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Generally Santana preferred one-night-stand situations and, as a rule, went to the other woman's bed. With Rachel, she made an exception, because her apartment was nearby and she didn't want to wait. The few times Santana had brought women back to her place she would rely on her internal clock, perfected by years of waking up for early Cheerios practice, to ensure she was up and thinking clearly in order to usher her latest conquest out while the other woman was still half-asleep and thus less likely to remember where Santana lived.
When Santana woke up to see Rachel still sleeping peacefully, she sighed and brought a hand to her head, knowing her headache was well deserved. She'd been half-drunk already when last night's drinking contest got underway. Flashes of the previous night came back to her slowly and she grinned lazily, remembering the room had been light by the time the two brunettes had collapsed into sleep.
Standing in her small kitchen with Rachel felt surreal. The other woman was happily, and surprisingly enough quietly, enjoying a bowl of Raisin Bran. After relaying her surprised that Santana did have soy milk, the Julliard star was content to eat her food in companionable silence.
Santana just smiled, took a bite of her toast, and enjoyed the quiet while it lasted. She guessed, correctly, that Rachel would not be able to sit without words for long.
"So, Santana. You… When did you come out?" Rachel asked, spoon halfway to her mouth.
Santana choked on her toast. "Cague, dígame lo que es realmente en su mente," Santana muttered.
Rachel chuckled. "I just did tell you what's really on my mind." At Santana's questioning look, she added, "I'm taking Spanish at Julliard."
Santana nodded and took a moment to breathe deeply. With her eyes closed, she said, "I came out to most people my freshman year at Columbia. I finally told my family about two months ago." Santana figured this was enough of the truth without getting into the part where Kurt knew a year earlier and why.
"How did that go?" Rachel asked, finishing her cereal.
"As well as could be expected, I guess," Santana replied, shrugging. "My family is Catholic. They love me and some of them, especially my mom, want to understand how and why the Church says homosexuality is wrong if their darling mija was born gay."
"At least they're trying. That's more than a lot of families do."
Santana nodded, looking at the countertop and then smiling faintly as Rachel reached across and squeezed her hand.
"What about you, chica bonita? Have you told your dads?"
Rachel smiled warmly at the endearment. "Yeah. I told them about a year ago, when I was dating my now ex-girlfriend. They were accepting, obviously."
Santana nodded. "So," she paused, fighting with herself. This, running into Rachel and suddenly, maybe, having a chance with her, seemed too good to be true.
"So?" Rachel quirked a brow, still holding Santana's hand lightly.
"Dinner this weekend. Sound like a plan?"
Rachel grinned, "Yes. Yes it does."