A/N: This one involves blood, periods and stuff like that but not in a gross way lol Just thought I'd let you know, in case it doesn't interest you.
When Rachel received the text with all of Santana's cravings, she knew this week was going to be rougher than usual. Rachel never knew how bad PMS could be until she started dating Santana. No matter what for the first 3 days, Santana is more of a ticking time bomb than usual, though Rachel isn't normally on the other end of it. Sometimes Rachel hates that Santana's period is always every 28 days. Rachel sighs to herself and checks her text message one more time before leaving the grocery store.
Opening the door of her apartment, Rachel calls for Santana as she locks the door behind her. Santana appears in the living room, wearing Rachel's purple sweatshirt that's much too small for the taller woman, her favorite gray pajama pants Rachel got her 2 Christmases ago and fuzzy socks with her hair in a messy ponytail. Rachel wants to laugh at the sleeves of the sweatshirt, stopping on Santana's forearms but decided against it.
"Hi beautiful." Rachel says, smiling as she walks over and kisses Santana.
"Tell me those are snacks for me?" Santana says after returning Rachel's kiss. Rachel holds up the grocery bag towards Santana and Santana quickly grabs it with a smile.
"Thanks babe." She says as she starts riffling through the bag. Rachel walks away from Santana, wanting to get comfortable after her day.
"You're welcome. How was your day?" Rachel says as she hangs up her jacket.
"Uh...fine." Santana answers distractedly.
"Where's the Reese's fast break?" Santana asks, eyebrows creased as she focuses on the contents of the bags, hoping she just overlooked it. Rachel glances at her curiously, knowing Santana didn't mention that.
"You never said you wanted one." Rachel says as Santana huffs.
"Yeah, I didn't think I had to! You know I love those!" Santana whines, sad her girlfriend didn't buy her favorite chocolate.
"I can go get one if you'd like." Rachel offers, wanting her girlfriend to be happy. Santana lets out a frustrated sigh.
"No, it's fine or whatever. I don't want to be ungrateful since you didn't have to do this at all." Santana says, walking over to the island in their kitchen and sitting her bag down.
Santana pulls out a bag of Flamin' Hot Cheetos and the tub of chocolate frosting Rachel got for her as Rachel disappears into their bedroom. Quickly peeling back the top and foil on the icing, Santana then opens her bag of chips and takes one, dipping it in the icing. Moaning in delight as the combination settles on her taste buds, Santana sits in a chair to enjoy her snack. Rachel returns to the kitchen in her robe to check on Santana.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" Rachel asks with an amused smile, having heard Santana's moans. Santana nods her head with a lazy smile as she chews. Rachel smiles then kisses her cheek.
"Good. I'm going to shower." Rachel turns to leave but looks over her shoulder at Santana when she hears rattling and scrapping.
Santana is using her body to scoot her chair back on the wood floor while holding her chips and icing. Rachel already knows what's going on so she doesn't question her, only continuing her way to the bathroom. Rachel hangs her robe near her towel as she steps into the shower, turning on the water as Santana comes into the bathroom, pushing the lid of the toilet down and sitting with her snacks. Santana gets extremely clingy when she's on her period and it's one of the few things Rachel actually looks forward to.
"I almost killed a homeless guy today." Rachel's eyes widen as the water rushes over her body.
"Since you're here and not in jail, I assume you restrained yourself." Rachel says as she begins to clean her body.
"Obviously." Santana says as she dips another chip.
"Before you continue though, I have to ask. How are you eating in the bathroom?" Rachel says, her face turning up in disgust thinking about and she hears Santana sigh.
"Please, don't make me think about it. So, the homeless dude had a sign that said 'Not gonna lie, need money for weed and alcohol'. I admired his honesty so I decided to give him 3 bucks. It was all the cash I had." Rachel listens quietly.
"I try to give it to him and this guy has the nerve to say 'that's it?' Like I'm entitled to give him more or something." Santana says in an annoyed tone.
