Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

A/N: Here's the last part. Thank you for the support =).

Chapter 2

Another week went by and Santana was starting to worry her older self hadn't showed up yet. The weird feeling she had experienced around Rachel hadn't gone away and she really needed to clear some things up with her future self.

Thankfully, Rachel and Kurt had been busy all week so she was able to have some time alone without finding excuses to avoid them.

After an awful noon shift at the diner, Santana came home determined to just relax for the rest of the day. She was supposed to grab a coffee with a colleague but since she couldn't think of anything other than the 'ghost of her future self', she had decided to cancel and just chill at home.

Unfortunately for her, things didn't go as planned. As soon as she opened the door of the loft, she was welcomed by some loud music and the view of Rachel and Jonathan dancing.

"Oh god, no." Santana exclaimed, shrugging off her jacket and throwing her shoes to the side. The last thing she wanted to see was this dude and his disgusting, hardly hidden crush on Rachel.

"Santana! You're early!" Rachel stopped dancing and looked at her friend. "I thought you had plans for the afternoon?"

"Well you thought wrong." The Latina walked toward the kitchen and opened the cabinet to grab some chocolate candy. "I didn't have the best morning so if you could take your mating dance somewhere else, I would appreciate it."

"I'm sorry to hear that but we were supposed to rehearse for two more hours so we can finish…" The diva trailed off.

The tan girl moved back to the living room. "Isn't it finished yet?"

The brunette put her hair to the side. "Oh, hum, it's a new number."

Santana raised her eyebrow. It looked like they were spending more time together again, not that she cared. She turned around and saw the couch and the coffee table had been pushed to the side so they could dance. "What's that?" She asked as she pointed at the furniture.

"We needed more space so we pushed the furniture to the side." Rachel stepped closer.

The Latina rolled her eyes. "I can see that but you're gonna put it back so I can watch tv and relax, okay?" She threw her food on the coffee table and looked at Jonathan. "Hey, Frodo, give me a hand here." She started pushing the couch.

"But it's not enough space." The diva stepped behind the couch and stopped her.

"And I don't care." The tan girl pushed the couch forcefully, forcing Rachel to stumble backward. "I'm sure you two hobbits can figure out how to dance with the space you have."

"This room is for everyone." The brunette stomped her foot. "Santana!"

"Rachel!" The raven-haired girl said in mocking tone.

"It's okay, Rach," Jonathan jumped in when he noticed the tension. "Let's just rehearse what we can over there."

"See, even Frodo agrees." Santana slumped on the couch.

"My name is Jonathan, not Frodo. I would appreciate if…"

"Seriously? Do I look like I care?" The Latina cut him off before turning her head to the side to look at him. "I have razor blades in my hair, dude, so don't start shit you might regret, capice?" She grabbed the remote and a chocolate bar. "B'sides, it's my place, if you're not happy you can leave." How dare he talk to her? God she hated him and no matter what her future self said, it was not because she was jealous. Besides, she had agreed to rehearse with Rachel a few times and they looked way better together.

Rachel huffed. "You're rude and you're infuriating. I don't even know why I put up with you sometimes."

"Same here, princess, same here." Santana turned the tv on and turned up the sound.

The diva growled and dragged Jonathan to the side of the room.

The apartment quickly turned into a cacophony of sounds and after 15 minutes, Santana was ready to murder someone. She tore her eyes away from the screen and glanced at Rachel. The girl looked so gracious and so focussed, it was almost hypnotic. She grabbed her glass of water and took a sip. She couldn't help but notice the look of contentment the girl had on her face, like she was glowing with joy of doing something she liked. She looked beautiful. Santana choked on her drink as she realised her thought. She coughed and quickly made her way to the bathroom.

She closed the door behind her and splashed some water on her face. "Get a grip, Lopez." She stared at her reflection before looking at the ceiling in hope her future self could hear. "This is all your fault! I was doing fine before you came and now I have all these thoughts and you're just ignoring me!" She shook her head and chuckled humourlessly. "And I'm talking to myself…" She sighed. "Maybe I'm really going crazy."

"I asked myself the same thing about you a few times but I don't think you are right now." Someone said behind her.

Santana jumped with surprise and turned around. She blinked then frowned when she saw Quinn, well an older version of her. "Wh…"

"Yes, yes, I'm Quinn from the future." The blonde rolled her eyes. "You shouldn't make all these faces, you'll have wrinkles soon enough, you don't want to make it worse."

The Latina scoffed. "I see you're as nice as your twin…" She looked at the woman and wondered why she was here. "Wait, why are you here and not me?"

"Santana isn't feeling well." Future Quinn explained. "It looks like the machine gives pretty bad headaches when you're using it too much."

