There's probably a bunch of mistakes in this I'm sorry.
Disclaimer: This story is not mine and neither is Glee.
"Oh my God," Tina said in disbelief the next day during home room. "Are you joking?"
"I wish I was joking," Santana informed her seriously, casting a quick look at Rachel who was sat at a desk near the front of the room with Miss Holliday.
She was discussing a book which she had been reading at the suggestion of the teacher and although it had been hard going for Rachel, she had persevered and made herself a promise to read at least one chapter every night. Rachel had gotten into Santana's car this morning desperate to talk to Miss Holliday about it, apparently having gotten to a really moving part yesterday. Santana had smiled at the look of pure joy and excitement on Rachel's face as she'd thumbed through the book on their journey in this morning; stopping when she'd come to a page she'd read last night. Rachel had narrated her favourite paragraph out loud to Santana as she'd driven, repeating the words over and over, seemingly deriving some personal connection with the text.
"Chris walked in on the two of you…you know…doing things?" Tina asked still gobsmacked by the admittance, drawing Santana's thoughts back to the current conversation and away from her girlfriend.
"It was nothing like that," Santana quickly told Tina, glancing at Quinn who had a smirk plastered on her face. "It was just…like…ok, so, there's a G rated film right?" Santana started, holding out one hand for effect, "and then there's NC-17," She said and Tina nodded her head. "We were like…a PG-13."
"A PG-13?" Quinn asked in an attempt to get further details.
"Yeah, you know," Santana said, looking at her friend with a smile on her face, "partial nudity with some suggestive material…" Santana trailed off.
"Was there an intense sexual situation?" Quinn asked mischievously, raising her eyebrow suggestively.
Santana blushed at the recollection of the damp which she'd felt between her legs at the touch of Rachel's lips against her chest and the feel of her girlfriends' hand as it swept over the skin by the waist band of her jeans. She swallowed hard, dropping her gaze to the desk in front of her for an instant before answering, "It definitely had…potential."
"Ok," Tina said making a face that told Santana she did not need the particulars. "So what happened after Chris walked in on you?"
"He told us not to stop on his account," Santana informed them.
"Your brother is such a pervert," Tina commented laughing.
"I don't know," Quinn said teasingly, winking at Santana. "I wouldn't have minded walking in on that."
"Oh my God," Tina said surprised at Quinn's words.
"Quinn!" Santana protested.
"I'm only joking," Quinn said waving her hand in protest at Santana's remonstration. "Besides, I'm not surprised you're finally…experimenting?" Quinn informed her, unsure of the right word to describe the change in their relationship. "I already thought that you guys were…you know…" she said leaving the insinuation unspoken, "I told you as much when I came around and found Rachel in your clothes, remember?" she asked.
"What?" Tina asked. "When was this?"
"It was about a month ago," Quinn said turning to Tina. "Do you remember when they had that fight because of Bree? It was back then." She continued to explain. "Santana called me all agitated because Rachel had walked off and left her standing in the parking lot of the police station looking like an idiot…"
"Hey," Santana protested again but Quinn continued regardless.
"I went round to her house," Quinn told Tina, pointing at Santana with her thumb, "and found Rachel dressed from head to foot in her clothes."
"It wasn't like that at all though," Santana responded giving Quinn a pointed look. "It was PG rated at best. Do you remember the awkward conversation that followed because of that?"
"Of course," Quinn chuckled recalling the conversation. "You two were so cute and innocent."
"I'm glad that you found it entertaining," Santana muttered amused. "God Quinn, a little warning wouldn't go amiss in future if you're planning on embarrassing me completely."
"Aww, you normally do such a good job of that yourself that I don't ever have to embarrass you San," Quinn told her smiling brightly. "You can't blame me for assuming things when you open the door looking all flustered and she looks like she's just had a shower…"
"It was raining," Santana said defensively.
"Ok moving on," Tina said in an attempt to get them back on point. "So you're brother came in, told you to carry on and then…what?" She asked.
