"You do know that it's not at all easy San."

"Yeah I know." She said, turning around to face the other girl.

"Then why'd you do it?"

"For you."

Rachel had had enough; she needed to know what game Santana was playing, and why? The school slut was being nice to her. The same slut who tossed Slushies in her face everyday for the past four years. Well Rachel Berry was going to find out, whether Santana liked it or not.

Santana sighed, sensing the awkwardness, "Look, I'm sorry, I just- never mind." She said, getting some plates out of the cupboard.

"No go on." Rachel said, a little firmer than she had hoped,

"No Rachel, you don't need to know." She said, placing the plates down on the counter.

"Um, yeah I do, it's about me Santana, and therefore it's my business." Rachel demanded, walking towards Santana.

"No, you'll just freak out," the Latina said, grabbing the pizza box and placing several slices on her plate.

"What if I promise I won't?" the diva said gentler, as she got handed her plate also with pizza now on.

"You still would."

"Ok, fine, don't tell me now but if you don't tell me by tonight, I'm going home because as much as I enjoy your company you're making me feel uncomfortable." Rachel said.

Santana simply nodded in return and made her way back into her spacious living room, "Did you bring any DVDs?" she asked.

"No, sorry I forgot." Rachel said.

"Oh, ok, well after we've finished eating, we can go out and buy you some new ones." The Latina replied, sitting down on the large couch.

"Mmh, thanks but I'm ok." She said, sitting next to her and taking a bite of her pizza.

"Ok, well um, what do you normally do on a Friday night?" Santana asked.

"Nothing really, sing, rehearse, cook, that's basically it."

"What about when you put the weird things on your face and lie on your bed?" Santana pointed out.

"Oh, that, that's just meditation with some face mas- wait, how do you know that Santana?" Rachel said, panicking.

Shit, why did I say that? Way to keep it cool Lopez, I have to tell her… ok. "I'm going to tell you now,"

"Tell me what?" The smaller brunette said shakily.

"What you wanted to know in the kitchen,"

"O-Ok."

Santana took a little cough, remembering what she planned before, "Rachel, I um, I think that your eyes are the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen in the world and I think that your voice is so, so perfect and that your legs are, are so beautiful and you yourself is beautiful and adorable and the way that your nose crinkles and your eyebrows do that weird thing that they do is adorable, you're adorable and beautiful and um- gorgeous. I'm just gonna say it Rachel, I- um, I just, I love you."

Rachel put her plate on the table to the side of her and stared into space. Did she just, did Santana just- no… yes, she did but no… she couldn't have I need to check. "You love me?" she whispered, her voice cracking a little in the middle.

Santana nodded and whispered a tiny, "yes."

Rachel opened and closed her mouth, trying to speak but with no words actually coming out, finally she managed to put some speech together, "But you can't, this is a joke, a practical joke, Santana it's not funny." She said, turning to look at the brunette sitting next to her.

"It isn't a joke Rachel," Santana replied darkly and turning to make eye contact with Rachel.

"Well. I just I- Santana this isn't-" She was cut off by Santana's lips on hers, at first she was stiff but then she relaxed and pushed back, soon it became a small battle and it wasn't until Rachel pushed her tongue out, did Santana pull away.

"Do you believe me now?" Santana asked.

Rachel nodded, muttering a "tease."

"I'm sorry what?" Santana said, smirking to herself.

Rachel smiled, and said louder, "tease."

"Oh really?" Santana flirted.

"Mhm, tease." Rachel replied, trying to contain her laughter.

"Well, then I guess you don't want me to do it again-"

"-I do." Rachel cut in.

Santana smiled, this was easier than she thought, "Ok, but first I need to ask you something."

Rachel nodded, "Anything."

"Do you have some sort of feelings for me?"

"I don't know, I mean, it's hard not to be attracted to Santana Lopez, I know I'm not 100% straight so I just- don't know."

Santana could work with that and she took that as a positive answer, "Ok," she said, "that's perfectly fine."

Rachel smiled and fiddled with her fingers, "So, can you kiss me again?"

Santana giggled and moved closer to Rachel, "Sure Rach." And with that, Santana kissed Rachel again, gentle but passionate, soft but hungrily, weak and strong.

Authors Note: Sorry it's a short one but I have writers block. Again, reviews are always nice.