"Rach, I need those spreads for the next issue." Santana said as she walked past Rachel's desk into her office.

"O-" Rachel raised an eyebrow as Santana's office door slammed shut. "-kay." Wendy smirked.

"Guess everything in paradise isn't so perfect after all, is it?" Rachel glared at the woman and got up to get the papers that her fiancee wanted before going into her office. Santana looked up, clearly annoyed.

"You can't knock?" she snapped. Rachel held up the papers, tossing them on her desk. Santana nodded. "Thanks." Rachel sighed.

"Come find me when you're not mad at me." she said, turning to walk out of the office.

"Rach, baby, wait. I'm... I'm not mad at you. I'm just really stressed and I'm sorry that I took it out on you." Santana said, frowning. Rachel nodded slowly. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

"No you shouldn't have." Rachel said, sitting on her fiancee's lap. "We're getting married, San. You need to be able to talk to me."

"I know, I promise. I'm gonna work on it. I'm just not used to having someone who cares this much."

"We've been together for almost two years." Rachel pointed out.

"I know. I love you so much, I promise I won't take my stress out on you again."

"Okay." Rachel said, smiling as she kissed her fiancee.


A/N: Sorry its short, just trying to get back into this story!