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“Perform,” Rachel mumbled absently as she dug through her backpack. “You’re amazingly talented. Or be a detective. No, don’t do that. Then you could get hurt.” She finally pulled out her homework and sighed. She hadn’t been able to stay ahead with her homework lately because she’d been spending all of her extra time studying her lines. Which, apparently, wasn’t something that she even needed to do. Amateurs. Rachel hummed to herself as she plopped down in her desk chair and began on her Spanish homework. It didn’t take her long since it was just a few worksheets out of their little book. Then she moved on to history and had that done relatively quickly as well.

“Facebook time,” Rachel murmured through a yawn. After quickly checking her Facebook, deleting unwanted messages, and posting a new status (Had a stage collapse under me today, but at least I didn’t break my talent!), Rachel turned off her computer and headed to the dresser. Things had been fairly quiet with everyone lately, and for that Rachel was immensely grateful. The whole glee club needed some quiet time, especially she and Santana. After slipping into one of said girlfriend’s old t-shirts and some shorts, Rachel went into the bathroom to wash her face. She tried to stay quiet so she wouldn’t distract Santana since the girl seemed deeply into her work.

Santana yawned and pushed her book away, looking at the clock. She realized it had been nearly an hour and gave her head a shake as she sat up on the bed. That is when she realized her girlfriend had changed and she frowned, rubbing at one of her eyes “Are you done already?” When Rachel nodded and gave her a smile, Santana yawned again and  got up off the bed. She stretched her hands above her head, let out a third yawn, then cracked her knuckles before reaching for the bottom of the dress she had slipped into after cheer. Nothing special, just one of her usual tight ones that she layered with a jacket or vest or sweater.

Once she pulled that off and kicked out of her boots, she walked over to the dresser and stood there naked as she looked at her choices. “So tomorrow we have our second game that we have to cheer at for the basketball team” She glanced over her shoulder and gave a little smile “Can you come or do you have to rehearse?” She looked back in the drawer and pulled out a really tight tank top that was practically see through and a pair of Rachel’s tight spandex shorts. Once she was dressed, if you could call it that, she turned and headed back to the bed “Puck is starting. Apparently the guy who usually starts hurt his ankle. It should be fun to watch at least.”

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“We thought you ate while you were out,” Hiram said, looking a little guilty. “But we’ll cook something now!”

“But we already ate,” Leroy said, whining a little. Hiram elbowed him and Rachel laughed.

“It’s fine, we did eat while we were out. I’ll just grab a snack from the kitchen and we’ll head upstairs. How was work?” Rachel asked, moving into the kitchen to pull out some granola bars.

“Work was…hectic,” Leroy said, shaking his head. “Big case we’re working on. It’s good that we have the business, but the hours are brutal. Never become lawyers, either of you,” he finished, pointing his finger at the girls before heading back off into the living room. “Also, we love you. Keep up the good work!” Rachel laughed and shook her head as she got a juicebox out from the fridge.

“Lawyer is the last thing I want to be” Santana said with a laugh, grabbing a banana before turning toward the steps “Don’t work too hard guys” She gave a wave and waited for Rachel to catch up before she headed up the steps to their bedroom with Charlie hot on their heels. She yawned as she walked into the bedroom and went over to the bed, sitting down on the edge then laying back with a flop. She held the banana up and started to peel it before sitting up and taking a bite from the fruit. “Will you do my math homework, I don’t wanna do it.”

She let out a laugh at the look that Rachel gave her and gave a shrug as she took another bite. “Thought I’d ask” She shrugged, smirking as she chewed her bite. Once she finished it off she tossed the peel into the trash then brushed her hands together and reached for her mathbook with a frown. “I hate math. I am good at it, but I hate it. Accountant is definitely not on my career list either.” She let out a sigh and looked back to her girlfriend and shrugged “What do you think I should do?”

