AN: Geez, I just can't seem to stop writing all of this fluff! This one is probably even more fluffier than the last, so hopefully you like it! ;) Thanks for all of the reviews, favorites, and alerts. And since I can't respond personally, thank you to my anonymous reviewers JC, Coa, Update soon, and a glee fan! Like I said, this chapter is a lot of fluff, but it has purpose behind it as always! Also, I know I said the resolution between San and Noelia would be in this chapter, but I got carried away writing San and Rach so that will come in the following chapter. Enjoy and thanks for reading!

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Chapter 11 – Killing Me Softly

Santana had walked behind Rachel and stared at her swaying hips the entire way down to the hot tub in the basement, her jaw practically unhinged. It was a good thing she was carrying the towels over her shoulder, that way she could discreetly wipe away the saliva that had a good chance of running down her chin. She never would have expected Rachel's body to be so killer, but it was just about killing her now.

When Rachel planted her feet on the bottom step leading into the hot tub Santana's eyes nearly popped out of her skull and rolled across the floor. The little figure before her – with deceptively long legs – was bending forward over the tub and attempting to remove the cover. And while normally the Latina would have come to the rescue with her well hidden chivalry, she just could not stop staring. She was bending at the waist herself and cocking her head to the side, trying to get the best view possible. Rachel Berry had the most fabulous ass to ever grace a string bikini.

"Ugh, got it!" Rachel announced as she finally flipped the heavy cover off. "What are you doing, Santana?"

"Nothing!" Santana nearly shouted after almost being caught. She quickly clutched at the towels on her shoulder and said, "I just dropped one of the towels."

Rachel gave her an odd, questioning look and then slowly transformed her face into a smile. "You certainly do act differently at home than you do at school."

Santana disregarded the comment and went straight for the steaming water, quickly splashing in as if she was jumping into a tub of ice water because that's what she really needed. "No way," she insisted, and then ducked her head under the water. It didn't matter if she was submerged in the burning liquid; her brain was already melted into goo anyway. She came back up and swiped the water from her eyes. "I always act like this."

"Hmm…" Rachel hummed wonderingly as she delicately placed her feet into the water, taking the time to get used to the temperature by sitting on the edge. She swept her hair over one shoulder to tie it up and tried not to look at the droplets trailing down the smooth, caramel colored skin of Santana's equally bare neck. "I don't recall…"

"Well, I do…" Santana said nonchalantly, then closed her eyes and laid her head back. She rolled it from side to side and then held it up again. "This water is really hot. I think my dad turned the temperature up or something and I hate that, I feel like I'm being cooked. This is annoying. Do you think it's too hot?"

"I think you need to stop being so nervous, that's what I think," Rachel stated truthfully, with a knowing yet gentle smile. She then flicked her fingertips in the water and splashed her flustered girlfriend.

Santana scoffed, splashed back, and gave an obviously nervous chuckle. "I'm not nervous!"

"Oh really, because right now you're talking even more than I do," Rachel said and raised her brow, daring the other girl to argue with her.

"I'm not nervous," Santana disagreed, taking on the dare. She furrowed her own brows together and crossed her arms over her chest; it was evident that she was trying to think of something to say. "I'm not…I'm just tired and sore from all that skating."

"You mean all that falling!"

Santana glared in Rachel's general direction and crossed her arms tighter, then dropped her hard gaze to the rippling surface of the water. For being such a self proclaimed badass, Santana Lopez could definitely get her pout on.

"Aww, sweetie," Rachel gushed, not at all hesitating in taking the bait. Scaling the molded seats carefully, she waded her way through the water to sit on the edge next to Santana. Even without being used to sleepovers where most friends would play with each other's hair, Rachel's fingertips still found the Latina's sleek black ponytail and toyed with the wet silky strands. "Other people were falling a lot too."

Santana tossed her head and grumbled, "Not as much as me."

Taking her butterfly inducing actions one step further, Rachel moved her legs so that one hung over into the water on each side of Santana, practically over her shoulders. The change in position set Santana's heart to racing, especially when her still brand-new girlfriend took it one large leap further and shifted forward so she was almost straddling her neck.

"Is this okay, San?"

"Y-yeah…" Santana almost stammered, but thought she masked the hesitation well enough. They were so close that all she had to do was lay her head back again and it would be rested on either one of Rachel's inner thighs.

