Same Vacation
Same Day

There really is nothing worse than a disappointed parent. I don't know what it is, but it hurts more than when they're angry. They must know that it makes us feel worse or something because they throw out that card all the time. All of them. I've seen Rachel's dads do it, Brittany's parents, I've even witnessed Puck's mom use it. It works every time! It fucking sucks. I think that parents just have a secret conference every year about the benefits of guilt. They must, because they alldo it.

Hiram is really good at it. Not even gonna lie, I think it's the Jewish thing. He has a Jewish mother so I'm thinking he learned from the best. I'm not even trying to be racist... wait, that's not right... Judaism is a religion not a race... whatever. He actually made me feel kind of guilty when he told me that my Dad looked "kind of out of it." He totally knew it was my fault that he was like that.

I do need to fix this, though.

Too bad I've been sitting here, not eating and just listening to the conversation that the dads are having. I don't even have Rachel to occasionally look at with a flirty glance because she's all pissed upstairs!

What a fucking mess!

I'm just gonna go and blame my mother for all of this. It's really the easy thing to do here.

"Hey, Santana, you've been pretty quiet over there," I hear Hiram say to my right.

"Sorry," I say looking up from my barely touched plate, "just overusing my brain."

"Hey, Leroy, wasn't there a movie on TV tonight that you really wanted to watch?" Hiram asks his "life partner" across the table.

"Ummm... oh yeah! And would you look at the time," he says looking down at his invisible watch, "It's starting now!"

"Santana, you don't mind clearing off the table do you? We'll do the dishes when the movie's over," Hiram says as he gets up and tosses his napkin on the table.

"Uh... yeah, sure," I say not really aware of what's going on.

"I'll help," Papá says and suddenly I get what they're doing.

Sneaky gays.

I stay sitting down and watch as my father gets up from his seat. He starts combining the plates and the silverware. I don't know what to do. Words are blatantly failing me right now. Clearly, I'm the one that should be saying something, but I can't, so all that's heard is the clanking of the dishes and silverware together.

I know that barely any time has passed, but it feels like a million years. I have to say something!

"I'm sorry, Papá," I say softly and down to the table. I can't really look at him anymore.

Even though I'm not looking up, I can see him sit back down in the seat he's been sitting in since we started our dinners. He clears his throat and says, "I'm sorry, too, Tana."

Wait. What? "Papá, why are you sorry? I'm the one that accused you of-"

"If I hadn't given you a reason to, you never would have accused me," he says interrupting me, "you were worried, I understand that."

"But still, I should have known that you wouldn't do that again. You want this to work and you know that forcing Mamá and me into a room together doesn't work," I say as I get up and take the pile of dishes from the table.

Papá gets up with me and says, "Mija, I shouldn't have reacted the way I did. It's just that I'm-"

"Stressed out?" I ask with a guilty expression. I can't help this feeling. Even though I didn't do it on purpose, this is still partially my fault.

"Sí," he says rubbing the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, "tu madre y yo nos peleábamos martes por la noche y no hemos hablado desde," he says suddenly looking really worn out, "I'm not sure what to do anymore."

"Papá... lo siento..."

"Dejas de pedir perdón. Por favor. You shouldn't have to apologize for being yourself," he says and slumps onto a stool that's already been pulled out from under the island.

I pull out another stool from the other side of the corner and sit down with him. Once again I'm at a loss for words and all I can do is hope that he isn't expecting me to say anything. I fold my hands in front of me and fix my gaze on them. Suddenly, one of my Dad's hands enters my peripheral and in no time, it's holding one of mine. I look up and catch his eyes. "Todo va a estar bien," he says and I believe him. As simple as that. I just believe him.

I have to believe him.

"Te amo, Papá," I say because it's really all I can think of.

"Te amo, también, Mija."

I smile at my father and then squeeze his hand as tight as I can. I really don't want the tears that are forming in my eyes to fall. It might happen anyways. I honestly can't even tell what kind of tears these are. Are they happy because of what my dad just said to me? Are they sad because in the back of my mind I know that all this stress in his life is because of me? Or is the fact that I have a crazy mother hitting me again? Maybe it's everything?

All I know is that I don't want to cry right now. Not right now.