"Then he vaguely threatened to tell my parents what he'd seen," Santana told her.
"He didn't though? Did he?" Quinn asked her incredulous.
"No, thank God," Santana said sighing at her good fortune. "My parents would never let Rachel back in my room again if they knew about what we were doing. They don't mind kissing but…they draw the line at anything more than that."
"So is your brother just really nice or did he make you pay for his silence?" Tina asked knowingly.
"He made me pay," Santana groaned. "Let's just say that I'm getting him a really great Christmas present."
"Oh speaking of Christmas!" Quinn said excitedly. "Are you and Rachel coming to the Winter Formal in a couple of weeks? Puck got our tickets yesterday."
Tina clapped her hands together equally as enthusiastic as Quinn.
"Yes!" Tina said giving Santana a pointed look. "You and Rach have to come together! You'll be adorable and it'll be so much fun! It'll be the first dance I've gone to," Tina shared with them. "Mike is taking me,"
"Artie is taking Brittany as well," Quinn added keenly. "If you guys come then we can all go together…"
"Rach and I aren't going," Santana interrupted her disappointed.
"What?" Quinn said dissatisfied by Santana's response. "Why aren't you coming? You love going to the school dances."
"I do," Santana agreed, "but it's not really Rachel's thing…"
"I'll talk to her," Tina said as if that would be the magical solution to the problem.
"No, don't do that!" Santana said quickly putting her hand up in front of her for effect. "I don't want to put any pressure on her to go. I don't mind, honestly."
"Santana you have an out and proud, official, girlfriend for the first time in your high school career and you're not going to take her to the dance?" Quinn asked, still unimpressed.
"My girlfriend doesn't like dances so it's a little bit hard to take her to one" Santana replied simply.
"Santana, I'm sure if you ask her…" Quinn began.
"No Quinn I'm not going to ask her," Santana cut her off, a stern edge to her voice. "Rachel doesn't like them, alright? She never has. Now, what with the accident and everything she just, she likes them even less," Santana paused for a minute changing tact. "I'm not going to make her feel guilty when she has legitimate reasons for not wanting to go, ok?"
"Well, what are her reasons?" Quinn asked probingly.
"Do they matter?" Santana asked Quinn.
"I suppose not," Quinn replied thoughtfully. "I'm just curious that's all."
"It's because she can't dance," Tina said knowingly. "It's why she never enjoyed them before. She was always worried about looking like an idiot and embarrassing herself."
"Partly," Santana admitted, "but, she's not really into wearing heels and dresses either," Santana told them, although she knew Tina was aware of that fact. "Now she's got this complex about her scars," Santana continued, "and with her co-ordination being like it is, I just…I really, really don't want to force the issue, alright?"
Quinn glanced to the front of the class where Rachel was still talking with Miss Holliday animatedly.
"Ok," she conceded. "That's fair. I just, I thought it would have been nice, you know? To have us all go together as a group."
"Yeah, that's cool Santana," Tina agreed also looking in Rachel's direction. "I won't talk to her about it, ok? I promise. You're right; it's not fair to pressure her."
"Thank you," Santana said gratefully, pleased that they understood. "I hope you guys have a great time though." She commented her voice taking on a happier tone. "I mean, take a lot of pictures for me, won't you?"
"Sure," Quinn guaranteed, "definitely."
"You'll be sick of looking at them," Tina chuckled.
"Will you guys do something else instead?" Quinn asked Santana interestedly.
"I don't know," Santana replied. "We'll probably just stay in and watch a movie or something," she told them earnestly.
Quinn gave Santana a sympathetic look and put a hand on her shoulder as the bell rang to signal the end of home room. They all stood from their seats and collected their belongings as Rachel bounded over, book in hand, to walk with Santana to her next class as they always did.
"Hi," she greeted, kissing Santana on the lips quickly before linking their arms together. "Can I walk you to class?" she asked happily.
"I'll walk you to class," Santana countered and Rachel pouted.
