A.N. Hi all…this is my first Glee fic so I hope you'll go easy on me with this one. Just a little something I've had on my mind for a while. I hope you enjoy!

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"Are you okay?"

Rachel didn't look up from picking eggshells from her hair. She couldn't meet anyone's eyes after what she'd just been through.

"Rach, look at me," the voice behind her requested tenderly.

Fighting the tears that were threatening, Rachel shook her head.

Suddenly there was a gentle hand on Rachel's arm, guiding her around. Her eyes remained downcast until a hand under her chin tilted her head up and forced her to meet concerned dark eyes.

Rachel met Santana's gaze, her eyes swimming with tears. The cheerleader frowned, cupping the other girl's face tenderly between her hands, swiping at a few tears with the pads of her thumbs as they fell. "Please tell me these aren't tears of sadness that he finally let you go."

Rachel shook her head quickly. "Of course not. It was just humiliating."

Santana's frown deepened, a crease forming between her eyebrows. She shook her head and her eyes swept over the girl before her, checking for physical damage and any remaining eggshells. "He's really lucky I'm not kicking his ass right now. I could kill him for this."

Rachel shook her head. "He's not worth it."

"He's lucky I only broke his nose," Santana said nonchalantly as she turned the other girl around in front of her.

"What?" Rachel asked, her eyes going wide. She caught sight of a smirk playing on Santana's lips in the reflection in the mirror.

"I caught the tail end of his performance." The cheerleader shrugged as she picked shell remnants from Rachel's hair. "Do you really think anyone can get away with egging you without suffering consequences? Oh hell no."

"You broke his nose?" Rachel questioned, a slight smile working its way onto her lips.

Santana grinned when she realize that she'd done something right and she nodded. "It would have been a lot worse, believe me. I was ready to ensure he never has children but that old chick from their group got a bit crazy and there were lots more of them than me so I decided my time would be better spent making sure you were okay."

It was only then that Rachel noticed the other girl's left hand was swollen. She reached for the hand, cradling it gently as she turned, and brought it to her lips, dropping several tender kisses to the swollen knuckles.

"I know you liked him a little," Santana mumbled quietly. At Rachel's look she shrugged. "You had to have liked him a little to date him."

Rachel's eyes dropped for a moment and she shrugged. "Maybe a little. It was more about his talent than anything else. He was good for the club." Her eyes met the taller girl's and she smiled. "You're the one I love."

Santana grinned and leaned in to capture her girlfriend's lips in a kiss. "Good answer."

"I'm so tired of keeping up appearances though," Rachel sighed as she reached for more paper towels to rinse the egg from her hair.

Santana saw the other girl's discomfort with the eggs and reached for the paper towels herself. She ran several under the warm water and made herself busy getting as much raw egg from her girlfriend's hair as she could.

"I am too," Santana admitted.

"So what are we doing?" Rachel asked with a frustrated sigh. She turned towards the other girl again and wrapped her arms around Santana's neck, pulling her close and kissing her soundly.

Santana pulled back enough to study the stunning brunette before her and she reached up to brush a few egg-soaked strands of hair from Rachel's eyes. "Rach, I'm not sure what happens if we go public. Puck shaved his stupid boy-hawk and got thrown into dumpsters. Who's to say worse won't happen to us?"

"I've lived with worse," Rachel pointed out gently. "But I get it."

Santana sighed deeply and her hands sought out familiar curves of Rachel's hips and she pulled the diva closer to her. "Do you hate me for being so afraid?"

Rachel shook her head, dropping another chaste kiss to the taller girl's lips. "Of course not. It was my idea to keep these stupid appearances up in the first place."

"Well I went along with it pretty readily," Santana mumbled with a sigh.

"Maybe we could try telling just a few select people," Rachel suggested quietly.

Santana considered the thought for a moment before raising one slim eyebrow. "Like a few people from glee?"

Rachel shrugged one slim shoulder and placed a hand on her girlfriend's cheek gently, smiling when the other girl leaned into her touch. "Maybe."

Santana considered this for a moment as Rachel turned back to the mirror and took in her appearance. "I can't imagine they would be bad about it…especially with Kurt."

"They'll probably be more mad that we've been lying to them," Rachel mumbled. She looked down at her clothes. "I don't think I can go out there looking like this."

Santana gazed at her lovingly before kissing her. "I'll find you something. Stay put. I'll be back."

Rachel managed to steal a final kiss before watching her girlfriend take off in search of something without eggs for her to wear.

Ten minutes later Santana returned with several items and handed them to Rachel. "I only had workout clothes in my locker. Sorry."

Rachel shook her head. "Thank you."

Santana stood guard as Rachel slipped into a stall and changed clothes. A minute later she emerged and glanced down at herself when she caught the look Santana was giving her. "What?"

Santana smirked and took a step closer to her,. She reached out and gathered a handful of tee shirt in her hand and pulled Rachel in close for a kiss. "You look really good in my clothes."

Rachel blushed and returned the kiss fervently.

"Of course we already knew that," Santana further explained. "Ever since the night you wore that black lacy thing."

Both girls suddenly sprang apart as they heard voices approach and a moment later the door swung open and Mercedes and Tina walked in. The two stopped when they saw Rachel and Santana in the girls' room together.

"Everything okay?" Mercedes asked.

Rachel nodded. "Yeah…"

"Jesse St. Bastard and those Vocal Adrenaline asses decided it would be fun to egg Rachel," Santana explained, hating the loss of contact between them. "I was just getting her something else to wear."

"They egged you?" Tina asked, her eyes wide.

"Oh hell no," Mercedes grumbled before turning and heading out of the room.

"Mercedes, wait!" Rachel called. "It's not worth it."

"She told me the same thing," Santana told them with thinly disguised rage creeping into her voice.

"We should at least tell Mr. Schue," Mercedes relented as she turned back to them.

Rachel shook her head, shooting a quick glance to Santana, who had slipped effortlessly back into the role of hating all their guts. "I just want to go home and shower."

"Will you at least tell everyone everything tomorrow?" Tina asked.

Rachel couldn't help but think about the conversation she'd just had with Santana about telling at least a few people in glee about them. It seemed she had lots to confessions to make at some point in the near future. She nodded reluctantly. "Okay."

Mercedes nodded and linked an arm through Rachel's. "We'll walk you out so you don't have to worry about any of them hanging around."

"Thank you for the help, Santana," Rachel said, not allowing any sort of familiarity to creep into her voice.

"Whatever," Santana mumbled. She rolled her eyes and pretended to check her make up in the mirror, trying not to let her gaze fall to her girlfriend.

Tina followed along behind them, waving hesitantly at the cheerleader they left behind.

"Later, Santana," Mercedes called over her shoulder.

Santana watched as the three of them walked away down the hall and she couldn't help the smile that slid onto her lips when Rachel couldn't resist looking behind her to send her one final smile.

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A.N. Well, what do you guys think so far? Please let me know if you think I should continue! Thanks for reading!