"But I haven't seen her in a while," The tan girl pointed out. "How is that possible?"

The older Quinn snorted. "She's you! Do you really think she wasn't spying on you?" She looked at Santana as if she was a precious little thing. "Anyway, it looks like trying to change the past come with a price…"

"And you stepped in because?"

"First of all, so she could stop whining about it." Future Quinn shook her head. "God, you can be such a pathetic whiny baby sometimes but let me tell you it got worse with the years."

"Hey, if you came here to insult me you…"

"Shhh" The older Quinn cut her off. "As much as I enjoy winning our verbal sparring, I'm not here for that. San was worried about you, well herself." She frowned. "She's right, it's weird. Santana is worry about Santana, but not herself, her younger self…" She mused for a while then cleared her throat. "Anyway, she's starting to forget things…"

"What does that mean?" Santana leaned against the sink.

"It means that, the moments she shared with Rachel, moments where they were getting closer, well, they never happened. Slowly, the memories are disappearing from her mind." Future Quinn developed.

"But how is that possible?" The Latina was more and more confused about the situation.

"Your actions have an impact on the future, it's changing." Older Quinn stated.

"But wasn't that the point?" Santana argued. "I mean, I… my older self came here so I could change the past, or my future, you know what I mean."

Future Quinn nodded. "Yes but change for the better. Right now, it doesn't look like it…"

The tan girl sighed. "So what now?"

"Now you have to ask yourself what you want, what you feel."

Santana puffed some air. "I don't want to feel like there's something just because you put the idea in my head."

"But are you sure of that?" Older Quinn asked.

The Latina looked at the projection confused. "Sure of what?"

Future Quinn rolled her eyes. "Jesus, you're dense sometimes."

"Fuck you!"

"I think there's someone else you'd like to fuck first." Older Quinn smirked.

"F…" The tan girl stopped herself and straightened her position. "You're lucky I can't slap you. Do you have a point?"

"Are you sure it wasn't there before and all we did was speed up the process?" Future Quinn clarified. "It's been a while now, but I remember coming to visit you here. I think it was a month before your older self came to visit but anyway," Future Quinn waved her hand dismissively as if to say it didn't matter. "You looked so happy. You weren't thinking about Brittany, you weren't even checking girls at the club, you were talking and laughing with Rachel without a care in the world. I remember looking at you two while you were making dinner for us, you looked, I don't know, so in synch, not in a friend way, but in a couple-ish way. I don't even think you realise how touchy feely you were with each other, it was like Kurt and I weren't even here. I didn't look too much into it at the time but it made sense when a few months later you ended up with her."

"Wait, I remember that night!" Santana smiled at the memory. "We… Oh…"

Older Quinn arched her eyebrow. "What?"

"I passed out on Rachel's bed and I…" The Latina stopped and cleared her throat to hide her embarrassment. "…woke up cuddling…" She sighed. "It happened a few times after that too actually…"

The future Quinn laughed. "And you still believe there's nothing going on?"

"It doesn't mean anything!" The tan girl insisted.

"It means you're in denial." Older Quinn snapped. "Frankly, what more proof do you need? Yes, it's not love at first sight, it's not the romantic encounter in a park with fireworks, it's just you and Rachel, two people who, once away from the school pressure, were able to discover each other and who just clicked. You got so used to having each other around and relying on the other that you realised…"

Santana made a gagging noise. "Seriously, Q?"

"Oh my god, why do I bother?" The future Quinn raised her hands up in frustration.

"Because you're my friend and you love me." The raven-haired girl answered smugly. "And it applies to the past, to the present and clearly, to the future so..." She heard someone turn the music up in the living room and checked her watch. "Fuck, I've been here for a while, they're gonna find it weird." She quickly put her hair in a ponytail to make it look like she was doing something in the bathroom.

"No, wait!"

"I have to head back!" Santana opened the door without looking back and marched toward the living room. As she reached the couch, she heard a loud thud followed by a yelp of pain. She quickly turned around and saw Rachel on the floor. "What happened?" Her eyes went wide as she rushed to her side. "Rachel, are you okay?"

"I... I didn't have a good grip so at the end of the porté, she fell. But I stopped most of her fall!" Jonathan leaned toward Rachel but Santana pushed him out of the way.

"Are you hurt? Is your foot okay?" Santana kneeled down and inspected Rachel's body for injuries as the conversation with her future self flashed in her mind. What if they had messed up with the time continuity or whatever they called it in the articles she read a few days ago? What if Rachel's injury happened sooner because of that? She remembered the pain in her older self's eyes when she told her the story. Suddenly, she felt bad for forcing them to rehearse in the corner with less space for the choreography.

