"Did you honestly, come all the way here just to argue with me?" Rachel asks, mildly annoyed with the Latina before her.
"You'd be surprised at the lengths I'd go to prove a point. I didn't come to argue, I came to tell you how you were wrong." Santana says, arms crossed and eyes narrowed at the smaller woman in front of her. Rachel shakes her head and leans against the door frame of her apartment.
"Okay, enlighten me Santana. How exactly am I wrong?" Santana rolls her eyes at Rachel's patronizing tone.
"Nuh-uh, don't do that. You're making assumptions about what happened and that's how you're wrong! You didn't even ask me about it!" Santana says.
"Why would I need to question you when I saw you flirting with her?" Rachel asks plainly.
"Because I wasn't flirting with her!" Santana says flustered. Rachel rolls her eyes before speaking again.
"I told you it's fine. We're not exclusively dating so you're free to flirt with whoever you choose."
"I wasn't flirting with her! I was being friendly!" Santana runs a hand through her hair as she exhales harshly.
"Why are you so adamant about this?" Rachel asks curiously.
"Because I don't want you thinking I want anyone but you!" Santana shouts in frustration, sighing she steps forward until she's in Rachel's personal space.
"I don't want to date anyone but you. Yeah, we're not exclusive but I want to change that. I know who I want." She says softly, taking Rachel's hand in hers as she looks into her eyes. Rachel smiles softly as she leads Santana inside the apartment.