Breakfast had been done for some time now, Santana was doing the dishes racking her brain on what to do for this date. Going into town with Rachel wasn't an option, it still wasn't safe. Besides, dinner and a movie was such a typical first date thing. Santana wanted to be different. But how different could she be without crossing the line of difference where she did the same thing as other people for first dates. I could always put together a lunch basket and take her to the tree house, Santana mused to herself. It was still a work in progress, but it was her main project right now and she really wanted to show Rachel. Would that be childish though? Hey Rachel, our first date is going to be at my unfinished tree house...To be fair it wasn't a "children's" tree house. It was a nice one and if Santana wasn't so fond of the cabin she would move out there when it was done. Deciding to just go with her gut, a tree house lunch date was the final answer.

It was hard to put together a surprise picnic lunch when you lived with your date. Santana only had about twenty minutes total to get stuff together from the kitchen while Rachel showered. The first thing Santana set out to do was make a thermos of hot chocolate. They were riding out there on the ATV's and it was definitely cold out. While the water boiled she set out to make a simple fruit salad and some turkey wraps. Needing something else Santana ran down into the root cellar and grabbed two containers of her favorite home made chips. She really needed to make more, these were her last ones.

Having prepared everything Santana was just covering it all up in the wooden crate, she didn't own a picnic basket, when Rachel came out of the bathroom. She grinned as she watched Santana scramble to make sure everything was covered.

"What's that?" Rachel asked, eyeing the crate.

Stumbling over her words, Santana mumbled nothing as she took the crate and sat it next to the couch. "Don't touch that Dax." Dax rolled his eyes from his bed. He wasn't going to touch it, he could be trusted...maybe.

Rachel watched Santana come back into the kitchen and grab a backpack out of the storage under the stairs. Santana stopped in the middle of making Dax a baggy of food. She could feel Rachel staring a hole through her head. "What's up?" She asked as she turned her head to catch Rachel's eye.

"Is all of this for our date?"

Santana's eyes flickered around the kitchen. Slowly standing up she walked towards Rachel as she tightened the ziplock baggy. "It's a lunch date is that okay? I figure we could do a lunch date so we can be back before the storm hits."

Rachel smiled and grabbed Santana's empty hand. "It doesn't matter what we do on our date, I just want to spend time with you."

Playing with Rachel's fingers and smirking Santana couldn't help but to be sarcastic. "We've spent the past two days together."

Huffing Rachel pinched Santana's hand. "Date time is different. You don't have to worry about chores and we can just hang out and talk."

Santana nodded her head thinking. It really was different, she could just really talk to Rachel out there. "Fair enough, now go finish getting ready and I'm going to take a quick shower and get ready. Then we can go."

After both women and Dax was ready to go, they all headed out to the garage to get the ATV's out. Dax, was sitting on the ATV that Santana would be driving patiently waiting for his master. He was excited, he hadn't been out on a riding trip with Santana in a while now.

Strapping on her helmet, Santana watched as Rachel done the same and climbed onto the other ATV. "You sure you don't want to ride with me? I can put Dax on the sled." What?! Dax was enraged, he never road on the sled when they were on the ATV's. Barking he expressed his annoyance.

"I'll be okay on this one. I remember everything that you showed me."

Santana nodded and closed the garage doors as Rachel pulled her ATV out to join Santana's. "Okay, just follow me and pay attention to my brake lights. I don't want to get rear ended."

Rachel huffed and revved her ATV successfully shooting herself forward a couple of feet. She looked at Santana, at least she couldn't see the oopsie look on Rachel's face. "Are you really really sure you don't want to ride with me?"

"I'm fine, now let's go!" Rachel couldn't contain her excitement. She was driving an ATV in the snow on a beautiful piece of property. Some people could only dream about seeing something this beautiful.

They had been driving at a leisurely pace for a little over an hour when Santana pulled into a little open area and hopped off her ATV. "We're here!"

Rachel followed suit and took off her helmet looking around. They were surrounded by woods. "Where is here, exactly?"