"I'm okay." The diva reassured as she looked at her sore arm.

"You sure?" The Latina took the girl's head in her hands to check she didn't have any cuts. "Your head is okay. Try to stand." She helped the brunette stand but keep her hand around the girl's waist just in case she lost her balance.

Rachel laughed. "Santana, calm down. I appreciate your concern, trust me, I do but I'm not dying."

Jonathan stepped closer. "Yeah, she didn't fall from that high. Beside I…"

"Dude, shut up!" Santana cut him off. "She could have injured herself and it could have ruined her chance to have a career so don't tell me it's okay, alright." She was feeling so angry, half because of him and half because of herself for what happened. It was like, the thought of Rachel blaming her forever if she was hurt and never talking to her again was terrifying her.

"I…" The boy looked a bit frightened by Santana.

"It's okay, Jon." The brunette smiled reassuringly. "I think we've done enough today, you should go home."

"But…" Jonathan tried.

"You heard her, take your shit and leave." The tan girl insisted.

Rachel who was still leaning against the Latina squeezed her side. "Stop it please." She murmured before turning her attention toward her friend. "Jon, I'll see you later, okay?"

"Okay." The man answered downcast. "Get some rest." He grabbed his bag and left.

Santana noticed Rachel rub her arm so she slowly pushed her hand away. She looked at it and saw it was a bit red. "Looks like it's gonna bruise. Just go lay down, I'll get you an ice pack." She walked toward the refrigerator.

"San, I'm fine." The diva insisted.

The Latina sighed. "Could you just go with it for once?" It was like her mind was racing and she couldn't calm down. She needed to make sure Rachel was okay, no matter if the girl kept saying she was. She opened the fridge and grabbed the ice pack.

The brunette grabbed the Latina's hand and forced her to turn around without letting go of her hand. "Are you okay? "

"Yes." The tan girl looked at her confused. "I'm not the one who fell."

"Yet I'm not the one freaking out." Rachel argued gently. She stepped forward and hugged Santana. "I don't know what's happening in your mind right now but I'm okay." She hugged her friend tighter before letting go. "Thank you though."

Santana raised an eyebrow as she handed the ice pack. "For what?"

The diva tip-toed and kissed the Latina's cheek. "For caring." She grabbed the ice pack and made her way toward the bathroom, her touch lingering on Santana's hand.

The raven-haired girl touched her cheek lightly as Rachel walked away. "What was that?"

Later that night, Santana was on couch watching a movie with Rachel cuddled up against her. She had tried to move away a few times but Rachel kept snuggling closer. After a while, she had simply given up trying. She could go to her room but she didn't want to let the girl out of her sight just yet. She hadn't seen how Rachel fell but the bruise on her arm was enough to keep her anxious. She know it was ridiculous and she could tell Rachel was wondering what was up with her but she kept thinking about what she knew about the future. No matter what she felt, Rachel didn't deserve that fate and her future self either. She thought that, even though New-York wasn't always great and she didn't really know what to do with her life, at least in the future, she'd have everything figured out and would be happy. Guess she was wrong about that too.

"Do you want to watch something else?" Rachel questioned, turning slightly to the side so she could see the girl's face.

"What?" Santana asked as the diva's question stopped her musing.

"You're not paying attention to the movie."

The Latina looked at the screen to remind herself what movie was on. "It's not like we haven't seen it a dozen times." She rolled her eyes.

The brunette opened her mouth to answer but her phone chimed at the same time. She frowned and reached for it. "It's Jon."

The tan girl scoffed. "What does he want? I think he's done enough for today."

"He wants to know if I'm okay." The diva typed a quick message back and put her phone away.

The raven-haired girl shook her head. "If he was a better dancer, he wouldn't have to worry about it."

Rachel slapped her friend's arm playfully. "Santana!" She tried to hide her laugh. "He's not that bad and at least he's happy to dance with me, not like some of my classmates."

"Well they suck. I danced with you and you're a pretty okay dance partner." Santana shrugged.

"Santana Lopez, did you just pay me a compliment?" The diva gasped exuberantly.

"What? No!" The Latina denied. "I think you must have hurt you head earlier after all. You're starting to hear things."

"You liar!" The brunette quickly sat on her knees and grinned. "Admit it!"

"No, seriously Berry." Santana shook her head. "Do you want me to call a doctor?"

"Come on, admit it! Admit it or I tickle you!" Rachel threatened with a devilish smile.

"You better…" The tan girl didn't have the time to finish that Rachel lunged forward and started tickling her.

"I swear to god…" The Latina tried to move away as she started giggling. "Berry, stop…."