"You always walk me to class," Rachel said. "Can't it be my turn?"
"I walk you to class because I'm worried you won't get there in one piece," Santana joked teasing Rachel, who pouted in response to her girlfriend's words. "You really want to walk me to class that much?" Santana asked her laughing.
"Yeah," Rachel told her cheerfully. "Can I?"
Santana shook her head in amusement as Quinn and Tina waved their goodbyes to the two of them. Rachel lifted her hand to reciprocate the farewell as Santana smiled at them, lifting her eyebrow slightly to acknowledge their departure.
"Please?" Rachel pleaded, tugging on Santana's arm slightly and drawing her attention back to her.
"Fine," Santana relented. "Lead the way," she laughed, gesturing to the doorway meaningfully. Rachel grinned widely before pulling on Santana's arm and guiding her through the door into the hallway.
Rachel walked Santana to her next period, leaving her at the door with the promise to miss her until they had math together in an hour. Santana kissed Rachel goodbye hurriedly in response before disappearing into the classroom, pausing briefly to look back over her shoulder as Rachel practically bounced along the hallway towards class. She smiled at the knowledge that Rachel was in such a good mood today, her girlfriend finally appearing to be back to her normal self after a few difficult weeks. Santana pondered Quinn and Tina's suggestion to ask Rachel to attend the dance throughout the whole of her class, knowing that she was right not to pursue it but, admittedly, a little disappointed not to be going. There was nothing that Santana would have liked more than to go to the dance with Rachel and their friends. She loved the idea of enjoying an evening with everyone, dancing and having fun; it was something which their group was in much need of after the difficulties of the last three weeks. Santana would have enjoyed the opportunity to finally be able to take a date to the dance, something which she'd never been able to do before. However, she knew that Rachel didn't like school dances and she understood Rachel's difficulties with her self-esteem. There was no way that Santana would risk the progress that Rachel had made in that area for the sake of a dance.
Santana sighed to herself as the bell rang and she made her way down the hallway to math where she found Rachel sitting at her usual desk awaiting her arrival.
"Hi," she greeted animatedly as Santana sat down in the empty seat beside her.
"Hi," Santana replied, smiling brightly as she noted the sparkle in Rachel's eyes which had been absent only this time last week. "You're perky today," Santana commented as Rachel had leant across the space between them and planted a quick kiss on her lips in greeting.
"I'm not allowed to be perky?" Rachel asked, frowning slightly in jest.
"No of course you are," Santana replied grinning and reaching for Rachel's left hand. "I love seeing you so happy…" Santana continued.
Santana paused, her face furrowing in confusion at the unfamiliarity sensation that she felt as she took Rachel's hand in her own.
"Wait…" Santana said, lifting Rachel's arm up in front of her slightly and examining it closely. "Where's your splint?" Santana asked her concerned. "Did you break it again?" she asked, a small smile gracing her lips, recalling how clumsy Rachel could be.
"No it's not broken," Rachel told her gladly.
"So then…where is it?" Santana asked puzzled.
"It's in my locker," Rachel informed her happily.
"Why?" Santana asked her. "Aren't you supposed to wear it?"
"I thought I'd try the rest of the day without it," Rachel said matter of factly. "You know, see how it goes."
"You were wearing it earlier though weren't you?" Santana asked trying to remember whether she'd had it in the car earlier.
"Yes," Rachel replied, squeezing Santana's hand.
"Ok good," Santana said shaking her head a little, "I thought I was going crazy for a minute there."
Santana rotated Rachel's hand so that the palm was facing up towards the ceiling and studied the thick, sinewy scar that crossed over her wrist to run up her forearm.
"So, what bought this on?" Santana asked, her thumb tracing the pronounced ridge of the scar soothingly. "You've never tried to go a day without it before."
"Well," Rachel said, "My physical therapist told me a while back that I don't really need to wear it anymore except overnight to prevent pins and needles, or if it's really painful, but, I don't know, I'd gotten so used to it that I was worried about taking it off completely." Rachel shared. "What if I injure it again?"
