Chapter 24: Classic
The Maria week went relatively well. Everyone, even the boys, did a Mariah number. Kurt had done 'Emotions' and couldn't hit the high notes that Mariah had, going an octave lower. After his number everyone tried to hit the note as a joke, even the guys. In order of the closest to farthest off with the girls went, Mercedes, Rachel, Tina, Santana, Quinn, Brittany, Sugar and the boys it went Kurt, Mr. Shue, Rory, Blaine, Finn, Artie, Sam, Puck, and last, Mike. None of the boys really cared though as they were just messing around, but the girls got competitive.
It has been three weeks since Santana had apologized to the Glee club and things seemed to be going to be a little better. They included her in more conversations and she had been invited out with a few of them twice. She had a few slip ups where she lapsed back into her offensive nicknames but Rachel or someone else would calmly remind her and she would apologize, but it was getting better. Everyone else had stopped with the 'Slutana's and the 'Satan's.
While life had school had gotten better at school, Santana's love life and home life was on the rocks. Her mom was due in about a month which brought on the weird cravings and the ever-changing emotions that Santana didn't know how to deal with and frustrated her.
Her and Rachel had been so stressed lately with their separate things that when they met up, 9 times out of 10 one of them found something to fight about. Which leads them to how Quinn and Brittany found them when they walked into McKinley high.
"This isn't even any of your business Rachel," Santana clenched her jaw as she slammed her locker shut.
Rachel scoffed and rolled her eyes, "This has to do with your future and if you want me to be in that future, then you need to pull yourself together."
Santana turned to face Rachel, "Rachel, fucking shit I-"
Santana was interrupted by Quinn, "Hey, are you two okay?"
The Latina glared at Quinn for a second before turned the look on Rachel, then clenched her jaw and turned away from everyone, "Peachy."
Rachel rolled her eyes again and walked away as Santana walked away. Quinn sighed and looked at Brittany, "You are on Santana, I'll go get Rachel."
The blonde nodded and went to follow her best friend while Quinn went to catch up with Rachel. She walked in stride with the shorter girl, "So what's going on between you and Santana?"
Rachel looked over at her for a second before continuing to walk forward, "Nothing, just a little disagreement."
"That is the third one I have stumbled upon this week. Its Wednesday," Quinn stopped her.
Rachel sighed and looked at her, "We are just both stressed I guess. I think we just are hot tempered right now.'"
Quinn nodded, "Well Santana is always hot tempered."
Rachel smiled a little, "I appreciate your concern for us Quinn, but I think we are just going through a lot and need to talk soon. I will try to refrain from having anymore altercations with Santana in the halls of school and try to keep our quarrels in private sanctions."
Quinn furrowed her brows, "I understood what you said, but it was too difficult. Use normal words."
"I resent the accusation that I do not speak normally. I am simply-"
"Rachel. I am just kidding," Quinn laughed causing Rachel to smile a little. "I guess I will see you later in Glee."
Rachel nodded and smiled at her before continuing on to her class.
On the opposite side of the school, Brittany was trying to calm the fiery Latina down.
"S, just tell me what happened," Brittany pleaded.
Santana clenched her jaw and stopped, looking at the blonde, "What's wrong is Rachel is trying to mother me." Brittany gave her a confused look, so she sighed and elaborated, "My grades have been slipping a little and she is acting like it's the end of the world. I mean, yes, a D is bad, but I mean its only one bad grade and I have the rest of the semester and finals."
Brittany listened to her rant for a bit, not really sure what to say to her best friend. Brittany didn't understand what Santana said about Rachel thinking it was the end of the world, they weren't dying, but Brittany thought it best not to comment on it.
"It seems like she is always trying to find something that I am doing wrong whether it be my classes or glee club or whatever. I mean, I love her and all, but sometimes she is the most infuriating person on the planet," Santana huffed as they went down the hall.
Brittany looked at her and asked innocently, "If she makes you mad all the time why do you date her?"
