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Chapter 2

Santana walked into the apartment stopping in the entrance to take in a deep breath. Her eyes fluttered shut and the aroma of something good filled her nose.

"I love when Quinn cooks." Santana mumbled to herself, shutting the door and tossing her jacket into a random place in the small foyer, eager to see what the blonde was cooking up for dinner. When she rounded the corner her smile grew at the sight before her. It wasn't food, but instead something even more delicious; Quinn bent over sliding something into the oven. "I love when you cook." She quietly said coming to stand behind her, both hands fully grasping a jean clad ass before sliding to Quinn's hips to pull her closer.

"Umm, Santana?" the woman in front of her questioned, "Although I do appreciate the unexpected love for my cooking, I find it highly inappropriate to greet me in such a way."

The voice registered with Santana's ears, her eyes going wide with shock, "RACHEL!?"

Rachel stood up straight with a smile, looking over her shoulder to greet her friend, "Yep!"

"Oh god!" Santana backed away hands up in the air, "Oh god, Quinn!?"

Quinn entered the kitchen a few seconds later, "You two are already fighting?" She asked her eyes going to an amused looking Rachel and then scanning to find a horrified looking Santana. "What's going on?"

"I..I..." Santana stuttered before looking over to her girlfriend, "I grabbed Rachel Berry's ass."

Quinn walked forward, grabbing her forearm and tugging her close.

"I thought it was you." Santana pouted, wrapping her arms around Quinn and hiding her face in the blonde's neck. "It was Rachel Berry." She whispered, which caused Quinn to lightly laugh. "My phalanges were wrapped around Rachel's tight ass."

"Okay too much detail, babe." Quinn cooed, giving Rachel an apologetic look.

"It's okay, Santana." Rachel assured, "It was a mistake. You thought I was Quinn. Just, please be a little more alert next time." She said rubbing her backside, "Jesse doesn't grab me that hard."

"Because he's weak." Santana murmured, lifting her head to look at Quinn. Quinn could swear she almost saw tears in her eyes.

"Baby, you're being so dramatic right now." Quinn laughed, cupping Santana's cheeks, "Would it make you feel better if you grabbed my ass?"

Santana nodded, "Maybe your boobs too?"

Quinn rolled her eyes and tugged her down the hall and into the office, "I have to finish up a few things." She said guiding Santana to sit down behind her desk, and then sitting in her lap, "Just don't be too distracting."

Santana smiled, wrapping her arms around Quinn's waist, enjoying the closeness. She allowed Quinn to type for a few minutes, before finally speaking up, "You're letting her cook us a weird meal?"

"She insisted." Quinn said, "And she promised it would be something we all enjoy. It's for letting her stay here." She leaned back resting her hands over Santana's, "Babe, she's our friend be nice." She pleaded pressing a kiss to her cheek, "For me."

"I am nice."

Quinn nodded, "I know, you've grown a lot." She teased, "But she's staying with us for a few days, you're going to get annoyed. I know you."

Santana sighed, "Okay okay." She said shaking her head, "Rachel is a good friend. I'll just try and not be around her a lot."

Quinn shook her head and with a sarcastic remark, replied "Oh that's nice, San, just avoid her."

"Don't you have work to do?" Santana asked pointing to the laptop that was sitting in front of them. She was tired of getting lectured and she just wanted to try and forget that Rachel was there, and that her ass was in her hands only minutes ago.

Quinn nodded and made herself comfortable in Santana's lap and then went back to the case she was working on.

Inevitably, Santana grew bored. So, Santana being Santana, she slipped her hands under Quinn's shirt and began drawing lazy circles over a taut stomach. When Quinn didn't protest and instead flexed and sat up straighter, Santana moved her hands higher.

Quinn let out a satisfied low moan. She had a big case coming up and she had been working nonstop at the office and even at home, she figured she deserved a small break. "San, could you maybe move your hands to my back?" She pleaded leaning forward a bit to give her girlfriend room to massage.

