"Agent Lopez?" Santana turned around.
"Yes?" she replied to the EMT that addressed her.
"She seems to be fine, but we may have to take her to the hospital just to be sure." He said.
"Ray, is that okay?" Santana asked.
"Are you going to come?" Rachel asked.
"I am not sure if I can baby." Santana said. Rachel clung to Santana's black FBI jacket.
"San, I do not want to be alone right now." Rachel said.
Santana hugged Rachel. "Sweetie, I will see what I can do, but like you said, we are not in high school anymore. I cannot just ditch whenever I want to."
Rachel nodded. "You are right. I'm sorry. I am being selfish."
"Rachel, hush. No you are not." Santana said. Her phone rang.
"Lopez." She answered.
"San, is she all right?" she heard Evan say.
"Yea, but they need her to go to the hospital just to be sure." Santana said.
"Do you want to go with her?" he asked.
"I cannot just leave you guys." Santana said.
"Go. It is fine. We can handle it." Her boss said. Santana smiled as she hung up the phone.
"I can go." Santana said.
"Rachel looked up at her. "What?"
"I can go with you to the hospital, babe." Santana said. Rachel smiled. "Thank you."
Santana returned the smile and leaned down. "Always remember that you are my star."
"And you are my Cheerio."
"And that sounded just as lame as it did when you said it when we were in high school." Santana said. "It is all right though, because I still love you."
Rachel nodded. "I love you too." Santana smiled and leaned down to kiss Rachel again but was interrupted.
"Agent Lopez?" Santana sighed.
"Yes?"
"We are ready for her to go to the hospital."
"All right, Rachel. Let's go." Santana said. Rachel nodded and stood up.
"Agent Lopez, your girlfriend is all right, with the exception of the obvious bruises. Nothing seems to be broken." The doctor said later.
"That is good, Rachel." Santana said.
Rachel nodded. "Yeah..." the doctor left them alone.
"Ray? You okay?" Santana asked.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm fine San." Rachel said.
"You do know that I don't believe you, right?" Santana asked.
"Yes, Santana, I am fully aware that you do not believe me." Rachel said.
"Then tell me what is wrong." Santana said.
"This guy in the show, Brett? He uh...he asked me out." Rachel said.
"And you said…" Santana said.
"That I would think about it." Rachel said.
"I am sorry, I am not entirely sure that I heard you correctly. You said what?" Santana asked.
"San, I am sorry." Rachel said.
"Why are you telling me this?" Santana asked.
"Because I did not want to go behind your back." Rachel said.
"Call him up. Tell him you want to go on a date with him." Santana said.
"San…" Rachel said.
"No, it is fine, Rachel." Santana said. "Look, I have to get back to work. I will drive you to the theater."
Santana said nothing during the drive. She allowed Rachel to kiss her on the cheek when they arrived. As Rachel began to get out of the car, Santana grabbed her arm and pulled her back into another kiss. Rachel pulled away.
"Remember that and the last ten years on your date." Santana said. Rachel closed the door and Santana drove away. "Fine." Rachel said to herself. Brett was extremely happy when Rachel accepted his date for seven that evening. Santana was already home when Rachel got back to their apartment.
"You going on the date?" was all Santana said.
Rachel nodded. "San, just remember you told me to do this."
"Yeah, I will remember that if you end up leaving me for him." Santana shot back.
"I have to get ready." Rachel replied. At seven, Brett knocked on their door. Santana went and answered.
"Uh, hi. Is Rachel here?" he said.
"You her date?" Santana asked. He nodded in response. Santana snorted.
"Berry! Your, uh…date, is here." Santana called. Rachel came in the room.
"Good night, Santana." Rachel said. She smiled at Brett and walked out the door. Santana just sighed and sat down on the couch. She decided to watch old videos of their Glee Club competitions from high school.
As Brett and Rachel walked down the street, he noticed that she was unusually quiet. He decided to make small talk.
"What are you thinking about?"
Rachel looked up. "Wha…what?"
He laughed. "What's on your mind, Berry?"
Rachel looked at him. "I am sorry. I cannot…I can't do this."
"Do what?" he asked.
"I have to go. I am really sorry." Rachel said.
"Wait, did I do something wrong?" he asked.
"No, you are a great guy, it is just…I messed up and I have to go fix it. I am sorry, Brett." Rachel hugged him and quickly ran back up to her apartment. When she got to the door, she realized she didn't have her key.
Santana had been watching Rachel perform Get It Right, an original song from Regionals from their junior year, when she heard knocking on the door. She opened the door and barely had time to process the fact that it was Rachel before said girl was literally jumping into her arms and kissing her. Santana caught her, turned around, and closed the door with her back, while never breaking contact. Slowly, she slid down to the floor with her back against the door, causing Rachel to practically straddle her.
"What is going on? You are supposed to be on a date." Santana said.
"We only got downstairs when I realized that I made a mistake. I ran back up here." Rachel explained.
"What triggered it?" Santana had to ask.
"He asked me what I was thinking about." Rachel said. Santana raised an eyebrow at that comment. "Remember when we first go together in the janitor's closet?"
"I asked you that." Santana said, smiling.
"Yes you did." Rachel said. Santana stood up and carried Rachel into the living room.
"Are you watching Get It Right?" Rachel asked. Santana nodded. Rachel buried her head into Santana's neck.
"Marry me." Rachel said.
"Wait, what?" Santana asked accidentally dropping Rachel. "Crap. I am so sorry."
"I want to get married." Rachel said.
"Rachel, you cannot propose to me." Santana said.
"What? Why not? You proposed to me when we were seventeen." Rachel said.
"Because…dang it Rachel." Santana said.
"What? What did I do wrong?" Rachel asked.
"It was going to be a surprise. I had this entire thing planned. I was going to propose." Santana said. "Well, re-propose." Santana said.
"You kept my ring?" Rachel said.
"Of course I kept your ring." Santana said.
"Well, now I feel bad." Rachel said.
"No, it is okay. I only blew half the surprise. Besides, it is not like you know when I am going to propose." Santana said. "But now that you know, I am going to ask. If I do propose again, are you going to break it off again?"
Rachel quickly shook her head. "No. We are forever."
"Yea we are." Santana said.
"You know, I have noticed that since you graduated from Columbia, you have not spoken in 'gangster.'" Rachel commented.
Santana grinned evilly. "Oh yea? Well guess what. I wants me some Rachel Berry and I wants it now."
Rachel groaned. "Santana." She whined.
"Woman, you know it turns you on. Why do you fight it?" Santana asked, falling down on the couch.
"Because it annoys you when I do." Rachel said, lying down on top of Santana.
"You annoy me when you do a lot of things." Santana said.
"Like this?" Rachel kissed Santana.
"Uh…no. Definitely not that." Santana said.
Rachel laughed. "That's what I thought."