"You didn't wear it for our first date though," Santana told her positively. "Do you remember? It was broken so you left it at home…"
"Yes," Rachel replied, "I took it to my physical therapy appointment the next day and that's when they told me I only really needed it at night."
"So why the change of heart today?" Santana asked her intrigued. "What's suddenly changed?"
"I don't know," Rachel admitted. "It just feels like it's time, that's all."
Santana smiled at Rachel as Mr Schuester entered the room and approached the front of the class to take the lesson. People that didn't know Rachel, that didn't understand her difficulties, would not have noticed the subtle progress that she was making, the subtle changes in her behaviour. However, Santana saw every slight change, every minuscule development that Rachel made and she valued them greatly. The fact that Rachel was willing to trial a day at school without her splint, no prompting, was huge. She'd initiated it, she'd made the decision herself and that was no small feat if you took everything into account. Rachel was actively involved in her recovery now, heeding the advice of her therapists and her doctors. Rachel was really making an effort and Santana appreciated the effect that it was having on her girlfriend. In only a week, she'd already made great advancements and Santana hoped that if she continued in this way, Rachel would continue to improve even further.
After what turned out to be a rather dull lesson covering quadratic equations, the bell rang and Santana stood from her chair, turning to Rachel to help her up out of her own by holding on to her hand. Rachel picked up her bag and returned her calculus textbook, pen and notepad inside, closing the zip once she was done.
"Here," Santana said, holding her hand out expectantly. "Let me take that for you," she offered and Rachel glanced between Santana's hand and her backpack.
"No that's ok," Rachel said, swinging the bag onto her right shoulder. "I need to go and do something quickly before lunch." She informed Santana. "I'll meet you there alright?"
"I can come with you if you want?" Santana asked.
"I won't be long," Rachel promised, standing up onto her toes to kiss Santana on the lips, her left hand grasping Santana's shirt.
"Ok," Santana said smiling as their mouths parted. "I'll save you a seat."
"Or…don't?" Rachel said playfully lifting one eyebrow suggestively.
Santana's face broke out into a broad grin and she leant forward to kiss Rachel again briefly.
"I don't know what's gotten in to you," Santana told her seriously, "but I kind of like it."
"I think it's the drugs," Rachel commented, twisting Santana's shirt in her hand.
"Yeah well whatever it is," Santana said twirling a strand of Rachel's hair between her fingertips. "It suits you Rach."
Rachel smiled before kissing Santana quickly on the lips again.
"Thanks," Rachel said gratefully, stepping passed Santana slightly, her hand lingering on her girlfriends' shirt longer than necessary. "I'll see you in five minutes ok?"
"Ok," Santana said laughing. "If you're not back I'll send a search party out to look for you."
Rachel stuck out her tongue in response as she finally released Santana's shirt and made her way to the door. She disappeared into the hallway, leaving Santana behind her as she quickly made her way down towards the main school office.
"Sorry," Rachel apologised, coming to an abrupt stop as someone stepped out in front of her, blocking her path.
"Hey, look who it is," he said, his voice filled with malevolence. "Ra….Ra…Rachel," David finished, faking a stutter, his friends laughing around him. "Or should I say psycho now?" he asked, casting a look over his shoulder at them for support. "That was some serious Girl, Interrupted crap you pulled in the cafeteria last week Ra…Rachel," he continued. "You shouldn't even be allowed to walk around the hallways on your own. What if you hurt someone?" he went on tauntingly. "It's kind of irresponsible of the school, don't you think?"
"Listen…" Rachel started, trying to move around him but failing as he followed her, obstructing her path.
"No you listen," David said his voice serious. "Do you know how much shit I got in because of you? My dad fucking grounded me for a week when he found out I'd had detention."
"I need to be somewhere," Rachel said, dropping her gaze to the floor and flinching slightly as David stepped even closer into her personal space.
