Rachel/Santana (AU S4)

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As Rachel tossed and turned in her bed, she couldn't seem to get comfortable. Nothing had particularly changed from the night before. She was still wearing her cotton nightgown and still had the comforting weight of her boyfriend pillow around her shoulders but no matter how hard she tried, or what position - stomach, back, side, stomach - she couldn't seem to get comfortable. Her initial thought was that stress was hitting her hard. It wasn't impossible, after all things had become considerably more stressful for her once she'd moved to New York, but she didn't feel the usual tightness in her chest that made the slight hypochondriac in her wonder if she might just keel over someday from a stress induced heart attack. This feeling was different. It was a restlessness that eventually drove her barefoot into the kitchen and led her to put on the kettle in order to make come chamomile tea.

It was the only thing she could think of that might be able to lure her back to sleep and shut off her overactive mind. She'd thought her roommates, Kurt and Santana, were in their respective rooms, but when the front door opened at nearly midnight and Santana slipped through after what had obviously been a night out on the town Rachel raised her eyebrows in surprise. She regarded Santana, who looked like she'd walked off the cover of some glamour magazine for a long moment, thinking about how frumpy she must look in return without the hour or more she now dedicated to her morning beauty routine.

After a moment she drew her attention away and down to the tea tin she was in the process of trying to pry open. "Is that my shirt?"