A/N: sorry for the late update gang. Finals are killing me. But I really love all of the reviews and alerts I received for this story. I really appreciate the praise and /or criticism. So, finals are almost done and I'll have all break to relax with family and just write. So expect updates every coupla days. And since it's been a minute, I made this one a bit longer than the last one.

So, enjoy and don't forget to review.

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing related to Glee. If i did, Naya, Brad and the fans would write the show and Santana would be paired with all of the girls at some point because face it; she makes any ship hot.

Chapter 2

"Rach?" Santana yells from outside her shared bedroom door.

"What?" Rachel replies from the other side.

"Why the hell are we doing this anyway? We already have a creative," she puts up air quotes, "'girlfriends bonding time' activity. Why can't we just keep going to that art class of yours?"

"Because, honey, you spent the entire time painting breasts with faces on them saying things like, 'this class sucks. Suck on me instead'."

"Hey, it took me ten minutes to come up with that little nugget of gold, my little leprechaun," Santana says, laughing. "But, hey, the teacher did say to paint our favorite things."

"And you thought breasts would be appropriate?"

"Well it was either that or a vagina,"

"Omigod."

"But I didn't know how to draw one."

"You're disgusting."

"But you'd think that with how many times I've seen one, I'd know how to paint one but what can you do?" She shrugs and walks away from the door and over to the kitchen table where she picks up a DVD box cleverly titled, "Yoga 101". She reads through the list of moves on the back before asking, "Rachel, what the hell is a 'downward facing dog' anyway?"

"Seriously?" Rachel asks as she exits their bedroom. She's dressed in black tank top and a pair of black biker shorts. "You seriously have no idea what it is?"

"Am I supposed to?"

"Santana Lopez has no idea about yoga? Honey, you were a cheerleader. Wasn't yoga a like a major part of your training to keep fit and flexible?" Rachel says, picking up two purple yoga mats and spreading them out on the floor next to each other.

"First of all; yoga isn't the only way a person can stay fit and flexible," the Latina says, raising one perfectly shaped eyebrow.

"That's crude," Rachel chastises from over her shoulder.

"But true. Second, Coach Sylvester didn't let us do yoga because she said that only pansies like gay men and middle-aged women do yoga."

"Well, we're gay, we're close to middle-aged and we're women so we're doing it."

"I'm twenty-six. Don't you dare age me. Twenty-six is nowhere near middle-age and does this," Santana gestures to herself, "look like the body of a damn middle-aged woman?"

"No baby. No it does not. Now will you put that DVD box down and get your ass over here. I promise it'll be fun and productive." Santana rolls her eyes and sighs. The things she does for her woman.

Walking over to the mats spread out on the floor in front of the living room couch, Santana watches as her girlfriend leans forward with both hands extended until they reach the ground and her ass pointed in the air. "See, this is how you do the downward facing dog," Rachel says, turning her head slightly to look at the Latina who, of course, is smirking.

"And this," she slaps Rachel square in the ass, "is the best view ever." Rachel's jerks upward and turns quickly to face the Latina.

"Dammit Santana! That hurt, "she says rubbing her ass with the biggest pout on her face that Santana's ever seen.

"Sorry baby but seriously, why haven't you showed me this before now? Because, well, just, damn. Have I told you how much I love your ass?"

"Yes. A lot actually and that's why I take classes without you because I knew you'd spend your time either checking me out or finding some way to turn everything in the class into a sexual innuendo like commenting on how my superior flexibility is good for the bedroom."

"Ya damn right. I totally just found my new favorite non-sexual activity."

"I swear Santana; sometimes I think you only love me for my body."

"Sometimes? Well damn. And here I thought I was making it quite obvious that I only love you for your body."

"SANTANA!" The taller girl laughs and dodges the smaller brunette's attempted punch to the arm. Her laugher stops abruptly and she stands at the opposite side of the room with her hands on her hips.

"Hold the hell on. Did you say you have superior flexibility?"

"Well yes. I know you used to be a cheerleader and all but I've been taking yoga classes since I was about eight years old so I think my flexibility surpasses yours."

"Whatever you say, Lil' D." The small brunette smiles and feels her chest swell when she hears her favorite term of endearment. At first having her girlfriend call her a "little Diva" kind of annoyed her but after she found out Santana called her that with no malice at all, she grew to love it. "So, just out of curiosity, how flexible are you really?" Rachel looks at the Latina and sees that certain look in her eyes that never fails to appear when they're alone together for more than 5 minutes. She quickly realizes that yoga isn't going to happen today.

"Enough," she says, trying to maintain the right amount of ambiguity.

"Well I can think of another thing that can test that theory and scientists have proven that it's a damn good workout." Santana puts her hands softly on Rachel's shoulders and slowly guides her into a sitting position on the couch.

"I thought you said that yoga was your new favorite non-sexual activity," Rachel asks, as the taller brunette moves to straddle her hips; effectively pinning her down into the couch.

"Well true. Yoga is my favorite non-sexual activity because hopefully, if my own girlfriend would stop fuckin' cockblockin' with all her damn talking, will lead to my favorite sexual activity."

"You are insatiable, you know that?" Rachel puts her hands firmly on either side of her girlfriend's hips and gently squeezes.

"You love it. So, is that a yes?" Instead of responding, Rachel just fists Santana's tank top and pulls her into a searing kiss. She knew that introducing Santana to yoga would benefit them both and who cares if they actually follow that DVD? It's not like they can't try some of the poses in another context all together. Yep. Challenge accepted.