Santana stopped and looked at her, "Britt… It's because she isn't always like that. When we are together, it's… it's like magic. She makes me feel special and all I want to do it hold her and kiss her. I want to just lay with her and stare into her eyes forever. She makes me smile when I don't want to and she has been with me ever since my accident. She has never made me feel less than I am. With her I can just be myself and not worry about anyone else. I love her and that is why I stick around, because there are way more good things about our relationship then there are bad."
Brittany smiled at her, "I'm glad she makes you happy S."
Rachel really did make the Latina happy. She could make her happy just by smiling at her or even just thinking about the tiny diva. Santana had never felt like this before and no matter how many times they fought, Santana knew that she still loved her girlfriend. There was nothing she wouldn't do for Rachel.
The bell rang and Santana looked at her best friend, "Let's get to class. I am going to need your help with something for Glee."
Brittany grinned and nodded, walking with her to class to discuss what Santana wanted to do for Glee. They talked for almost the whole first period because they had a substitute and were supposed to be doing a worksheet.
When it came to lunch, Santana rolled into her spot at the end of the table and waited for Rachel to take a seat next to her but she went to sit between Kurt and Mercedes.
Puck took Rachel's seat instead and looked curiously at her, "Are you and Rachel okay?"
Santana looked at him and forced a smile, "We are perfect, she just wanted to talk to Kurt and Mercedes today."
"Bullshit," Puck rolled his eyes. "What did you do to my Jewish-American Princess?"
Santana scoffed and rolled her eyes, "What makes you think I did anything?"
"Because I know you, Lopez," Puck narrowed his eyes.
Santana clenched her jaw and crossed her arms, raising her voice shit, "I didn't do shit Puckerman! Stop assuming everything is my fault before I shave that squirrel off your head."
"Santana," Rachel chided softly from across the table.
Santana looked up to see everyone looking at them. The Latina closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she turned to Puck, mumbling, "Sorry Puck. I shouldn't threaten you."
Puck shook his head, "'S cool. I shouldn't have said what I did."
Santana nodded and looked down at her lap. She was a little irritated with this whole 'being nice all the time' thing, but she knew she had to do it if she wanted to keep the New Directions as friends. At least she didn't have to be nice to anyone outside of the Glee club, they now got more insults then normal since 12 of her normal victims were now off limits.
The rest of the lunch period went by with mundane conversations. At least for everyone else, Santana on the other hand kept staring at Rachel. She wanted nothing more than to just make all the fighting go away but she knew that it was never that simple. She just hoped that once they were done with Finals and Nationals, that everything would go back to normal.
The most common things they fought about were Rachel not going to Santana's physical therapy, Santana's anger issues, Santana's lack of effort in Glee club, Rachel's ridiculous attempts to get Santana to take vocal lessons from her, and now Santana's falling grades.
Rachel was claiming that the Latina didn't put any effort into their relationship which she guessed was true. The ex-cheerio was just so stressed and she didn't know how to express herself. She was dealing with her therapy, her mother's pregnancy, the Glee club, and anything else that might come up during her day.
But, while they fought often, they would make-up soon after because neither girl could stay mad at the other for long. They would apologize then kiss and go back to normal, it was a lot of back and forth.
At Glee that day, everyone was sitting in their seat except Santana and as soon as Mr. Shue walked in, he noticed this, "Where is Santana?"
"She told me to text her when you walked in," Brittany spoke up as she texted said Latina.
"Why? Where is she?" Quinn asked from her spot next to her.
"I don't know," Brittany looked down at her phone when she got a response. "She told me to start."
"Start what?" Mercedes asked.
Brittany paused for a second, thinking about what she was supposed to start. Then her face lit up when she remember, "Oh yeah. Hey, where's the drums?"
Everyone looked confused until the drummer started playing a familiar tune. Everyone could hear a long 'Oh' come from outside the open door; they all recognized it as Santana's voice. Brittany yelled out a 'let's go' as Santana came in.
When Santana came in though, that was the biggest shock of the day. She did not wheel in, she strode in with a bounce in her step, singing the song while looking at Rachel, "Ooh girl, you're shining, like a 5th karat new diamond and they don't make you like they used to, you're never going out of style."