"But," David said placing a hand on her shoulder. "I'm talking to you and I say you owe me…"
"Look I have to go," Rachel interceded quietly, trying to turn around to head back in the direction she came but stopping when David gripped on to her shoulder harder.
"I let it drop before because I knew that Miss Holliday was watching me closely," David told her, turning Rachel back around to face him, "but don't think this is over Berry," he went on, the threat in his voice evident.
"I don't…" Rachel started but this time he cut her off.
"If you even think of talking to a teacher," he said lowering his voice, "I swear I'll make your life a misery," he finished, his voice harsh.
"Leave her the fuck alone, would you David?" someone said from the back of the group and Rachel watched as Bree pushed her way through to the front. She placed her hand onto the arm he still had firmly fixed on Rachel's shoulder and disengaged it, pushing him back away from her.
"Oh, come on Rach," David said lifting his hands up in front of himself defensively. "Don't be a spoilt sport. Just because you're crushing on her…"
"Ok, fuck off," Bree said pushing him back a little firmer and he laughed, lifting his hand up and lowering it again flippantly.
"Whatever," he said, stepping past Rachel. "See you around Berry," he called over his shoulder as he left, the rest of his friends following behind him.
"Are you alright?" Bree asked Rachel, genuine concern in her voice. "Just ignore him." She said. "He's an asshole."
"I should go," Rachel said, shifting the weight of her bag on her shoulder. "Thanks though," she said as she made a move to leave.
Bree grasped her elbow to stop her, running around to be at her side once again.
"You've been avoiding me," Bree said making a point of meeting Rachel's eyes with a smirk on her lips.
Rachel pulled her arm out of Bree's grip, tucking it into her side.
"Look…" Rachel started, not wanting to be rude, but eager to get to the office and back to Santana as soon as possible.
"No listen," Bree said stepping closer to Rachel, invading her personal space as David had done before. This time however, it didn't feel threatening, it felt intimate and awkward. "I haven't seen you around much since I saw you and the rest of your friends at Jimmy's diner," she continued. "Is everything alright?"
"Fine," Rachel said turning to leave again.
"Good," Bree said reaching for her arm again to stop her. "It's just I was worried…" She shared. "I admit that I was just trying to get in between you and Santana before, alright?" she went on, "I wasn't over her, but, after seeing you in the diner that day…"
She paused for a minute and Rachel met her gaze, pulling her arm back out of the other girls' hold once more.
"That was…that…, God, that was hot," she finally settled on. "You're hot…I didn't really see the attraction for Santana before…I was just messing with you when I said I liked you, but, wow…" she said recalling the kiss Rachel had given Santana in the booth. "Now I do."
"I really need to go," Rachel said as she turned and walked away.
This time Bree let her leave, admiring the view her departure afforded as she watched Rachel disappear along the hallway. Bree tilted her head slightly, biting her bottom lip. When Rachel had vanished out of sight, she turned, hit the nearby locker with her hand lightly and made her way to the cafeteria for lunch.
About ten minutes later, after having finally achieved the task that she'd originally set out to; Rachel entered the cafeteria and made her way over to where Santana and the rest of the girls' were sitting.
"Guess who?" she said, a smile on her lips as she walked up behind Santana and placed her hands over her girlfriends eyes, glad to be back in her presence.
"I don't know," Santana replied feigning obliviousness. "Give me a clue." She prompted.
Rachel smiled at the playful tone in Santana's voice and lowered herself onto the bench beside Santana, straddling it so that she was side on, her hands still covering her girlfriends' eyes. She leant forward, bringing their lips together in a light, soft kiss.
"Hmm…" Santana said pretending to ponder the dilemma. "No, I have no idea." She said, one corner of her mouth curving up. "Give me another hint." she suggested.
Rachel leant forward again, kissing Santana softly at first and then deepening it greedily, her tongue licking Santana's bottom lip before it pushed into her mouth to meet her girlfriends'. Rachel opened her mouth wider to suck on Santana's bottom lip, her hands moving down from where they'd been sat to cup each side of Santana's face. They remained there as Rachel pulled back, separating the two of them.
