Disclaimer: I don't own Glee

A/N: Still co-written with Sha22. It's going slow right now but Rachel needs to discover this new life and takes her marks. At some point, there will be some time jumps now and there.

Chapter 4: I'm just feeling off today

Rachel was lying on her bed, thinking about all the information she obtained after searching the house. It still felt surreal for her, nothing made sense and this new reality seemed fake. It was like she had woken up in a borrowed life, someone else's life and she wasn't prepared to live it, well, apart from the successful and famous part.

Her thoughts were cut short when she heard Santana park her car in front of the house. She took a deep breath to calm herself. 'I need to get in character if I want to leave this reality, well I guess. So my name is Rachel Barbra Berry-Lopez, I am married to Santana Maria Berry-Lopez who is a singer. I have two daughters, Gabriela May who is 4 and Siobhan Mariana who is 2. I am Broadway actress, that part is always good to hear. I can do this, the rest will come with time and hopefully, I will be back in my reality faster than I came here.'

"Honey, I'm home." Santana shouted from downstairs. "Where are you?"

"In yo… our room." The diva shouted back. She heard the girl's footsteps before the Latina appeared at the door, a smile painted on her face. It was quickly replaced by a frown when she saw her wife.

"Hey, baby, are you okay?" Santana asked concerned as she joined Rachel on the bed.

"Yes, I am." The brunette replied with a fake smile, sipping the bottle of water she had brought before coming into the bedroom.

"You're sure?"

"Uhuh, much better…" Rachel said once again with a staged smile.

"Great. So, since it was my turn to plan our date weekend, I made a reservation at your favourite French restaurant tonight and I got us two tickets for the off Broadway show you told me about last month." The Latina explained before smirking. "Until then, you know, I just want to fuck you senseless."

Rachel choked on her water. 'Oh my god, oh my god, I never thought I would have to avoid a horny Santana.'

Santana chuckled, running her hand teasingly on Rachel's thigh. "Sorry babe, I meant ravishing you until you're sated."

Once her coughing fit calmed down, the diva cleared her throat. "The restaurant and the play sound lovely, Santana, but for the 'ravishing part', I'm afraid I'm not really in the mood at the moment." She informed cautiously, trying to pry Santana's hand away from her.

"Oh really? Because two days ago you told me you wanted me to eat you out while you sang on our little stage, to see how long you could last before losing track of the lyrics." The Latina said huskily, moving closer, her face just an inch away from the diva.

The brunette swallowed loudly, moving backwards until her back hit the headboard of the bed. "Wh.. wh… what?" She stuttered while turning crimson.

"Don't act all prudish, I know you better. You are the definition of lady in the streets but freak in the sheets." The raven-haired girl teased, her hand moving dangerously close to Rachel's upper thigh.

"Tina told me the same thing this morning." Rachel blurted out, somehow hoping to create a diversion. 'Future me is a horndog!? Oh my god, how did that happened?'

"Tina came this morning?" Santana asked surprised, putting some distance between them but keeping her hand on the girl.

"Yes, while you were at Quinn's house."

"Oh, what did she want?" The Latina questioned, moving closer again to snuggle against the petite girl.

Rachel tensed but tried to relax and act as nonchalant as possible. She needed to stay in character. "She talked about a new talent show where you could be a judge. She also brought the lyrics of 'You and I'."

Santana started drawing patterns on the girl's arm. "Oh, did you read it?" She asked casually, continuing her caresses like it was something they were used to do. "What did you think? I didn't talk about how it was related to our first I love you because I want that to stay between the two of us but I thought about how we were back then and how I felt and this came up."

"I haven't… Maybe you could sing it too me?" The diva offered. It was hard to stay focused when all she was thinking about was how to avoid the intimate moment with her supposedly wife. But music was a safe topic; maybe it would make Santana think about something other than sex for a while.

The Latina nodded. "Okay. It's going to be lunch soon, we should cook together, it's been a while and then I could sing it to you. Also, I saw Mike about one of my choreographies, I want your opinion on it." She grinned. "It's this hot tango style dance; you're going to love it."

