Author's Note: The great thing about these is that I can just work on them throughout the day and have more updates out sooner. Thank you all for the support so far! I uploaded this last night and realized this morning I somehow had a hybrid Six Word Story that was actually a Nine Word Story so..I just edited it a bit and reposted!
Six Word Story: "I liked you, it wasn't mutual."
Rachel fiddled with her phone nervously as she sat at the kitchen table waiting for Santana to get home.
Kurt was out for the night with Adam which gave her the perfect opportunity to finally talk to Santana about something Quinn had said to her earlier in the week.
She had said it in passing, waving it off as meaningless.
"It was like, a billion years ago, Rach! I can't believe you didn't know." Quinn had said with a laugh before turning their conversation back to whatever she was talking about before getting distracted.
Truthfully, it had been bothering Rachel all week.
How could she not have noticed?
She kept going back and looking for the signs, only seeing the pure hate that radiated off of the cheerleader.
Rachel sighed as she drummed he fingers on the table, of course Santana would pick today to be late.
Her damn Mexican third eye was probably on high alert.
"Jeez, Berry, I could hear you sighing from the damn diner. What's got your rainbow and kitten panties in a bunch?" Santana teased as she slid into the loft.
Rachel jumped up quickly, "You're late. You're never late, and when you are you usually tell me."
Santana gave the singer a funny look, "Okay, sorry, mom. The subway broke down and I was stuck between some prepubescent boy and an old Asian lady who was carrying a fish head in her purse, so don't ruin whatever good mood I have left."
"Sorry. I just..I need to talk to you about something. Please." Rachel said as she sat on the couch, gesturing for Santana to join her.
"God, you're not pregnant again, are you?" Santana asked as she sat down, putting her feet in Rachel's lap.
Rachel shook her head silently as she pulled the cheap, rubber boots off of Santana.
"It's just something Quinn said."
Santana groaned, "You shouldn't listen to anything Q says, that girl has had more personalities than I can keep track of."
Rachel smiled as she though about high school Quinn, the girl definitely went through many different personalities.
But who didn't try multiple times to find themselves in high school?
"It was something about...well, you. Quinn may have let it slip that you had a crush on me in high school." Rachel said nervously, lifting her head to see Santana's reaction.
Santana froze as she started to pull her legs off the girl's lap, "Preggers is still insane I see."
Rachel gripped Santana's hand softly, "San.."
Santana sighed as she sat back down, "I liked you. It wasn't mutual."
"End of story." She added firmly with a deep frown, not wanting to get into it further.
"How come you never told me?" Rachel questioned, biting her lip.
Santana rolled her eyes, "I did, you never answered so I let it go. No hard feelings, besides I know you don't swing that way. Is this why you've been weird all week?"
Rachel stared at Santana in confusion, she remembered almost everything about high school.
She could tell someone her class schedule from freshman to senior year, teachers included, without missing a beat.
She could name every student in all of those classes, too.
She could remember every song and dance number from glee club easily.
She definitely would remember Santana confessing her feelings.
"Santana, you never told me. I would remember if you had." Rachel said stubbornly.
"I texted you one night, it was the summer before senior year. It was probably a few weeks after we got back from New York, you were too wrapped up in Frankenteen. It's fine, Rachel." Santana said with a smile.
Rachel shook her head, "You didn't. I'm telling you I would remember. The first text I ever received from you was about practicing for Mr. Shue's proposal, and that was only after I programmed my number into your phone and made you promise to text me."
"You're wrong, that doesn't even make sense. I had your number, I had to bribe Zizes for it because she was the only one around." Santana said with a frown, remembering the necklace she had given the girl in exchange for Rachel's number.
"Lauren Zizes?" Rachel asked in confusion.
"The one and only. Bitch wouldn't give me your number unless I gave her my necklace." Santana muttered bitterly.
"Santana...I never gave Lauren my phone number. I figured she wasn't an important asset to glee club, so I didn't need her number and vice versa." Rachel said slowly.
Santana stared at the singer for a long while, "Well she must have gotten it from Puckerman or something because she gave it to me. I even had it saved in my phone."
Rachel bit her lip, "San, I hate to be the one to tell you this...but I think Lauren took advantage of you."
Santana shook her head quickly, "Not a chance, I grew up in Lima Heights Adjacent, I know a scam when I see one."
"Sweetie, I think she played you. When I put my number into your phone senior year, it never told me my number was already saved." Rachel explained with a small frown.
Santana stared at Rachel in shock, she couldn't believe someone had pulled one over on her.
"No one scams Santana Lopez and gets away with it." She said angrily as she stood and walked off in the direction of her dresser.
Rachel laughed, "Santana it was like a year ago, what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to text Britt and find out that bitch's schedule and fly to Lima so I can kick her ass." Santana said proudly as she typed away on her phone.
"San, do you remember what happened the last time you tried to fight her?" Rachel asked cautiously from her spot on the couch.
Santana scoffed, "She caught me off guard. I'll have the upper hand this time."
Rachel rolled her eyes, "Why don't you come sit down so we can finish our talk? We've wasted enough time, and I'd like to finally reply to you."
Santana was barely listening as she continued typing on her phone, the last of the girl's sentence catching her attention.
"Wait, what?"
Rachel laughed softly as she held her hand out for Santana's phone, grinning when the former cheerleader placed it in her hands with a confused stare.
