"Sanny why do we have to go to France?" Rachel whined, "You know I hate the country with a burning passion." Santana finished packing the bags and turned to Rachel, "Because mí amor, I promised mamí we would. If we bail again she'll be pissed." Rachel sighed and nodded, "Alright. Just don't leave me alone with that woman again. She hates me!" Santana kissed Rachel softly, "No she doesn't. She just wants to intimidate you into treating me proper. It's her way of saying she likes you." Rachel smiled, "I suppose it's like my daddy's version of making you cook all the food for dinner to see if you could get the vegan food right." Santana chuckled, "I suppose it is Tiny. Our flight's in eight hours." Rachel pushed Santana onto the bed and straddled her, "We have time then."