"I really wish that I could stay longer, Mija, but I have a surgery and rumor has it you have a girlfriend to fix things with," he says with a little smirk that I'm sure looks a lot like one I've been seen with on my face.

If I could, I would totally something do evil to Leroy. It was sooo him that told Papá.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that last part and let Leroy off the hook," I say as if I was ever going to do anything about it.

Papá laughs a little and stands up from the stool, "Walk me to the door?"

"Of course," I say and follow him as he walks out of the kitchen.

"I'm heading out," Papá says when we enter the family room.

"Already?" Hiram asks turning away from the movie he and Leroy have been "watching."

"Yeah, I need to prep for the surgery."

"Same thing next Sunday?" Leroy asks.

"Can't wait," Papá says and then looks at me, indicating that he needs to go.

I smile and we head to the door. Before I leave the family room, though, I turn around and give H a thumbs up, letting him know everything is okay.

"So, what did you say to Rachel?" Papá asks when we get to the door.

"Why do you assume that this is my fault?" I ask because I'm actually a little offended.

"Because you don't always think before you speak, Mija, kind of like another woman I know," he says to me with his 'Dad smile.'

I roll my eyes knowing that he's right. I don't always think before I speak. I follow my impulses. Sometimes it works out really well and sometimes it completely blows up in my face.

Like this time.

"I said that she has me whipped," I mumble.

"She does."

"Thanks, Papá."

I think you know what that sounded like.

"It saved her life."

Ummm... "Huh?"

"I looked at her chart when I came down to visit you guys. If you hadn't forced her to go to the hospital, things could have gotten a lot worse. So, you being whipped into doing anything for her, saved her life."

Whoa.

I'm not sure I'm processing this.

Although he's right. I think I would have drugged her and carried her to the hospital if she'd refused any longer.

I think I just heard footsteps at the top of the stairs.

"I have to go Mija. Buena suerte. Everything is going to be fine with Rachel, okay?" he says and wraps his arms around me before I can answer his question. I just nod into his shoulder. He lets me go, holds me at arms length and says, "te amo."

"Te amo, también."

Then, he opens the door and steps out into the summer night.

It's a humid summer night so I'm going to close the door and stick with the central air.

I'm going right upstairs. I know Rachel heard what my father said. Those were her footsteps.

Tonight will not end with her mad at me.

I have to go to my room first and get the anniversary gift I got for her. I bet you thought I forgot, too! Rude! As if! This gift was actually purchased a month ago. Remember when I said I was going to give Rachel roses for every month we're together? Of course you do. Well, last month I found this thing... okay, it's a knick knack thing and I'm not really a big fan stuff like that, but I saw it and instantly thought of Rachel. It's three roses made out of crystal. It stands about as tall as my hand and costs more than three real roses would, but these have the potential to last longer. I'm hoping I'm right and Rachel will like it.

Well, here it goes.

I knock on her door, "Rach."

Nothing.

"Rachel, please."

Still nothing.

I put my forehead on the door trying to think of something that will get her to open it.

"I didn't forget!"

Suddenly, the door flies open. I didn't even have time to move my head. When I look up, I'm met with the puffy, tired eyes of my girlfriend. She's been crying. And now she is crying. Oh no! Rachel tears!

"Beautiful, I'm sorry. Please, please don't cry anymore!" I really, really hate it when she cries.

She isn't stopping. Crap! This is all my fault! I made her cry like this! Because I can't keep my mouth shut!

"Rachel, I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have sa-"

"Stop it!"

"But I-"

"No. Just stop saying you're sorry," she says with a hint of anger in her voice. She turns away from me and walks towards her bed.

I don't know what to do. I'm just standing in the hallway with a box in my hand and a really confused look on my face.

Rachel whips her little body around and says, "Well, are you coming in here or not?"

I take the two steps forward into the room automatically.

"Close the door."

Done.

As soon as I turn back around, Rachel's arms are wrapped tightly around my waist and her face is buried into my neck. Her tears have started back up again and she's mumbling something. I have no idea what she's saying.

"Babe, I don't know what you're saying," I say softly.

She looks up with her eyes full of tears and says, "Of course you didn't forget," and then she buries her face back into my neck. Once again she starts mumbling things, but the crying has gotten heavier, so it's even more difficult to understand her.