"You're not going anywhere until you admit it." The diva moved closer to pin Santana against the couch, practically straddling her. "Admit it." She laughed.

The raven-haired girl giggled and flailed. "Never!" She gathered her strength and pushed the diva away, tackling her to the couch. "I said stop." She said out of breath on top of the girl.

Rachel giggled. "Okay, I stop." She smiled while trying to catch a breath. As silence settled into the room, both girls seemed to realise their position and how close their face were to each other.

Santana glanced at Rachel's lips despite herself and she was sure the diva did the same. The thought made her heart race. "I…"

Suddenly, Kurt slammed open the door of the loft, breaking the spell they seemed to be under. Santana pulled away quickly, almost falling from the couch.

"Hey girls, how was your day?" Kurt asked cheerfully

The Latina looked at Rachel who seemed to be too flustered to speak. She cleared her throat and turned her attention toward Kurt. "I was planning on enjoying my afternoon in peace but Berry was rehearsing with the hobbit, so I guess you could say it wasn't a good day. Anyway, I'm tired, I'm going to bed. Goodnight." As she rushed to her room, she heard Kurt ask what crawled up her ass but Rachel quickly changed topic

She fell face first on her bed and growled in her pillow. "What just happened? Could her older self be right? Did she really have some kind of attraction for Rachel? It was ridiculous; they were just getting along more than she thought they would lately, that was all…

The next day, Santana agreed to do a double shift at the diner so she could avoid Rachel. What happened last night was more than she could handle right now and as usual, she decided to avoid the problem, hoping Rachel wouldn't try to discuss it. God, of all people it had to be her, it had to be Miss 'I need to express my feelings to properly function' Berry. She was so screwed.

Thankfully, Rachel wasn't home when Santana came back from work. She hung out with Kurt for a while until he had to leave for Adam's. After he left, she decided to just go to bed since she had a long day.

The Latina was settling in bed when she heard the front door open. A few minutes later, she heard Rachel ask if she could come in.

"Yeah." Santana answered, pulling the cover closer to her chest as the diva pushed the curtain to the side and sat on the corner of the bed.

"Hey…" The brunette said almost shyly.

The Latina suddenly felt nervous. She had a bad feeling about why Rachel wanted to talk to her and she was not ready for this conversation right now. "'Sup?" She tried to act nonchalant.

"I saw Jon today…" The petite girl paused and started fiddling with her hands. "He apologized again for dropping me and he said he's going to take extra dance classes so he can get better…"

"Cool." The tan girl answered, not knowing what else to say. She wasn't in the mood to hear about this douche.

"Yes…"

Santana waited for Rachel to continue but it didn't look the girl was about to say something until she replied something. She sighed, she needed to get this over with. "So? That's it? That's what you wanted to tell me?"

"Yes…" Rachel seemed to hesitate. "No…"

The raven-haired girl rolled her eyes. "Oh my god, Rachel, spit it out."

"Jon asked me on a date." The diva blurted out, barely looking at her friend.

"Oh," Santana knew it was coming since her future self had warned her but she wasn't expecting it to annoy her that much. Since Rachel uncharacteristically wasn't giving more details, she asked. "So what did you say?"

The petite girl looked at Santana before quickly looking back at her lap. "That I needed to think about it …"

The raven-haired girl frowned. That was new. From what she gathered, Rachel went on three dates with the guy before her older self started a fight. Did she change the future again?

"You don't have anything to say?" Rachel spoke again, almost accusatory.

Santana arched her eyebrow; she really didn't like her tone. What did she expect? "You're a grown up, you can do whatever you want. I'm not your keeper, Berry."

"Then why are you mad?" The diva locked eyes her. "You usually use unnecessary anger to hide something else…"

The Latina could see there was so much more behind this comment, like Rachel could feel there was more to the situation but was afraid to call it as it was. She scoffed, trying to rein in her rising panic and anger. Since when could Rachel read her so well? "Fuck you, Rachel." She snapped. "Don't try to play Dr Phill, it was a long day and I'm too tired for your shit."

"So you don't care?" The brunette raised her eyebrow.

"No, I don't."

"You don't care that maybe I like someone else and I don't think it's fair to him to start something." Rachel insisted as she crossed her arms.

The tan girl scowled, why did she keep asking? Was she expecting another answer? This girl was ridiculous. "I don't care about his sorry ass and…" She stopped when she realised what the girl said. "Wait, what did you say?"

The diva sighed. "Nothing, nevermind." She stood up from the bed.

"No wait." The raven-haired girl pushed the cover away and sat up on the bed. Did Rachel really say she liked someone else? She was really confused.

