And so it begins...Hope you guys like! There's more coming, I promise!
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"So, is it a yes or a no?" Kurt asks, nudging Rachel a bit while Santana just nods her head frantically with a smile plastered on her face.
Kurt got invited to an event and Isabelle insisted that the two girls come along as well and it was a general consensus (minus Rachel) that this is the perfect opportunity to finally get out of the loft. She can't even remember the last time they've all been out together and she's finally received her first pay check which obviously meant new clothes and what's the use of new clothes if you can't go out in them?
"No." Rachel says flatly.
"What?! Why not?" Santana asks her face dropping and she glances over at Kurt who shrugs and shakes his head before looking back at the other girl, "Rachel, this is a Vogue event! Why aren't we going?"
"I didn't say we aren't going," Rachel doesn't even look up from the book she's holding, "I'm saying I'm not going."
Santana makes a face and leans back against the couch, "Fine, then." She says easily, and folds her arms across her chest.
"Rachel, come on." It's Kurt's turn now, "You can't sit on this couch all night."
"I won't be." Rachel says, closing her book and getting up from her seat, "I'll be in my room. You guys have a good time."
Santana watches Rachel walk to her space across the loft and pulls the curtain into place. She fights the urge to pad over where Rachel is to force her into anything else other than sweats and drag her out of the loft and instead, mutters that she'll be ready in 15 minutes to Kurt before walking to her own space.
Whatever, she really wants to go to this event tonight. And she really needs to get out of this loft.
…
She can hear them muttering to each other after pulling at her curtain for privacy and Rachel lets out a sigh before turning to face the mirror by the window. She takes off her sweater and then looks at her own reflection as she places a hand on her middle for a second before grabbing her robe and pulling it onto herself.
…
She can feel herself dozing off but it's only 9:30 and does she really have to be this lame just because she's pregnant now? Santana and Kurt left about an hour ago and she immediately regretted not going after them just as she heard the loft door close.
But now she's here, alone and not being able to blame anyone else and she's literally fighting herself from starting to tear up.
Seriously, she's even starting to annoy herself, these hormones just need to stop.
She wonders how Kurt and Santana have been able to put up with her for this long. Santana especially since, well, the girl's rap sheet is kind of against her when it comes to rage black outs. But she's actually been pretty amazing to Rachel and the fact that she hasn't torn Rachel's head from her body yet is a miracle in of itself.
And Rachel hasn't forgotten that Santana came here on a pretty big whim, especially because of the whole Brittany and Sam thing and she can't help but feel a tiny bit of resentment towards Brittany because, seriously? Sam's great, she obviously knows that, but Santana hasn't really been the same since the two girls officially broke it off, hell Santana dropped out of school and almost stayed in Lima just to be closer to Brittany. It just didn't seem fair.
But then again- Rachel adjusts herself in her bed because she can't even pay attention to what she's reading anymore- if Santana and Brittany had gotten back together, Santana wouldn't be here. In New York.
With her.
And she can't really imagine doing this whole thing without her now.
She suddenly hears the door sliding open, "Hello?"
"It's just me." Santana says, pushing Rachel's curtain to the side. She kind of just stands there for a second and then says, "It just didn't feel right leaving a pregnant chick on her own to go to some party."
Rachel feels a smile tugging on her lips, "But it's a Vogue party."
Santana couldn't help but smile at that either, "Whatever, you wanna watch a movie or something? Because it's apparently all we like to do now."
Rachel nods, "But I wanna stay in bed."
"I'll grab my laptop." Santana disappears in her room for a moment and then comes back in her shorts and a tank top, MacBook in hand and settles herself next to Rachel.
"Why didn't you stay with Kurt?" Rachel asks and Santana glances at her for a second before going back to look at her screen.
"I told you," Santana mutters, "It just felt weird leaving you here." She's not lying, it did feel weird but why she came back after a half hour of already being in the subway, in the cold and looking hot in her new dress? She couldn't really give a straight answer to that. But she can feel Rachel looking at her so she turns her head, "What? Stop staring."
Rachel holds back from smiling and looks towards the screen before saying, "It's Brittany's loss, you know" before she even realized what she was saying.
She expected Santana to close the laptop and walk out because they haven't even said her name out loud in the loft since Santana's moved in, but she just looks at Rachel maybe a second longer than she should have because her stomach is tightening up again. "Yeah." Is the only response she can come up with.
Rachel lets out a sigh, "Don't hit me, but I just wanna know how you're doing with…that situation." She chokes out, because she's genuinely curious.
"I can't hit a pregnant chick." Santana mutters, not looking at the girl next to her, "But I'm fine. She's happy, so…"
Rachel nods her head even though they're not even looking at each other anymore but she can feel the warmth of Santana's skin against hers.
"Why didn't you want to come out tonight?" Santana asks, even though she already knows the answer.
The shorter girl shrugs and forces a smile, "I guess you can say I just didn't wanna see any of my dresses fitting on me differently."
Santana takes the MacBook off her lap and turns towards the girl next to her. "Take it from me, Rach, pregnant or not, you're still hot."
She doesn't mean it to sound so crass, and she almost regrets saying it but then Rachel smiles and she can feel herself smiling back.
"So you thought I was hot even before I was pregnant?" Rachel asks with a tone that Santana's never heard before.
Santana laughs, "Okay, yes, I said it." And even she hears the slight break in her voice. She doesn't know if it's because of Rachel's massive duvet but Santana suddenly feels sudden heat rush through her body. (Okay, she knows it's not the duvet.)
Rachel feels a slight hitch in her breath and clears her throat, "Santana?"
"Yeah?" She notices the few small freckles on Rachel's cheeks because of how close they actually were and her brain kind of just stopped registering anything else that isn't in this bed at this point.
"Are you gonna kiss me?"
"Would that be okay?" Please don't say no.
"I think so." And Rachel sucks her bottom lip between her teeth for a second and seriously, Santana's brain is pretty much donezo at this point.
"Okay."
Their lips fit so perfectly together that Santana could barely stifle a moan and she feels Rachel sink deeper in to the kiss and that's all it takes for Santana to bring her hand against Rachel's jaw and then Rachel's tongue fights her way into her mouth and Santana's pretty sure she's stopped breathing because this was just too good.
She presses in for another tiny moment before pulling away gently and she sees Rachel blink at her, her fingers on her lips.
"Wow." Is all Santana can muster and Rachel looks up at her through those eyelashes and it takes every ounce of strength Santana has to not attack the other girl's lips again.
"I think we just found something better to do than watch a movie." Rachel says softly with a smile before pressing another small kiss on Santana's lips and the other girl lets out a small laugh.
"You can sleep here tonight," Rachel says, "If you want."
Santana adjusts herself on the bed so she's laying back against the pillows, "I wasn't planning on leaving." She says, taking Rachel's hand and pulling the girl closer towards her.