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“I am going to have to kiss him and have his hands on me, yes,” Rachel said, shaking her head. “But rest assured, it will be just as difficult for me to live it as it will be for you to see it.” Rachel finished off the rest of her burger and then the rest of Santana’s fries. “Let’s get out of here. Charlie doesn’t like to be left alone in the dark.” When Santana gave her a confused look, Rachel ‘hmphed’. “He doesn’t! Don’t question it. Let’s go.” After saying good bye to some of the remaining cast members, Rachel threw her bag over her shoulder and leaned into Santana as they walked out. It was almost completely dark, and Rachel almost forgot that they’d taken two seperate cars. She didn’t really like that.

“Well, I guess I’ll meet you at home then,” Rachel mumbled. She leaned up and kissed Santana softly before they got into their seperate cars and headed out. Rachel lead the way, singing along to the radio the entire time. Santana couldn’t see her, this time! They pulled into the dirveway and Rachel was surprised to see her dads’ car there. A nice surprised though. “Charlie wasn’t alone,” she said, bouncing over to Santana before her girlfriend even fully got out of her car. “Come on. Let’s go see if they brought dinner. I’m still hungry.”

Santana let out a laugh as she tried to grab her bag and get out of the car with her girlfriend half hanging on her. “All that making out with Josh sure worked you up an appetite” She gave her a playful wink as she managed to get to her feet. She slammed the door then slid her arm around the bouncing Rachel as she lifted her other arm with the bag on her shoulder. They made their way inside together and was immediately greeted by not only Charlie jumping and barking, but both of the dads giving them a warm hug and kisses on the tops of their heads.

“Girls we are so glad to see you!” Hiram said with excitement as he stepped away and looked them over “Santana, have you gotten taller?”

Santana perked an eyebrow and set her bag near the door, laughing and shaking her head “No. You saw me this morning, I doubt I grew since then. Maybe I got fatter.”

“Oh hush” Hiram rolled his eyes “You look good!”

Santana just nodded and let out a laugh before she bent down and started to dig her math book out of her bag. Once she found it, she stood and looked at the dads then glanced to the steps “So…homework? Or did you two cook?”

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Rachel scoffed and unwrapped her burger. “I will. I highly doubt anyone else will. It’s not even like the glee cub. I can’t help any of them, really, because they’re not willing to learn. All of them think they’re great, but they’re not. They haven’t even began memorizing their lines yet! Hopefully they’ll get into it by then, otherwise we’re going to have a real problem on our hands,” Rachel finished ruefully. She took a large bite of her burger and moaned in pleasure. This was exactly what she needed. This and some fries. Always fries.

Her eyes were on the stage where the stage hands were desperately trying to clean up the ash off the floor. The set designer was screaming into her cell phone, but Rachel wasn’t sure to whom. The director threw Rachel a genuine, soft smile before turning and yelling at some of the extras who had been on their cell phones. It was a mess. “It’s a mess, it really is, but I love it. I love being in this element, and some of the actors are like me. They aren’t all bad. It’s a mess, but it’s fun. I mean, where else can the stage collapse from underneath you?” she said, trying to joke. With a soft nudge of her elbow into Santana’s ribs, Rachel sighed. “I love that you come to these rehearsals, though. It must be so boring for you.”

“Nah” Santana shook her head, reaching over to wipe a bit of sauce from Rachel’s cheek that she had smudged there when she pushed back her hair. What a change of events, huh? She laughed at that and leaned in to kiss lightly at her cheek before she settled back in her seat. “I love watching you work. It’s just so easy to see the passion and love you have for all of this. It’s beautiful.” She finished off her fries and put the trash in the bag before she sipped on her soda then offered Rachel a sip as well. “Although if that Josh kid doesn’t keep his hands to himself I might have to break a few fingers.”

She caught the smile on Rachel’s face when she said that and couldn’t help but smirk. She knew her girlfriend hated violence but loved when Santana got defensive of her. They settled in and Rachel started to really chow down as Santana watched the other clean up the stage for their next rehearsals the next day. After a moment, she looked over at Rachel and reached over to lay her hand on Rachel’s leg “Does that mean you are going to have to be like macking on him? Because I know it’s acting and all but if he doesn’t get those hands under control it’s going to be hard to watch.”

