A/N: So this is my first Glee fic. I had such a mental block with the other fic I'm working on so I needed a distraction. Enjoy :)

Rachel glanced at the clock. It read "9:00" and it was morning. It was fucking morning and Santana was already wallowing in her self-pity mixed with alcohol. Rachel sighed quietly until a piercing shot of pain pounded in her head. It almost made her whimper, but she got out of bed and went into the bathroom to retrieve some Tylenol. She felt a little better after a while, but her stomach still felt queasy. Santana was on the sofa drinking the Chardonnay from her fathers liquor cabinet. Rachel shook her head in shame and started to pick up the bottles all over the floor. She tried to remember what occurred last night.

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After hearing banging on the door downstairs, Rachel quickly put on her robe while banging and slurs rang outside. She stood behind the door, recognizing the banshee as none other than Santana Lopez.

"Berry, just open your fucking door!" Santana yelled, though most of it was slurred. Rachel looked through the peep-hole, still not believing that Santana, one of her tormentors, was at her door.

"Santana, though it is not any of my business of how you obtained that alcohol, it is my duty as a caring friend to ask you why you're consuming alcohol." Rachel said, opening the door for Santana. Santana burst through anyways, squeezing the door against Rachel accidentally. Rachel quirked her eyebrow and closed the door behind her drunk friend. Santana scanned the room and plopped onto the black leather couch.

"Jeez, Berry." Santana huffed as she struggled to get comfortable. "Could you pick a worse choice of furniture?" Rachel sighed and sat in the arm chair across from Santana who was merrily humming an old song.

"Santana, not that I'm absolutely irritated that you show up at my door at midnight, but need I remind you that I have a strict schedule. What with waking up at six, climbing onto my elliptical until six thirty, then jogging-"

"God, Treasure Trail! Do you ever quit bitchin'?" Santana growled at Rachel who instantly snapped her mouth shut. "Thank you. Now I know it's kind of shitty to just pop up at your house, but I had no where else to go."

Rachel looked Santana over and the ends of her lips drooped. "Why couldn't you go over to Brittney's?"

She saw a flash of pain on Santana's face and instantly felt guilt wallow up inside her stomach. She didn't know what to say, so she kept her gaze to her hands, twiddling them in her lap. She kept giving Santana fleeting looks of pity as Santana struggled to keep tears from overflowing.

"T-that's the problem. Brittany doesn't want me anymore." Santana said, her voice cracking. Then she glared at the coffee table, which Rachel thought would burst into flames. Rachel stood up and sat down beside the Latina's feet and flashed a pained smile. Santana arched her eyebrow as to say, "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm trying to engage you in conversation about your...relationship with Brittany, but it seems like you might set my furniture on fire if we talked about it anymore." Rachel looked around, feeling out of place in her own home. She didn't know what would cheer the cheerleader up, as ironic as that sounds.

"Listen, Man-Hands. I didn't come here for your pity. I came here because...well, I already fucking told you! I didn't have anywhere else to go! Brittany and I are fighting. Puck would only try to fuck me. Quinn wouldn't take my side because I'm being irrational. I only have you left!" She spat out in a blur of words. "I only have you to turn to. I only have you..." And then the floodgates opened. Rachel held the weeping mess that is Santana in her arms and quietly shushed her with a "It's going to be okay".

"Santana Maria Lopez, it is okay to cry. It's human. Biologically speaking, it's actually very helpful in relieving stress. Plus, it's good for you pores, and certainly the extra water it provides for your eyes-"

Santana just shook her head and tried to smirk, but it failed and ended up looking like a clown hooker's smile. "God, you really are a freaking book." Rachel beamed at herself, feeling a bit proud that she was able to cheer up Santana quickly.

They sat there for a while, Santana laying in Rachel's lap, and Rachel mindlessly stroking the taller brunette's hair. Rachel glanced down at Santana just as soon as a devilish smile appeared on the girl's face. "Hey Berry...I've got an idea that we can do." Rachel simply stiffened. The smile she saw was one she had never succeeded in forgetting. It was the smile Santana would wear whenever Rachel got slushied. "What's wrong?" Santana asked and Rachel slightly jumped, forgetting Santana was there.

"Oh nothing. Just lost in my thoughts as usual." Rachel laughed to ease the tension. "What did you have in mind?"