Santana just grinned and unstrapped the crate walking into the dense woods. "Follow me." Rachel followed along and was amazed when she came to a little bridge that looked like it lead to a staircase? Why was there a staircase in the middle of the woods? As Rachel got closer to the stair case she could see that it wrapped around a tree and holy cow there was a tree house. Rachel stopped on the bridge, looking up at the tree house. It was beautiful. Santana was about to start up the stairs when she realized that Rachel had stopped. Setting the crate down, she turned around and walked back to where Rachel was standing on the bridge.

"Welcome to my tree house." Santana said as she grabbed Rachel's hand and started walking again. "This place is beautiful Santana."

"Thanks, it's not done yet though." Suddenly Santana became nervous. Rachel seemed to like the tree house but what if this really was a silly idea. Her fears were doused when Rachel asked if they could go inside. "Of course we can, that was the plan all along."

Santana released Rachel's hand and picked up the crate, Dax who had been off using the bathroom, ran in front of her. Once at the top of the spiral stair case, Santana set the crate down again to unlock the wooden doors that opened up and latched to the front of the tree house. Next was the sliding glass door, which Santana closed back once everyone was inside. Rachel was in total awe. Directly to the right of the doors in a corner sat a small two person table in the corner. Along the wall out from the corner was floor to ceiling windows that had a hammock hanging in front of them. At the back of the tree house there was a door that Rachel assumed was a closet or bathroom of some sorts. The left side of the tree house was pretty much empty minus some book shelves and an area for Dax.

"Santana this place is amazing. How come you don't live out here?

While Rachel looked around Santana had been busy setting the things out for the picnic. "I love the cabin and this is more of just a hideaway. Come sit down with me."

Rachel finally turned and looked at what Santana had been doing. When did she have the time to make that food? As Rachel sat down, Santana poured them each a mug of hot chocolate. Rachel smiled as the surprisingly still warm hot chocolate made its way into her tummy. "So what else did you bring for our picnic?"

"Well madam, I have a fruit salad, turkey wraps and home made potato chips for our dining pleasure this afternoon." Santana said in her best fake French accent. Rachel giggled as Santana placed a good portion of fruit salad onto her plate followed by a turkey wrap and some chips. When Dax realized they were eating without him he barked. Where was his food?! Santana looked at Rachel apologetically and excused herself to feed Dax and give him some water. Once Santana joined Rachel back at the table the two women ate in silence until Rachel spoke up. "Will you tell me about your abeulo?" Santana laid her sandwich back down on her plate and wiped her hands. She needed to prepare for a story such as this one.

"He was the wisest and most intelligent man I have ever known. Anybody can be book smart, but he was life smart." She leaned back in her chair, there was so many stories that she could tell about her abeulo. "I was his only grand child and my parents worked all the time, so every weekend he would drive to the city and pick me up from school. Then Sunday we would have lunch and he would take me home." Santana smiled, those weekends and every break she had from school were the best times of her life. "I remember the first time he taught me how to drive the tractor. I was eight, and he had got down to do something and I decided to try and drive the tractor myself...I ran it into a pile of logs he had waiting to be milled. He didn't let me drive it anymore for a while after that."

Rachel snorted and promptly covered her mouth. Her cheeks flushed, she couldn't believe she had just snorted in front of Santana. Santana just laughed and handed her a napkin. She waited until she composed herself. "He sounds like a great man."

"He really was."

After lunch and more conversation, where Santana learned about Rachel being from a little town in Ohio, they moved to the hammock. The sun would be setting soon and Santana knew they would have to head out then in order to make it back to the cabin. "So is this the first date you have ever been on with a woman?"

Rachel leaned back to look up at Santana's face, that was a really random question. "Nope, I've dated women before." Santana let out a small sigh of relief, so Rachel knew she liked women and wasn't just bi curious. Bi curious women could really do a number on you if you weren't careful. Technically anybody could do a number on you and anyone telling you that you were just an experiment after you were together for a while really really sucked. "I like who I like and I don't care for labels if that question was anywhere close to bubbling to the surface. I guess though for societies sake they would label me as bisexual, however I see myself as more omnisexual."