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Rachel was probably the best Juliet Lima had ever seen. Sure, the role was cliche and she wasn’t the biggest fan of Romeo and Juliet, but come on! The leading man was two years older than her, an ex-Vocal Adrenaline member who had clearly gone nowhere after graduating. He was almost as good of an actor as her, but not quite. They were only in the first round of rehearsals so everyone was still getting a feel for each other and in sweats instead of their costumes. Still, half of the cast sucked. And Rachel had no problem telling them that, and the director didn’t seem to mind.

“Romeo, I’m going to strangle you if you put your hand on my thigh one more time,” Rachel bit out through clenched teeth.

Josh, the guy playing opposite her, rolled his eyes. “I’m in character!”

“In character means you didn’t even touch Juliet. These were different times, Josh. Hands to yourself until I tell you otherwise,” the director shouted from the side of the stage. Rachel smirked and Josh sighed. The rest of the rehearsal went as such. The balcony collapsed from underneath Rachel during their rehearsal of that scene. Rehearsal was then called off as that caused a small fire and Josh chose to run and jump off the stage in fear instead of helping Rachel out of the rubble. She made it out okay, however, and the fire was put out within a few minutes. Thus ended another great rehearsal.

Rachel grabbed her duffle bag and trudged to take a seat next to Santana. “Did you enjoy your free show?” she asked with a ‘hmph’ as she snagged some fries.

“I had to fight getting up and slapping that Josh kid. And I was looking for a fire extinguisher as soon as I saw the flames but I couldn’t find one. Good thing they had one on hand because I was freaking.” She had gotten up and rushed toward the stage when the prop balcony had collapsed but had been ushered out of the way by some of the stage hands. No need to have more people involved in potential injuries. Once Rachel had gotten her way out of the collapse, Santana had taken her seat again, begrudgingly, and waited for her girlfriend to make her way over to her, all the while giving a scowl to the stage hands that had told her to stay away for her own safety. Who cared about safety when her girlfriend could have died in a fire! Hmph.

“Here” She pulled out the veggie burger and gave Rachel a kiss on the cheek before she went back to her food. All she had left was fries, having downed the burger in record time. She was dipping her fries in some ketchup as she sipped on her soda. “Eat before we get home, cranky pants.” She teased, giving her a playful nudge. She was cranky from the idiots not being able to act, and trying to feel her up, but a little food would always help a mood, right? Right. “So do you think you will be ready for next weekend?”

After cheer that day, Santana had grabbed some food from Rachel’s favorite burger place, getting her a veggie burger and a large fry, and getting herself her double bacon cheeseburger and fries, then headed to the community center where Rachel had started rehearsals for the play she was doing with the theater group in the park. They had finally cast everyone and decided on a play to do so Rachel had started that week. Opening weekend was the next weekend so they were putting in two hour rehearsals every night until then. Santana was just in time to see the last hour of practice after leaving cheer and she was more than excited. There was nothing she loved more than watching Rachel do her thing on the stage. It was what she was born to do.

When Santana walked into the auditorium, which was cheap compared to McKinley high’s auditorium, but it was all the community group had to work with. Santana sat down in the front third row back, just to the left, and propped her feet up on the back of the chair in front of her. She was as quiet as she could be when she pulled out her burger and started to watch. When Rachel caught her eye, Santana gave her a soft smile, but that was all. She didn’t want to distract her from practicing although it was obvious after just a few minutes that it was everyone else who needed the practice, not her.

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“Asshole!” Rachel screamed out. She slammed on the breaks as much as she could without causing the truck to skid as some idiot moved over two lanes to not miss the turn lane at the last minute, then fishtailing and almost hitting them. She felt Santana’s hand squeeze her thigh and sighed. “I absolutely hate people. All people. Every person on this - ASSHOLE!” It went on like that for another few minutes as Rachel finally got them home safely. She was developing a headache by the time they pulled into the garage, but they were home. And they were never leaving again. Maybe school would be cancelled due to flooding! That would be marvelous.