"Oh," Santana said, opening her eyes, a broad grin etched on her features. "Rach, it's you."
Rachel hit her playfully on the arm and spun around on the bench so that she was no longer straddling it. She glanced over the table at Tina who dramatically dropped her sandwich onto the hard surface as if she was about to be sick as a result of what she'd just witnessed. Rachel laughed heartily, causing her friend to smile and pick it back up again, taking another huge bite once she'd lifted it to her mouth. Rachel found her eyes straying over Tina's shoulder to Bree, who was sat watching her attentively from where she sat across the cafeteria, evidently having watched the little display. Rachel dropped her gaze back to the table before turning to look up at Santana who'd placed an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into a hug.
"You were gone a while," she commented. "I was really starting to consider sending out that search party we discussed."
"Sorry," Rachel apologised sincerely. "I got caught up."
"With what?" Santana asked sensing her discomfort. "Is everything alright?"
"I ran into David in the hallway," she confessed to Santana honestly, "and Bree." She finished.
"What?" Santana said, lifting her head to look over to where they were usually sat. "Are you ok?" she asked looking back at Rachel.
"I'm fine," Rachel said placing a hand on Santana's to calm her.
"Did he do anything to you?" Santana asked, evidently angry. "Did Bree? I swear Rach I'll fucking kill them…"
"Me too," Tina agreed.
"Hell, even I'll kill him," Quinn added.
"It's ok," Rachel told them, "I promise, alright?" she addressed to Santana who was watching her closely.
"Are you sure?" Santana asked unconvinced.
"Yeah," Rachel told her.
"You're going to tell Miss Holliday right?" Santana questioned.
Rachel hesitated for a moment and Santana groaned.
"Rach," she said, "you have to tell her."
"It was nothing," Rachel replied not wanting to give David any more of a reason to get on her case. "When it is, I'll tell her."
Santana studied her for a moment before kissing her on the forehead.
"Fine," Santana allowed, "but, the next time he says or does anything to you, you have to tell her," Santana continued. "Deal?"
"Deal," Rachel agreed.
"Good," Santana responded. "Now, where did you go anyway?"
"Ahh," Rachel said, reaching into her back pocket and pulling out two small pieces of lightweight card. She fanned them out and held them up for Santana to see.
"What are they?" Santana asked confused, Rachel's hand obscuring her view.
"Well," Rachel said smiling, "I wondered whether you would consider coming to the winter formal with me?" she asked rubbing the two tickets together in her hands.
"Oh my God!" Tina said clapping her hands together as Quinn put a hand on to the smaller girl's shoulder in excitement.
"Rachel," Santana said looking at her in disbelief. "You got us tickets to the winter formal?"
"Yeah," Rachel said lowering the tickets in response to the look on Santana's face. "Don't you want to go?" she asked the rejection clear in her voice.
"Of course she wants to go!" Brittany pitched in. "Right San?" she asked.
"I…" Santana began only to find that she was speechless.
"San?" Quinn prompted her friend.
"I thought it would be fun," Rachel said uncertainly. "We don't have to though…"
"Did Tina put you up to this?" Santana asked, glaring at Tina momentarily.
"Tina?" Rachel asked confused. "No."
"Really?" Santana asked suspiciously.
"I haven't even spoken to Tina about it," Rachel answered truthfully.
"What about these two?" Santana asked pointing between Quinn and Brittany.
"What about them?" Rachel asked.
"Did they ask you to do this?" Santana questioned.
"No!" Quinn protested as Rachel also responded, "No,"
Rachel shook her head slightly. "I'm sorry, I thought that you wanted to go but…I can take them back…"
"Wait so you're really asking me?" Santana queried puzzled.
"Yes," Rachel answered.
"Really?" Santana asked, her lips forming a hopeful smile.