Rachel stared at her with wide eyes and a hand over her mouth. Everyone else had varying levels of shock written on their faces. Even Brittany since Santana said nothing about being able to walk now.
"Ooh pretty baby, this world might have gone crazy, the way you save me, who came blame me when I just want to make you smile?" Santana sang with a smile on her face and a little, simple dance with the music. When she had said the world 'smile' she ran the back of her hand down Rachel's face.
Rachel was awestruck. Not only was Santana serenading her with this song, she was dancing to it. Rachel could not have been more proud of her girlfriend. She knew that the Latina was starting to get down about her legs, yet here she was, dancing and walking around the choir room.
Santana smiled and backed away with a wink as she sang, "I wanna thrill you like Michael, I wanna kiss you like Prince, let's get it on like Marvin Gaye like Hathaway write a song for you like this."
The Latina jumped and started sliding and dancing across the floor, always finding a way to bring her gaze to Rachel, "You're over my head, I'm outta mind, thinking I was born in the wrong time. One of a kind living in a world gone plastic. Baby, you're so classic. Baby, you're so classic. Baby, you, baby, you're so classic."
Rachel looked at her with adoration in her eyes. She liked this song and she like that Santana was singing it to her. It made her feel special because it wasn't about sex or apologizing or telling her she's in love with her, it was about telling her that she is original and that there is nothing else Santana could ask of her.
Santana went to one of the guitarist who handed her a large bouquet of roses before she brought it to Rachel, getting down in front of her to hand them to her, "Four dozen roses, anything for you to notice. All the way to serenade you, doing it Sinatra style."
Rachel gasped as she took the flowers from Santana, inhaling the scent deeply. Santana smiled and took the seat next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, "Imma pick you up in a Cadillac like a gentleman, bringing glamour back. Keep it reel to reel in the way I feel, I could walk you down the isle."
Santana motioned for Brittany as she stood and the blonde broke out of her stupor just in time to meet Santana to dance with her through the second chorus, "I wanna thrill you like Michael, I wanna kiss you like Prince, let's get it on like Marvin Gaye like Hathaway write a song for you like this. You're over my head, I'm outta mind, thinking I was born in the wrong time. It's love on rewind. Everything is so throwback-ish. I kinda like it, like it. Out of my league, old school chic, like a movie star from the silver screen. You're one of a kind; living in a world gone plastic, baby, you're so classic. Baby, you're so classic. Baby, you're so classic."
Santana stepped away from Brittany to sing in front of Rachel. She saw the tears that welled up in her tiny girlfriend's eyes, but she wasn't worried because she knew they were happy tears. She felt not only happy that she could walk again but that she was able to put that smile onto Rachel's face and do this performance for her.
She took Rachel's hand and pulled her to a standing position, making Rachel set the flowers on her chair. Santana took on of her hands and put her other hand on Rachel's hip, doing a side to side dance, rocking their hands up and down.
Rachel laughed as they danced and Santana sang to her, "Baby, you're class and baby, you're sick. I never met a girl like you ever til we met. A star in the 40's, centerfold in the 50's. Got me tripping out like the sixties, hippies, Queen of the discotheque a 70's dream and an 80's best. Hepburn, Beyoncé, Marilyn, Massive. Girl you're timeless, just to class."
Santana kept dancing with her twirling her around and going around her, ". You're over my head, I'm outta mind, thinking I was born in the wrong time. It's love on rewind. Everything is so throwback-ish. I kinda like it, like it. Out of my league, old school chic, like a movie star from the silver screen. You're one of a kind; living in a world gone plastic, baby, you're so classic. Baby, you're so classic. Baby, you're so classic."
When it was over Santana had her hands on her knees, breathing heavily as everyone clapped, standing up.
"I need to sit baby," Santana wheezed out. Rachel immediately helped her to sit in a chair and handed her a water bottle. "That was a lot harder than I thought it would be."
Rachel looked at her, "How long have you been able to walk?"
"Um, almost two weeks. I didn't tell anyone yet because I wanted to announce it like that," Santana looked at the diva.