"Is that why you almost killed a man today?" Rachel asks.
"No, I almost killed the bastard because he called me a bitch after I told him to give me my money back since it obviously wasn't up to his standards. Today was not the day, I was fully prepared to go to jail." She says and Rachel shakes her head with a small giggle.
"How did you restrain yourself?" Rachel asks in response.
"I was an adult about it. I stood next to him and told people he was a rapist." Santana says nonchalantly.
"Santana!" Rachel says in surprise.
"If I'm a bitch, he's a rapist." She says as she continues eating.
"He was technically...right." Rachel says cautiously.
"He doesn't know that. Just like I don't know if he really tried to lure kids into a white van, but oh well. We both said a lot of possibly false shit today." Rachel laughs before responding.
"How long did you harass this man?" Santana scoffs.
"Harass? Yeah right. Men always think the second a woman does anything they don't like, they deserve to be called a bitch. I was just giving him a taste of his own medicine. I only stayed and followed him for a hour."
"You followed him?"
"He tried to run away, but that's not the point. I bet he'll think twice before calling another woman a bitch." Santana says with a light shrug.
The two kept talking until Rachel's shower ended then ate dinner together before settling in bed. Rachel was exhausted from the day and fell asleep almost instantly after climbing into bed. Rachel isn't sure if she's dreaming or if she actually hears whimpering? Eventually, Rachel's eyes flutter open and she sees Santana sitting on the edge of the bed with her head down.
"San?" Rachel says in a gruff voice. She hears Santana sniffle before groaning.
"Great, now you're up." Santana says, her voice thick. Rachel quickly sits up and starts to move towards Santana when she holds out a hand to stop her.
"What's wrong?" Rachel asks with concern. Santana sighs and begins to softly cry again.
"This is so embarrassing and gross! I'm a grown woman! This shouldn't be happening!" Santana says through her tears. Rachel furrows her eyebrows in confusion until her eyes glance over the stain on the back of Santana's pants.
"San, honey. It's okay." Rachel carefully gets out of the bed and walks over to Santana, who has her head hung low.
"You go clean yourself up." Rachel rests her hands on top of Santana's. Santana slowly lifts her head but isn't able to look Rachel in the eyes.
"The sheet..." She says softly and Rachel gives her a sympathetic smile.
"Just go take care of yourself. I'll handle it." Rachel gently cups Santana's warm cheek and presses a kiss to her forehead. Santana slowly nods then stands and walks into the bathroom as Rachel begins to replace the bedding.
"Fuck whoever invented this." Santana grumbles as she lies on her side with a heating pad on her stomach.
"Invented what?" Rachel asks, coming into the bedroom with medication and a bottle of water for Santana.
"Periods! Cramps! All of this bullshit! Why does this have to happen to me?!" She shouts frustratedly as Rachel reaches her.
"You have a uterus, that's why." Rachel says as she hands the items to Santana, who sits up on her elbow to take the pills.
"Well fuck...uteruses? Uteri?" Santana looks at Rachel confused and Rachel nods with an amused smile.
"Uteri is correct." She says then Santana nods, continuing her angry rant.
"Well, fuck uteri! Why the fuck do you have to fall out every fucking month?! Just let me live my life!" Santana lies back down on the bed and huffs.
"I'm getting a hysterectomy!" She says and Rachel laughs.
"This is funny to you? I'm in agony! My vagina hates me!" Rachel holds back her chuckle at her girlfriends dramatics and kisses Santana's forehead.
"It'll be over soon. Try to take a nap." Rachel suggests.
"Can you hold me?" Santana asks with a pout. Rachel playfully rolls her eyes before getting in the bed behind Santana, wrapping her arm around her and pressing her body close.
"I thought you hated being the little spoon." Rachel says playfully.
"I just like your boobs on my back. Mine are too tender to be pressed against anything right now so shut up about it." Santana says and Rachel rolls her eyes, knowing Santana likes to be held.
