A/N: This is completely random lol enjoy.
"You think I'm a prostitute?!" Rachel shouts from the other side of the luxurious hotel room. Santana watches wide eyed as the smaller woman glares at her, holding the white envelope with cash in her hand.
"I...You're not?" She asks hesitantly, carefully watching the woman she met at her hotel last night. Rachel scoffs and tosses the envelope on the bed.
"No! I am not! We didn't even sleep together!" She shouts, crossing her arms.
"Calm down, it was a honest mistake." Santana says as she continues to button up her shirt, she has a business meeting in an hour and needs to leave soon. Rachel glares at the Latina woman as she walks over to her suitcase.
"Honest mistake? A honest mistake is bumping into someone or grabbing the wrong cup at Starbucks. Assuming I'm a prostitute is not a honest mistake!" Santana rolls her eyes as she glances over her shoulder at the other woman.
"You were at the bar literally hanging with the wanna be sugar babies and escorts. What was I supposed to think?" She asks as she finishes buttoning her shirt and grabs a bottle of perfume from her suitcase.
"I was just making conversation with them, I didn't ask what their profession was." Rachel says frustrated, sitting on the bed. Santana sprays herself with the perfume then throws the bottle back in her bag.
"I'm sorry okay? I didn't mean anything by it. I thought it would be...courteous since we didn't have sex." She says, turning to face Rachel.
"I thought we had a real connection." Rachel says, feeling deflated.
"Just because I thought you were...that doesn't mean we don't have a connection." Santana says with a shrug, coming to sit next to Rachel.
"What were you doing here anyway?" Santana asks. When Santana is New York, she stays in one specific hotel, which is how she knows what goes on at the bar near the lobby.
"I treated myself to a stay-cation of sorts. I just needed a break." Rachel says softly. Santana nods her head and sighs.
"Okay. Now that we cleared that up, why don't you let me take you to dinner tonight? My treat." Rachel glances at Santana's smirk and shakes her head.
"I'm not interested in women who court prostitutes." Santana laughs before checking her watch for the time.
"I don't pay for sex. Look at me. People would pay me for sex. I honestly thought you'd appreciate the gift." Rachel rolls her eyes.
"It's not the tiniest bit flattering that I would pay just for your company?" Rachel's glare is her only response.
"Fine. How about you let me take you out as an apology then? I obviously offended you, so let me fix it." Santana says, standing from her spot.
"Just think about it and text me but I have to go if I'm going to make my meeting." Santana says, grabbing her suit jacket from the other end of bed and quickly tossing it on. Rachel silently watches, wishing she didn't have to leave so soon.
"If it helps, I don't solicit prostitutes but if I did, I'd be one of your regulars." Santana grabs her phone and sends Rachel a wink as she exits the room.
"It doesn't!" Rachel yells behind her and she can hear the woman laughing before the door to the room closes. Rachel shakes her head at herself, knowing she's going to accept that dinner invitation.