"Does Mom know?" Rachel asked.
Santana nodded, "She is the one who takes me to therapy."
Rachel stood and placed her hands on her hips, "I can't believe she didn't tell me about this."
Santana chuckled, "Babe, I told her not to tell you."
The diva huffed and sat, placing her flowers in her lap. She sat there for a second before looking at Santana, "Thank you for the song and the flowers. I love you."
"I love you," Santana smiled and kissed her gently.
Mr. Shue clapped his hands together to bring attention to himself as he smiled at them, "This is great news Santana. We are so happy for you."
Santana stood a little shakily, "I'm not done yet Mr. Shue." The man nodded and motioned for her to continue. Santana got onto one knee in front of Rachel and took her hand, "Rachel Berry… will you go to prom with me?"
Rachel grinned and nodded, "Of course."
Santana smiled and kissed her as everyone clapped. When Santana sat in her seat did Mr. Shue continue on with his lesson, which so happened to be them performing at Prom in two weeks and Nationals which were in three weeks.
They decided to kill two birds with one stone. They would perform the songs they would do at Nationals. So, of course, Rachel and Santana would be performing their rendition of 'So Emotional'. They would do the song 'Happy' by Pharell Williams as their group number.
Now they were just duking out who would get the solo. Really it was just Mercedes, Kurt, and Rachel, everyone else had given up. Santana sighed and finally got up after ten minutes of their arguing. She got up and wrapped her arms around Rachel from behind. She gently kissed below her ear and whispered, "Baby?"
"Santana, I am busy at the moment," Rachel tried to brush her off, but Santana held onto her tighter.
Santana rolled her eyes since she knew that Rachel couldn't see her, "Rach, stop arguing with them. Let one of them have the solo."
Rachel gasped loudly (dramatically) and pulled herself away from the Latina to stare at her, "You want me to just give it up?"
This caused all conversation to stop and turn heads to the two girls. Santana resisted the urge to roll her eyes again, "Yes. Why don't we go talk privately outside for a moment? Hmm?"
Rachel shook her head and rested defiant hands on her hips, "Santana Lopez, I can't believe my ears right now. You expect me to give up the opportunity to bless thousands of people with the sound of my voice and win us our first National title? You should know me by now, I do don't give up any opportunities to be in the spotlight, especially when I am the best talent we have."
Santana could tell that a few people were offended, she herself was, but quickly butt in, "Rachel that was incredibly rude. These are our friends you are talking about. Let's go out into the halls to continue this conversation so we do not have a repeat of 'Hello Dolly'."
Rachel still looked pretty worked up, but she nodded stiffly and walked out of the room. Santana followed and closed the door behind her, though she knew it was useless because their fellow Glee club members would probably snoop anyways.
Santana placed a gentle hand on the diva's arm, hoping to ease some of her tension, "Baby, I want you to listen to me. Do not interrupt, just listen." Santana waited for Rachel to nod before she continued, "I think you need to be fair to our friends. They work just as hard and they deserve to be in the limelight too. You already have the duet with me and you had the solos sophomore year and the solos this year. It would be only fair to let one of the others have a chance to sing a solo too. We always have next year. Please, just think about them and drop it."
Rachel crossed her arms and stayed silent for a moment. Santana just stared at her as she saw the small girl work out what she said in her head. Santana was hoping that Rachel would just agree with her so it didn't turn into, yet another fight.
Santana knew that the girl had a hard time sharing the spotlight, but Santana was determined to help her. If Rachel could help her become less like a bitch, then Santana could help her become less selfish. At least that was the hope.
As the seconds ticked by Santana grew more and more worried that the diva was just going to blow up at Santana and remind her that all solos were supposed to go to her. Santana would still be very adamant about her not taking the solo, but if Rachel just agreed, then argument avoided.
When Rachel finally did speak, Santana breathed a sigh of relief for a second, "You're right. I will allow them to showcase their talents at Nationals this year, but if we lose, you will be cut off from all cuddling and kissing for at least a month."
Santana widened her eyes and let her mouth hang open, staring at her girlfriend in disbelief, "Are you serious?"
