Author's Note: Thank you for all the amazing reviews on the last few chapters, I love knowing my work is actually being read and it's not just for me. This chapter is a sequel to chapter nine, so enjoy!

Six Word Story: "Well maybe tomorrow you'll love me."

So maybe being friends wasn't that bad.

It meant unlimited couch cuddles and cheek kisses, not to mention guaranteed grinding when they went to the bars, and the occasional drunken kiss on the lips that followed.

It also meant countless sleepovers where she was given no choice but to share a bed, countless lunch and dinner dates and constant texting.

All of these things combined together gave her absolutely no time to sleep with another girl, let alone think about one.

The more Santana thought about it, the more she realized Rachel had schemed her into a sex-less relationship.

She honestly hadn't had sex since that night with Rachel.

And that was six months ago.

Six and a half technically.

The realization set in early on a Sunday morning as she laid in bed with a passed out Rachel on top of her.

A fully clothed passed out Rachel because they didn't have sex.

They just had all the other aspects of a relationship.

"Well fuck me." Santana said out loud, not believing the situation she was in.

"Later, I'm still sleeping." Rachel replied sleepily.

"Oh no you're not." Santana said as she shoved the girl off and got out of bed.

"I can't believe you! I know what you're doing."

Rachel rubbed her eyes, "Sleeping?" She asked as she yawned and made herself comfortable in the space Santana was just occupying.

"No, not sleeping! Wake up!" Santana said as she tugged the blankets off the bed.

"I know you totally brain ninja'd me into some old married couple relationship! I see what you're doing."

Rachel bit her lip, "Oh...that."

"You know, I'm surprised it took you this long to figure it out. I was sure you would have realized it months ago." Rachel defended as she sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed.

"Wait, what? So you admit it?" Santana asked with narrowed eyes.

"I mean, maybe there's a chance I sort of asked to be friends with ulterior motives. And maybe you fell for it, but that's all you!"

"Have these past few months been that horrible? I really don't remember you complaining once." Rachel said with a small smirk.

"Well they haven't been, but that's not the point here. You tricked me! You knew I wasn't looking for a relationship and you somehow tricked me into one." Santana argued.

"I don't remember ever once telling you you couldn't sleep with anyone else, or whatever it is you do. That was all you, Santana."

"Maybe deep down you realize you want to be with me." Rachel said hopefully.

Santana shook her head, "No way. I don't want a relationship, whatever this is we're doing? It's done."

Rachel sat up on her knees at the edge of the bed, "Santana, don't be like this. I can't help what I'm about to say, so please don't freak out."

Rachel took a deep breath as she cupped Santana's face, "I love you, Santana Lopez. I've gotten to know you, the real you, these last six months and I've completely fallen in love with you. I may have tricked you into this, but I don't regret it because it allowed me to see a side of you you would have never showed me."

"Please tell me you love me too, because if you don't it'll completely break me." Rachel said softly as she stared into Santana's eyes, looking for the love she knew they held.

Santana shook her head and pushed Rachel away from her, "I don't. I'm sorry, but I don't love you. You lied to me, Rachel. This right here is the reason I don't do relationships."

"Well maybe tomorrow you'll love me." Rachel said positively as she sat back down on the bed.

"I won't, Rachel. I can't do it, I'm not the love type. You don't want to be with me and I don't want to be with you." Santana said, shutting her eyes tightly.

Rachel frowned, "You're just scared, Santana. I know you love me, I can feel it every time we're together. I feel it when you put your hand on my back when we cross the street, or when you order for me because you know me so well."

"I feel it when you pull me against you at night, or when we hold hands when we go for walks in the park. God, Santana why can't you see it? Everyone sees it!"

"What do you mean everyone sees it? Am I missing something?" Santana asked angrily.

"You don't know how many people have assured me that you shared the same feelings as me. I've been worried about this for weeks and everyone has said I shouldn't worry, the love was in your eyes. I agree with them, I just wish you realized it."

"I'm going to go, San. I'm sorry I lied to you, but I'm not sorry for the outcome. Just...let me know when you've finally realized it." Rachel said as she climbed off the bed and tugged her pants on from the night before, leaving with Santana's oversized NYU sweatshirt on.

Santana scoffed, "You'll be waiting a long time."

She groaned as she smacked a picture of the two of them off her desk.

"Stupid Rachel." She grumbled to herself as she climbed back into bed, the smell of the other girl surrounding her.

Two weeks, six hours and fifty-five minutes.

It had only been two weeks and yet it felt like a life time.

She had no good morning or good night texts, no lunch or dinner plans, no couch cuddles and definitely no sleeping buddy.

She found herself missing all of those things she had become so used to despite trying to ignore her feelings.

Which was kind of hard to do when every single inch of her room reminded her of Rachel.

There were articles of clothing and random items all over her room that definitely didn't belong to her.

Not to mention the amount of clothing she was missing, consisting mostly of her baggy shirts and sweaters.

Which also happened to be Rachel's favorite things to sleep in.

Her night tables and desk had pictures of the two of them together that their friends had taken, or Santana herself had taken and printed out so she could put them in her room.