"Yes," Rachel repeated, lifting up the tickets again to show them to her.
Santana's smile grew even wider and she took them from Rachel's hands to study them in her own.
"Rach I thought you hated dances," Santana said, lifting her gaze to meet her girlfriends'.
"Well, the word hate might be a little bit strong…" Rachel commented. "They've just never really been my thing before."
"So then why are you asking me?" Santana questioned still in shock at the offer.
"Well," Rachel said as though it were simple, "because they're your thing."
Santana leant forward and kissed Rachel, pulling her body close, her arms wrapped around her shoulders.
"You're amazing," Santana told her as she relaxed her hold. "You'd go to the dance for me?" she asked.
"No," Rachel said smiling. "I'd go to the dance with you, there's a difference."
"You'll dance?" Santana asked her smiling.
"I'll try," Rachel laughed and Santana felt her face start to ache from the smile that was plastered there. "I'll even wear a dress," Rachel told her seriously, "I'm not so sure about the heels though…"
"I don't care about the heels," Santana replied deadly serious. "You could wear your crocs for all I care."
"See its moments like this which make me ship Pezberry so hard," Tina commented to Quinn and Brittany from her position across the table. She turned back to face Rachel as she said, "Rach would you just stop being such an adorable girlfriend please? My chest is hurting right now because of you…"
"I think that's heartburn," Rachel joked, recalling how Tina had been shovelling her sandwich down only moments ago.
"I think it's you two being fucking precious," Tina countered. "Oh God, I just can't…"
Rachel felt Santana put a hand on her arm and turned to face her.
"Are you sure about this?" Santana asked, still not quite believing it.
Rachel rolled her eyes playfully and leant forward, kissing Santana again, her hand finding the side of Santana's neck, her thumb rubbing the curve of her jaw soothingly.
"I'm sure," Rachel said; their faces mere inches apart as she locked eyes with Santana. "I wouldn't have bought them otherwise."
"I don't want you to feel like you have to tho…" Santana began but Rachel leant forward and kissed her again, silencing her.
"I. Love. You." Rachel said simply, emphasizing each word and smiling.
She heard Tina say, 'Kill me now,' from where she was sat opposite but continued on regardless.
"I want to take you to the dance because you want to go," Rachel told her truthfully. "I want to go because all of our friends are going and it'll be fun. Plus, I'll get to have an amazing time with my girlfriend," she said, rubbing the side of Santana's cheek with the pad of her thumb. "I want to go because it'll make you happy," Rachel continued, "and I want that more than anything."
"Ok," Tina said seriously, "I actually think I'm having a heart attack," she reached for Quinn's hand and put it over her chest dramatically. "Look, can you feel that?" she asked Quinn. "It's not normal right?"
Rachel turned and made a face at Tina's words before turning back to Santana who was still grinning broadly.
"You always compromise for me," Rachel continued, taking one of Santana's hands in her own. "It's my turn to compromise for a change."
"Jesus Santana," Tina breathed from across the table. "Would you just accept her offer and kiss the crap out of her already? This is all getting too much for me."
Rachel threw Tina another look, but Santana smiled, more than willing to follow Tina's advice.
"Of course I'll go to the dance with you Rach," Santana accepted, biting her lip shyly.
"You will?" Rachel asked pleased, her voice soft.
"I will," Santana nodded leaning forward and kissing Rachel on the lips, her hand finding its way up to the back of Rachel's neck and holding on to the dark locks of hair there. Santana's other hand entwined fingers with Rachel's in their laps and she sighed contentedly as Rachel pulled back to separate their mouths again. "I love you," Santana told her, noticing that Bree was watching them out of the corner of her eye, from where she sat at a table behind Tina. Rachel smiled at Santana's words and kissed her again.
"That's it," Rachel heard Tina comment. "It's official. I'm dead."
Rachel laughed into Santana's lips before leaning back and turning towards Tina quickly, throwing the nearest thing to hand that she could find at her; a candy bar.