"I'm tired," The brunette announced. "And since 'you're too tired for my crap,' like you said, I'll just leave you alone." She pushed the curtain to the side and without looking at the Latina, she said. "Goodnight, Santana."

Santana fell backwards onto her bed. "Shit, this is getting out of hand..." She might not know how she felt about Rachel, but one thing was sure, she didn't want her to date anyone right now.

The next day, Rachel seemed determined to avoid Santana.

The Latina couldn't believe the diva had asked Kurt for a date night in town and didn't even offer for her to join. It was weird that she wasn't the one doing the avoiding for once… She was pissed to be left out and also kind of hurt, not that she would admit it out loud. When Kurt asked her why she wasn't coming with them, she told him she had better things to do. She knew he didn't believe her but sensing the tension, he finally decided to drop the subject and went out with Rachel.

Since she was alone in the loft, Santana decided to order in and open a bottle of wine. While waiting for a food, she decided to take a bath and relax.

As if her future self had a radar, the woman appeared five minutes after she settled in the bathtub. "Seriously!" Santana exclaimed.

"Am I interrupting?" Older Santana questioned with a raised eyebrow and a smirk on her lips.

"Yes, you could say that." Santana answered annoyed. It was like she couldn't catch a break. "As you can see I'm trying to relax."

Future her snorted. "I think you can masturbate later, we have to talk."

"Hey, I wasn't…"

"Please, I'm you," The future Santana interrupted. "You would have eventually."

Santana scowled. "What do you want?"

"I wanted to know how things are going?"

"Well for once I have news." The bitterness was obvious in Santana's tone. "Rachel's new friend asked her on a date."

"Oh…" Her older self paused, as if she was trying to remember things. "When is she going?" She asked after a moment.

"That's the thing though, she isn't." Santana declared. "At least not yet…"

"What?" Future her looked surprised then hopeful.

"Don't get excited. She tried to talk to me yesterday, but I kind of blew her off." Santana sighed, playing with the bubbles in her bath to not look at the woman in front of her. "I think she likes someone and that's why she doesn't want to date him."

Her future self seemed deep in thought before smiling "It looks like the roles were reversed at some point or something but it think it's good."

"What do you mean?" Santana frowned.

"It sounds like Rachel tried to confess her feelings for you instead of you blurting them out during a fight." The older Santana explained.

Santana scoffed. "That's one of the dumbest things I've heard today."

"You're the dumbest!" Future her snapped. "Why is it so hard for you to believe Rachel is in love with you too?"

"Because! Because…" Santana was trying to come up with something but she couldn't. Since her older self showed up, she had tried to pay attention to how Rachel was with her, and the more she paid attention, the more she noticed the girl was acting quite similar to the way she was around her crushes in the past. Making her food, all the lingering touches and hugs, the constant requests to help her with a dance number or a song even though she didn't need the help, spending most of her free time with her, texting her most of the day or even the blushing… "Oh god…"

"See! I'm always right." Her older self smiled smugly.

"You're me! It should apply to the both of us." Santana pointed out.

"I'm not you, you're me actually, and no, it's doesn't."

"That doesn't make sense!" Santana exclaimed, throwing some water at her older self despite knowing it would pass through her.

Older Santana smirked. "I'm just keeping it real."

"So what now?" Santana grabbed her glass of wine she had brought with her and took a sip. "If my actions changed the course of the events, how can we know what's gonna happen?"

"We don't," Future her admitted. "You just have to embrace it."

"That's the best you have?"

"You're the key here," Her future self reminded her. "Until you're ready to face things, I can't do much…"

Santana sank her body further in the water in despair. "You suck at this guru job!" She closed her eyes.

"And you make an awful protégé." Older Santana answered back. "I should go; you better have some good news when I come back."

"Or what?" Santana asked. When she was met by silence she snapped her eyes open. Her older self was gone. "Great… God, I hate my life…"

For the rest of the week, it didn't go better with Rachel. It was like the girl had made it her mission to ignore her. At least she hadn't seen Jonathan around so it was a small victory. Not that she cared or anything.

The Latina arrived late for her shift at the diner that evening. She had delayed her departure hoping her future self would visit her and helped but nothing happened. After a while, she knew she couldn't wait anymore and left in a hurry.

Santana was cleaning a table after the rush of the night had slowed down when she noticed a few of her colleagues gathered next to the bar were talking and staring at her. She frowned but decided to ignore it. She moved to another table to clean it when she heard some yelling. She turned around and saw Rachel with a pissed look on her face arguing with two other girls.

Since the Latina was nosey, she moved closer and heard one of the girls say something about not being fair for the other girls and it was not because Gunther had a soft spot for them two that they should take advantage of it. Santana didn't know what it was about but it didn't take a scientist to figure out the girls had a problem with her and probably Rachel.