"Oh I am deadly serious, Santana," Rachel placed her hands on her hips. "If I lost something I love because I agree to what you want, then you will lose something you love too. Those are my conditions. And remember, no kissing or cuddling means no sexual intercourse."
"So basically, all we could do is hold hands and hang out? We will be like friends again. Not only that but that is hurting you too," Santana pointed out.
Rachel shook her head, "On the contrary, I went almost 17 years without sex, I can go a month."
Santana groaned and turned around, pacing the hall. She was thinking about her options and all the possible outcomes of losing Nationals or if the won.
If they lost, that could mean that Santana would get no lady-loving from her girl and she would be seriously depraved. But that could also mean that after that month, Rachel and Santana would have really hot sex to make-up for all that lost time. Or that Santana will just die from being sex-depraved.
On the other hand, they could lose, Rachel would be upset for a few days, but Santana could convince her to get their mack on because, seriously, who could resist Santana Lopez?
Now they could also win which resulted in Santana having her way and still be able to have amazing victory sex with her amazingly gorgeous girlfriend. Their duet was pretty strong, their group number had a little that needed to be worked on but it could be polished, and Wheezy and Hummel had great voices, not as good as Rachels, but still, Santana liked the odds of them winning.
She also thought about not taking the deal at all and sending the short diva back in there to duke it out with the other two. As much as she wanted to do that so she didn't have to risk her sex-life, she also wanted to help out her friends just this once. This in no way meant she was soft.
So Santana turned around and took a deep breath, "Fine, I will accept your conditions."
Rachel held out her hand to shake and after Santana reluctantly shook it, the diva turned on her heel and marched inside. Santana followed her with a scowl on her face.
Rachel stood in front of everyone as the had all now taken seats as they waited for the two to come back inside, "I will no longer be competing for the solo. I have decided that Kurt or Mercedes can have it this year."
Everyone gaped at her and Mercedes looked at Santana, "How did you manage that one?"
Rachel answered for her, "I merely offered Santana an ultimatum. If she wanted me to give up the biggest solo of the year, she had to give up cuddling, kisses, and sexual intercourse for a month if we so happen to lose."
This caused everyone to gape even more and Mr. Shue to look like he did not need to hear this conversation. Santana however crossed her arms and walked to her seat, grumbling, "You so y'all better not lose or I will bes taking my sexual frustration out on all of you. I don't mean in the hot way, I mean names and punching."
"You will do no such thing Santana," Rachel scolded her. "You are the one who wanted me to stop competing with them and you are the one who agreed to it, not them."
Santana groaned and slumped in her seat, closing her eyes. Quinn laughed, "You are acting like she already cut you off."
Santana shot a glare back at the blonde, "Because I am."
"What?" Quinn raised an eyebrow.
"We got into an argument on Sunday and she cut me off from sex for a week," Santana crossed her arms and turned forward again.
Everyone laughed and Rachel just shrugged, "No sexual intercourse for a week doesn't bother me so I use it against her whenever she gets herself into trouble."
Mr. Shue stood up then, completely awkward, "Okay, anyways. We still have to decide between Kurt and Mercedes, who will have the solo."
"'Cedes can have it," Kurt said with a shrug. "I got a duet last competition, so she can have the solo."
Mercedes grinned at him and Mr. Shue smiled, "Alright, that settles it. Now that that's out of the way, we can start working on songs for Prom. Just come up with some numbers on your own and anything that you have, will be used at Prom."
Everyone got excited after that, discussing with each other about possible song choices for them to do together at Prom.
Rachel sat in Santana's lap and wrapped her arms around her shoulders. The diva gently kissed her girlfriend's jaw, "I am so proud of you baby."
"For what?" Santana asked as she curled her arms around the girl in her lap.
"For overcoming this obstacle in your life and though it really got you down, you didn't let it become your entire being," Rachel told her, looking into her eyes. "I know that losing your father was not easy, but I think you handled it well and learned to cope with it. I can't tell you how happy I am that I was there to help you with it or how sorry I am that I couldn't be there these last few months at your physical therapy."