As if all of their small yet electrifying points of contact weren't enough, Rachel kept with the fingers in the hair and slowly moved her way into massaging Santana's scalp. It started at the back of her head, taking out her hair tie and letting the black waves spill all over. Then it progressed to fingertips at her temples, gently caressing and guiding her head back.

"Helping your nerves?" Rachel asked in a whisper, as she looked down at her girlfriend and smiled softly. Santana's head was lying in her lap and her dark eyes had fluttered shut, the angle making it easy to see her long full lashes against her cheekbones.

"I'm not nervous…" Santana whispered back. She was telling the truth now, the light caresses were calming her considerably even if her head was essentially between Rachel's thighs.

"Don't lie…" Rachel said playfully and then moved her right hand down over Santana's neck to settle her palm over her pulse point. "I'll be able to tell."

"I promise…" Santana said in a hushed tone, almost like she was close to falling asleep with the fingertips playing along her skin and hair. "I'm not nervous…not anymore."

Rachel lowered her head so that their lips were just inches away from one another, while sliding her palm up to the underside of the other girl's chin. "Okay, good…because I don't want you to be nervous with me."

"Mmm," Santana murmured, with eyes still closed. She had had sex countless times, but with the part of her brain that was still slightly lucid and not hazy with everything Rachel, she thought of how this moment was more intimate than any she had ever experienced. A few people may have known her body in ways that Rachel had yet to, but no one had ever known her mind like this or made her feel as content or as comfortable all at once.

Rachel held Santana's head gently as she bent over her; just enough to show that she was dominant in the situation and just enough to not put her on edge. It was evident that she meant for the action to lead to a kiss or a few, but for a while she was content just studying Santana's gorgeously peaceful face and knowing she had gotten it to be that way.

A hand wrapped around Rachel's calf beneath the water and kept its grasp. "Rachel," Santana whispered as she tilted her head further back, blindly trying to find her girlfriend's lips and trusting that she would be received. "Kiss me…"

"Always," Rachel told her and then closed the small distance between their mouths. Santana relaxed into the kiss she so desperately wanted and parted her lips, letting Rachel's tongue be the one to explore her first.

Naturally, Santana usually played the role of the aggressor, but laid out before Rachel she had definitely fallen into something more submissive. Not because she was being pushed to, but because she felt safe enough to give Rachel that power. She couldn't just move her head away if she wanted, she had to wait for Rachel to break the kiss for her.

Whether it was due to her own reservations or not wanting to push too hard, Rachel was ever so gentle and while Santana liked the delicate interactions she still couldn't figure them out. "You don't have to be so careful with me," Santana whispered when Rachel lifted her face to breath. "I won't break."

"Shh…" The petite brunette didn't bother with an answer, she just continued with her soft kisses. First, catching Santana fully on the lips and then straying to each one separately. After she had had her fill for the moment, she moved to Santana's cheeks and worked her way up to her forehead, where she finished by placing a feather light kiss to the bump there. "And one for your boo-boo," she whispered.

Santana hummed a laugh and hugged Rachel's leg to her side under the water. She instinctively turned her face inward to get closer, but when her cheek brushed with slippery swimsuit material and her nose bumped into Rachel's hipbone she immediately snapped her head up. "Sorry," she mumbled, straightening out her body so that she was facing directly away again and breaking the spell.

Rachel felt like her internal temperature was rising into a blush because she knew exactly why Santana was apologizing for getting that close. "It's alright," she tried to reassure, and placed her hand on the Latina's shoulder. Truly, it wasn't a big deal. It was just thought provoking, albeit unintentionally so.

Trying to bring back the easiness that they had had before, Rachel asked, "So, you're scared of spiders, huh? That just doesn't seem possible, not big bad Santana."

"Aren't all girls afraid of them?" Santana huffed.

"I'm not really…"

"Well, I don't know."

"So if one were to do this…" Rachel began walking her fingers down Santana's arm and smiled as she flinched and goose bumps rose over her flesh despite their warm surroundings.

Rachel leaned down to place a kiss on her neck in apology for her teasing and Santana ducked her head into her shoulder from the ticklish touch, giggling, "Stop it!"

They laughed together for a few more moments while Rachel continued to pepper kisses along Santana's neck, then lapsed into silence again.

"Are you ever going to get in here with me?" Santana questioned after a while, giving her girlfriend's foot a purposeful tug.

