Rachel and Santana arrived home almost at the same time. It was a rare coincidence in their busy daily lives.

"Rachel?" Santana said aloud from the kitchen as she took off her boots.

"What?" Rachel replied from the area that was their bedroom.

"Did you see Kurt's message?"

"Yes... hopefully it will work." Rachel appeared in the kitchen in her home slippers. She frowned when she saw her wife with a packet of biscuits, some boxes of milk and peanut butter. "What is it?"

"Food."

"Santana, come on!"

"You would be surprised at the waste in the cafeteria." Santana smiled.

"Are you picking up leftovers from your college's cafeteria?" Rachel was horrified. "Santana, you should work there, not steal things."

"Oh my god Rachel. It's not like that. I have a free meal once a day, but I also have my student card, and I manage to get some extra elements." Santana said as if what she did was brilliant.

"So you're stealing!"

"Didn't you understand? I don't steal anything. I got my free meal and save some stuffs, then I pay another meal and get other stuffs." Santana opened her backpack and take a peanut jam. She ate it as if was ambrosia. "Everyone does that. Poor students at least. Sometimes rich students don't even open the packages they take. More extras. That's the advantage of working in the cafeteria."

"Santana, I know our financial situation is tight, but you don't have to..." Rachel was silenced when Santana offered her a pretty dressy apple.

"You said apple is good for clearing the throat, right?"

Rachel picked up the apple and took a bite. It was perfect, so much so that she murmured in pleasure. It had been some time since Rachel ate some fruit. Unlike CCNY, which offered an exclusive restaurant for students with subsidized prices, Nyada reality is very different. The restaurant and the cafeteria inside Nyada aren't that cheap. Rachel herself didn't even eat there. She had to leave the building and walk to the corner, where there was a Japanese street food selling tempura. It was Rachel's meal almost every day: fried vegetables. It's tempura in the morning and whatever Kurt took home at night from the restaurant he worked. Her stomach was complaining, but it was what she could pay, since between the supermarket, the transportation money, the monthly fee, and the basic bills, the food had to be sacrificed in the very limited budget. It had been two weeks since anyone had talked about going to the supermarket to buy some food. It's hard to live in New York.

"Since when you do this?" Rachel was curious.

"Are you kidding?"

Santana opened the closet door and showed Rachel everything she had already managed to accumulate. There were several mini-boxes of milk, biscuits, cereal bars and instant noodles. Santana opened the refrigerator and showed her wife the apples and bananas that were there, as well as a crate of beer, a bottle of milk, a box of eggs, a packet of bread, four oranges, carrots, potatoes and onions.

"How long since you opened the fridge?" Santana smiled.

"Since when I opened it last week and found nothing to eat. Did you buy everything with your student card?"

"Nah, I stole the vegetables from the cafeteria's kitchen."

"Of course."

"About that, I talked to my parents, and asked them to sell Roselita. They will deposit the money in my bank account by the end of this week. It's not much, but it will be enough to invest and take the money little by little for us to buy the things we need here at home. I think it will be possible for us to keep ourselves financially stable until this summer, if we manage the money well. We won't be able to waste, but we won't starve anymore."

"Did you really ask to sell your car? That old can you like so much?"

"Roselita wasn't doing any good in the garage. And us here starving? It doesn't make sense."

Rachel nodded. She approached Santana, placed her hand behind her wife's neck and pulled her in for a kiss on the lips, which was promptly answered.

"Sometimes I'm surprised by the size of your heart. Sorry for not often giving you the credit you deserve." Rachel said sincerely. "You really are a badass."

Rachel put a sigh at the door, then pulled Santana into the bedroom and closed the curtains. She kissed her wife again with passion. The kisses weren't uncommon between Rachel and Santana. But kisses with clear sexual intent were quite different. Santana learned over time to distinguish by the kisses when Rachel just wanted to kiss a little bit, a make out session, or sex. And at that moment, Rachel definitely wanted sex.

"Are you sure?" Santana asked when she reluctantly broke the kiss. "I'm not on my period."

"I don't just want to have sex. I want you."

"Rachel Berry willing to enjoy a little lesbian love?"

"It's just that your tongue has so many other skills."

"Oh, good to know that my tongue is appreciated."

"Yes, now shut up and kiss me."

…

Rachel grunted for the umpteenth time. There were books everywhere. They were basically leases from the library and photocopies of entire publications, made without any qualms by Santana Lopez. Rachel sighed as she tried to fix everything. There were books left untidily on the shelf, on the coffee table and on the kitchen table, where Santana liked to study. The worst thing was that it wasn't just that. Despite the trio have determined spaces between the shelves in the house, Santana felt entitled to place her things between Rachel's. And if she heard complaints, she would simply say: "We are married and you have a legal obligation to share your spaces with me". It was infuriating.