"Oh dear Lord…" The brunette murmured as Santana rose from the bed. The Latina kissed her cheek and walked out the door to go to the kitchen. "This is going to be a long day…"

Santana had already taken some ingredients out of the fridge when Rachel joined her in the kitchen.

"So, what are we making?" Rachel asked curious. She had always been more of a baker than a cook so she didn't really know what to do to help. She decided to just wait until Santana told her.

"Chicken and Edamame Asian noodles, your favourite." Santana said as she opened the ramen noodles and put some water on the stove to boil. She smiled at the diva and winked.

"Santana, I'm vegan. How can that be my favourite? I do not eat chicken, those poor defenseless little creatures." The diva lectured her, already picturing the chickens screaming for help before being slaughtered.

The raven-haired girl laughed at the comment before putting the noodle into the boiling water. "Oh babe, is your guilty feeling back again? Because I told you, it was okay to eat some meat and other dairy products when you were pregnant and it's still okay now if you want it."

Rachel gasped at that, she couldn't believe she wasn't a vegan anymore. What happened to her?

"But you manage to avoid it if you can so it's all good, stop feeling guilty." Santana added. That made Rachel breathe in relief, something she seemed to be doing quite a lot today. Every new piece of information about herself came as a surprise for her.

Seeing her wife's expression, Santana offered. "But we can change the chicken with tempeh if you want?"

"But you hate tempeh! Didn't you say once it tasted like, I quote 'monkey's butt'?" The brunette had brought a salad with tempeh to a glee party and the Latina had fussed all night about how disgusting it was and why she couldn't put some real food in it instead.

"And then we started dating. You forced me to taste some stuff and it's one of the only things that I learned to like so..." Santana shrugged, not knowing why she had to explain herself after all these years. "You know, I'd appreciate if you could use your beautiful little hands to help me prepare our lunch."

"Oh, hum, okay…" Rachel replied hesitantly as she moved closer. "So, what do you want me to do?"

Santana raised her eyebrow. "Are you serious? We've made this a hundred times." She inspected the girl from head to toe. "Do you have a twin I am not aware of and you switched places just for fun? Because since this morning, it's like you have no idea what's going on around you." She half joked.

The diva's eyes widened in surprise, she needed to be more convincing. Santana had always been like a shark, smelling lies and secrets like they were blood. "Of course not, don't be ridiculous, Santana. I'm just feeling a little bit off today…"

The raven-haired girl didn't seem convinced with her answer but didn't mention it. Instead, the girl gave her some instructions. "Mm, I need you to fry the onions in the canola oil until they start to brown while I chop the tempeh and prepare the seasoning for it."

They cooked in relative silence after that, Rachel asking now and then what to do. They also ate quietly but Santana seemed as caught up in her thoughts as the diva was.

"So, the food was delicious." The brunette congratulated awkwardly when they finished eating. "I like what you did with the tempeh, it's very good."

"Thanks." Santana said as she got up and put the dishes away with the diva's help. Once it was done, Santana held Rachel close, looking into her eyes. "So, what do you want to do next?"

They ended up dancing in the basement. How did they get there? Rachel didn't even know. The last thing she remembered was talking about musicals and watching one in the movie room but apparently Santana had another plan. So here they were, dancing some shamefully hot tango moves as the Latina swirled her around. The diva could feel the passion radiating from the girl's body as she moved closer.

The way their bodies were rubbing against each other, the way Santana was pulling her closer to her, it was impossible to ignore any sexual innuendo. Why did she even agree to this was a wonder to her.

"This is a really distracting dance." Rachel mumbled, the steps consuming her concentration.

"How distracting exactly?" Santana husked seductively in the diva's ear, moving her leg into Rachel's inner thigh, brushing it higher and dangerously close to her private area before setting it down and resuming their dance.