"Sit forward," Rachel advised, and then slipped into the hot tub so that when Santana sat back she was lying with her head on her chest. "How's that?" she asked, finding the other girl's hands and clasping them over her toned stomach.

"Um…good," Santana managed to say. It was more than just good. Being wrapped up in the girl who was continually bringing down her guard had to be close to sheer perfection.

"You know…" the petite brunette began, resting her chin on the shoulder in front of her. She was glad Santana was allowing them to be so close without jittering with nerves, because it had finally dawned on Rachel that she was hers to hold and it was all she wanted to do. "I know that you're quite a little rebel by nature and all, but you don't have to try so hard to impress me. I don't care if you know how to ice skate or if you're afraid of spiders or anything else for that matter. I like you for who you are already, and it's okay to not excel at everything and to be afraid sometimes."

Suddenly the linked fingers and arms enveloping Santana's waist seemed like a bit much and she squirmed, trying to resist the urge to pull away by turning her forehead against Rachel's neck. "Rachel…" she said quietly, almost as a soft warning.

"Santana…" Rachel echoed back, attempting to coax her girlfriend even further out of her shell by not backing down.

The Latina sighed roughly and her warm breath made Rachel's skin feel even hotter and stickier. "I don't like talking about this sort of stuff."

"Why?"

"I just…" Santana shifted some more, turning her head away and then back in again like she was looking for the words to say. "I don't know why, but I just don't." The position she was in wasn't as comfortable as it had been and she tried to unwrap Rachel's arms from her body, only to have them put right back.

"No, stay with me," the petite brunette behind her gently instructed. When Santana settled her head back again with another deep sigh, Rachel spoke softly in her ear. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I don't want to know your flaws and your fears to tear you down because of them. I want to know them so I can take care of you, so I can be there when you're afraid or when you need help. That's all I want, Santana."

"Ugh, Rachel," Santana weakly growled.

Rachel just giggled and pulled her girlfriend closer, nuzzling the sides of their faces together. "What, baby?"

"Rachel!" Santana whined sharply. The pet name totally ruined any chance of her keeping her distance and a smile crept onto her face before she even knew it. She hated how she was losing control, but at the same time she loved it and she knew it was exactly what she needed.

"Just talk to me!" Rachel laughed.

Santana sat up and turned around, then knelt in front of Rachel so that only the tops of her shoulders were visible out of the water. "I'm supposed to take care of you," she said seriously, making the slight smile on the petite brunette's face fall away. "That's what I am good at."

"We're supposed to take care of each other."

Taking Rachel's hands into hers, Santana brought them up and pressed the knuckles to her lips. Then she let her head bow and pressed them to her forehead. "You're making this hard for me."

"I was trying to make it easier," she said back, now sounding uncertain.

"I know…I know, Rach," Santana said as she shook her head, but kept it against Rachel's hands. "You're just making it hard for me to stay strong."

"What do you have to be strong against?" Rachel asked, sitting forward so that their heads were close together again. Even though the movements were miniscule, Rachel could feel the scrunch of Santana's muscles beneath her brow on her fingers.

When she received no answer, Rachel pulled her hands away and used them to bring Santana's face up so their eyes could meet. "Look at me, San. Tell me what you have to be strong against?"

"Everything…" Santana finally whispered, her voice sounding tortured. She looked away as soon as she uttered the words but didn't close her eyes, allowing the glassiness gathering on her lower lids to be easily seen.

"Does that include me?" Rachel questioned, her own voice beginning to sound tight as she lifted her head.

"No…well, yes…" Santana stated honestly, while rapidly blinking back tears. "I have to be strong because…because even though it's only been a few days I'm scared of how bad it will hurt if I lose you now. There, that's something I'm afraid of and I don't know why but I am." She kept her gaze directly away from her girlfriend's and bit her lip.

"I told you I didn't want to hurt you and that not everyone wants to leave you, and you know I meant myself when I said that," Rachel gently turned Santana's head towards her again and looked at her pleadingly. "I just want to know you and you told me that you wanted that too."

"I do, but…" Santana squeezed her eyes closed and her lips parted as they trembled. "But sometimes you can't help leaving."

And just like that, Rachel suddenly knew exactly what her enigmatic girlfriend was referring to – she was afraid of losing people like she had lost her mother. She put her forehead against Santana's and held her cheeks to keep her place as she whispered, "I know, San, and I wish I could tell you that that wasn't true but I can't. What happened to your mom doesn't happen to everyone…you have to give me a chance. You have to give yourself a chance to be happy."