Santana looked down at her lap as Rachel spoke. It was still hard hearing about her father, but she found it to be less and less sad and more like an emptiness and that emptiness slowly started to turn into a simple remembrance. She didn't feel like crying whenever he was mentioned anymore and she definitely didn't avoid family pictures on the walls anymore. She felt like it was starting to become a good thing to talk about him because it made her feel like he was there, even for just a second.
She knew that her father would not want her sulk and be depressed about it her whole life and she felt like she was slowly getting there. Getting to a place in her life where it didn't feel like she was dying inside and that she couldn't breathe. She knew that it was because she had Rachel in her life to help her move forward.
Santana looked up and cupped Rachel's cheek gently, leaning her forehead against Rachel's, "It's because of you Rach. I could not have the strength that I had to move on if it wasn't for you. You make me better."
Rachel looked at her, her eyes misting, before she leaned in to gently kiss her, "I love you."
"I love you," Santana whispered back as she kissed her. They pulled away when Brittany came bouncing over with Artie in tow.
"Yay! You guys made up," Brittany clapped.
Santana laughed and smiled at her blonde best friend, "That's right Britt-Britt, Rach and I made up. We are all good now."
Brittany hugged them both as Artie spoke up, "I'm happy for you Santana. It's really great to see you walking again."
The Latina smiled at him as Brittany pulled away, "Thanks Artie. It feels good to start walking again."
The four lapsed into talk about song ideas for prom. While they sat there talking, Santana was thinking about how to ask Rachel to prom. She wanted it to be a big display because she knew that was what the diva liked.
When Mr. Shue excused the group, Rachel stood and held her hand out for the Latina to take. Santana took it with a smile and stood, linking their fingers together. Santana kissed her cheek, "Do you want to come to my house." Rachel's face fell and Santana knew that the answer was 'no' so she threw in, "Never mind, I forgot that I have some chores and stuff so it wouldn't be very fun for you if you came over."
Rachel sighed as they walked to the parking lot, "You don't have to lie to me babe. You know that I want to go with you to your house-"
Santana cut her off, "No babe, it's cool. I get it, you are busy."
They walked in silence to the diva's car. Santana leaned in and gave her a quick peck goodbye. As she turned to leave Rachel stopped her, "Santana, I would love to come to your house."
Santana turned back to her with furrowed eyebrows, "I thought you were busy."
Rachel waved her off, "It's just homework. I can do it later tonight."
"Are you sure? I don't want you to get behind," Santana checked, making sure Rachel was sure about this.
Rachel smiled, "Yes San, I am sure. I won't get behind just because I spend one day with my amazing girlfriend who I just found out could walk again which means we can go up to her room and make out without having to worry about her mother walking downstairs while we are in a compromising position."
Santana smirked, "Well when you put it like that…"
Rachel laughed and shook her head, "I knew that would get through to you. Come on, I'll drive."
Santana smiled and got into the car. Rachel grabbed her hand once they got on the road, no longer needing the gear shift. The Latina looked out the window, absent-mindedly rubbing circles on the back of the diva's hand.
Santana was beyond happy right now. She could walk again, she was going to get a really hot make-out session when she got home, and she was going to spend a few hours with her girlfriend, which she hadn't gotten to do a lot lately.
The last time Santana had been able to spend more than an hour with Rachel without the shorter girl having to do homework or something else was 2 months ago. She was really starting to miss her girlfriend. She missed being able to just cuddle on her bed or her couch and watch movie marathons. She missed being able to talk to her about nothing and laughing at Rachel's bad jokes, throwing in her own sexual innuendos. She missed being able to just lay with her and not talk about anything at all, just being near each other. She missed her girlfriend in general.
Santana was tired of all the arguing. She was tired of having to wonder if her legs were going to work again. She was tired of being pissed all the time at everything. She was tired of being so depressed all the time that she didn't enjoy all the things she usually would.
Santana was so ready for things to go back to normal. She was ready for her mom to have the baby and she was ready to be the best big sister ever. She was so going to spoil the baby when he or she came out. She was going to take them out every where and show them to everyone. He or she was going to Santana's second favorite person behind Rachel.