It was only by the time they got inside that Rachel realized Santana had said something to her. Oh, pizza. “An hour? Maybe we should have picked it up,” she mumbled, greeting Charlie and then opening the sliding door to let him out. He skidded a little on the deck before catching his footing. It must be harder for him to navigate in the rain because the water was washing away all of his normal smelling routes, but he seemed to be okay. Soon enough he was running back inside and getting water everywhere. “There’s my boy,” Rachel said, laughing as he brushed up against Santana as he was running through. “We’ll need to dry him off. I think you’re correct about that wait, Santana.”

“Oh come on, not on the couch!” Santana cried out as Charlie hopped up onto the couch all wet and gross. She groaned and hurried to grab his collar, pulling him to the floor gently and holding him still so he couldn’t track water all over the rest of the house “Alright just stay put boy.” she glanced up at Rachel and gave her a pout “Go get a towel. I will hold him still. We might have to clean the couch now, I’m not sure how wet he got it. It will probably smell like wet dog though.” She glanced at the couch then at Rachel and shrugged “Hurry before he decides he’s bored with me and tries to get the entire house wet.”

She watched Rachel go get a towel before turning to Charlie and giving him a smile. She slid her hand over his head even though it was wet then leaned in and kissed at his nose “You stink” She mumbled in a soft whisper “But it’s okay I love you anyway. But we should probably give you a bath soon. After it stops raining though so you aren’t clean just to go running out and getting all dirty again.” Charlie gave her a happy bark then licked her face, causing her to laugh softly “I know, I like being dirty too but your grandpas and mother are all kind of clean people so we gotta be good for them.”

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Rachel just rolled her eyes. Santana would eventually realize that you didn’t have to be shaking your pom-poms for the Cowboys to be famous. “Yes, almost. If you want to pack everything up, go ahead. You can’t rush perfection,” she mumbled. It was frustrating, but for some reason Rachel just could not get the last line of this song. Maybe she should take her own advice; she couldn’t rush perfection. With a sigh, she saved what she had and closed her laptop up. “All right, I’m calling it a night. You want pizza, hm?” She put her laptop into her case and glanced up in time to see Santana nod. “Let’s have them deliver, then. I’d just as soon get home then spend anymore time in the rain.”

They got everything together and rushed out the door to the car. It was how everyone seemed to be travelling these days, what with all the rain, Rachel pulled down her hood and set her bag on the floorboard once she was in her truck and had made sure Santana got in as well. “We need to let Charlie out as well,” Rachel murmured, the truck roaring to life as she spoke. She turned the heater up a little as Santana dialed whatever pizza place she wanted to put in their order. Rachel was careful steering since there was a lot of flooding, but they slid out a little once. “We’re pulling out the life-raft to get us to school tomorrow,” Rachel mumbled as someone cut her off and she bit back a swear word.

“You must really want to be home if you turned down pie” Santana said with a soft whisper, her hand laying on Rachel’s leg as she drove to try and keep her calm. “Hey! Yeah are you guys busy right now?” She listened on the phone for a moment then nodded “Okay I guess that’s fine. The name is Berry. Yeah, that’s the right address. Yeah, one large vegan cheese and one large…” She tapped her fingers on Rachel’s leg as she thought before shrugging “ham and pineapple.” She nodded as the person repeated the order then looked at Rachel “Babe do you want anything else?”

When she got no answer because Rachel was too busy trying not to kill them, she shrugged and went back to the phone “That’s it. See you soon.” She hung up the phone then looked back to her girlfriend “They said about an hour. Apparently with the weather and all the people not wanting to leave home they are pretty busy. But I figured by the time we get home, get Charlie out, and change into some pjs it won’t be much of a wait at all.”