"How did you know I was talking about her?" Santana asked softly as she brought her hands up to cover Rachel's. She was fighting against herself again. She wanted to flee, but at the same time she knew she could never get to where she wanted to be without a fight.

"I can just tell…" Rachel told her.

"This is why you make it so hard," Santana choked out. "You just know me without even trying and it reminds me of my mom…" She paused to take a deep breath, trying to keep her emotions in check even though Rachel could practically feel her body buzzing with tension. "And of how bad it hurt when she died."

The petite brunette pulled back and waited for Santana to open her eyes before asking quietly, "I remind you of your mom?" The confession was surprising, flattering, and unnerving all at once. She wasn't sure if she could live up to whatever comparison Santana was making.

"Is that weird?" Santana sniffled, and her brows pinched together as if she were in pain. And it definitely caused Rachel pain to see the expression.

The Latina looked too vulnerable for Rachel to admit that it wasn't weird, but at least a little frightening. Santana was trying so hard to be open with her even when she had said outright that she didn't like where the conversation was going. So, flashing a comforting smile, Rachel told her, "It's not weird…I'm glad you feel that way. It must be a good thing, right?"

"Psh, I – I think so, I hope so," Santana scoffed, rolling her eyes despite the quiver in her voice. "It's just that you do this to me!" she said and removed her hand from the water to gesture at her misty eyes. "You can talk talk to me and reduce me to tears without actually upsetting me or making me feel like a complete loser. I feel…I guess I feel comfortable with you, it's just takes me a while to let myself get there. I'm so used to trying to be an unfeeling bitch that it's hard to break the habit."

And then Rachel's lips stretched into a wide smile and she smashed their mouths together in a hurried, excited kiss. "I'm so proud of you," she whispered between pecks. "Really, I am. Look how far you've come in just a few days."

"With you anyway," Santana smiled sadly.

Rachel nodded understandingly and remained her positive self as she smoothed the Latina's black hair back with her palms. "It's a start and then before you know it the bitch will be dead and buried, and you'll be so unwaveringly nice and enthusiastic that you'll rival even me!"

Santana's face went blank at that comment and she slowly let her head sink under the surface, bubbles coming up in its wake.

"Get up here!" Rachel demanded with a laugh and pulled her girlfriend from the water. "Maybe that was too strong of a comparison!"

Catching Rachel off guard and making her yelp in surprise, Santana spit a stream of water from her mouth right into her face. "Ya think!" she then laughed.

Wiping her eyes and glaring, the petite brunette mumbled, "And maybe we'll have to work on your manners to…"

Santana was all sly smirks now. "Oh, I gots manners," she said cockily, as she raised herself up and put a knee on either side of Rachel's waist so she could sit facing her in her lap. When all of their overheated skin came together Santana felt like she was going to die, but at least she would die happy. She then guided Rachel's head back, exposing her neck so she could place light kisses there and swipe at stray water droplets with her tongue.

"How did we go from that to this?" Rachel whispered, sounding more than a little amused as she kept her fingers threaded in dark hair.

"Because you send my emotions all over the place…"

"Oh, really? And what emotion is this?"

"I don't know," Santana hummed against her ear. "I just want to be close to you."

"Well, as wonderful as that sounds, I'm afraid that if I let you keep going we're going to end up too close too fast," Rachel breathed out, while moving herself away a little.

Santana jumped back immediately and began to pull away, trying to get off of Rachel. "Sorry, I'm so sorry…I wasn't trying to do anything, I just thought –"

"Calm down," Rachel gently advised. "We can be close," she said as she looped her arms around Santana's back and brought their bodies together again. "You just can't keep kissing me like that…my rigid self control seems to be defenseless against you."

"Should I be taking that as a compliment?" Santana questioned, pursing her lips as if she was trying to figure it out. She may have been playing dumb, but internally she knew exactly what Rachel meant. It meant that she wanted her just as badly.

"A very big compliment," Rachel told her.

They quieted and Santana used the pause in conversation to hug her girlfriend close and lay her cheek on her shoulder. Rachel ran her fingertips in random patterns over Santana's back, making her sigh. Their bodies were melded closer and closer together the more that Santana relaxed and soon there was no space between them. It wasn't awkward though, they were too tired for their closeness to be anything but innocent.