Santana moved her fingers to Quinn's back, massaging the tense muscles. "Lots of knots, Quinn." Santana commented, working her hands and fingers up the middle of her back, smiling when she reached the hook of Quinn's bra. "This is in my way..."

Quinn just mumbled something with a nod, arching her back and pushing into Santana's fingers a little more. Quinn let Santana work her magic, the muscles in her back loving her for it. Her eyes fluttered shut and her body began relaxing into Santana's touch, her head automatically titling to the side when soft lips brushed the dip of her neck. She didn't even notice Santana had taken her shirt off allowing perfect white teeth to scrape along her skin and then suddenly two warm hands were cupping her boobs, which caused her to snap out of it.

"Santana!"

Santana froze, her lips inches from Quinn's earlobe, "What?"

Quinn sat up, finding her shirt on the ground and her bra hanging off of her, "How do you do that!?"

"Pamper my girlfriend?"

Quinn climbed off of her, adjusting herself to put her bra back on, "San, I have so much work to do. I don't have time for this." She said grabbing her arm and tugging her out of the chair.

"Quinn..."

"We can fool around tonight. Maybe."

Santana huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, "I hate when you work on a big case."

Quinn picked her shirt up from the ground and walked Santana to the door, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips, "I'm sorry."

"Whatever." Santana mumbled turning and heading out of the office, shutting the door behind her to let Quinn have some peace. She slowly walked down the hallway peeking her head around the corner, making eye contact with Rachel.

"You could help me set the table?" Rachel asked turning to grab some plates from the cupboard.

"As if." Santana mumbled, going over to flop on the couch, kicking her shoes off and propping her feet onto the table. She grabbed a Cosmo and began reading it, bummed out she couldn't have any fun with Quinn. After a few pages, she looked up smirking in Rachel's direction, "Any chance you could bring me a drink?"

Rachel rose a brow, setting the last utensil on the table, "As if."

Santana scoffed, but smiled, "Oh, and the bickering begins."

Rachel shrugged, "Just like our times in the loft, I suppose."

Santana pushed herself up from the couch heading over to the open kitchen and grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. After taking a drink she peered into a pot that seemed to be simmering on the stove, "So, what exactly are you cooking?"

"It's spaghetti sauce." Rachel rolled eyes due to Santana's facial expression. "Yes it's meatless, but still just as good." She said walking over and opening the oven to check on the garlic bread she had inside.

"Whoa, garlic bread too?"

"Yeah." Rachel answered, "withdairyfreecheese." She quickly said shutting the oven to check on something else,

"Um, dairy free cheese?"

When Rachel didn't answer, Santana shook her head, "No, no, no. We use real cheese in this house."

"It tastes just the same, Santana."

"Dairy free cheese? Oh dios mio."

Rachel watched her leave the kitchen and head back over to the couch. She definitely wasn't about to tell her that the sauce was going to be used on squash instead of actual noodles. She would wait until Quinn was around for that.

A little bit later, Quinn and Santana were sat at the table, while Rachel served them.

"I feel bad, let me help you." Quinn offered.

Rachel shook her head, "No way. You guys are letting me stay here for free, so I am going to serve you dinner."

"You can't call it dinner if there isn't any actual food product in it." Santana stated and it caused Quinn's elbow to connect right into her ribs.

"Ow."

"We will love whatever you made for us." Quinn smiled.

"Don't eat the garlic bread." Santana said and quickly covered her side from any hits from Quinn, but instead she just received a warning glare.

Finally everything was laid out in front of them and Rachel nervously watched Santana's reaction.

"You said you made spaghetti." Santana said.

Rachel moved to stand on the other side of where Quinn was sitting, having the blonde in between her and Santana felt like a safe thing to do. "I said I made spaghetti sauce."

"This is spaghetti squash." Quinn turned to look at Santana, "It's just as good, my mom used to make it all the time." And then turned to look up at Rachel, "Thank you, everything looks great, have a seat, Rach."

"I uh..." Rachel peaked over at Santana who was still staring at her plate of food, catching herself ducking when Santana reached for the salt.