"Beautiful, I can't understand what you're saying," I say and kiss her head.

She lifts her face back up and starts, "You... You..." she kind of hiccups and then says, "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"I know you do!" and somehow the sobs have gotten bigger, "that's why..." another hiccup, "you made me go..." hiccup, "to the hospital!" And back into my neck.

I manage to put the box I've been holding this whole time, down on the dresser next to her door and then grab her cheeks, forcing her to look at me. I don't say anything, I'm just looking at her. After a little while her sobs slow down to mere sniffles and when a half smile appears on her lips, I take the opportunity to place a kiss on them. When I pull my head back, I say, "Rachel, I love you. You have me completely whipped and I wouldn't have it any other way. I will drop everything to do whatever you need me to. Always. Happy Three Months."

"You're so perfect," she says looking at the box on her dresser, then she looks at me and says, "and I'm crazy."

I laugh a little and say, "Babe, you aren't crazy. I said something stupid."

"And you always say stupid things-"

"Hey!"

"But not in a bad way..."

"What?"

She's lost me here.

I watch as she puts her thinking face on. Clearly, she wants this to come out perfect and as she's thinking, I let my hands slide down from her cheeks to her shoulders. A little smile appears on her lips and I know she's formulated her thoughts just the way she wants them to come out. She takes a breath and starts, "You follow your impulses. When you feel like saying something, you let it come out," she pauses for a moment, putting her thinking face back on and then starts again, "sometimes I feel like if you weren't impulsive, I wouldn't know how you're feeling, because when you don't feel like saying anything, you won't... and don't. You did say something dumb earlier, but I reacted in a fashion that was just as irrational. I should have talked you down instead of lashing back."

"You know what?" I ask through a smirk, sliding my hands down to her hips and pulling her into me as close I possibly can.

"What?" she asks me as she drapes her arms over my shoulders.

Even though she stopped crying a while ago, her eyes are still pink and her nose is stuffy. Despite her tired eyes and sniffles I still think she's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. And I really do feel what I'm about to say to her. Even if she did blow up at me for as much reason as I blew up at her... which was no reason at all... really. My eyes drift down from her eyes over her nose and land right on her lips. Without even thinking about it, I'm being pulled right into them. I resist the gravity that she has me in just long enough to whisper to her, "You're perfect," and as soon as the words have left my lips I succumb to the pull that she has on me.

She hums out a sigh and the vibration on my lips moves throughout my body. She really is perfect. Even with her flaws... whatever those are.

This one, simple kiss has actually set me on fire. Need isn't a good enough word for what I'm feeling right now for the girl that's doing this to me.

Rachel pulls back only slightly out of the kiss for what I assume is some air. Her nose is still pretty stuffy. Okay, enough time for breathing has happened, I needs me some more Rachel kisses.

"What's in the box?" Rachel whispers just before my lips can get to hers.

What a frickin' tease!

"It's empty," I whisper and lean in to complete that kiss I want to be happening.

Did I really just miss?

Or did Rachel duck away from me so that she can get her hands on the box that I said was empty?

"You didn't bring me an empty box," she says leaning to the side to scope it out.

"You can't wait?" I sigh because my body really doesn't want to. It's really in the mood for some make-up sex. Like, bad.

"Please?"

Damn pouty face.

"Fine," I say and reach behind me to grab it off the dresser, "Happy Three Months, Beautiful." I kiss her forehead and hand her the box.

Oh, she is not staring at me instead of opening it!

"It isn't really empty," I say with a little impatience.

"I know, I'm just being a tease," she says and then finally starts opening it up. She pulls out the top sheet of crumpled tissue paper and then stops. I hear her sniffle a little and then see her gently tuck her hand into the box. As she's pulling her gift out of its temporary home, she sighs out, "San, they're beautiful."

"And they'll last forever," I say hoping that it's not a jynxing statement. I'm just gonna knock on her dresser a little bit.

"I love this," she says dropping the box on the floor next to us. She sets the roses on her dresser and looks at them for a little. Then she turns back to me and says, "I love you so much. This is so creative. Well, I know you didn't make it or anything, but it's a really great twist to the tradition you started."

"Well, three months is kind of big, you know. It's a whole quarter of a year," I say with only a little bit of sarcasm.

