A/N: Prompt from an anon; Dantanchel out shopping together, with fluff. Not sure I managed the fluff, but oh well. XD Thanks!


"This one?"

"Mmm..." Without moving her attention away from watching Rachel rifle through the discount rack with narrowed eyes, Santana still managed to quirk the eyebrow in Dani's line of sight, "Are you holding up the blue one?"

Dani looked down. Blue blouse, check. "Yeah."

"Try the white one." Clicking her tongue against her cheek, Santana glanced at her. She smiled flirtatiously. "It looks better with your skin tone."

Smirking, Dani nodded. "Whatever you say, babe." She wiggled her fingers, slipping away towards the changing room, "Be back soon."

Not bothering to answer verbally but returning her nod so it was made clear that she'd heard her, Santana zeroed back in on Rachel. "Really?" she muttered, crossing her arms, a sneer beginning to turn the corners of her lips up, "In this whole giant store, she goes for that?"

"Santana!" Rachel called out almost as if she had heard her, "Look what I found!" The biggest of smiles on her face, eyes sparkling with pride and excitement, she hurried over, "See? What do you think?" She held the most offensive piece of boring, flat purple sweater Santana had ever seen up to her chest.

"Ohh." Santana put her hand up to her forehead, "You exhaust me." She shook her head, "No. No." Plucking the sweater from Rachel's hands, she tossed it unceremoniously at the closest employee; ignoring the fact that it fell short, draping itself over a rack full of barely-there tank tops, she instead took Rachel's elbow into her grip, turning her towards the more stylish, age appropriate section of the boutique. "Okay, Rachel, honey," she slid in behind the smaller girl, circling her arms around her waist and settling her chin onto her shoulder, effectively locking her into place, "Now, if you were a real girl and not some embarrassing adolescent, what would you choose?"

Pouting while stubbornly not relaxing into her girlfriend, Rachel sighed through her nose. "Seeing as I am not, anymore, an adolescent…" Her nails scraped along Santana's hands, "And quite real, I'm not sure I can help you."

Santana's lips pressed quickly against Rachel's cheek. "You sure about that?"

Reacting to the lowering of Santana's voice, Rachel's eyes darkened. "Very sure," she whispered, nodding. "And I think Dani would agree with me," she continued proudly.

Santana chuckled. "Let's see about that." Pulling her phone from her pocket, she brought it up in front of Rachel, leaning harder into Rachel so she could better see over her. "Rache thinks toddlers are sexy," she typed, sounding out slowly as she did so, "Come help turn her opinion around?" She hit send.

"Santana!" Rachel elbowed the girl lightly, "That's not what I said at all."

"Yeah." Santana shrugged, and, pushing her phone back into her pocket, she dropped a loud kiss to Rachel's cheek, "Whatever you say, hun."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Honestly," she took a step forward, turning, disengaging from Santana and crossing her arms, raising her chin, "What was wrong with what I picked?"

"Was it a sweater?" Dani asked as she approached, the white blouse over her arm, her other hand up and pushing her hair behind her ear; her grin grew when Rachel grumbled, Santana's smirk widening. "Babe," she stepped in even closer, sliding her hands around Rachel, cupping her hips, "I thought we agreed you don't need any more sweaters this winter?"

Rachel's eyes flashed. Her lips parted, but when neither girl let go of their pointed expressions, she sighed, nodding shortly. Still, "I don't need any of these…" She gestured behind her, at the shirts Santana had drawn her towards, "Either."

Laughing, Dani grabbed her hand. "That's the spirit," she teased, then tugged, "C'mon, help me in the dressing room."

Rachel immediately brightened. "Oh?"

"So oh," Dani laughed again, tossing a look over her shoulder at Santana that promised mischief, "So oh with a side of oh my, even."

Santana straightened. "Hey!" she raised her voice, only a step behind and grabbing the first thing off the nearest rack she could find, throwing it over her arm, "Not fair. Not okay. ¡No me gusta! Wait for me!"