"Rachel." Quinn smiled, "What's wrong, time to eat."

"Sorry." Rachel said, backing up and moving to sit across from the couple, nervously waiting for a reaction from Santana. "I hope you like it."

Quinn nodded, already chewing a bite and swallowing before speaking, "It tastes great." She said and then looked over at Santana who had brought a forkful up to her mouth, but paused so she could stick her tongue out to get a taste. "Just eat it already." Quinn said and finally Santana stuck the fork in her mouth, taking slow bites, but then nodded in approval.

"It's good." Santana said taking another bite, looking anywhere else but Rachel as she said in a quiet voice, "Thank you, Rachel."

Rachel smiled, satisfied her dinner had turned out. "You're welcome." She happily replied, relaxing and finally eating.

After enjoying their dinner, Santana stood up and began clearing the dishes, Rachel looking from the dark haired beauty and back to Quinn a little surprised.

"I taught her well." Quinn teased with a wink.

"I remember in the loft her clothes used to be scattered everywhere."

"Oh god, she's good at cleaning the kitchen, but yes her clothes are everywhere." Quinn said nodding in agreement with Rachel.

"Okay, I can hear you." Santana said coming back to the table to grab some more stuff, "And you used to love wearing my stuff, Rach, and you, Quinn love seeing me walk around the apartment in just my bra and panties while I search for something to wear." With that she turned on her heels and headed back over to the sink.

Quinn shrugged standing up to help, "Well she's not wrong."

Rachel stood up as well to begin helping, but Quinn shook her head, "We'll clean up, you can go and get yourself unpacked and ready for the evening." She assured, "I know you have a night time routine."

Rachel was about to protest, she was the one who made the mess after all, but Quinn just shook her head and pointed her in the direction of the spare bedroom. "Just let me know if you need anything."

"Thank you, Quinn." Rachel finally complied with a smile and then headed into the spare bedroom.

A while later after everything was cleaned up and all that, the three of them settled in the living room to unwind for a bit before bed. Rachel was curled up on the loveseat by herself reading her script, while Quinn was cuddled into Santana's side on the couch, the both of them zoned out watching TV.

Rachel tried to focus on reading her lines, but every so often she caught herself staring in the direction of Santana and Quinn. It had been two years since they had been a couple and yet she was still fascinated by it. They were so much alike yet so different at the same time. Not to mention she thought Quinn was the queen of all straight women up until she found out about the night of Mr. Schue's failed wedding.

"You can take a picture." Santana smirked looking over to Rachel.

"I...sorry." Rachel softly smiled. She was honestly just happy for the both of them. Santana could be hard to get along with sometimes, but it didn't mean she didn't deserve to be happy. And Quinn had been through so much, she definitely deserved all the happiness and sometimes she still couldn't fathom that most of that happiness was because of Santana.

"What are you thinking about?" Quinn lazily asked turning her head to look at Rachel. "You and the rest of them always give us that look once in a while."

"Jealous." Santana simply said her fingers combing through Quinn's hair.

Rachel shifted a bit awkwardly, before smirking with a shrug, "You two are cute together. I don't know."

"We're hot together." Santana corrected.

"I know." Quinn smiled pulling away to press a kiss to Santana's cheek, "It took us long enough to figure it out." She said as she stood up pulling Santana up with her, shutting the TV off to indicate that she wanted to go to sleep.

"Things just have a funny way of working out I guess." Rachel smirked.

"Well," Santana began as Quinn tugged her towards the bedroom, "just don't be weird and watch us while we're sleeping, okay?"

Rachel blushed, but she also rolled her eyes, "I promise you that will not happen."

"Goodnight, Rachel. " Quinn smiled, squeezing her shoulder as she walked behind the loveseat and toward the bedroom, "Santana likes it cold at night, so extra blankets are in the closet in the spare bedroom. Help yourself to anything else."

"Thank you again." Rachel called over her shoulder, "Goodnight." She added watching the two disappear down the hallway. She sighed grabbing her phone to send Jesse a quick goodnight text and then headed into the spare room for the night.