I really do think it's a big deal.

"I think that's an oxymoron," Rachel jokes.

"That isn't very nice to say to someone," I joke back.

She simply giggles and wraps her arms around my waist, nuzzling her face back into my neck.

"I really do think this is a big deal, you know," I say as I rest my chin gently on the top of her head and stare across the room at the deep purple accent wall that we painted about a month and a half ago. She looks up from my neck with a look telling me to elaborate.

The answer is simple. It's just a little difficult. Actually, I think I'm a little ashamed.

"This is the longest relationship I've ever been in."

I'm not ashamed because all of my past relationships were short. I'm ashamed because there are so many and they meant nothing. They were all to boost and then once I'd established it, flaunt my status.

"Me too," Rachel whispers.

"What are you talking about? You were with Jesse for at least this long and you were with Finn for months," I say due to my complete lack of guard for that statement.

"It is," she says bringing her hands up to cup my cheeks, "those relationships were nothing and you," she gets up on her toes and leaves a soft kiss on my lips, "you're everything."

I'm not sure if she did it on purpose, but one of her hands slid down from cheek to my chest, directly over my heart. I can't take my eyes off of her. I wonder if she can feel my heart beating. I'm not really sure how she couldn't, it is hammering away.

Everything.

That's a big three syllable word.

It's so simple, being told that you're someone's everything, but it's breathtaking. Seriously, I'm having a hard time breathing here.

But in a good way.

And now all I can think about is how I feel the same way about her.

"Are you okay?" she asks sliding her hand up from my chest to the back of my neck.

"Yeah," I whisper through a smile, "I'm better than okay. Like, way better."

"Oh yeah?" she asks in her flirty voice while her fingers tangle in my hair.

"Yeah," I answer as I slide my hands down to the swell of her back, "I'm with my everything."

That switched something on. I could see it in Rachel's eyes just before she smashed our lips together. "I love you," she says taking her mouth back for just long enough to say it.

"I love you," I say and then give my lips back to Rachel's. I feel the tip of her tongue slide across my bottom lip. Hmm... should I tease her and deny her the access she's asking for... nope... oh god... lip nibbling is like, the secret password... access granted.

I love how every bit of Rachel tastes. Right now I am completely indulging in the way her mouth tastes. I'm not going to say it tastes like candy, because it doesn't. Just like she... you know she... doesn't taste like candy. I will say that she's like candy in the way that I can't stop eating her.

Yeah, I went there.

Oh, she's moving to my neck and my hands are moving to her ass... I need something to grab onto... especially if she's going to suck on my neck right there.

"Oh my god, you're mouth is amazing."

"So are your hands," Rachel moans out and then goes right back to what she was doing.

Really? All I'm doing is squeezing her butt. Nothing special. Hmm... let's see if she thinks they're genius at a higher location. Over or under the shirt? Under. Definitely.

"Mhm," she hums as my hand grazes its way up her abs. Just as my hand cups her bra covered breast she husks out, "Bed," just a little squeeze and a pinch, "Now!"

"Your dads are downstairs," I say teasing her.

Her answer: yanking her shirt off and pulling me into a fierce kiss. "I don't give a shit!" she says in her deep, 'I want you' voice. Then, she turns me around and pushes me all the way to the bed.

So. Fucking. Hot.

I sit down on the bed and Rachel immediately straddles my legs, putting her knees on either side of me. "You are wearing far to many clothes at the moment," she husks and tears my shirt over my head, tossing it who knows where. She leans into me, wrapping her arms around me. While unhooking my bra, she whispers into my ear, "I want you to eat me out, so bad."

I can barely breath I am so turned on right now. She is the sexiest thing to ever be on top of me.

Well, now she's the sexiest thing ever to be under me.

I press into her when I get between her legs and she lets out one of the sexiest moans I've ever heard her let come out of her mouth. Oh she's totally getting what she wants from me. "These need to come off," I say tugging her pants and underwear off together because I cannot wait to put my tongue to work. After I put a hickey on her inner thigh though.

"San that feels so good."

Hmmm... now, what if I add in a little something extra? Like a thumb somewhere sensitive?

"Uh huh... oh San!"

Well, that was an interesting pitch.