Santana watched as Rachel typed on her phone and then pulled out her own phone and typed some more.
Rachel handed Santana her phone back with a grin, watching her carefully.
Santana's phone buzzed in her hands and she looked down at it nervously.
She hoped it wasn't Brittany replying with Zizes' schedule, she wasn't ready for another ass kicking.
Santana opened the new message and looked down slowly, a small smile taking over her face.
"hey berry, youre kinda annoying but for some reason i dig it. what im trying to say is that i maybe..no definitely have a big crush on you...and you have the best voice in glee club."
Rachel laughed as she saw Santana roll her eyes, knowing exactly what part she was at.
"Why thank you Santana! While I believe your voice is amazing too, I do agree I am the star of the club. I'm glad you finally admitted to the both of us what I've only hoped for since freshman year, and if you're asking me out my answer is,"
Santana looked up quickly with wide eyes, her heart hammering away in her chest.
Rachel bit her lip, "While that was kind of forward of me, assuming you still like me and all, I stand by it. I've liked you for a while, Santana."
"What's your answer?" Santana asked quickly, feeling dumb for ignoring everything else the girl had said.
Rachel stared at Santana in confusion, "What? I thought I made myself very-"
Santana shoved the phone toward Rachel, not trusting her brain and mouth to work together yet.
Rachel blushed as she looked up, "Oh, oops. I meant to say yes. I would love to go out with you."
Santana grinned stupidly, "I feel like I need to go to New Haven and kiss Quinn's feet."
"Well, don't blow up her ego while doing it or else we'll never hear the end of it and she'll demand maid of honor for both of us and god mother of all our children." Rachel said with an eye roll.
Santana tensed up at Rachel's speech, there was no way she was ready for marriage or kids.
Suddenly Rachel bursted out laughing, breaking Santana out of her paranoid trance.
"I really placed myself in the lesbian U-Haul stereotype there. I was just playing around, San. I mean we haven't even been on a date, what if we don't work as a couple?"
Santana sighed happily as she got comfortable in bed, she'd had the day from hell and finally being able to get into bed was the best part.
"Did you ever think we'd end up here?"
"Home alone and in bed at eight on a Friday night because Quinn kidnapped our kid for the weekend?" Santana asked as she pulled her wife into her arms.
Rachel laughed and shook her head, "Grace adores her Auntie Quinny, she definitely wasn't kidnapped."
"I mean us, married with a daughter. I was sure after that first day I scared you off of ever being in a serious relationship with me."
"We're in a serious relationship? I thought we were just casual, I better tell my girl on the side I'm not single." Santana whispered teasingly.
Rachel pinched the girl's side lightly, "Not funny, Tana."
"Rach, I knew the moment you told me you loved me we'd end up here. Married with a gorgeous daughter and a son on the way." She said as she rubbed Rachel's swollen stomach.
"You don't think Gracie is going to be mad about having a brother, do you? She's very serious about wanting a sister." Rachel asked nervously.
"Nah, she'll be cool with it. I mean, she loves Judah." Santana said reassuringly.
"I still can't get over Noah and Quinn being married and having Judah." Rachel said with a little laugh.
"Tell me about it, Puck as a dad is the greatest shit ever." Santana said with a grin, thinking of the first day Quinn and Puck had brought Judah home.
He had thrown up into Puck's mouth after Santana had warned him that babies didn't like being bounced around after a feeding.
Before Rachel could chastise Santana for her cussing, the phone rang causing the two women to share a knowing look.
As much as Grace loved spending time with her Auntie Quinny and 'Unky Pucko', she never failed to call home and check in on her mommies.
"Hi, baby!" Rachel greeted with a smile, putting the phone on speaker.
"Mumma, how you know it's me?"
"Gracie you know mumma has magic powers." Rachel said with a grin.
Santana grinned widely as she heard her baby's giggles, "Hi princesa!"
"Mami! I miss you today. Love you."
"Love you too, Gracie. Are you making sure Uncle Puck doesn't eat all your snacks?" Santana asked her daughter, knowing fully well the man was probably stealing crackers from the toddler as they spoke.
"Unky Pucko got in trouble and Auntie Quinny maked him go to sleeps. He said a swear."
Rachel laughed and shook her head, leave it to Puck
"Gotta go, mami! Gonna watch Frozen! Loves you."
"Have fun, baby. Sweet dreams and see you tomorrow evening." Rachel said quickly before their rambunctious tot hung up on them.
The two women laid in silence for a few minutes before Rachel spoke.
"I'm glad it wasn't the end."
"What wasn't the end, Rach?" Santana asked in confusion.
"High school. I'm glad it wasn't the end of your feelings." Rachel said softly as she brushed her fingers up and down Santana's arm.
Santana kissed the top of the pregnant woman's head, "We don't have an ending, it's you and me forever."
Rachel yawned and made herself more comfortable in Santana's arms, "Hmm, good answer, Lopez. You always know what to say."
"It's a gift really." Santana said with a smirk.
Rachel shook her head, "Go to sleep, cocky."
Santana grinned and shut her eyes, sometimes she couldn't believe how completely different her life had turned out from how she used to imagine it.
She wouldn't have it any other way now.
All she needed was Rachel, Grace and Gabe, their any day now addition to the Lopez family.
Life was definitely good.
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