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Rachel snorted and lowered her coffee cup. Since the girls hadn’t cared about her, she’d been able to watch the entire exchange and nudge Santana with her foot when the girl seemed frozen. “That did indeed just happen,” Rachel confirmed, smiling at her girlfriend. “It seems like you have a little fan-club. Perhaps we can’t make this place our little retreat if you’re going to continuously bring fans by,” Rachel said, feigning a scoff and shaking her head. It brought her great pleasure to see how stunned Santana was. This was definitely just practice for their future. Santana, being one of the most successful cheerleaders of her time, and Rachel for, well, duh, being a star. After taking another sip of tea and letting Santana come back to reality, she laughed.

“Get used to that,” Rachel stated. When Santana arched an eyebrow at her, Rachel shrugged. “We’re both going to be incredibly important people some day with tons of fans. You’ve just got a head start! You should have seen your face. They probably think you’re some druggie or something with how you just stared blankly at them. You’re so cute!” she added, a little louder than planned. With a chuckle, Rachel turned back to her computer to finish her song. “And close your mouth, love.”

Santana scoffed out a laugh and threw the lid of her cup at Rachel “You are insane!” She shook her head and looked into her cup which was now empty and frowned before looking back to her girlfriend “You will have a fan base. No one cares about cheerleaders unless you are a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader or like one of the Laker girls” She closed her history book and folded her arms over it with a shake of her head “I don’t want to be a professional cheerleader. It’s going to get me through college while I study to do something else, something awesome. So after that no one will care. I doubt anyone will care in college, except maybe like…the other college squads who have to compete against us. Other than that, though, no one will care.”

She got up and tossed her empty cup into a nearby trash can before sitting back down and stretching out with a heavy yawn. She glanced at the time and realized they had been sitting there for nearly three hours. Damn how time had flown while they were having fun. By having fun she meant absolutely not having fun with that stupid history assignment. “Are you almost done? I was thinking we could swing by and pick up some pie and pizza before we head home for the night.”

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Rachel looked up from the book and handed it back to Santana after doing what she’d asked. “You’re welcome, and dear? I don’t believe that a history book can be out-oh no,” Rachel said, cutting herself off, frowning as she finished her drink. “I’m out of my soy chai tea latte.” Rachel got up and absently wandered over to the counter, buying another drink, and then wandering back to the table. She pulled her computer closer to herself and got situated again so she could finish this song. Just the last verse was needed and she’d be done! She was so into her writing that she spaced offering to get Santana a drink, or asking her about her paper.

“You know, the color purple was actually a color of the wealthy in medieval times because they were the only ones who could afford it,” Rachel said, having a major delayed reaction and looking up to find Santana smiling at her. “I apologize, this song has me very distracted. I cannot wait to perform it for you when I’ve finished it, though. I think you’ll really like it. I’ll accompany myself on the piano and it will be wonderful.” She nodded in self-assurance before turning back to her computer. Hmmmm. Maybe she could use the word purple. Santana didn’t wear purple too often though, so maybe not.

“Thanks” Santana said with a little laugh as she looked at her notes and started to put them onto the paper she had been writing for the actual class. “But I still can’t write a paragraph on that. So it’s a good thing google came in handy.” She shook her head with amusement as she continued to write from the notes she had taken, turning them into a well written paragraph about the history of the color, dyes, how they were made, and why it was such a hard color to find back then, thus making it only for the wealthy. Yes, good. That should do just nicely. Once she seemed happy with it, she pulled out a new paper, grabbed a pen, and started to put together her final draft, complete with a reference page just like her teacher had wanted.

Santana was so invested in her homework and Rachel so engrossed in her song that neither of them saw the two girls approach the table. It wasn’t until Santana paused to grab a drink from her tea that she noticed them. She perked an eyebrow and put her pen down, looking over the girls. They were young, maybe thirteen, and both of them were smiling shyly at Santana.

One girl looked at her friend and gave her a nudge causing the taller girl to blush and clear her throat “Hi.”

“Uh..hi?” Santana sat up a little straighter and looked at them “Are you two lost or something? Because we can totally call your mommies.”

“Um no” The smaller girl said with a giggle “Sorry, we were afraid to come over here.”

Again Santana perked an eyebrow. She was trying to be nice but this was weird “Well you came over here. Again, are you lost? Because we’re kind of busy.”