I think she's ready. I'm just going to take a gander at the work I've done on her thigh... HOLY SHIT that's dark! Oooo. She probably shouldn't wear short shorts for a while... I'm just gonna kiss it and then make her feel really good.

Right now.

"Oh my god! Yes!"

"Umm... dads..."

"Soundproof... bedroom!" she moans out and pushes my head back down the two inches I'd lifted it up.

Oh yeah! How could I possibly forget that? Well then, back to one of my favorite tastes. And does she taste good.

This isn't getting weird is it? Whatever, no one said you had to peep in on my sex life.

Anyways, for those of you don't think things have gotten weird: I've found that I have to wrap one of my arms Rachel's thigh and hold down her hip with my hand because she moves a little too much. Since I started doing that, things have gotten much easier for me and I think things have gotten much better for Rachel. So, arm wrapped around her thigh, hand pressing on her hip and lips spread, I'm ready to really get down to business.

I need to stop saying things like that.

Okay, so, a nice slow drag up from bottom to top and then a teasing flick at her clit.

Rachel's hips attempt to buck up but I've got them locked down making it impossible for movement to make my tongue lose its place. Instead, I suck her clit in between my lips and lick it with my tongue pointed. Its really the best way to hit all those extra sensitive places.

As if there's anywhere for my face to go, she starts pushing down on my head. And she's trying to move her hips again... actually, I have an idea. I think that her inability to stop moving and the pushing of my face further into her might actually work to my advantage.

Well, if it doesn't work, I know what will.

Okay, releasing the grip on her hip, still sucking her clit between my lips and curling my tongue around it just a little. It's kind of like eating a really juicy fruit and trying not to get it all over yourself.

First jolt. Clearly the real trick is not letting go. So far so good. I wonder how long it's going to take Rachel to figure out what I'm doing.

Second jolt. "Oh my god. San wh-what are y-you doing?"

Nothing!

Third jolt. Followed by some grinding. I think she's figured it out. Oh yeah! She's definitely figured it out. The grip she has on my hair is telling me that she gets it. The force she's using to roll her hips is pretty telling, too.

"FUCK!"

Okay, I know it's good when she lets the curse words fly. I think this can get even better, though.

I bring my finger tips to her entrance and play around the nerves that hang out there.

"Unh... m-fuck... you're amazing," Rachel yells and grinds herself into my tongue and fingers even more, "I... you... fuck... inside!"

That wasn't even a sentence. Good. I'm gonna start with two fingers.

"Oh! Fuck yes!"

She is just letting that word fly out of her mouth! I love it!

"More," she demands as she rolls her hips some more, "I'm so... close."

I pull out a little and add a third finger. Okay, I know how impatient she gets and this has been going on for a while, so I'm thinking I should wrap things up down here. Three fingers makes finding that spot even easier.

"Oh my... Santana..." and that little squeak, then the silence.

She's still moving though and I haven't let go of her clit or stopped moving my hand.

"Oh my god! No, no, no! I c-can't! San?"

I don't stop and the consequence: a reflexive kick to my back.

"Hnh," I huff out as I let go of Rachel's clit and my fingers clumsily leave her, "I think you kicked my lungs." This feels a lot like falling on a Sue Sylvester lift.

Through her panting, "While I am sorry for knocking the wind out of you, you got what you deserved for not stopping."

"Well, how do you feel?" I ask resting my hands and chin on her pelvis.

"Fantastic," she says falling back down off of her elbows.

"Then it was totally worth it," I say through a devious smirk.

Rachel props herself back up on her elbows and whispers "Come here," while curling her finger in the way matches what she's demanding.

I stand up from the floor that I've been kneeling on and straddle my naked girlfriend. We crawl up the bed together so that Rachel winds up sitting up with her back against her headboard and my knees are on either side of her. "I bet you're making a mess," I whisper into her ear and then give it a little nip with my teeth.

"We'll sleep in your bed tonight," she whispers back and then leans forward, placing a kiss in between my breasts. And then there's another. "Mmm," and her tongue.

"I want to do something," she says looking at me briefly and then goes right for my left nipple. It is totally lost in her mouth.

"Rach, trust me, you are doing something," I moan, not realizing how turned on I already was. It's actually starting to hurt a little.

