Rachel and Santana stayed like that for half an hour. Santana remained with her head in Rachel's lap and Rachel continued to stroke Santana's hair in a calming manner. After thirty minutes, Santana stood up. "Do you want to go eat now?" Santana asked. Rachel looked at her.
"Only if you're ready to go. I told you, Santana, we're in no rush." Rachel said. Santana smiled.
"I'm ready to go, Rachel. I've been up for two hours and I haven't eaten anything. I'm hungry." Santana said. Rachel nodded.
"Okay. Let's go then. Where do you want to go eat? And I'm pretty sure Breadsticks doesn't serve breakfast, so choose something else." Rachel said. Santana huffed.
"Fine. We'll go somewhere else." Santana said, pouting. Rachel laughed.
"Just decide while you're getting ready, okay?" Rachel said. Santana smiled at Rachel and nodded. "'Kay." Rachel whispered and started to walk past Santana. The taller girl spun her around and kissed her.
"Thank you." Santana said.
"For what?" Rachel asked.
"For being here." Santana explained. Rachel smiled.
"Of course, sweetie. I have to go back home to get ready…" Rachel said. Santana shook her head.
"Why? You look amazing." Santana said. Rachel looked down. She had gotten dressed in five minutes. She had pulled the first pair of sweats she grabbed out of her closet and threw it on. Her hair was up in a loose ponytail and her only makeup was foundation, which she never left the house without wearing.
"What are you talking about? I'm wearing sweats with my hair in a ponytail and only foundation on." Rachel said.
"And you've never looked hotter to me. I love your natural look. You're naturally beautiful." Santana said. Rachel smiled.
"At least loan me some make up and a hair brush." Rachel said. Santana nodded and hugged Rachel. The smaller girl immediately returned the hug. Santana went into her adjoined bathroom and handed Rachel her makeup bag and her hairbrush. Rachel went to Santana's vanity and put on her makeup while Santana got dressed. Santana then proceeded to put on her makeup while Rachel patiently sat on her bed. When Santana was finished, she turned to Rachel. "You look beautiful, S." Rachel said. Santana smiled and walked toward Rachel. She leaned closer to Rachel until they were less than an inch apart from each other.
"Thank you." Santana whispered. She leaned in and softly kissed Rachel. "I love you, Rach." Santana said. Rachel smiled.
"I love you too. Where do you want to go for breakfast?" Rachel asked.
"I don't know… you want to go to IHOP or something?" Santana suggested. Rachel nodded.
"IHOP sounds wonderful. Let's go." Rachel said. She grabbed her wallet, her phone, and her phone. The two girls walked downstairs hand in hand and went into the living room where the rest of Santana's family had gathered.
"Mija." Dr. Lopez said in surprise. He certainly hadn't expected to see his daughter out of her bed this morning. "How are you doing?" he asked.
"Better. I'll be okay, Daddy." Santana said. Her parents smiled.
"Where are you girls going?" Kristy asked curiously. Santana smiled.
"We were going to go to breakfast. Is that okay with you guys?" Santana asked. Her parents nodded.
"Of course it is, sweetie. Go ahead." Dr. Lopez said. Mia jumped off the couch and ran to Santana.
"I want to go, Tana. I want to go!" she yelled. Santana smiled sadly at the little girl and squatted down so she was eye level "I want to go." she said softly.
"Oh chica, you know I would love for you to go with us. But its just going to be Rachel and I this time, okay?" Santana said. Mia looked at Santana, then at Rachel, before looking back at Santana. Santana saw her lip quiver before the young girl opened her mouth to speak.
"You like Rachel better than me. You don't like me anymore. I… I hate you, Tana!" Mia said before pushing past Santana. Since the girl was squatting on her heels, the impact caused her to lose her balance on fall on her back.
"Mia!" Kristy yelled. Rachel helped Santana up. "Santana, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" she asked. Santana nodded. "I'll go talk to her." Kristy said. Santana shook her head.
"Let me do it." Santana said. She turned to go upstairs before slowly turning around. "Rachel…" she trailed off. Rachel shook her head.
"Its okay, San. Go." Rachel said, smiling encouragingly. Santana smiled and ran after her sister. She went to the girl's room.
"Mia? Are you okay?" Santana asked the four-year-old.
"Go away." Mia said. Santana ignored her and went to the girl's side.
"I'm sorry I hurt your feelings. Its just, you know how Rachel told you she was going to make me feel better?" Santana asked. Mia nodded. "Well, this is apart of her attempt to make me feel better." she continued. Mia didn't look at her older sister. "Mia, do you really hate me?" Santana asked. Mia nodded.
"You like Rachel better than you like me." Mia said.
"Mia, that's not true. I love both of you. I just love you guys in different ways." Santana said.
"What do you mean?" Mia asked.
"Well, you're my sister. Rachel is my girlfriend. You know how Daddy and Kristy love each other?" Santana said. Mia nodded. "Well, that's how I love Rachel. And I love you like I love Isaac or Dex." Santana said. Mia didn't say anything. "Hey, you want to know a secret?" Santana asked.
"Yes." Mia said.
"I'll always love you more than I love Isaac." Santana said, smiling. Mia smiled up at her sister and allowed Santana to hug her. "Are you still mad at me?" Santana asked. Mia shook her head. "Good. Now… can I go to breakfast with Rachel?" she asked.
"Yes… I love you Tana." Mia said. Santana smiled.
"I love you too, Mia. How about this. How about I take you somewhere fun another day, okay?" Santana suggested. Mia nodded.