That was way more of an answer than Santana expected to get. It didn't matter to her what society labeled Rachel as, she just wanted to make sure that she had an actual chance. She didn't open up often to people and when she did, she didn't want anything to get damaged. "Well for societies sake, I am a lesbian. Except that little bit in high school when I was trying to figure out who I was. Then everything seemed to shift into place when I realized my feelings for Brittany."

Brittany..why did that name sound familiar? Oh! She was the co-author for that article. Was that the same person? Only one way to find out. "Is the Brittany you dated the same one who wrote that article in Quick Media?" Santana nodded as she sipped from the mug of hot chocolate she had brought to the hammock with her. "Yeah, why?

Rachel looked down, picking at a lose thread on her jeans. "No reason."

Santana didn't miss the slightly off tone that Rachel was now using. Was she jealous? "Hey...that's over. It was in high school. She's married to Artie who runs the post office and my website. They have a set of twins together." Rachel was extremely relieved to hear that. "What about the rest of the people in town?"

"What do you mean? Have I dated them? No."

Rachel laughed and laid her head on Santana's shoulder. "No, I meant tell me about the rest of the people in town."

"Let's see, Will Shuester and Emma Pillsbury own and run Shuebury's the wholesale store. Shue's right hand man is Finn Hudson, he works at the store during the day and runs a little old movie theater at night. It's a nice place, black and white weekends are the best. Oh then there is Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson, Kurt runs the clothing department in Shuebury's and Blaine writes Quick Media with Brittany. They also have a successful internet show." Rachel was intrigued, these people seemed oddly didn't know why, maybe it was because Santana, who was a seemingly closed off person, was willing to talk about them. "Lastly there's Marley Rose and Ryder Lynn, they run the clinic. She's the doctor and he's the dentist. Mostly anyone else is people I don't care to know or just randoms stopping in on their way in or out to the ski lodge on the other side of town."

Rachel didn't ask many more questions. Other than little ones about Santana like her favorite food and favorite color. She really wanted to go into town eventually and meet some of these people that Santana had mentioned. For now she could wait, if Santana didn't think town was safe then she would follow the lead.

The sun was starting to set when Santana mentioned they should head back to the cabin. It had been a nice day just spending time with Rachel and talking. She wondered if Puck was on his way home yet with Quinn and Beth. Considering he left at 8:30 AM, he should be about half way home by now...unless he really did start a fight with Brian and is now in jail. If he did it wasn't her problem...unless Mike or Sam couldn't bail him out then he became her problem. She would have to go out to his place and check to see if he was back tomorrow, if he didn't come around first.

After cleaning up the tree house and packing everything back up, the women headed down the stairs and back to where they had parked the ATV's. It really looked like it was going to start snowing soon and Rachel was glad they were going back to the cabin. She understood why Santana preferred the cabin. If this storm was supposed to ice over the entire state, they wouldn't have anything in the tree house. The cabin was safer and it contained all the means to survive.

Walking across the bridge, Rachel grabbed Santana's hand and held it. Santana looked over and down at their hands smiling as she kissed Rachel's cheek.

"Soooo, Rachel I was wondering if you would like to go on a second date with me?"

"You're already asking me out on a second date?" Rachel was giddy with excitement. Today's date had been fabulous. Since she didn't know the area that well other than from what Santana had told her, she deemed it best to let Santana take the lead for now. Rachel was so excited and consumed with her inner thoughts that she didn't see the panicked look on Santana's face.

Did Rachel not want to go on a second date with her? She knew this whole tree house thing was going to blow it. She should have went on ahead and took Rachel to dinner and a movie this evening instead of coming out here. "Do you not want to go on a second date with me?"