Rachel gasped at the movement, feeling her heart beat fast and heat going through her body. She managed to keep up and dance with ease albeit their position was becoming a little uncomfortable. The brunette needed to stay in character so she sucked it up and danced, focusing on the choreography instead of Santana and the aroused look in her eyes. 'Focus on the dance, the music. Think of it as a test, yes, a test that I need to pass.' She thought. She always tried to excel in all of her classes and this wouldn't be an exception.

"It's all about the teasing, love…." The Latina gently pushed Rachel away from her before swirling her back into her arms. As the dance ended, they were both facing each other, an inch apart, both sweating and panting.

Santana looked at her eyes then at her lips. The diva didn't have time to think or to move when the Latina leaned forward and attacked her lips. Her eyes widened in panic, her lips staying still while Santana was trying to ravish her mouth.

The raven-haired girl pulled back and stared at Rachel confused. "What's wrong? Why aren't you kissing me?"

"Uhm, I uh..." The brunette felt like it was suddenly hard to breathe. "You just caught me off guard, sweetie …" She looked around, searching for any excuse to leave. "Oh my god, look at the time! We need to get ready if we don't want to be late for our reservation." Rachel smiled sweetly, patting Santana's cheek before running upstairs and leaving an even more confused Latina behind.

"What the fuck happened?" Santana muttered.

It was nice for Rachel to finally have some time alone after spending the afternoon with Santana. She had decided to take a shower after her impromptu dance class with the Latina. It was a really hot and intense session after all... She had to admit the girl was a fantastic dancer and after Jesse, she was definitely the best dancing partner she had ever had. It was weird to see how well their bodies fitted, like her body was unconsciously working in sync with Santana's. Artistically speaking it was beautiful, nothing like the sloppy dance moves of Finn. Honestly, as disturbing as it was, it felt nice, except maybe the kiss coming out of nowhere… That one really caught her off guard. She knew they were a married couple and that kind of gesture was bound to happen but it was still surprising since she was not used to kissing a girl … and … liking it. Pun intended…

And now here she was, getting ready for their date, starting with a dinner at a restaurant she was supposed to love but had never been to before, followed by a musical. It sounded like a lovely night in theory; she just wished it could be with Finn, even though she knew he would never do something like that for her. After her shower, the diva went to her closet to find something to wear. This time, she took a moment to look at all the clothes in it. It wasn't just dresses but they were the most impressive part. She guessed some of them were custom made. She looked at the left side of the closet where she could see Santana's set of clothes; it was obvious by the colors and style that they weren't hers.

She focused back on her side of the closet. It was really hard to pick something when there were so many options but then, her eyes fell on a beautiful one-shoulder bandage black dress. 'Is it okay to wear that type of dress to a fancy restaurant? I have no idea what I'm supposed to wear but this dress is gorgeous.' She hesitated for a while, biting her lower lip before reaching for the dress and slipping it on. The brunette turned around to look at her reflection in the mirror.

She was surprised to see how well it fit; she clearly wasn't used to showing off that much of her body. Maybe she should wear something more classic. She was ready to change when she heard Santana asking her to hurry up because their taxi would be there soon. Rachel sighed before deciding to keep the dress and do her makeup.

Once ready, she made her way downstairs to join Santana who was waiting for her in the living room. The girl was wearing a dark red pencil skirt with a black blouse and red heels.

The Latina rose from the couch with a big grin on her face. "Wow, you look beautiful, baby." She complimented.

Rachel clearly taken aback by the compliment started stuttering. "Uh, I … what? I mean, Hum Thanks."

The raven-haired girl approached the brunette and took her hand, making her spin to admire her dress. "You're always beautiful, you know…But tonight, you're just stunning."

The diva blushed, not used to receiving this type of flattering remark but still pleased by it. "You don't think it's too much?" She asked unsure while smoothing out her dress.

"No, it's perfect. With the body you have, you can rock every look you want." Santana assured her before adding. "Well except for your argyles and reindeer sweaters."

Rachel rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile at the girl's compliment.

