebrow. Kind of my silent way of asking her if she was planning on staying or just bathing and leaving. She looked between me and the offered clothes for a second before she gingerly took the clothes and nodded slightly. I turned around and got dressed giving her some sort of privacy even though no less than an hour ago I basically got a strip tease. Once I was dressed I laid down on my back and looked at her. She was standing at the foot of my bed, wringing her hands again with her eyes darting to everything in the room except for my face. I watched her for a couple of seconds before her eyes finally looked into mine. I opened my arms and her eyes widened slightly before she rushed into my embrace. I wrapped my arms tightly around her as she wrapped her arms around my waist, mirroring the position we had in the tub.

I was expecting the tears, so I just held her as she broke down in my arms. I was saddened by her heart breaking sobs and I wanted nothing more than to stop the sadness for her. I still don't know what made her so sad, but I wanted to be the one to fix it for her. I wanted her to be okay. I turned the light off and held her until her breathing evened out letting me know she was asleep.

The next morning she was gone when I woke up. I noticed the shirt I gave her folded up on my dresser with a note on top. She simply wrote thanks and I smiled at her writing, it was so elegant.

We acted as if nothing happened at school, nothing but passing glances and her sitting next to me in glee let me know she recognized my existence at school.

I can't say I was disappointed.

I really wasn't expecting a drastic change.

The rest of the week went by the same way, she never came back, but we looked at each other in passing more often and she always sat next to me.

When Friday rolled by I was exhausted, the football team was not happy with the falling out of Finn and I and the hockey team realized that the break up meant I was back at the bottom of the food chain.

Long story short I hid the entire day.

That night I was in the shower when she showed up.

I watched movies in my basement and lounged on the comfy couch, eating fruit and letting my body finally relax. I looked at the clock and noticed that there were fifteen minutes until 11 when I realized I needed to take a shower.

I got upstairs, set my ipod up to play Adele and hopped in the shower, I stood under the spray and sighed in relief when I felt the hot water run over my body. I stood there for about a minute until the music suddenly stopped. In hindsight I probably should have been scared, but I was calm. The music started playing again but it was different, I recognized Amy winehouse's sultry voice coming from the speaker with my ipod attached and expelled a little bit of air.

She's here.

I turned around and grabbed a washcloth and squeezed my body wash (berry scented respectively) onto it before putting it back and turning back around and seeing her standing there. She didn't have clothes on again, but my eyes never left hers. We were just gazing into each others eyes as I worked the body wash into a lather and I finally looked down when I felt the soapy bubbled running down my hands and dripping into the tub. She looked down too before she took a step toward me before gently taking the washcloth. She looked up at me and started cleaning me, She wiped the cloth over my chest, keeping her eyes on mine, she kneeled down and started washing my legs before standing up and gently grabbing my right hand and washing my hand and each finger separately then doing the same with my left hand.

Okay, now this was pretty over whelming. Someone that I thought hated me, came to me and she's being so...gentle.

When she finished with that she nudged my shoulder to turn me around, I turned and she started washing my back and legs. When she moved her hands from my body I took it as the cue to wash off so I got under the spray of water and sighed softly again. I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist from behind and I reached my right hand down and intertwined my fingers with hers.

She put her chin on my shoulder and sighed softly.

"Thank you."

I didn't say anything in reply hoping she would keep talking.

"I know you don't know whats going on with me...but thank you for not throwing me out the first time I came here."

How could I. She meant to much to me. Even though she probably wasn't aware of it.

"I'll tell you whatever you want to know. But can we just...like...Can we just be right now? I don't want to ruin this." She said before she nuzzled the side of my neck and face.

I bit my lip and nodded knowing she could feel it.

I felt her move and pull me back slightly before releasing my hand so she could put shampoo in my hair, I sighed in happiness when I felt her nails scratch my scalp lightly massaging my head.

She pushed me back under the spray of water and we got back into our previous positions with the shampoo running down my body and both of our eyes closed. When my hair was washed out I switched our positions so I could return the favor of washing her. When she was cleaned she grabbed my hands and put them around her neck before putting her hands on my waist and pulling me closer to her. Our foreheads were touching and we both closed our eyes again, happy to just be close to each other. A few minutes later we got out, following the process from our bath together a couple of days ago.

After we walked into the bedroom we got out clothes on and laid down, in a different position this time, we both laid on our sides and faced each other, our foreheads touching and our legs intertwined, with her holding my hand in between us.

She sighed before she spoke again.

"I was kicked out of my house the night I came here. My father heard I was gay and came out screaming for me to get out. He didn't give me a chance to explain, he just threw me out and then proceeded to throw all of my stuff out of the window. I've been living in my car and making rounds to take baths, I came to you on that first night though because I wanted you to be the one to comfort me...I don't know what it is but you always make me feel better. Even though I was a royal bitch to you for most of our lives. And for that I am truly sorry by the way."

I looked into her eyes and saw the unshed tears again, I also saw the emotions in them again.

"I forgive you. And you will be moving into the guest bedroom tomorrow."

"I...Rach I can't ask you to do that."

"Good thing you're not asking then right?"

She laughed quietly before she nodded "I guess, yeah."

"Perfect. Now let's go to sleep, I'm quite tired, school was particularly draining today."

"That's going to stop Monday." The conviction in her voice left no room for argument so I didn't reply.

I turned around on the bed and I felt her shift closer before nuzzling her face into my hair and wrapping her arms around me, squeezing tightly as if she was afraid I would leave.

That would never happen.

"I love you Rachel Berry." She whispered.

"And I love you Santana Lopez." I whispered back.

We both fell asleep that night with smiles on our faces and a weight lifted from our shoulders.

I took a count of how many lines each girl had. If i counted right, Santana had seven and Rachel had five.

Lots of silence in this.