"Hi." Kurt entered the loft and watched Rachel complain under her breath as she collected the scattered books.

"Sometimes I want to kick Santana out of our house."

"What was it this time?" Kurt smiled. He thought the discussions between Rachel and Santana for basically nothing were funny.

"Right now, my problem is The non-balance of social and political science: introduction and essays of the new and challenging paradigm of socio-economic thinking". Rachel read the very long title in the book she held. "Can you believe that the same person who studies this, wears those dresses glued to her body, chews an insane amount of gum and even got a job at a lesbian nightclub? Lesbian nightclub! Santana Lopez guarding the door of a place where a lot of women can hit on her without the slightest ceremony! I can't take it anymore, Kurt. I can not take it anymore! I won't be able to last another four years with Santana Lopez!"

"And what do you want me to do? It's your wife."

"Ahhhh" Rachel let out a cry of agony and sat on the couch.

Kurt smiled and put his arm around his best friend's shoulders. He was amusing himself with the situation. At least, most of the time, it was funny to see Santana scorn Rachel's face. At least most of the jokes or ironic or painfully direct comments didn't have the same connotation of bullying as there was at school. Santana criticized and mocked Kurt and Rachel, but there was a certain reason behind it.

"If I tell you what song I prepared for my audition for Nyada tomorrow, will it improve your mood?"

"Perhaps."

"Ready?"

"Sure!"

"A star is born."

"Um... it fits your voice and it's totally your style." Rachel without the enthusiasm Kurt expected.

"So, are you not saying anything else? It's just it? No plans, no nothing?"

"Kurt, I'm not in the mood."

"Why don't you let your wife clean up her own mess?"

"I got tired of yelling at Santana because of these things. It seems that the more I talk, the more she makes fun of me. I can't take it anymore." Rachel whimpered. "I can't take it anymore."

"Rachel..." Kurt hugged his friend. "What's really happen?"

"I think I'm falling for her, Kurt. I'm falling in love with Santana Lopez, and I don't know what to do."

…

Santana felt the pain in the middle of class. It wasn't the first time that something like this had happened, but the event was still irritating. At least she was prepared. Since she synchronized with Rachel Berry, she has been able to recalculate the appearances of mini-Lopez again. It was, in a way, a relief after a period she called the transition between the breakup with Brittany and the connection with Rachel. It was a time when periods went crazy. Mini-Lopez appeared twice in a single month.

"Are you feeling okay?" A classmate whispered when he saw Santana's discomfort.

"Yeah." Santana sighed. "I just need to go to the bathroom."

She got up in the middle of the class, which wasn't good, and ran to the nearest bathroom. She sat down on the toilet, pulled down her pants and looked it. The appendix had just morphed and was still quite reddish. The skin was very sensitive in that short moment. The penis itself didn't bother that much, aesthetically speaking. Santana thought it was a real horror when the "balls fell". It was the ugliest thing in the world, for her.

"I hate you." She whispered to her genital. "Even if that hobbit loves you."

Santana waited another minute. She was silent when two girls entered the bathroom. They talked about the brutality of one of the professors. There were many of these conversations at CCNY. Santana flushed to disguise, snuggled into the looser pants she purposely wore that day. She looked down. The volume wasn't evident. She washed her hands, composed herself in front of the mirror and went back to class.

Getting home wasn't easy. Mini-Lopez wasn't so much more discreet, and Santana barely entered, and already ran to the bathroom. This didn't go unnoticed by Rachel and Kurt.

"She always cleans up, Kurt." Rachel drew the attention of her friend, who had once complained about the possibility that the bathroom was dirty with Santana's sperm, before smiling again. "So, let's celebrate that now you're my Nyada fellow colleague with a nice dinner. Then we go to a LGBT nightclub to dance and drink. We deserve it. You deserve it!"

"It's a perfect plan." Kurt went to his wardrobe and showed two options for clothes. "What is the most appropriate shirt for the occasion?"

"It depends, are you going to try find someone, or you just want do have a good time with your roommates?"

"I want to leave the possibilities open." Kurt smiled. He had broken up with Blaine just over a month ago and was already excited enough to move on.

"The green one."

"Perfect."

In the meantime, Santana left the bathroom. She didn't look very happy, but at least she was more relieved.

"Santana, did you see the message on your cell phone?"