"Can we go to Breadsticks?" Mia asked. Santana laughed.
"Yea, we can go to Breadsticks. I'll take you to the zoo, too." Santana promised. She leaned down, kissed her sister's head, and hugged her. She walked out of the room and almost ran into Rachel. She looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"I wanted to make sure you were okay." Rachel whispered. Santana smiled.
"I'm fine. Everything's okay." Santana said. Rachel nodded and the two went downstairs, said goodbye to Santana's parents, and went to Rachel's car. As Rachel drove, she looked at Santana with an amused expression. "What?" Santana asked.
"You offer to take your four-year-old sister somewhere fun and she asks to go to Breadsticks of all places?" Rachel asked. Santana laughed.
"What can I say? Everyone does say that she's a lot like me." Santana said. Rachel laughed and pulled into the IHOP parking lot. Soon, the two were seated and ordering. As they waited for their food, Santana looked around the restaurant to see if she knew anybody. Just as she was about to return her attention fully back to Rachel, something caught her eye. Unconsciously, she gasped. Rachel noticed this.
"Sanny? Are you okay?" Rachel asked. Santana shook her head. "What's wrong, sweetie?" Rachel asked, concerned.
"My… my mom just walked in." Santana said. Rachel followed Santana's gaze and saw Santana's mother.
"Are you okay?" Rachel whispered. Santana nodded.
"Yea… yea. As long as she doesn't see me. I can picture two scenarios if she does. Either she sees me and comes over here or she sees me and she ignores me. Either one is terrible." Santana said.
"Do you want to leave?" Rachel asked. Santana shook her head.
"No. We already ordered and I'm not going to let her dictate where I go to eat." Santana said. Rachel nodded.
"Can I ask a question? Its about your mom." Rachel said. Santana nodded. "Well, when we were in your room you said you haven't talked to your mom for eight years." Rachel said.
"Yea… and?" Santana asked, confused.
"Well, I thought your mom left when you were nine. We aren't seventeen." Rachel said.
"Before she walked out on us, she spent an entire year on supposed business trips. She never called, just sent the occasional postcard. She didn't even say goodbye to Isaac and I when she walked out." Santana said. Rachel nodded.
"I'm so sorry, Santana." Rachel said.
"Its not your fault." Santana said, looking down. Rachel started to say something, but was interrupted by a new voice.
"Santana?" a woman said. Santana's eyes widened and the two girls looked up. Rachel bit her lip and looked at Santana before looking back up at the woman.
"Mom…" Santana said. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, we just got done spending time with some old friends of mine and decided to come to breakfast." Santana's mother said. She glanced at Rachel, who took that as her cue to introduce herself.
"Hi Mrs…." Rachel trailed off.
"Karen Young." Santana's mother said.
"Mrs. Young, I'm Rachel Berry. I don't know if you remember me, but I was in Santana's class every year in elementary school." Rachel said.
"Oh yes. I do remember you. You're the one with the two fathers, right?" Karen asked in a discourteous tone. Rachel closed her eyes and looked at Santana before answering.
"Yes, I am." Rachel answered. Karen scoffed and nodded.
"Well, to each his own, right?" she condescendingly asked. "So what are you two doing here together? Are you friends with her, Santana?" she asked. Santana got visibly angry at the way her mother was talking to Rachel.
"Rachel's my girlfriend, Mom. I'm in love with her." Santana said.
"You're what? Santana, you can't be…" Karen trailed off and glared accusingly at Rachel. "You did this to her. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, huh? You didn't have to corrupt my daughter." Karen said. Santana interrupted.
"That is enough, Mom. You don't get to come back after walking out and judge my girlfriend. Not that your opinion matters. And for the record, I asked Rachel out. Not the other way around." Santana said.
"Santana, you can't… this isn't right." Karen said. "Zoey would never-" Santana interrupted her mother.
"Then why don't you go back to your perfect family? And don't worry about trying to stay involved in Isaac's and my lives. We really don't need you." Santana said.
"Does Max know about this relationship?" Karen asked.
"Yes. Dad is very supportive of us. He loves Rachel. Can you please leave us alone now?" Santana requested. Karen looked at her daughter before walking away and gestured for her family to follow her. Santana watched as they got in their car and left the restaurant. "Are you okay?" she asked Rachel.
"I'm fine. The question is, are you okay?" Rachel asked. Santana nodded. "Is she moving back to Lima?" she asked.
"Yea… she's staying at the Lima Hotel until they find a house. Lima just gained an awful family, huh?" Santana asked. Rachel could tell that she was trying to brush it off, but she was truly hurt.
"You're hurting. I can tell." Rachel said.
"Rachel, I'm fine. Can we please eat?" Santana requested as their food was placed in front of them. Rachel dropped the subject and started to eat. As they walked out of the restaurant, Santana grabbed Rachel's hand and pulled her close. "I'm sorry for snapping at you in there. You were right. I am hurting." Santana said. Rachel hugged Santana.
"I know you are. That makes me hurt. But I promise I'm going to do everything I can to make you better." Rachel said. Santana smiled.
"Thanks, Tiny." Santana said.
"I love you." Rachel said.
"I love you too. Do you want to come over?" Santana asked. Rachel shook her head.
"I'd love to, but I have something to take care of. I'll call you." Rachel said. She drove Santana home and then drove to the Lima Hotel. She walked into the lobby. "Hi, can you tell me what room Karen Young is staying in?" she asked.