Rachel interrupted Santana's thoughts with a gentle squeeze to her hand, "We are here babe."
Santana smiled and kissed her hand before getting out of the car. She led her girlfriend to the door and held the door for her and walked in, calling out, "Mami, I am home!" When Santana didn't get a response, she furrowed her eyebrows and tried again.
"Maybe she is sleeping," Rachel suggested.
Santana nodded and walked upstairs, Rachel towing behind her. Santana gently opened the door to her mother's room and sure enough, the pregnant woman was sleeping on her bed.
Santana smiled and walked over, bringing the blanket up over her mother and kissed her cheek before walking out, closing the door behind her.
The two girls walked to the Latina's room, going to her bed. Santana sat first and Rachel straddled her, linking her fingers behind the darker girl's head. Rachel leaned in slowly and brushed her nose against her girlfriends, whispering out, "I missed you."
"I missed you too, so much," Santana whispered back honestly before capturing Rachel's lips with her own.
The kiss quickly heated up and Rachel ended up underneath the cheerleader's body. They pressed close to each other and kissed with hunger and passion. Santana's hands started to roam up the girl's torso but she stopped herself and moved them around to the smaller girls back, pulling her flush against her.
The two broke apart for air but kept their foreheads together. After a few moments Rachel broke their silence, "I love you so so much."
"I love you more than anything Rach," Santana opened her eyes to look into the other girl's. "I love you so much it hurts. I don't ever want to be without you."
"I don't want to be without you either San, you are my life," Rachel told her sincerely.
They went back in for a slower more passionate kiss, pouring in their love and adoration for each other in to the kiss.
They finally broke apart when there was a knock at the door. Santana slowly pulled away, "Yes Mami?"
"I just wanted to make sure you were home and ask what you wanted for dinner tonight. I am going out to the store," Maria answered her daughter through the door.
Santana stood and walked to the door, opening it, "I can go to the store Mami."
Maria shook her head, "Nonsense, I can go. You stay here with Rachel."
"Are you sure?" Santana asked her.
Maria nodded and smiled, "Absolutely. Will you be staying with us for dinner Rachel?"
"If that is okay with you," Rachel sat up.
"Of course. You are always welcome here," Maria grinned then turned to Santana, "What would you two like for dinner?"
"Surprise us," Santana replied.
Maria rolled her eyes, "I guess that is better than 'I don't know'."
Santana laughed and said goodbye to her mom before closing the door and going back to her girlfriend. The Latina went back to kissing Rachel, pinning her hands above her head.
Rachel moaned when Santana pressed their pelvis's together. Rachel pulled away to whisper, "I don't care if you are in trouble. Make love to me."
Santana looked at her for a second before going in to kiss her again. The cheerleader pulled her girlfriend's shirt off her, tossing it off to the side. Santana kissed down to her throat, gently nipping as she went down to her chest.
Santana pulled her own shirt off and pressed their chests together, taking Rachel into another passionate kiss. She moved against her girlfriend's body, earning throaty moan from the opposite girl. They soon removed all clothing and made love to each other.
When they were done they laid in bed, Rachel's head on Santana's chest whilst the taller girl ran her finger tips up and down the other girl's shoulder. They laid like that until they heard a honk outside.
They quickly hopped up and put their clothes on before rushing downstairs to help Maria bring the groceries inside.
The rest of the night passed quickly, having a nice dinner with conversations of school, Glee, and the baby. Soon after dinner, Rachel had to go home.
Santana walked her out to her car, stopping her to kiss her gently, "Be safe. Text me when you get home."
"Of course baby," Rachel smiled, kissing her again before getting into her car and driving off.
Santana watched until she turned the corner before going back inside where her mother wanted to watch a movie with her before they both headed off to bed.
A/N: Again, so sorry that took so long but I think that was a shorter amount of time then the last time. There are only two more chapters to this story and after that there will be a break between this one and the next because I want to write a few of the chapters to that one before I publish it. Anyway, the song used and the title is named after the song 'Classic' by MTKO.