"But thank god Kurt, Tina, Q and I burned them when we moved in, now I don't have to worry about you bequeathing them to our kids."

The diva gasped. "Why did you do that?"

The Latina chuckled. "I love how after all this time you're still outraged about that."

The petite brunette crossed her arms in front of her and looked sternly at the girl next to her. "I'll have you know that that style of clothing is perfectly acceptable!"

"Yeah, you always say that too!" The raven-haired girl exclaimed amused. "Come on, we need to go." She grabbed her jacket before adding. "But you know, since I'm an awesome wife, I'll let you rant about it during the entire cab ride."

Santana offered her hand for Rachel to take and then led her out to the cab.

The taxi dropped them in front of the restaurant just in time for their reservation. Santana had decided it would be easier to take a cab instead of struggling to park their car.

The dinner went well; the brunette knew meat and dairy products were a major part of the French cuisine but she was determined to keep her vegan diet as long as possible in this reality unlike Future her. However, she agreed to take a glass of white wine with her meal; if she had to be stuck here, she should at least make the best out of it.

Rachel was surprised about how easy it was to chat with Santana when the girl was relaxed and carefree. The Latina was surprised by her order but thankfully didn't dwell on it. The diva was also thankful Santana didn't mention their unreciprocated kiss because it would have been an uncomfortable talk.

After dinner, they took another cab to drive them to the theatre. Santana asked the driver to stop a few streets before so they could take a walk. They got out of the car and the raven-haired girl intertwined their hands before leading her toward the theatre.

It was nice to see the streets by night, the lights, the people, the noises and the atmosphere, everything that made New-York so… New York. Santana squeezed the little brunette's hand as they strolled the streets to the theatre. The night was a little windy and she started to feel chilly as a cold breeze ran through her. The Latina noticed Rachel's goose bumps and removed her jacket to put it on the girl's shoulders. Rachel blushed at the sweet gesture before shyly thanking the girl. The small yet gentle gesture made her heart flutter, sure she knew Santana could be sweet, she had seen it many times but it had never been towards her. Well, there were one or two little moments where she felt heartbroken and Santana 'comforted' her with some not so crude comments but still, this was the sweetest thing Santana had even done for her and it warmed her heart.

The Latina chuckled when she saw Rachel blush and brought Rachel's left hand to her lips to kiss it. She stopped when she noticed something was missing. "Rachel. Baby, where's your engagement ring?"

The diva surprised by the question, began to play with her necklace and felt it. "It's right here." She raised the ring to allow Santana to see it.

"Why didn't you put it on? You always wear it on top of your wedding ring when you're not at work." The Latina stated.

"Well, sweetie, I was kind of busy all day so I haven't got the chance to put it back on, as you said and I quote 'My beautiful little hand'." She quickly explained with her super megawatt smile. She was amazed by how smooth she sounded with her excuse. 'Bravo, Rachel Barbra Berry, Bra-Vo'.

Santana just chuckled at her wife's antics and continued to walk toward the theatre.

The play was fantastic, not that she doubted it since Future her had recommended it to Santana. The fact that the Latina held her hand and kissed her cheek now and then was a little distracting but nothing she couldn't handle.

They were both exiting the theatre, hand in hand, when Rachel heard someone call her name.

"Ms Berry! Ms Berry!" A teenage girl shouted excitedly.

She saw Santana smile at her and take a step back to let her talk with the girl. "Yes?" The brunette replied hesitantly.

"Oh my god!" The small blonde squealed. "I'm a huge fan of yours. Oh my god! You have an amazing voice and you're really pretty. I want to be like you some day and… and…" The girl rambled, holding her phone tightly in her hands.

'Oh my god. I have a fan! I am a star and people love me and she thinks I'm pretty. She looks like she is the same age as me.' Rachel tried to stay calm but it was difficult in such an overwhelming moment. She had a fan. A living, breathing and not family related FAN. What was she supposed to do? The little brunette smiled at the blonde, unable to say anything.