Rachel giggles a little, letting my nipple pop out of her mouth, and says, "Uh uh, something else. It's on a card." She puts her head back down and takes my right nipple between her lips. While her mouth is busy with that, one of her hands kneads at my left.

I have no idea what card she's talking about. Maybe it's the skirt from behind one? Or maybe, "Are you talking about the park one?"

She shakes her head in a "no" without letting go of my nipple.

"Oh. Do that again," I moan and run my fingers through hair. She shakes her head again and my head rolls back, it's so good, "Oh my g-"

"So are you ladies all- oh my god-"

"Holy fucking shit!"

"Papa!"

I jumped off of Rachel and the bed so fast I barely remember it happening. I also hit the floor so hard that the bruises I'm going to have probably have bruises. I think Rachel took cover under the blankets. I'm not really sure. I'm hiding under the bed.

"I... umm... just wanted to see if you two had made up and I'm thinking that you have so I'm just gonna umm... yeah. Goodnight," I hear Hiram say really awkwardly and then wait for the door to close before I even think about getting out from under the bed.

"San?" I hear Rachel say and then see her head hanging over the side of the bed.

"We aren't gonna be able to sleep in the same room anymore are we?" I ask, still under the bed.

"I think we should just be happy that Papa walked in on us and not Daddy," Rachel says through a smile, "So, are you going to come out from there or is that your bed for the evening?"

"I'm thinking it's going to be my new home for at least a week. Too bad the body pillow isn't under here anymore," I say and bury my face into my arms.

I feel movement on the bed above me and soon Rachel is lying down on the floor next to me, not under the bed. "You know, I can't do what that card says with you under here," she smirks at me.

"I don't think I can do any of the things on those cards after that," I groan, still feeling absolutely mortified that one of Rachel's dads just saw me getting my nipple sucked by his naked, sixteen year-old daughter.

"Yes you can. We'll just be more careful. And remember to lockthedoor," she says with a lot of emphasis on the last three words.

Way to go me!

"Rach, I'm really not in the mood anymore," of course I'm saying this to second horniest person I know and I'm sure she's going to insist that I am still in the mood somehow.

"That's okay." What? She's letting it go? "I'm gonna give you hint at what card it is though," she says with a wink.

"Okay?"

"Good Jewish girls don't it. I've already proven that I'm a terrible one, but this will probably double it over," she says and I have no idea what she's talking about. Do I have to do research or something? I seriously don't know anything about Judaism. "Still not in the mood?" she asks with as much of a shrug as she can manage lying on her stomach.

"No. Now I'm confused."

"You know, you can look at the cards to try and figure it out," she says rolling her eyes and giving me her 'you're silly' face.

"Are you trying to get me out from under the bed?"

"Yes."

"Well, just so you know, I was going to get up anyways," I say as I start to inch my way out.

"I know," she says getting up from the floor so that I can get out.

As soon as I'm up, I find my shirt, yank it over my head and peep out the door to make sure that there are no dads lurking in the hall way. I know that Rachel can't follow me just yet because she has no clothes on. I cross the hall and enter my room, heading straight for the shoe box in my closet. I pull out the stack of cards, stopping to look at the strap on for a second. I smile and then go right to the cards. No, no, no. Which one is it- oh my god. I forgot that I put this one in here.

I can't believe she doesn't think this is weird.

I can't believe she wants to do it.

I think I might have actually written this one as a joke, thinking that she'd say no and we would laugh about it. But she wants to do it. And now, the more I think about it, the more I want her to.

The card simply has two words on it: Blowjob.

tu madre y yo nos peleábamos martes por la noche y no hemos hablado desde - your mother and I fought Tuesday night and we haven't spoken since
Dejas de pedir perdón. Por favor. - Stop apologzing. Please.
Todo va a estar bien - Everything is going to be fine
Buena suerte - Good luck

A/N: Hey! How is everyone this evening... or whatever time it is where you are? I hope it's going well. I also hope that you enjoyed this installment. I swear I'm working on this as much as I possibly can. The holidays kind of slow me down and force me to do other things. I'm also sick. Anyways, let me know what you thought about this one! I really enjoy reading your comments. Oh and thanks to everyone who's favorited and alerted this... and all my other stories for that matter. Love you! Bye!