"What?! Of course I would love to go on a second date with you!" Rachel was confused, had she been giving off the vibe that she didn't want to go on a second date with Santana. This was about to get real confusing if they didn't sort it out soon. Spinning to the side and grabbing Santana's hand after she set the crate on the back of the ATV, Rachel began to speak. "I had a lot of fun today. No one has ever took me ATV riding, no one has ever took me on a picnic in a beautiful tree house. That's you and only you. And I can't wait until our second date." Rachel leaned up and pressed her lips against Santana's. She slowly released Santana's hands, bringing hers up to wrap her arms around Santana's neck. At the same time Santana slid her hands around Rachel's waist pulling her closer.

Santana was the one to break the kiss. Sure she loved kissing Rachel, but they needed to head back to the cabin the sunset was fading and dusk was truly setting in. Pecking Rachel on the lips once more, Santana stepped back to grab her helmet and prompted Rachel to do the same. Soon they were off and heading back towards the garage.

Rachel only almost rear ended Santana twice on the way home. Maybe Rachel's brain was dazed from the kisses they shared in the woods. Santana knows that hers was until she pretended she was tying her boot and rubbed some snow on her face to cool off a bit. After parking the ATV's, Santana locked up the garage and headed toward the cabin, stopping to grab some dry wood. She knew there was no fire, she didn't build one back up this morning. She was surprised to see Rachel coming out of her room in pajamas when she came back in the door.

"Why are you already in your pajamas?"

Rachel stopped and looked down at herself. What was wrong with her pajamas? Was the date going to continue here and she changed too early? "Uh..I don't know. It's getting late and I wanted to be comfy? Should I go change back?" Shaking her head and laughing, Santana grabbed some kindling to get a new fire going. "No, I was just curious. I'm going to change too when I get this going. Why don't you go grab us some wine? Whichever you want."

After getting a good fire going and running upstairs to change, Santana came back down to the kitchen and took the offered glass of wine. "Would you care to join me by the fire m'lady?" Santana asked, waving her hand in a vague direction of the living room.

"Why certainly." Rachel responded while doing a formal curtsy. Sitting her glass of wine down on the coffee table, Santana walked over to the rocking chair in the corner and pulled out a sketch book and pencil before joining Rachel on the couch. Rachel had picked up the book that she had slowly been reading since she got here. You could never go wrong reading the original story of Peter Pan.

The two women sat in silence, each doing their own thing. However, Rachel could feel Santana studying her. She looked over to see Santana's pencil moving away against the paper. Curious, Rachel leaned up trying to peer over the top of the book, but Santana pulled it back to her chest. "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" The two women stared at each other. Asking the same question twice didn't normally get an answer unless the same person kept repeating it. Rachel slowly backed away and sat back down on her side of the couch. Once she was far enough away, Santana answered. "I'm drawing something."

Rachel raised an eyebrow. Why wouldn't Santana show what she was drawing. Oh. My. Gosh. What if Santana was drawing something pornographic. Rachel didn't know why her mind went there, ever since she had kissed Santana in the woods, her brain had been going in all directions. "Can I see?"

Santana paused..should she show Rachel. She wasn't sure how she would react. It always made Santana nervous to show someone her sketches. She was more of a painter and it felt odd to just draw someone without permission but Rachel had been there and she was a beautiful subject to be drawing. Santana swallowed a lump that suddenly decided to show up and slowly turned her sketch book around.

Rachel gasped. She had never seen such a beautiful sketch before. That sounded really arrogant since the sketch was of her. But really, the sketch looked like a black and white photograph. "Santana...wow. I want to say it's beautiful, but that sounds horrible since it's me. But it really is a beautiful sketch within itself."

Santana studied the drawing again and looked back at Rachel. She really had captured the light as it illuminated the side of Rachel's face. "Yeah, you like it?"

"I love it." Rachel moved from her spot on the couch and turned so that she was laying next to Santana. She really wanted to watch her draw. Santana curled up her knees so that she would have a place to rest her book and continued to fill in the drawing. She didn't need the physical model anymore, so it was perfectly fine to have Rachel snuggled up to her.

Between the snuggling and the wine, Rachel didn't stay awake long after she got comfortable. Realizing what had happened, Santana placed her book on the coffee table and pulled a blanket off the back of the couch as she settled in for an evening nap with Rachel on one side and Dax at their feet on the sectional.