The Arrangement

Disclaimers: I do not own any part of Glee or its characters. This is purely for pleasure I get nothing else for this. I also do not have a beta so all mistakes are my own.

A/N: Hello all, just a note to tell you there will be a little Spanish in my story as Santana is a hot head and always comes out with it when she is upset. I will have full translations of what is said at the end of the chapter and I only had google as my only help with translating from English to Spanish but has agreed to translate for me.

Chapter 2

Everyone looked up and Santana's mouth dropped watching her descend the stairs then looks to her father. "Oh you have got to be kidding me." This causes Maribel slapped her upside her head.

Rachel just can't believe it. "Well fuck me."

Santana recovered her shock and looked to her father panicked. "¿Que carajo? No me puedo casar con ella. Ella no es normal y no me refiero a la polla entre sus piernas. No me puedens hacer esto."

Miguel shook his head. "Mija, no es tan malo como parece, conosco a Rachel desde pequeña, ella es muy buena persona."

Santana shook her head violently. "No, no me casaré con esa aberración!"

Maribel slapped her arm hard. "Santana…"

Rachel had had enough. Before Maribel could finish her sentence Rachel was in Santana's face. "Santana, es mejor callarte. No eres la unica afectada con esto, tambien me toca a mi lidar contigo. Y has el favor de hablar inglés por respeto a mi padre." She motioned to her dad who was looking very confused and agitated being the only one in the room that didn't speak Spanish. No one was going to come into her home and disrespect not only her but her parents as well.

The Lopez's all looked sharply to Rachel. Santana had no idea that she spoke fluent Spanish. Taking a deep breath she turned to Leroy. "I apologize Mr. Berry that was very rude of me. I was just very shocked." She looked at Rachel and back to the adults. "If you would excuse us a moment, I would like to talk to Rachel for a minute please."

Not giving anyone a chance to react or answer she grabbed Rachel's hand pulling her into the study next to them and closed the door behind them. "What the hell Berry?

Rachel took a breath to calm her anger and yanked her hand away from her. "What do you expect me to say? I was just as much in the dark as you were in all of this shit."

Santana just stared at her for a moment unsure of what to make of her. She had never heard Rachel curse or sound so normal before. Shaking it off she implored, "You have to talk to your grandfather Berry. My papi said that you had a choice. You can stop all of this."

Rachel shook her head and sat in one of the oversized chairs in the room. "I have the same choice in this as everyone else does Santana. Yes I can choose to not marry you but in doing so your family will owe mine in full and be out of the organization whether you can pay up or not. This is what grandfather wants and he knows that I will not put you and your family on the streets. Unless that's what you want me to do?"

Throwing her hands up in exaggeration she plopped down in the chair across from Rachel. "Of course that's not what I want. I have younger siblings and tons of other family that works for yours. Are you sure he won't reconsider this?"

"He won't, I called him earlier after my workout and he told me that my choices were either I marry you this December and bring you home to New York in the summer or you and your family are out."

Santana sighed in resignation and sat forward. "Look, if I have to do this I have some stipulations."

Rachel scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Your stipulations are unwarranted and have no basis in this agreement." She held a hand up when she moved to speak. "But I will hear you out and if I can live with these things I will agree."

Santana sat stunned. Seeing Rachel talk like this was not something she was used to. She also knew how things worked in this family and she knew better than to totally push her luck. Rachel was to be the head of the biggest mob family in New York and she was to be her wife but that didn't mean that she was going to roll over and just take everything lying down. "I shouldn't have to be seen in public with you in those damned animal sweaters and plaid skirts. You need to dress better. Also you need to chill the fuck out at school and shit. It's embarrassing how many times a day you get slushied because of your mouth and clothes."

Rachel chuckled humorlessly and rose to lean over Santana. She held on to the arms of the chair on either side of her pushing in until she was resting completely back in the chair and she was right in her face. "Look at how I am dressed."

Santana looked for the first time to Rachel's body and noticed the sexy as hell vest and tie she was wearing. Rachel smirked as she obviously did a double take and was staring at her cleavage. "Get used to it because I am not going back to that god awful wardrobe if I can help it. And as far as the slushies go, I suggest that you figure out how to call of the war you and Quinn called on me for being a kid with gay fathers who dressed different. You helped start all of that so if you don't like it, fix it. Honestly I am tired of the people in that school and I'll be damned if my good clothes end up with slushy on them so whether you correct it or I do, it really doesn't matter I guess."

She stood to her full height eyeing her future wife for a moment then headed to the door. "Things are about to change, now come on. We have things to discuss and I'm getting hungry. Oh, and if you call me a freak again, you're not going to like what happens. Lima heights ain't got nothin' on the Bronx."

With that she left a speechless Santana staring after her until she came to her senses and followed her out. She stopped dead in her tracks when she came out at the sight of Rachel hugging Jonathon Goldstein himself. When Rachel pulled out of his arms to hug her grandmother he turned to Santana. "Ah, Santana, it's nice to see you again. You are more beautiful than I remembered."

Santana moved forward to shake his hand, "Thank you, the pleasure is mine Mr. Goldstein."

Instead of taking her hand he pulled her into a bear hug. "You don't shake hands with family Santana and call me Jonathon or Papa like Rachel does."

She wasn't entirely comfortable with this but she allowed it knowing she really didn't have much of a choice. She had only met Mr. Goldstein once before when they still lived in New York. He wasn't really a hard man unless he was pushed. "Alright Jonathon," She turned to the woman to his right as Rachel released her and came to stand beside her. "Hello Mrs. Goldstein."

