The smoke alarm was blaring when Santana entered her apartment. Smelling only faint smoke and hearing an angry rant about defective sensors and promises of smashing coming from the kitchen, she couldn't help but smile.
"Need some help?" she asked, laughing at the intense look of relief that flowed over her girlfriend's face. Rachel didn't try cooking often, meaning things never went perfectly.
"Oh thank god. It was screaming for twenty minutes!" Huffing, Rachel greeted Santana with a kiss after she stood on a chair to shut it off.
"Aww," Santana kissed her back, grinning, "You're just too short, babe."