Seeing Rachel wasn't moving or speaking, the raven-haired girl said. "Calm down, sweetie, we don't want you to faint. Do you want me to take a picture of you two?"

The teenager's eyes widened. "Oh my god, you're Santana Lopez! I love your album and you make such a cute couple with Ms Berry. I hope I'll find the same kind of love as you two have someday."

"Thank you. I'm sure you will." Santana took the phone, waiting for the girls to strike a pose. "Now smile." Thankfully, Rachel snapped out of her daze just in time to show her megawatt smile. After a few pictures, the girl handed the diva a piece of paper for an autograph.

The diva cleared her throat, finally able to speak. "What's your name?"

The blonde smiled shyly. "Laura…"

The petite brunette signed the paper and gave it back to the girl. Then, she remembered one of her prepared speeches meant for fans. "Thank you for your support, it means so much to me. And if singing is your passion, just like me, I am sure you can achieve anything you set your mind to."

"Thank you so much. Good night." The teenager replied before leaving.

"Well, I never thought I'd see the day where 'Ms Berry' would be shy in front of a fan." Santana teased, grabbing the diva's hand.

"I wasn't shy, Santana, it took me off guard, that's all." Rachel answered.

"That seems to be happening a lot today…" The Latina remarked.

The brunette tensed, bracing herself for another comment but Santana just kissed her cheek before hailing a cab.

The ride home was silent until Rachel heard a song Finn liked on the radio. Maybe it was the opportunity she needed to bring the subject up. "This is one of Finn's favourite songs." She informed.

"So?" Santana replied unfazed, her gaze glued to the window.

Rachel frowned. "Well I don't know, it's nice to hear it… Did you hear anything about him lately?" She asked innocently.

The Latina scowled. "Why would I want to know about Finn?"

"Because he is our friend…" The petite brunette answered hesitantly.

Santana scoffed. "We're talking about the guy who outed me in front to everyone, babe, so frankly, seeing him once a year for the glee club reunion is more than enough…"

'Glee club reunion? Wait, What? Finn outed Santana? I need to know more about that' The diva mused. "But…"

"And before you start one of your long rants, yes I know it's a part of the reason why we're together now. You are the type of person who always sees the bright side of things but I'm not, okay? To you, without him opening his giant hamburger mouth, you wouldn't have dumped him and I wouldn't have been crying in that bathroom where you consoled me when you had no reason to. Our friendship would never have blossomed into love. I know, we had this discussion before. But I also know that we are made for each other, so if I didn't have you then, I would have had you later."

Rachel stared dumbfounded, opening and closing her mouth a few times, trying to form words. She had never been the type of girl who lacked the vocabulary to express herself but since this morning, it was like she was reduced to the expressive capacity of a child. Before she could reply anything, Santana spoke again.

"And it's our date night, why are we even talking about that douche anyway?" The raven-haired girl grumbled.

"I was just making the conversation…" The brunette trailed off.

"Well the topics you are choosing are terrible today." The Latina snapped.

Santana stayed silent for the rest of the ride and Rachel didn't dare talk, afraid of saying something wrong.

Once back home, Rachel sat silently on the couch in the living room, unsure of what to do next. She was feeling out of place and when she felt that way, she was used to stopping and collecting herself. Unconsciously, she started playing with her wedding band, trying to look calm while inside, she was making a thousand scenarios of how the night could end.

Santana joined her in the living room and sensed the brunette's distress. She sighed heavily and sat next to her. The Latina grabbed the girl's hand and kissed it before saying. "I'm not mad, just a little upset because you seem stuck in the past today... But everything's okay, you can stop worrying now." She smiled slightly. "Do you wanna go to bed?"

"Yes, please. It has been an awfully long day and I just want to close my eyes and sleep." Rachel replied.

The raven-haired girl studied the brunette for a minute. She opened her mouth to speak but seemed to decide against it. She rose from the couch and kissed Rachel's forehead. "Alright, let's go then." She grabbed the diva's hand and led her to their room.