Quinn walked out of the bathroom, finding Santana was already sprawled out on the bed, "So, which will it be?"

Santana's eyebrow arched, turning her head in Quinn's direction, her girlfriend in a tight tank top and boy shorts. "Huh?"

Quinn pumped some lotion into her hand, smoothing it down her arms, "I'm too tired to really do anything tonight." She said with an apologetic tone, "But after that incident with your hands and Rachel Berry's ass..." She paused to smile slyly, "I did promise you could grab my ass or boobs." She explained, "So you pick."

"Oh!" Santana grinned, her eyes running slowly up and down Quinn's body. Her decision was quickly made when the blonde bent over to apply lotion to her legs and one of her favourite assets was staring her right in the face, "Ass, definitely your ass."

Quinn nodded with approval, "Perfect." She said crawling into bed, "My favourite sleeping position." She stated before shutting the lamp off and then turning to settle against Santana. Her head on Santana's chest, their legs intertwined and her hand resting comfortably on Santana's bare stomach.

Santana's hand quickly found a spot on the blonde's butt giving it a small squeeze, before relaxing into the mattress. She pressed a kiss to the top of Quinn's head and shut her eyes.

"Rachel made us dinner. You didn't try and hurt her." Quinn mumbled as she started to drift off to sleep. "I don't know what Kurt was talking about? Her staying here is going to be fine."

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The next day Quinn was eating her words as she tried to talk to a panicked Rachel over the phone.

"Quinn, I'm so sorry. I know I'm bothering you at work." Rachel panted having no choice but to call Quinn's work phone to get help, "Please come back home. Santana is going to kill me!" She screamed.

Quinn flinched when she heard something crash through the phone, "What's going on!?"

"I was just trying to do something nice. AH! Santana!"

Quinn rolled her eyes. It was Friday afternoon. She supposed she could just leave early and work from home for the weekend. It was probably a better idea than having to defend her girlfriend in court for the murder of Rachel Berry. "Okay, okay...just. I'll be home as soon as I can."

"Hurry!"

Quinn sighed not sure if Rachel was being overdramatic or if Santana was really that pissed. She pulled her cell phone out, her eyes going wide when she saw she had 12 text messages and 4 missed calls from Santana. She quickly packed up her things and hailed the first cab she saw paying him extra to make it quick. Once she pulled up to their apartment building she ran to the elevator pushing the buttons repeatedly, wondering if that even helped motivate the elevator to arrive faster. As soon as it opened on their floor she quickly made it to the door and flung it open.

"Santana!"

"Te voy a vencer!"

"Great, she's yelling in Spanish." Quinn followed her girlfriend's angry voice, finding her pounding on the bathroom door, "Santana."

Santana's head snapped in Quinn's direction her eyes full of rage, "She shrunk everything!"

"I was just trying to be helpful." Came a scared voice muffled by the door.

Santana grabbed a dress that was on the ground, holding it up for Quinn to look at. Quinn chewed her bottom lip and nodded, Rachel fucked up. Santana could wear it, maybe just for her in the privacy of their bedroom, but it definitely wasn't appropriate to wear in public anymore.

"That's not the only one." Santana growled throwing the dress against the wall and pounding on the bathroom door again, "You're going to have to come out sometime!"

"It's a bathroom. I can stay in here for a lifetime." Rachel countered.

The palm of Santana's hand slammed into the wood once again, furious, "I'm going to unhinge the door then!"

"Quinn!" Rachel screamed.

Quinn approached Santana, setting a gentle hand on her shoulder. It wasn't the first time she had to calm her girlfriend down, "I know you're mad." She softly said, "But Santana I can buy you another dress."

"That's not the point!"

Quinn sighed, sliding her hand down Santana's arm and lacing their fingers together tugging her close, "Santana." She calmly said "Look at me."

"Don't talk to me like I'm a child."

"Well stop acting like one."

Santana finally looked at Quinn, if only because she was a little offended.