"You're falling asleep," whispered Rachel, feeling her own eyelids getting heavy. The hot water and weight against her would be enough to lull anyone to sleep.

"Nuh uh…" Santana murmured as she snuggled closer.

"Seems like the twins aren't going to be the only ones out cold tonight, San."

The Latina mumbled something unintelligible, making it even more obvious that she was half way to unconsciousness. Rachel giggled and gave her girlfriend a little squeeze, to which she hardly responded. For Rachel, having Santana asleep in her arms was like wiping the slate clean of any insult and injury they had ever caused each other. If Santana could trust her like that, then she could forgive her for their less than friendly past.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" a low, breathy voice asked.

"I thought you fell asleep…" Rachel replied, closing her eyes at the sensation of Santana's lips brushing her collarbone as she spoke.

"Almost," she sighed. "But I don't wanna get up if you have to leave after. Stay…we can practice cuddling."

"I think we already are," Rachel pointed out and reached up to pet the Latina's damp hair. "But yes, I'll stay. I may have already told my dads that I would be staying over."

Santana made a little noise of excitement that Rachel would have never thought her capable of until recently. "Oh, well then we should keep practicing. But let's go up to my room, pillows and blankets are so much better for cuddling than hot tubs."

"I'll second that."

~S~R~S~R~S~R~S~R~

"So, this relationship is getting pretty intense already, don't you think?" Santana asked, as she hopped up onto the countertop next to the bathroom sink and sat cross legged. She had a tube of toothpaste in one hand and a purple and a green toothbrush clutched in the other.

"Why is that?" Rachel questioned back, her voice muffled from her face being buried in a towel after washing it.

Santana held out the green toothbrush when Rachel turned to her and smiled brightly, albeit a little sleepily. "You already have a toothbrush in my bathroom and we've been dating for not even three days."

Rachel shook her head with a laugh, took the offered item, and then snatched the toothpaste away as well. "It's not my fault you keep asking me to stay."

The Latina gasped and dropped her hands into her lap. "Rachel, you've wounded me," she said, looking down and pushing out her lower lip. "Don't you want to stay with me?"

"You're quite the jester, my dear girlfriend," Rachel said and then began brushing her teeth. Though she carefully removed the toothbrush soon after to continue speaking. "And may I ask why you're sitting up there?"

Santana just shrugged, already having shoved her own toothbrush into her mouth to brush noisily. "Ar yike when you car me dat an' ar arways do dis," she managed to say through a mouthful of spit and toothpaste. "It's ow I gots sucha grood grill."

Without a hint of toothpaste on her lips – unlike Santana who likened a rabid dog – Rachel haughtily replied, "I have no idea what you just said, but I certainly hope it was more ladylike than how it appeared." She continued brushing after an eye roll, but snapped her head up in shock when her girlfriend made an indecent sound and then spit into the sink.

"I said, I like when you call me that – you know, your girlfriend. And I always do this…it's how I got such a good grill!" Santana exclaimed with a cheesy grin that showcased said "grill."

"Lovely, and I'm glad you like it," Rachel deadpanned.

Continuing to bare her teeth like a crazed person, the other girl said proudly, "You know it! Now, onto the mouthwash! Gotsta keep it fresh!" Each of them was trying not to laugh, but as their eyes briefly met in the mirror's reflection they could see the glint of amusement in the other's eyes. Santana knocked back a swig of the electric blue liquid as if she was taking a shot of alcohol and proceeded to gargling obnoxiously.

"Alright, enough!" Rachel laughed after a few moments. She slapped the back of her hand into Santana's stomach, making her jump in surprise and choke mouthwash all down the front of the old Cheerio's shirt she had put on. She quickly spit the rest of it into the sink, coughing and sputtering as she did.

"You almost killed me!" she half laughed, half choked out.

"I guess you shouldn't do childish things then."

"I thought you were invested in good oral hygiene," Santana said and then brought her hand to her mouth, still continuing to cough. "Geez, Rach, now I need mouth to mouth!"

Rachel took her time putting her toothbrush into the holder and then turned to Santana, placing her hand on her hip and arching her brow pointedly. "Well…" she said slowly. "I am certified in CPR. My dads insisted that it was a highly practical skill to posses and I couldn't have agreed more."

