"There you go, Munchkin. That's the last of your stuff." Santana said as she set the last box of Rachel's stuff down in the living room of her... their apartment. After weeks of discussing it (Rachel's choice, not hers. She was completely ready to just have the diva move in), Rachel and Santana had decided to take the next step in their relationship and live together. Neither one of them felt like looking for a new apartment, so they decided that Rachel would move into Santana's loft, since it was the bigger of the two apartments. "Are you unpacking yet?" Rachel squealed and clapped her hands.
"San, this is going to be amazing!" she said, throwing her arms around her girlfriend's neck and pulling her into a hug. Santana smiled softly.
"Yea, it is." she agreed, hugging back. "Let's get you settled in, mi amor." Rachel smiled.
"I love you." she said. Santana kissed her girlfriend.
"I love you too." she said, stepping away from Rachel. "We really should start unpacking your stuff."
"But I'm tired." Rachel said, pouting. Santana scoffed.
"From what? I did most of the lifting." she said. Rachel smiled sheepishly. "Fine. We can unpack tomorrow, but these boxes are not staying in my loft for very long. Things will get put away and soon."
"Deal." Rachel said, giggling as she fell onto the couch. "Baby."
"Yes?" Santana asked, turning toward her girlfriend to see her holding her arms open. "You want to hold me?" Rachel nodded. "Yea, okay." Santana said, moving to lay down on the couch.
"Want to watch a movie? You can choose." Rachel offered. Santana grinned.
"Let's watch Stick It." she said. Rachel laughed.
"Okay." she said, getting up and putting the DVD in the player before sitting back down. Santana instantly put her head in Rachel's lap and grabbed the diva's hand. "I'm really glad we did this." Santana smiled up at the diva.
"So am I, Munchkin." she said, kissing Rachel's hand. "I love you."
"I love you too." Rachel whispered, leaning down to kiss her girlfriend.
"Rachel, if I wanted magazines piled neatly on my coffee table, I would have done it myself." Santana said as calmly as she could. Rachel huffed.
"I'm just trying to make this place less you and more us. This is our loft now and I want it to reflect both of our personalities." she said. Santana felt her resolve slipping away.
"I'm sorry. You're right, this is our loft now and it should reflect us, both as a couple and as individuals. They're just magazines. If it's that important to you, then I'll leave them like that." she said. Rachel smiled as Santana hugged her.
"Thank you, baby." she whispered.
"Anything for you Rachel." Santana promised, kissing the top of Rachel's head.
A/N: I know this one is shorter, but I made the mistake of starting it and then falling asleep. Definitely lost my train of thought. I'll try to make the next ones longer!