“Oh” The girls looked at Rachel, then back to Santana, and smiled “Sorry.” The taller girl gave a smile and showed of her braces as a blush crept to her cheeks. “We were sitting there and I saw you and I just wanted to know if you were Santana Lopez from the McKinley high cheerleaders? The ones coached by Sue Sylvester?”

Santana let out a soft laugh and nodded her head “Yeah kid, I am. How do you know who I am?”

The girls looked at each other with wide grins, had a moment where they both simultaneously squealed in delight, then they cleared their throats and the shorter girl spoke in a very typical teenage girl excitement with deep breaths between every few words “Like oh my gosh you are so good! Like our cheer coach, cause are cheerleaders too,” she motioned to her friend next to her “she showed us your performance at your Regionals competition this year and, like, oh my gosh you are so good! The whole team is! So we were like wondering like do you come up with the routines all by yourself? Do you think of all the tumbling and everything? And how does it feel to be held on the top of the pyramid like that for so long? Like, oh my gosh, did you freak out?”

Santana just stared at the girls. Her mouth was dropped open a little, her eyes unblinking. Was this really happening? She just stared for minutes, maybe hours, and it wasn’t until the girls’ smiles started to fade that she realized she hadn’t said anything. She quickly blinked and nodded her head “Uh, thanks, I guess. Yeah, I help with a lot of the moves but I don’t do it alone. Sue puts most of it together and I help polish it out with my squad. I have a co-captain and some really good dancers and tumblers that help out too.” She shrugged and picked up her cup to take a drink.

The girls squealed again then were interrupted by one of their mother’s calling for them. The taller girl jumped and looked back at Santana “I can’t wait to tell all the girls that we met you! I hope to be as good as you are when I get to high school! Two more years!” With that, the girls turned and ran off toward the exit. Santana watched them go them slowly, very slowly as if she was afraid her head would fall off if she moved too fast because this had to be some sort of weird dream, she looked back at Rachel and pointed toward the door “Did that just happen?”

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“I was just thinking that same thing,” Rachel mused, her voice quiet as she looked up from the computer screen, “only with less crude words. I think this shall become our new retreat. It’ll certainly do us some good to get out of the house.” She had noticed how frustrated Santana had been with her assignment, so Rachel temporarily put aside her computer. With her tea in hand, she leaned her forearms on the table and smiled over at her girlfriend. “I am working on a song, for your information. However, it seems as if you’re having some difficulties with that history paper there.”

She took her girlfriend’s scoff as an affirmitive. Rachel twisted the computer around around after minimizing her writing. Google was pulled up and she nudged the computer towards Santana. “Free wifi use with any purchase of coffee. This might take some of your frustration away.” As Santana started typing on the computer, Rachel pulled her knees up to her chest and sipped at her drink. She was almost done with this one, but it was still warm so there was no use wasting it. Her gaze turned towards the outside, where the rain was pouring down to heavily that she couldn’t see across the street. “I love this,” she whispered.

“Will you do me a favor?” She asked softly, pushing her history book toward Rachel, giving her a smile “On my paper I have written all of the page numbers by the paragraph about certain things as a reference point to where I found the information. It’s so I can go back when I re-write it and make a real reference page. Will you find each page and make sure that information is on the pages that I’ve written down just so I can get through this faster? I will just have to tell the teacher I couldn’t find the information in the book so I had to look it up online. She is like a dinosaur, she hates the internet, but she will just have to deal because she is totally high if she thinks there is that much in depth detail about the reason behind the color purple in medieval times in that text book. There is like a sentence on it. How can I write a paragraph from a sentence?”

She rolled her eyes at that and shook her head as she looked back to her computer. That lady was so old school that she was almost sure she was stuck in the medieval times herself. “I swear that book is out dated anyway” She mumbled as she typed in a few things on the computer and started making little notes on a page from her notebook she had ripped out before giving the rest of it over to Rachel to look over. She was silent for a long time while she read and took notes, nodding here and there as she seemed to understand what the website was talking about. It made a lot more sense than the stupid book. After taking a few notes she decided checking her facebook wouldn’t be so bad. She clicked and logged in and scrolled through. Nothing exciting. She rolled her eyes and logged out, turning the computer back to Rachel with a smile “Thank you.”

