A/N: After reading a lot of fic yesterday, I decided to continue this and make it a bit longer. It's going to remain fairly angsty for the most part. Please review and let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
All mistakes are my own. Enjoy.
Rachel woke up the next morning, wrapped tightly in a tangle of beautifully tanned limbs. She smiled, turning toward the other girl. She pecked her lips and tried, in vain, to escape the warm trap she found herself in.
"Santana," Rachel sang softly.
"Mmm… No." the girl grumbled back. "Sleep."
Santana tightened her grip on the smaller girl, nuzzling her shoulder.
"San," Rachel whined, squirming. "I want to go shower."
The girl made an incoherent noise, biting down on the smaller girl's shoulder.
"Baby," Rachel whimpered.
"No."
"But I feel icky."
"No. Sleep."
"San," Rachel husked.
The brunette peeked an eye open.
"I'll make you breakfast in just my apron."
Santana propped her chin up against the pillow, giving the shorter girl a thoughtful look. She sighed before releasing the girl, pouting when she pulled out of her arms.
"You could always join me, you know," Rachel flirted, winking.
Santana grinned sleepily, running a hand through her messy hair.
"Tempting, but I needs my beauty sleep. This sex appeal doesn't just happen."
Rachel rolled her eyes as she exited the room, putting an extra swing in her steps. Santana let her eyes scan her girlfriend's naked form before lying back down.
Rachel turned the water on hot, smiling at the memory of the night before. Santana loved her. And she told her. Fighting the urge to squeal and dance around, she stepped into the stream of the water.
Forty-five minutes later, Rachel emerged, wrapping a towel around her head. Santana groaned when the shorter girl entered the room singing.
"San, do you want to watch me cook breakfast?"
Santana groaned and rolled out of bed, pulling on her white, fluffy robe.
"Alright, Berry. I'm up."
Rachel walked past her, kissing her cheek before entering the kitchen, her hair still damp on her shoulders. She pulled on her apron and started to pull ingredients out of the fridge.
Santana stood at the coffee maker, watching lecherously as each drop of the deep, brown liquid pooled in the glass pot.
"San?"
"Hmm?"
"I love you," Rachel said nervously, eyes desperately searching for Santana's.
Santana turned toward her, her eyes a little wide. Rachel bit her lip in anticipation.
"I … I love you too, Rach."
Rachel grinned, launching herself at the other girl, kissing all over her face.
"Baby, I need coffee if we're gonna do this."
"Forget coffee."
"Raaaachhhh…," Santana whined.
"Would you rather drink me or coffee?"
"I thought you were going to cook for me."
"We can eat later. Food, that is," Rachel grinned, biting her lip.
Santana rolled her eyes.
"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day," Santana stated firmly, letting her eyes roam the smaller girl's form. "And I wants to watch my hot ass girlfriend cook for me."
Rachel sighed, relenting as she headed back to collect her ingredients.
Santana poured her cup of coffee, moaning as the rich drink met her lips. Rachel scoffed. Santana and her damn coffee.
"So what's on the menu this morning, Chef Berry?"
"Omelets. Real for you, vegan for me."
"Sounds good," Santana chuckled, watching as Rachel struggled to reach plates from the cabinet.
Rachel whipped around, pouting her lower lip.
"What?"
"Will you get the plates?"
"Why don't you get the step-ladder?"
Rachel frowned.
"Fine. I'll get them," Santana sighed exaggeratedly, dragging herself from her seat.
Rachel's face split into a beaming smile. She walked behind the taller girl, pulling the robe off one shoulder, kissing the skin she found.
"Hey. Breakfast first, shorty."
Rachel pouted yet again.
"Had I known telling you I loved you would make you this horny, I would've done it sooner."
Rachel's mouth dropped open.
"Santana! That statement is not in the slightest bit romantic or appreciated!"
"I never said I was Casanova."
Rachel frowned, scrambling eggs in a glass bowl. Santana sipped her coffee in silence. Rachel flipped Santana's omelet onto a plate and placed it in front of the girl, turning to make her own.
"Thanks, Rach."
Rachel shrugged in response.
"Oh come on, baby. It was a joke."
"It wasn't funny," Rachel mumbled. "You finally say the words I've been waiting for for months and then throw out that you just said it to get into my pants."
"Rachel, I didn't mean it like that."
"Of course not."
Santana sighed, taking a bite of her omelet.
"You are an idiot, Rachel Berry."
"You are not helping your case, Santana Lopez."
"No. What I mean is that you're stupid to think that."
"Really not helping your case," Rachel told her, glaring at the pan containing her breakfast.
"I just can't believe you'd think that little of me," Santana told her, finishing her omelet before getting up to go shower.
Rachel threw her hands up in frustration.
"What am I supposed to think when you went from sleeping with every willing thing that had legs and a vagina to wanting to be with me? Am I not just some conquest too? Am I just easy sex for you now?"
"Oh fuck off, Rachel," Santana told her, slamming the bathroom door shut. Tears stung her eyes as she turned the shower on as hot as it could be.
Rachel wanted to scream when she realized she'd burned her omelet. She took the pan and dumped the food into the trash, slamming cabinets, dumping dishes into the sink.
The shorter girl dropped down onto the couch, pulling her knees to her chest.
Half an hour later, Santana emerged, walking straight into their bedroom, locking the door behind her.
How could Rachel think that? How does she not see how much I fucking care about her?