"Okay." Rachel says softly as Santana sighs contentedly and closes her eyes.
Santana fell asleep soon after Rachel laid with her. Not wanting to disturb her, Rachel carefully got out of the bed and has just finished up some housework. Sitting on the couch, Rachel turns on the TV and begins to watch an episode of one of her favorite shows. Rachel lies across the couch when she hears the bedroom door open. Rachel was expecting Santana to come into the living room, she just wasn't expecting the glare accompanied with her presence.
"Did I...do something?" She says as Santana stands in front of her, arms crossed and glare still in place.
"Who the hell said you could leave? I fully expected to be in my girls arms when I opened my eyes." She says coldly.
"I'm...sorry?" Rachel says with uncertainty, unsure of what she did wrong.
"Are you sorry, or not sorry?!" Santana snaps.
"I'm sorry." Rachel says quickly as Santana huffs and rolls her eyes.
"I forgive you, I guess." Santana sits in Rachel's lap, glancing at the TV then says,
"I'm not really mad at you. Hormones are a bitch." Rachel giggles as she places a hand on Santana's hip.
"I've noticed." Rachel then lifts up, wrapping both her arms around Santana's waist. Santana turns to enclose her arms around Rachel's neck, holding her close.
"Hopefully this helps." Rachel says softly. Santana pulls away slightly, unshed tears in her eyes as she looks at Rachel, a loving smile on her lips.
"Are you going to cry?" Rachel asks and Santana nods her head.
"Yes, but happy tears." Santana says with a soft laugh.
"I just love you so much. You're fucking amazing and the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life. Not to mention a fucking Saint for dealing with me. I gotta remember to put that in my vows one day." Santana confesses as tears stream down her cheeks, her smile never faltering. Rachel gives her a warm smile as she wipes away her tears. These are the moments Rachel loves.
"I love you too baby." Rachel says softly then kisses Santana's nose.
Rachel definitely wasn't expecting to come home and find Santana on the couch bawling her eyes out. Rushing over to her, Rachel quickly pulls Santana into a hug, leaning down to scoop Santana into her arms.
"What's going on?! Did something happen?!" She asks with alarm. Santana gasps and hiccups as she cries on Rachel's shoulder. Rubbing soothing circles on her back, Rachel waits for Santana to calm down so she can ask again, what happened.
"Everyone hates me and- I -I just wanna go home!" Santana says through her sobs as Rachel kneels in front of Santana.
"San, just take a few breaths okay? Calm down." She says in calming voice. Santana slowly begins to relax and Rachel gently rubs her forearms.
"Are you ready to tell me what happened?" She asks once Santana's tears begin to slow.
"It's stupid!" She says frustratedly as she wipes at her cheeks with the back of her hand.
"Just tell me." Rachel says and Santana sighs.
"I had a funny story to tell so I called Britt but she didn't answer so I called you. You didn't answer then Quinn didn't answer and my mom didn't answer. Then I started crying because no one wanted to talk to me but then I realized that was stupid and I tried to stop crying but I couldn't so I got mad and cried harder... " Santana sighs and rolls her eyes.
"And now I just wanna go home." She whines. Rachel hides her confusion as she squeezes Santana's hands gently.
"San...sweetie, you are home. Do you want me to call your mother?" Santana shakes her head.
"No, I want to go home. To wherever the hell I was at before I existed!"
"The best I can do is my arms." Rachel says softly with a warm smile. Santana feels her eyes beginning to water again.
"Do not make me fucking cry again with your sappy shit." Santana says warningly and Rachel chuckles as she opens her arms for Santana.
"Come on." Rachel softly urges. Santana rolls her eyes as she pulls Rachel against her, holding her close.
"Feels good to be home." Santana says softly as she buries her face in Rachel's hair.
"Now who's being sappy?" Rachel jokes and Santana chuckles in her ear.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed and thanks for the support. See ya soon.