"Yeah." Quinn nodded, pulling on her arm again, finally getting Santana to cave and come closer. "Let's go take a few breaths in the bedroom?"

Santana sighed turning to the bathroom door, slamming her hand against it one last time to give Rachel another scare, before letting Quinn pull her into their bedroom. Quinn made Santana sit on the bed and she stood in between her legs, resting her hands on Santana's shoulders.

"So, she cleaned up after you and shrunk your clothes?" Quinn asked trying to get all the details.

Santana nodded, "What adult doesn't know how to do stupid laundry!?"

Quinn smirked titling her head a bit, "Gee I wonder?"

"Shut up, Quinn. I know how to properly do laundry without ruining anything. My bad habit is keeping my clothes lying around."

Quinn sighed, brushing some of Santana's hair out of her face, "Baby, they're just clothes."

"Maybe some of them are just clothes." Santana mumbled.

"What's that supposed to mean." Quinn questioned confused by her statement.

Santana shrugged, "Never mind."

"Tell me what you mean and maybe I'll understand why it provoked you to almost kill Rachel."

"Almost?"

"Santana, please?"

Santana turned her head, finding the wall a lot more interesting than anything else. "I don't want to say."

Quinn cupped her cheeks, gently turning Santana to look up at her, "Santana?"

They both had a stare down for a few seconds, before Santana huffed and rolled her eyes, finding herself repeating Quinn's question from the night before, "How do you do that?"

Quinn smirked in success, waiting for Santana to explain.

"You don't recognize that dress?" Santana asked referring to the one she was holding up before.

"Yeah, it was..." Quinn paused her face falling with compassion, "Aw, San." She whispered sitting on Santana's thigh, "That was the dress you wore when you asked to be my girlfriend."

Santana bit her lip and nodded, "It even still had the wine stain on it." She smirked, "Remember I knocked the wine glass over because I was so nervous?"

Quinn lightly laughed, pressing a kiss to her temple and then stood up, "Yes, I remember everything from that night, one of the happiest nights of my life."

Santana nodded feeling herself starting to relax a bit, watching as Quinn went to her nightstand to pull something out. "That's why I was so pissed."

"I can understand that." Quinn agreed, "But, Rachel was just trying to do something nice for us." She explained, "Also we have another reminder of that night." Quinn said handing Santana a picture.

Santana took the photo to look at it. Sure enough it was the night they were talking about. Santana was in that dress, wine stain and all, Quinn also in a dress. In the photo they were standing close, both smiling at each other, the memory causing Santana to smile.

"Rachel took that picture." Quinn quietly said,

"I know." Santana whispered.

Quinn waited a few minutes, giving Santana some time to process.

"So you're not going to hurt or kill Rachel?"

Santana leaned back on her hands and shook her head, "No." She answered, but there was a twinkle in her eyes, "Not today." She smirked.

Quinn smiled patting Santana on the head before leaving the room to retrieve Rachel, "It's okay you can come out from hiding now."

"Is she tied down?" Rachel called out.

Quinn laughed, "She's not tied down. She is calmed down though. Still mad at you, but she won't hurt you."

"That's fair." Rachel said slowly opening the door of the bathroom, a blast from the past suddenly washing over her, "She's not going to slushie me is she?"

"No." Quinn promised a bit unsurely, "Well I don't know, you might want to be on guard. I can't tame her 24/7."

"Quinn!?"

"She won't slushie you." Quinn laughed

"Okay." Rachel said letting out a slow breath and walking out of the bathroom. "I feel so bad."

"It's okay. She'll be fine." Quinn said wrapping an arm around Rachel's shoulders, "But from now on just relax, you're our guest. Let us take care of you."

Rachel nodded, "I have to leave for rehearsal anyway. So at least I'll be out of Santana's way for a few hours."

"Okay." Quinn said, giving her a squeeze, and then she headed into her office, pulling her phone out and quickly dialing a number. It rang twice before the person answered, "Kurt, you were right this was a bad idea!"

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