It all started when Rachel came home upset. "What's wrong?" Santana asked when the diva didn't attack her with hugs.
"The choreographer for my new show is brutal. He's working me to the bone and I apparently need to lose weight and learn how to dance." Rachel said. Santana raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean working you to the bone?" she asked, biting her lip as Rachel ignored the salad in front of her. "Rae, are you starving yourself?" she asked.
"I need to lose weight."
"No you don't!"
"Like you never did this in high school." Rachel snapped.
"You're right. I did do that. And you helped me stop." Santana said. Rachel shrugged.
The next day, Santana snuck into her rehearsal only to hear the same guy yelling at the diva. "Berry! Either learn to dance or go work at McDonald's! You obviously eat there enough. Get out of my sight." Rachel sighed and walked out of the room. Santana waited before walking in. "Who are you?"
"Santana Lopez. Rachel's girlfriend. You need to back off." she hissed.
"She's a lesbian too? They managed to find the perfect image of failure." he said. Santana lost it and punched the guy ten times before security pulled her off.
"We're calling the cops!" Santana groaned.
"Shit."
"Ms. Lopez, your charges have been dropped and you're being released. Someone is here to pick you up." Santana walked out to see Rachel standing against her car.
"Really, S? Jail?" she said, smirking.
"I was trying to protect you." Santana said. Rachel nodded, pulling her close by the waist.
"I know you were. Thank you." she said, kissing the Latina.
"Did I get you fired?"
"Actually no. You got him fired. Everyone went to the director and complained." Rachel said. Santana grinned.
"Awesome. At least something good came of this." she said. Rachel nodded and laughed.
"Next time you want to protect me, try not to get arrested." she said, getting in her car.