"Then let's go, woman!" Santana waved her on with watery eyes and then gave a few more coughs that were much more fake than real. "I'm dyin' here!"

To shut her up more than anything, Rachel grabbed Santana by the front of her t-shirt and pulled their mouths together. It couldn't be denied that Santana's antics had purpose. She always tasted amazing, but now her lips and tongue were cool to the touch and slippery with sweetness as Rachel sucked them into her mouth.

"Minty fresh," the petite brunette whispered after their lips separated.

"Told ya." Santana kissed Rachel's cheek, leaving a cooling sensation on her skin. "That's how I likes ta keep it…always fresh."

"And cocky," Rachel said in her ear, turning her head so more kisses could be rained down over her jaw.

"Just so you don't know I'm more nervous than anything…"

Rachel stood on her tip toes so she could kiss Santana's lips again. "We already talked about this, you're not supposed to be nervous with me."

"I can't help it and I don't really think it's a bad thing," the Latina breathed out and looked into Rachel's eyes with a silently fierce sincerity. "It's just because…because I like you so much. I don't want to mess up."

"You're not going to mess up," Rachel told her as she held out her hands to help her off the countertop. She wasn't going to dwell on Santana's words because she was truly convinced that they could make it work between them. The only thing that could possibly bring them down was school and gossip, but they were bonding so quickly that soon they would just be a force to be reckoned with. "Now, come on, it's time for cuddle practice."

~S~R~S~R~S~R~S~R~

Cuddle practice turned out to be the most relaxing and enjoyable type of practice that either girl had ever participated in. There was no running laps or repeatedly singing scales, just a dimly lit room and Santana and Rachel huddled together in the middle of the bed. They lied on their sides facing one another, so close that their foreheads and the tips of their noses touched. They hardly spoke, but instead went in and out of dozing off and reawaking to kiss some more.

At a time when Rachel had succumbed to sleep, Santana traced her fingertip over a dark eyebrow, a cheekbone, and then a cutely bowed top lip. Rachel twitched in her sleep from the touch and Santana smiled to herself. She never knew she could feel so connected to someone she used to dislike, and especially in such a short amount of time. And even though she was only sixteen something and she had never been in love before, she did know that whatever she was feeling had to be the beginning of just that. How could she not fall in love with someone who not only cared for her, but for her sisters as well?

But along with the strange tingly, happy feelings there was also a throb in her head and an ache in her bruised knees. Reluctantly, she pushed herself up to go fetch some ibuprofen from the bathroom, but before she could go far Rachel was asking, "Where are you going?"

"To the bathroom, I have to get something for this headache…"

"I'll get it," Rachel said as she sat up.

They began a little race as Santana got off the bed, trying to be faster than her girlfriend. "No, no, I'll get it. You can go back to sleep."

"Really, Santana, I insist. If you're not feeling well you should be the one lying down." Rachel countered, catching the Latina's wrist as she started to walk towards the door. She turned her around and gave her a push back to the bed. "Go, I'll take care of you. I'm the one who subjected you to the ice skating after all."

"Yeah, but I'm not a baby…" Santana lightly laughed as she complied and got under the comforter again.

Rachel moved to the door and then stopped, calling back, "This is never going to work if you don't accept the fact that you're my baby now," before disappearing into the hallway. When she came back with a glass of water and a bottle of pills, Santana had to pinch her leg beneath the blankets to remind herself that she wasn't dreaming again.

"Here's your water," Rachel announced as she handed Santana the glass. She held back on the plastic bottle though, opting to open it herself and shake out two pills in her hand. "Okay, open," she said, waiting for Santana to open her mouth.

Santana looked up at her through her lashes and shook her head with a smirk, and then she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. "Thanks, Mary Poppins," she teased, after taking a sip of water and swallowing the pills.

Rachel's eyes lit up. "I loved that musical when I was young! How did you know!"

"Lucky guess, I suppose. But instead of a spoonful of sugar, I think a kiss would help the medicine go down better." Santana lifted the blankets, urging Rachel to slip back under them with her.

"It's worth a try," she shrugged, swiftly rolling Santana onto her back and making her squeak in surprise as she pressed their lips together.

:D Super fluff, right! I'm hoping you all don't think San is being too soft, I just feel like after not having much attention she needs a little extra spoiling! She'll be her usual tough self when they go back to school, which is happening two chapters from now! Thanks again and let me know what you think, if you would please!