A/N: I told myself I wouldn't let this story get sappy, but it might have, still, I really enjoyed writing it. I might consider a sequel but I'm not entirely sure about that yet. I enjoyed all the review you guys left and I'm absolutely grateful to those who took the time to read this. Thank you all.

Warnings: I don't own Glee or any of the characters or any of the songs I may use. This will include lesbian sex, maybe some hetero but it's not likely. Possibly Finn bashing.

It took some prodding but Rachel finally caved and told me what happened. The guy at the bar had taken Rachel back to his place and at first she was up for it. She'd been drunk enough to not care about the consequences, but not enough to forget why she'd gotten drunk in the first place; Kurt and Blaine locked her out, claiming they'd feel better about hiding her from me if they weren't always lying when I asked if she was in. I knew I'd have to bring that up with them.

Rachel had been at the guys, pressed into the couch, making out, and I asked to be spared further details. She continued on, growing more embarrassed, she told me he'd tried touching her, skipping everything else and trying to get into her pants but her efforts to slow him down failed. He kissed her to hard and broke her lip. I jumped up when she told me about that, almost falling, and she pulled me back down. When I calmed down anger was replaced with pride as Rachel told me she doubted there was much more I could do to hurt the man, considering he might be less likely to pass on his genes than before. She almost seemed embarrassed at the idea of hurting him but it entertained me. She explained her thumb as a product of never actually needing to hit someone, I knew I'd have to fix that little problem, she couldn't go through life punching with her thumb in.

I suppose having her back in my life meant a lot to me. I knew it wouldn't be quite normal, we weren't together, but we weren't as a apart as before. Rachel fell asleep in my arms that morning, I watched her for a while, as creepy as it may sound. Her hair was disheveled and fell over her flickering eyelids, her lips were parted slightly and curved down into the most adorable pout I'd ever seen, tainted only by the now scabbed over split. I brushed her hair from her face and sighed, I'd never seen myself in love. I know I'd thought I was before, but that was nothing. What I felt now was so heart-achingly amazing, and so painfully pure that I couldn't deny it was love. I was hardly the type to be honest with myself, but I had to admit that I couldn't see myself going on without this. I pressed my lips to the spectacular girl's head once more before falling into a very restful sleep.

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"Argh!" The groan slipped between my lips slowly.

From above Rachel pressed down slowly and smirked, "You'll thank me for this."

I gasped as my leg spread and tossed my head back in a silent shout, "Ay dios mio!"

"You know, you're still pretty flexible," she pulled back, my muscles relaxing slightly as I took my time wrapping my legs around her waist.

"This isn't exactly what I'd call the opportune time to realize that," I licked my lip and slid my arms around the other girls neck.

"Aw, well you're all helpless and in need of stretching out," she said it so innocently, "and I just happen to think that now is a good time to see how flexible you are," she leaned her head down to kiss my ear before mumbling, "if your injury permits it that is."

I flushed, unable to come up with a response. I still wasn't used to being so vulnerable to Rachel. Yeah, I was taller, and stronger, and let's face it, more aggressive, but Rachel was so much more dominant. "Well, uh, I-" I was only saved by a knock at my door. "I'll get that."

I slipped out from under Rachel and straightened out my tank-top and shorts. I could hear her laughing from the room as I made my way to the door. I didn't remember inviting anyone and when I checked the peep-hole they had moved out of the way. I groaned and undid the locks to come face to face with a basket of muffins.

"Hello great muffin basket fair, thank you for blessing me with," I lifted them and inspected one trying to identify the flavor as Kurt walked in.

"Vegan banana nut and blueberry." Blaine smiled as he walked in.

"'Cause your whipped," Kurt added.

"And because we heard you'd be getting back to the club soon." Blaine chastised the other boy as he pulled him into his arms.

I snorted and picked off a nut and tossed it into my mouth, "Thanks, I guess, Rachel was just helping me stretch."

"Yep, she's surprisingly flexible, I mean, I'd always assumed, but still it's impressive," Rachel exited the room, a smirk still on her face.

"Because I wanted to hear that," Kurt moved from Kurt to put the muffin basket on the counter.

I was blushing furiously as I sat at the counter, when she responded, "Well, it's not like you haven't seen her show." She moved rest between my legs and took the muffin from my hand as I was about to take about.

Kurt quirked an entertained eyebrow at me, "Wow, Rachel it seems you've tamed the wild child, haven't you?"

At that she snorted, "You make it sound like a challenge." She leaned to the side to look at me and stroked my cheek.

"Hey!" I shouted in playful offense. In truth I was innocent compared to the Rachel I'd come to know.

"I'm kidding, San," she said the words but I saw the slight shake of her head at the boys.

"So, Santana," Blaine decided to take my side in this, "When do you think you'll be ready to go back?"

I mouthed a silent, "Thank you," and thought back to a phone call from the weekend before, "Next week. I started stretching and working out again this weekend but I'll probably be doing back up singing until I'm entirely back in shape."

"That's good," he grinned.

"Yeah, I can't wait to see what you do when you're back together," Rachel said, around my muffin, "maybe something with poles."

I turned visibly red at this, "I am not, in any way a stripper."

"Exotic dancer?" Kurt offered.

"Stripteuse," Blaine followed up.

Rachel was laughing to hard to come up with one.

"Ecdysiast," Kurt chirped and Rachel high-fived him.

"I hate you all, none of you are allowed to touch my xbox."

"What? No! I was going to call the microphone." Kurt whined.

Rachel looked at him like he was insane, "The hell you were."

We all laughed at that, and I proceeded to set up the game, "losing," the microphone to the couch in the process. Both Kurt and Rachel glared at me while Blaine gave me a thumbs up behind them. We spent the day playing, and coming up with a new term for my profession every so often. To say that it was fun would be an understatement, as would saying I wasn't grateful that these people had come back into my life, even if they hadn't played the biggest role in it before.