In a second Santana was marching toward them. "…Because she's a good employee, a good friend and a great singer." She heard the diva say.

"Is there a problem?" The tan girl asked with her bitch face on.

The two girls looked away as Rachel turned toward her. "Well it seems these ladies have a problem with you. I overheard they wanted to complain about you being late earlier so I tried to convince them otherwise. Unfortunately," The diva glared at the two girls. "They seem to think you are granted favours because Gunther likes you and if it's not enough, they said I'm hogging the spotlight because I'm your friend and you asked Gunther to let me."

The tan girl blinked then looked at the girls before burst out laughing. "Seriously?"

The brunette frowned. "That wasn't the reaction I expected."

"I'm sorry but that's hilarious." Santana shook her head and turned toward the two girls. "Listen, I get that it must be hard for you to succeed with your porno star face and that awful, awful nasal voice of yours but you can't blame me for your pathetic lives. If you wanna make some complaints, you should go see your parents and sue them for making you look like this. Jealousy isn't always attractive and let's be real, it's definitely not on you. Yes, I was late but I apologized to Gunther, who gave me an earful for it, so no need to rat. So next time you want to talk shit about me, or Rachel, you better think twice because I'll whoop your fat, chubby asses so hard you'll have a good reason to complain to Gunther. Got it?"

The two girls nodded wide eyed and scrambled away.

"And I have more performances because I have more talent in my pinky than you have in your whole body!" Rachel exclaimed angrily.

"Jeez, chill Berry, don't be such a savage." The Latina joked.

The petite girl chuckled. "You're one to talk; you scarred those two girls for life."

The raven-haired girl smirked. "You know how I roll."

"Sadly yes…" Rachel's face suddenly turned sombre. After a while, she cleared her throat. "I should go back to work."

Santana stared at the diva. She looked hurt and sad. She couldn't believe the girl defended her despite what happened. She could have just ignored them or even been a part of the bitch fest but instead, she had jumped into the conversation and torn them a new one. Suddenly, it made her realise that despite their tension, they had always had each other's back. No matter how hard they fought, they had always cared enough to forgive and move on, especially Rachel. She had pushed the girl away many times but Rachel had always stuck around, even more so in the past 6 months. They had come to rely on each other so much and it happened so naturally. It was like she couldn't remember what it was like to not having Rachel around and frankly she didn't want to know what it would be like without her, without their cooking sessions and movie nights, without hearing her laugh, the way her eyes sparkled when she was happy about something, her warm and comforting hugs or god forbid, her lame jokes. It was true; Rachel had made her way into her heart without her noticing and… "Oh no…"

The brunette turned around. "What? Are you okay?"

"I think I'm going to be sick!" Santana rushed to the bathroom and slammed the door, leaning against it while breathing heavily. "Fuck…" She squeezed her eyes shut. "God, I like her too." She banged her head against the door a few times. "I'm fucked." A couple minutes later, she heard a soft knock on the door.

"Santana, are you okay?" Rachel asked from behind the door.

"Yeah, I'm fine." The Latina took a deep breath. "Go back to work; I'll be there in a minute."

"Okay." The diva answered.

Santana listened to the sound of Rachel's footsteps walking away and sighed. She really needed to see her future self. She needed a plan, some advice or whatever, and she needed them now.

Santana had to wait two more days for her wish to be answered and this time her older self didn't appear in the bathroom. Things were still awkward with Rachel but since she was working late tonight, the Latina had decided to watch a movie. She had fallen asleep on the couch half way through and when she re-opened her eyes, she found her future self staring at her. She screamed and fell from the couch. "What the fuck?"

"You know, we can't tell people we're from Lima Heights if you scream like a little girl every time you have a little scare."

"A little scare?" Santana exclaimed in a high pitch voice. "Fuck you! You keep showing up out of nowhere! You have the worst timing ever."

"Oh boohoo, you want a hug, princess?" Her future self sneered.

Santana stood up and glared at her. "God, I can't wait till I don't have to see your face again."

The older Santana quickly turned serious. "Well it might happen sooner than you think…"

"What, why?"

"I think Britt's device is dying or something. We've been trying to make it work for a couple of days now…" Her future self explained. "And my headaches are getting worse so Quinn told me I had to slow down, well, told isn't really the word, she threatened to lock me up somewhere until I get enough rest."

Santana sighed. "So does that mean you won't visit anymore?"

"I don't know, I'm not even sure how many more the machine can take…"

"But you can't leave me in this mess!" Santana insisted, pacing around the living-room.

"Come on, you're me," Older Santana declared. "I'm sure you'll figure it out."

"No," Santana almost shouted. "I never asked for this!"