The worst part was that her bed had Rachel's scent permanently stuck there.

She had changed and washed her sheets and pillow cases, even swapping her pillows with Dani's, and every night she was still surrounded by the intoxicating scent that was Rachel Berry.

Santana stared around her room with a frown, being in there wasn't the same without Rachel.

"Crap." Santana said in sudden realization, her life truly sucked without Rachel.

Santana knocked on the familiar door nervously.

She was tired of fighting with herself and didn't want to do it alone anymore, she just hoped Rachel still wanted to help her fight.

The door slid open slowly, a pale smirking face on the other side.

"About time, Lopez."

Santana rolled her eyes, "Shut it, Fabray. Is um, is she home?"

"She had a late shift, she should be home soon. You should probably come in." Quinn said as she stepped aside to let Santana in.

Santana nodded as she made her way inside.

Truth be told she had absolutely no idea how Rachel lived with Quinn, the two were like night and day.

Not that she wouldn't kick Dani out in a heartbeat if Quinn needed a place to stay and her apartment had a two person capacity.

She hadn't known the girl for long, but she could tell they were meant to be friends.

Quinn was fierce and definitely didn't take shit from anyone.

They were a lot alike and she knew that if they had gone to high school together they would have ruled the school.

When they weren't busy fighting of course.

"I wish you had waited another two weeks before showing up here." Quinn said as she returned to her seat on the couch, pressing play on the movie she had paused.

"What the fuck, Q?" Santana asked as she sat down next to the blonde.

"I bet Kurt that you wouldn't take your head out of your own ass for a month, he said there was no way you'd take that long."

"Therefore you owe me the money I now I have to pay him." Quinn explained with her eyes focused on the tv.

"You bet on your best friend's unhappiness?" Santana asked.

"Hell yeah I did. I love Rachel, but I was sure I was going to win." Quinn said with a frown.

"You owe me fifty bucks." She added as she turned to Santana.

Santana scoffed, "I'm not going to give you-"

The sound of the loft door opening cut her off quickly.

Santana turned in her seat just as Rachel appeared in the doorway,

"Hey." She said softly.

"Santana...hi, what are you doing here?" Rachel asked nervously as she slid the door shut.

"Well, I had this really great girl and then I-" Santana paused as she turned to look at Quinn.

Quinn stayed seated until Santana nudged her with her foot, sending her a glare.

"Oh, um, I'm just going to go uh, I think Kurt wanted me to help him sew his leather pants. Um, bye!" Quinn said as she scurried out of the apartment.

Rachel shook her head as Quinn walked passed and gave her a wink.

"You were saying?" She asked as she walked over and sat down on the coffee table in front of Santana.

"I fucked up, plain and simple. I didn't realize what I had until it was gone."

"Being without you these last two weeks have been...just hell, Rach. I've missed it all, it's like I can't breathe without you and that scares me. It scares me so fucking much because I don't do relationships and I definitely don't do feelings."

"And yet here I am, being all emotional and shit about to confess my love for you. How pathetic am I?" Santana asked with a humorless laugh as she wiped her eyes free of the tears that clouded her vision.

"You love me?" Rachel asked in a whisper.

"Please don't make a big deal out of it because if we don't end up working out it'll hurt too much, and then I'll really be alone forever." Santana said.

Rachel shook her head as she placed her hands lovingly on Santana's neck, her thumbs rubbing against her jaw.

"I love you and quite frankly, I'm never letting you go. Whatever happens we'll deal with it together, okay? I told you you didn't have to fight alone and I'm still willing to fight with you." Rachel said.

"You don't know how good it is to hear that because I love you, Rachel Berry."

"I just want you to know this isn't going to be easy, I'm damaged, Rach. And I'm going to try my damn hardest but you need to be patient, okay?" Santana begged, her hand gripping the cheap material of Rachel's work uniform.

"I promise. Me and you, okay? No more games or lies." Rachel promised as she leaned forward, sealing it with a kiss.

Santana hummed in approval against Rachel's lips, "I think I could get used to this."

Rachel smiled and pulled Santana in for another kiss, "Good because we're going to do this constantly. You don't know how hard it's been to restrain myself from jumping you."

"Oh really?" Santana asked against Rachel's lips.

"Mhmm, and I think I deserve to be rewarded." Rachel husked.

"Let me take you on a date first, I want to do this the right way." Santana said, using all of her willpower to keep from carrying the girl into the bedroom.

Rachel smirked, "How about I take you out using the money Kurt owes me."

"You bet on me too?!" Santana asked in shock.

"Yes, and you just got me a hundred bucks. I told him two weeks, he was positive it'd be three. Poor Quinn was just way off." Rachel said, shaking her head.

"You're just full of surprises, Rachel Berry." Santana said as she pulled the girl onto her lap.

Santana smiled as Rachel immediately cuddled into her.

She had missed the feeling of Rachel in her arms and there was no way she was ever going to get tired of having her back in them.

It would be a difficult journey, but it was one she was ready to conquer.

For real this time, no more games.

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