"No, I didn't..." She took the device out of her backpack and actually saw 17 messages from Rachel and Kurt. "Oh my God! Kurt!" Santana hugged and jumped to congratulate her friend, who gladly received the affection. "We need to celebrate! What do we do? I think you should stop being a grandfather for a day and have fun with people your age! Nyada? Wow, Lady Lips! I deserve a tequila after all those weeks of torture listening to you and Rachel humming around!"

"I think going out to dance is the order of the day, Lopez." Kurt smiled. "No staying at home watching old TV shows and drinking wine today."

The trio got ready to have some fun in New York. They took the subway and, as agreed, went to a restaurant on Broadway avenue and ate a meal they hadn't had in a long time. Then they took a taxi and went to the nightclub Kurt wanted to go. Santana soon realized that the place was similar to the bar in which she worked occasionally, only instead of the majority of lesbians, most of them were gay men. They ordered drinks, went to dance together, and Kurt allowed himself to have a little adventure with a young man who flirted with him.

The young man was a wealthy boy, a student at NYU, who had an apartment near the bar. Kurt, feeling adventurous, agreed to go to the apartment for a night, leaving Santana and Rachel with the loft entirely for themselves, accessible to anything that their imagination allows. They took a uber and Santana thought Rachel would be tired and no longer in the mood. But the opposite happened. Rachel was anxious to get home.

They entered the loft kissing and discarding their clothes. Santana had a hard time paying attention to Rachel and locking the door. They got naked right there, Rachel sat on the table and opened her legs. Santana didn't waste any time fucking her wife really good. It was sexy to see Rachel on the wooden table, open to experimenting with some positions that the apparatus allowed, while Santana did her part, moving in and out vigorously. The two ended up dropping the table and going against the wall, with Rachel with one leg raised at the waist of the wife, while Santana did her part, going deeper and deeper. Santana and Rachel didn't usually talk much during sex. Rachel thought dirty talk was despicable, and Santana didn't care about those things. Communication was restricted to the minimum necessary.

"Put it out." Rachel said, and Santana obeyed. Rachel lowered her leg, turned her back to Santana and leaned slightly against the wall. "Go on. Fast."

Santana fit against her wife's body and penetrated her, placing a hand in front of her to rub her clitoris. Rachel moaned loudly and came. Santana came soon after.

"God, you're amazing." Santana said after came inside.

"Thank you!" Rachel smiled and wait a little bit for both catch their breath. Then Santana put it out and Rachel turned to kiss her wife. "I want more."

"Are you serious? More after all this exercise? Kurt is going to have a tantrum if he knows we spread our fluids around the kitchen."

"I don't care about Kurt right now. I need another orgasm."

"You're crazy." Santana laughed out loud.

"No… I'm just horny today."

"Okay, Berry, let's rehydrate a bit so I can think of what I can do for you." Santana took a bottle of water from the fridge and helped herself.

Rachel turned on the light (they were in the dark) and allowed herself to admire the wife's body. Even though she worked out less than she used to, Santana still had beautiful abdominal muscles. Rachel took two sips of water from the same glass as Santana and whetted the proximity to kiss her wife again.

"Do you wanna a little help to get it up again?" Rachel said seductively and knelt in front of Santana, holding mini-López vigorously and putting the head in her mouth. A combo of a hand job and a blow job just to help her wife.

"You're impossible. Who knew Rachel Berry was so greedy under the sheets?"

"Shut up, Santana. I need you hard again."

"Just slow down a little bit." Santana gently pulled Rachel up and kissed her. "Let's enjoy de moment." She massaged Rachel's breasts while kissing her, then smiled. "Let's finish it on our bed." Santana took her wife's hand and led her to their bed. She had some tricks on her mind.

Without haste, Santana lay down with Rachel, kissed her while the tip of her finger lazily passed over the clitoris. The area was so wet that she didn't shy away from licking it a little bit. Rachel had a potent relaxed smile when Santana started sucking on the small structure. Santana was really taking her time, unhurried, and Rachel enjoyed the caress as she ran her fingers through Santana's beautiful black hair.

"I love your teste." Santana smiled and repositioned herself, introducing a finger inside just to keep Rachel's gradual increase in pleasure. She kissed Rachel, her breasts, her neck and then asked. "Now I would like that blow job."

Rachel nodded and kissed her wife's body, breasts and abs, until she reached the mini-Lopez. Rachel was definitely enjoying that. Santana never forced her to do anything that she didn't feel like about sex, and that was one of the reasons that their sex life was so good.

"Ride me." Santana asked. "Reversed."

They positioned themselves, Rachel played a little by rubbing the head of the penis against her vulva. Then she reintroduced the penis into her vagina and moved. Their second orgasm was incredible. They smiled at each other and thought, as in telepathy, that Kurt should sleep outside more often.