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With all of the tornados happening around their side of the country, it only made sense that everyone was, well, terrified. However, they didn’t have to worry about that too much because tornados never hit Lima. What they did get, however, was everything else. Coupled with the insane winds came the insane rains, and no one was sure how long they would last. Rachel didn’t hate the rain, per se, but it did tend to put her in an odd mood, a far more subdued mood. It also made her want to write. Nothing like a novel or anything, no, she was far too young to write her autobiography. But songs. It made her want to write songs.

Which is why Rachel was camped out at the Lima Bean. She had on one of Santana’s pullovers and her hair was up in a messy ponytail. She was typing away at her laptop and sipping at her soy chai latte every now and then. She glanced up at Santana, who was sitting across from her working on school work. She hadn’t made Santana come, but she was happy that her girlfriend was there. It always helped with Rachel’s muse to be able to see whom she’s writing her songs about. Plus, the Lima Bean was very cozy that day since everyone else in there was just as quiet as they were. Rachel gazed at Santana for a couple more moments, trying not to get caught, before turning back to type some more lyrics. She could so make a career out of writing songs.

Santana totally hated this stupid history assignment. She couldn’t find some information about a certain point in the paper she was writing and she was getting frustrated because her teacher had told her all information was in the book and at this moment she was not finding anything. She let out a heavy sigh and put down her pencil, lifting her fingers to the bridge of her nose and pinching before pressing into her eyes and rubbing. She lifted her green tea to her lips and took a sip before setting it down and looking up at her girlfriend just as she was looking back down at her laptop.

She smiled softly and lifted her foot to nudge at her leg under the table “What are you doing over there?” She whispered softly, watching her girlfriend typing away. “This was a nice idea” She said after a moment, glancing around them and taking another drink from her tea “Why don’t we come here more often? Its peaceful and they let you sit here all day without having to keep ordering shit.”

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Rachel set her jaw and cracked her neck. Sometimes. Sometimes. This time when Rachel got up to get food, she just grabbed the pumpkin pie tin and headed back to her stool and book with a fork. Her girlfriend could just go ahead and enjoy Rachel’s apple all she wanted because she was going to get her pie on. She damn well deserved it! With a hmph, Rachel leaned over her book while shoveling pie into her mouth. A few minutes later and Rachel was twenty pages shy of finishing her book. It had never taken her this long to finish a book before, but this was not one that she had enjoyed at all. It made the process unbearable longer and it just goes to show how dedicated she was to finishing it when she turned down sex for this literary failure.

Twenty minutes later, Rachel’s forehead was pressed to the last page of the book as she dozed. Maybe eating the last bit of pie that late had done her in. Or maybe it had just been the fact that she had taken a few minutes of prayer after finishing the book. But she had closed her eyes and dropped her forehead down for a few moments of rest when she had dozed off. Was it really only Tuesday? This had to be the longest week ever in her book. Or anyone’s book. Stupid, stupid, crappy book.

Santana glanced at the clock and frowned when she saw that Rachel had not come and it was nearly a half hour later. She let out a sigh and got up from the bed with a shake of her head. There was no way Rachel was mad at her, right? She opened the door and headed down the steps into the kitchen. She had to throw away the apple core anyway. As soon as she stepped into the kitchen she saw Rachel laying her head on the counter and a smile came to her lips. She let out a soft laugh and tossed her core into the trash before she moved over to her sleeping girlfriend.

She took the book out of her hand and set it aside. She then positioned herself around her girlfriend and slid her arms under her so she could lift herself off the stool. She easily lifted her into her arms and once she was nice and secure in her arms, she reached for the book with the tips of her fingers before she turned and headed for the steps. She paused to turn off the kitchen light before slowly she made her way up to their bedroom. She touched a kiss to the side of Rachel’s head and laughed before setting her onto the bed “Good thing we didn’t get it on, you would have totally passed out on me.”