Barbra Goldstein scoffed pulling her into a hug as well. "That is no way to address family as Jonny has just said. It's Grammy or Barbra to you."

Santana smiled. "Yes ma'am."

Jonathon beamed and turned to the other adults in the room. "Ok, we need to adjourn to the dining room. We are famished as we skipped lunch to make it here in time for this meeting. We have much to discuss about how things will be from this moment on so I suggest we do it over food."

They all nodded and followed the man to the dining room. Rachel guided Santana in with a soft hand to her lower back and pulled out a chair for her once she stopped them at their seats. Santana gave her a sideways glance, taken aback at the girls actions but said nothing as she settled in her seat and Rachel sat beside her.

Once everyone was seated and drinks were distributed Rachel looked to Jonathon. "Papa, before you get started I have a few questions."

He smiled and waved her to speak. "First I want to know if the threat to me has been taken care of. I cannot in good conscience put Santana at risk. Do we need to have more security then what I already have a school? Do I need to hire another guard for her? I will not have my wife in unnecessary danger."

Jonathon shook his head. "The threat has been removed angel. You and your wife are safe. I will keep the guards that we already have in place there until you both graduated though just to make me and I'm guessing you feel better. They have been keeping an eye on you both this whole time."

Rachel nodded. "Thank you, th…"

Santana held up a hand and shook her head cutting Rachel off ignoring them already calling her Rachel's wife for the moment. "Hold up, what guards at school? I've never seen anyone but the stupid students and worthless teachers there and why are they watching me."

Rachel giggled, "If I tell you, you have to promise to keep it to yourself."

Santana scoffed. "I'm not an idiot."

Rachel held up her hands in surrender. "Of course not but you are really not going to like it when I tell you." Santana waved her on to speak and Rachel sighed. "Mike, Noah, and Brad."

Santana's jaw hit the floor and Rachel did her best to not laugh at the look on her face. Jonathon could not stop his own chuckle. "They are watching you too because you are family and there were a few people in some of the other families that knew of the arrangement and I wanted to make sure you were safe as well."

Shaking off her shock she turned to Rachel. "Puck? Really? That horn dog is one of the guards?"

Rachel just chuckled. "He is. I wish I could say that it was all an act but he really is that bad. He's good at what he does though and after the stunt he pulled with Quinn he has calmed down a lot. He almost lost his job over that shit. His and Mike's fathers are actually papa's head guards. They were trained by them and were hired on when we moved here along with Brad."

"Brad? I just can't see it." Santana shook her head again.

"Haven't you noticed that he's always around? No matter where we are or what time of day it is? He's always there, seeming to come out of nowhere ready to play any song we want?"

She just shrugged. "I just figured he was some kind of crazy stalker that was just always around."

Jonathon smiled as he watched the girls interact then decided to take back the reins. "What else did you want to discuss Rachel? I have a lot to go over and I am back on the plane tonight because I have a meeting in the morning."

"Oh yes, of course. Well, since the threat is gone I want to drop the whole diva act. It is beyond old and I just want to be myself. Santana and I deserve to be able to be ourselves for the next 6 months to really get to know each other before we are married in December. I refuse to continue to put up an act around her."

Jonathon thought for a moment then nods once. "I don't see a problem with that but you will have to deal with the fall out at school. If you go in there and just start acting like a completely different person they will revolt and things may get worse before they get better."

Rachel sighed leaning back in her seat. "I know but it's nothing that Noah, Mike, Santana and I can't handle. I'm just going to be me and the rest will work itself out one way or another."

Jonathon just hummed his acknowledgement. "Was there anything else?"

"No, not right now. I want to know about the actually wedding and where it will be and stuff but that can wait."

"Yes it can. You girls can talk to Grammy about that later. Now we need to get down to business."

They all looked up, pausing their conversation as some servants came in with dinner. Once they all had their food Barbra took over the conversation stating that business could wait until they had eaten. She just wanted to catch up with Rachel and talk to Santana.

When they finished dinner they retired to the den to continue their discussion. Jonathon sat back in his overstuffed chair and lit a cigar. "Now, first off before we discuss anything else I want to talk about living arrangement."

They all looked at him confused and he continues. "As of tonight Santana will be living here with Rachel."

Before he could say anymore the room erupted into chaos.

A/N: Let me know what you think. Reviews and constructive criticism always welcome.

Translations—forgive me Spanish is not my first language but a special shoot out to who has offered to help me out and has translated it all for me. Thank you so much for the help V. Dino, you are awesome.
¿Que carajo? No me puedo casar con ella. Ella no es normal y no me refiero a la polla entre sus piernas. No me puedens hacer esto.-What the fuck? I can't marry her. She's not normal and I don't mean the dick in her pants. You can't do this to me.

Mija, no es tan malo como parece, conosco a Rachel desde pequeña, ella es muy buena persona.-Daughter it is not that bad. I have known Rachel her whole life, she's a good person.

No, no me casaré con esa aberración!—No, I won't marry that freak!

Santana, es mejor callarte. No eres la unica afectada con esto, tambien me toca a mi lidar contigo. Y has el favor de hablar inglés por respeto a mi padre.—Shut up Santana. You are not the only one in this. I have to deal with you too. You don't get to come into my home and talk about me like this and have some respect and speak English for my dad.