Her future self frowned. "Did something happen?"

"I think…" Santana stopped pacing and looked at her future self. "Dios mio…" She growled before blurting out. "I think I have feelings for Rachel."

Future her blinked. "Seriously?" She smiled. "Fine fuckin finally! You have to tell her."

"I can't…." Santana slouched defeated on the couch.

"Why?"

"Because I just realised it and I'm still confused and oh my god, it's Rachel and…I'm not ready, okay…"

Older Santana shrugged. "Are we ever?"

"Since when are you fucking Buddha?!" Santana scowled annoyed.

Her future self sighed. "I didn't want to use this because it's so lame and so Rachel and gay that you'll want to barf but you don't give me another choice so here it is." She took a deep breath. "If you love someone, you tell them. Even if you're scared that it's not the right thing. Even if you're scared that it'll cause problems. Even if you're scared that it will burn your life to the ground, you say it, and you say it loud and you go from there."

Santana snorted. "Are you serious?! Are you really quoting me Grey's anatomy right now?"

"Don't pretend we didn't cry when we watched that part but anyway, it's not the point. In the end, it's true and you know that." Older Santana stated. "I regret leaving Rachel, I regret not fighting for her and letting my fears dictate my life instead of trying to communicate. I don't want us to be unhappy because we were too stubborn and immature to face the situation."

Santana stayed silent for a moment, deep in thoughts. "What if despite everything, I fail? What if I we're starting something and later down the road, I still freak out?

"Then you'll just have to remember my warning."

"As if it was that simple…" Santana scoffed. She couldn't believe how much she had changed in the future and yet, how much she was still the same.

"I know it's hard but you just have to trust her. It was only when it was too late that I realised she was good for me, I mean, for us and our heart would have been safe with her if we hadn't broken hers…" Her future self's projection started wavering.

"What's happening?" Santana questioned worried, jumping on her feet.

"There's a problem with the machine." Future her said hurriedly as she started to fade away. "I'll try to come back but if I can't see you again, please don't make the same mistake I did, don't let her go. I promise you, things will get better soon, hold on…"

"No wait!" Santana called but her future self was gone. "How do I tell her?" She murmured as she stared at the place her older self had been.

After freaking out for almost 30 minutes, Santana decided to get her shit together and just blurt things out just like her future self did. It was late and she was too exhausted to prepare a romantic atmosphere. After all, if Rachel liked her too, she would accept her like she was. They could have a nice date later on.

The Latina grabbed her phone and texted Rachel to ask her when she would be home. The diva answered quickly that she was on her way. "Good!" She said out loud before going to the bathroom to make herself more presentable. She might not have the time to light candles and all that crap but she still had the time to change into nicer clothes and do her makeup.

Half an hour later, Rachel was finally home and Santana was waiting for her on the couch.

"Hey…" The diva put away her stuff and approached tiredly. "You waited for me?"

"Yeah, I wanted to talk…" The Latina stood up and nervously smoothed her skinny jeans.

"Oh, okay." The brunette answered warily. "What do you want to talk about?" She sat on the couch and rested her hands on her lap.

"About what happened between us lately…" The tan girl sat back next to Rachel. She cleared her throat. "I've been thinking about it a lot and I realised we can't continue like this, at least I don't want to…"

"What do you mean?" The petite girl crinkled her nose in confusion. "You…" She seemed to hesitate. "You don't want us to be friends anymore?"

"Not really." Santana saw the flash of hurt in Rachel's eyes and rushed to add. "I mean I want to but with an upgrade."

Rachel frowned deeply. "I don't understand."

"God…" The raven-haired girl sighed, running her hand through her hair. "I'm bad at this…"

"I'm really confused right now." The diva announced. "I know we've been fighting a lot lately but…"

"Wait, don't talk!" The tan girl cut her off. "Let me just get this off my chest and then you can say as much as you want, okay?"

The brunette seemed to analyse the Latina for a while before nodding. "Okay, go ahead."

Santana wiggled nervously before taking a deep breath. "The weirdest things happened to me about a month and half ago. I really thought I was losing it and frankly I'm not completely sure it's not still the case but anyway. I met someone and somehow, they made me realise stuff."

"I didn't know you met someone."

"Rachel, shush." The Latina almost pleaded, afraid she'd lose the courage to speak if the conversation lasted longer.

Rachel pinched her lips. "Sorry." She motioned for the girl to continue.

The tan girl sighed again. "So after they pointed out some things, I started paying attention and I figured out that maybe we wanted the same thing, so hum…" She started wiggling her hands anxiously. "Maybe, I mean…"

"Santana," The petite girl held out her hand to stop the girl. "I'm sorry to interrupt but I don't understand a word you're saying."