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“This is like harassment, Santana,” Rachel groaned, rolling her head back and sighing. “I really need to get this book done so I can pass my test tomorrow! Do you not grasp that concept?” When Santana just raised an eyebrow at her, Rachel groaned and ran her hand over her face before sighing again. “If you would just let me finish this then we would be fine. Baby, please,” Rachel urged, running a hand through her girlfriend’s hair, “I need to get this done. You already got some today at lunch and-“

“I am not hearing this,” Hiram said, coming into the room in his pajamas with his hands over his ears. “I just came down for some water bottles and that’s all!” Rachel and Santana were frozen in their positions, but luckily Santana was only in her lap and all hands were visible. Hiram quickly grabbed his water bottles and headed back upstairs with a quick shout of, “Do your homework!” over his shoulder.

Rachel pursed her lips and glanced up at Santana with a raised eyebrow. “Well, he said we should do our homework, so…”

“Soooo just like every teenager we should do the opposite of what our parents say” She said with a wide grin, leaning in to kiss her softly before she gave her head a shake. “You would think after like eight months together you would loosen up and get busy with me when the mood strikes.” She lifted her hands and cupped at Rachel’s face, pulling her in and kissing her a few more times before finally she unhooked her legs and stood up from the stool. She grabbed the book and handed it back over, still open to the page she had been reading “Here you go, lameo” She gave her a smirk, grabbed the apple she had been eating, and headed back toward the steps with the apple in hand. If she wasn’t getting any, Rachel wasn’t getting the apple.

Santana tromped her way back up the steps and into the room. She flopped down on her back with the apple in her hand. She stared at the ceiling and took little bites from the fruit as she waited for her girlfriend to rejoin her. Now that she was “behaving” her girlfriend could come back up to the room and they could finish their homework. She better come back or Santana was so going to go back down there and drag her ass back up by throwing her over her shoulder if need be.

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“N-No!” Rachel finally stuttered out. She managed to push Santana away and held up her finger. “You are not getting some. Especially now! Get back to your homework - NO! Incorrigible!” Rachel cried out as Santana reached for her again. She quickly slid off the bed and fixed her with a look. “You need to behave. If you can’t handle yourself around me then I’m just going to have to leave.” Rachel picked up her book and gestured towards it. “Plus you lost my page!” She ‘hmphed’ before turning and heading out of the bedroom. Santana was impossible. Impossible! She acts like she hadn’t gotten any the night before, or in the bathroom stall at lunch.

With a little smile at that thought, Rachel turned on the little light in the kitchen and sat on her stool with her book. “Food,” Rachel mumbled, getting up off the stool and grabbing an apple before sitting back down with her book. She needed to finish this darn thing so she could pass her test the next day. What kind of teacher gave tests on a Wednesday? This one. Rachel took a bite of her apple then began the search for her lost page. Silly Santana.

Santana flopped back on the bed in frustration as Rachel left. Didn’t her girlfriend understand by now that when the mood strikes there is no denying it? Well of course she knew that, hence the sex in the bathroom stall this afternoon. Stupid Rachel. Whenever she wanted it, she got it. But when Santana wanted it she had to do her stupid homework. It was stupid homework. Santana looked at the door and glared before rolled from her back off the bed and landing on her feet. She was going to get some loving from her girlfriend and she was not going to take no for an answer. She kind of liked when Rachel played hard to get anyway.

Santana came down the steps and walked right into the kitchen, much to Rachel’s surprise. She smirked and walked over to the girl, grabbing the apple, and the book, and pulled them both from her hands. “Look” Santana said with a nod, setting the things down then turning Rachel in the stool until they were facing each other. She then moved to straddle Rachel’s legs and sat down, hooking her legs around her waist and tangling her arms around her neck, her fingers finding the back of her neck and the little hairs there. She leaned in and kissed her lips, biting her bottom lip playfully, before letting out a laugh “Give me fifteen minutes for a little snack and I will let you get back to work.”