"Oh for god's sake," The raven-haired girl exclaimed frustrated before blurting out. "I have feelings for you! There, was that clear enough?"

"Oh…" The diva looked like she was trying to process the news.

Uncomfortable with the silence, Santana continued. "So if you feel the same…" She scratched behind her ear. "I mean, maybe we should." She was interrupted by Rachel's soft lips on her. After getting over the surprise, she quickly kissed the diva back. When they pulled away out of breath, she smiled hopefully. "So?"

"I have feelings for you for a while now…" The brunette confessed. "And I was trying to tell you but you can be so infuriating sometimes and I…"

This time, it was Santana who cut Rachel off with a kiss. Their kisses felt amazing and the Latina didn't want to stop…

A year later …

Rachel and Santana were cuddling on the couch while watching a movie. When the commercial break started, the diva spoke. "So, Kurt is thinking about moving in with Adam."

"Yeah?" Santana answered absentmindedly as she watched a commercial on a new perfume.

"Yes so I thought, maybe we could redecorate the loft and make it our home." The diva bit her lips. "You know, just for us, as a couple."

The Latina tore her eyes away from the screen and looked at her girlfriend. "Yeah, why not, that could be nice." She smiled. "You don't want to find another place?"

"No. I think we're good here." The brunette declared, snuggling closer. "Maybe in a couple of years when we both have careers, we could search for a bigger place."

"Bigger place?" The tan girl started playing with the diva's hair. It was weird to talk about the future with Rachel. They loved each other but it was still weird sometime to think that all the things they had been through together had brought them here.

"Mmm mmhh." The petite girl hummed in confirmation. "I'm not talking about a house in a suburb, I mean, we're not there yet but something more chic."

Santana stopped playing with her girlfriend's hair and pulled away slightly to look at her. "House in the suburbs?" She hadn't pegged Rachel for a suburban girl, she guessed she still had things to discover about her, not that she minded.

Rachel frowned. "Yes, what's wrong with that?"

"Why would you want to live in the suburbs?"

"I think it's a nice place to live when you're older you know, to start a family." The diva explained.

"Wait, you want kids?" The Latina straightened her position; this conversation wasn't going where she thought it would and she didn't know if she should be worried about it or not.

"Of course!" The brunette crinkled her nose before raising a questioning eyebrow when she noticed the Latina's face. "You don't want children?"

"I… I don't know, I mean I've never thought about it." The tan girl replied. She knew deep down it was lie but she didn't want to admit the truth. She had thought about it but her fear of not finding anyone who would ever love her and who would want to build a family with her somehow pushed these thoughts away. She suddenly felt overwhelmed. "Why are we talking about this anyway?" Her voice sounded colder than intended.

"We are just talking, sweetie, no need to get defensive." Rachel said calmly when she noticed the change in her girlfriend's behaviour.

"Well let's just worry about how we're going to reorganise the loft right now, okay?" The raven-haired girl stated.

"I was just…" The diva frowned then sighed. "Okay…"

"I need a shower, I won't be too long." Santana stood up and walked toward the bathroom as panic slowly crept through her chest.

"But the movie is about to start again." The brunette looked confused.

"You'll fill me in." The Latina answered before closing the door of the bathroom behind her. She sighed heavily. Why was she panicking? They were just talking about the future and the life they'd like to have. She didn't want to push the girl away just because she was scared.

Suddenly, she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She frowned and reached for it. It was a text from Britt. She hesitated for a moment to open it but decided to do it.

Britt: 'I just showed my new bf one of our favourite episodes of Charmed and he liked the concept of astral projection =). He said it would be cool if it could not only work through space but through time too. Anyway, miss you. Say hey to Rachel ;-).'

Santana laughed and shook her head. "Oh Britt, If only you knew…" She smiled and slowly started to relax. This text was a sign, she had no reason to panic. They were good, sure they weren't perfect, they were bickering and all but they were happy and in love. She knew what could happen if she ever let her insecurities take over and she had sworn to herself and her future self, that she would never let it happen again.

The Latina looked around and it was like she had forgotten why she had come into the bathroom in the first place. She wanted to be with Rachel and hold her. She opened the bathroom door and made her way back to the living room. She smiled as she sat next to Rachel, pulling her closer.

"I thought you needed a shower?" Rachel snuggled against her girlfriend's side.

"Yeah but it can wait," Santana declared. "I need to get my cuddles on."

The diva giggled "You're cute…" She caressed the girl's cheek then pecked her lips.

Santana's heart fluttered at the feel of Rachel's touch. "I love you."

Rachel grinned widely. She kissed Santana softly. "I love you too."