"San?!" Rachel calls from the kitchen. Santana sighs, knowing exactly why her girlfriend is calling her, and gets up from her seat. Walking into the kitchen, Santana glances at Rachel.
"What do you need?" She asks. Rachel points to the cabinet on top of the microwave.
"Could you please grab the flour for me?" She asks. Santana shrugs and grabs the flour for her shorter girlfriend.
"Thank you." Rachel says, taking the flour from Santana and pecking her lips. Santana shrugs again and goes back into the living room.
She and Rachel have just moved into a new apartment and things are higher than they were before so Santana is getting used to being Rachel's extension. It doesn't bother to help her girlfriend and sometimes it's cute but it's always pretty funny to Santana.
"Rachel, have you seen my charger?" Santana asks as she walks into the laundry room to see her girlfriend practically standing inside of the washing machine.
"Showers are for people babe, not washing machines." Santana jokes.
"Very funny!" Rachel's voice echoes through the machine as her toes wiggle from their place in the air.
"What the hell are you doing?" Santana asks. Rachel groans as she pulls herself from the washing machine and rolls her eyes at her girlfriend.
"Our laundry." She states plainly.
"Did you get sucked into Narnia when you put the load in or something?" Santana says, glancing into the washing machine and making a mental note to invest in a front door washer in the future.
"I can't reach the bottom." Rachel says as she walks around Santana to put the wet clothes in her hand in the dryer.
"You could've asked me." She says.
"Santana, I am independent enough to take care of things on my own. I'll ask for help when I need it." Rachel says with assertion. Santana arches an eyebrow and grabs Rachel's butt.
"I love when you're firm with me. Do it again." Santana says with a smirk and Rachel giggles at her.
"I don't have time for this Santana." Rachel says firmly then winks. Santana quickly scoops her up and sits her on top of the dryer.
"I think you can make some time." Santana says as she kisses and gently nips at Rachel's neck. Rachel's eyes flutter closed as she wraps her legs around the other woman.
"Santana?!" Rachel calls from the kitchen and Santana comes in to see her in the refrigerator.
"You rang?" She says.
"Can you get the sugar down for me?" Rachel asks. Santana grabs it from the top shelf in a cabinet and sits it on the counter.
"Thank you." Rachel says as she walks over to Santana.
"Are you going to have anymore short people problems before I sit down?" Rachel rolls her eyes as she walks past Santana.
"You aren't much taller than me." Santana shrugs before leaning on the counter.
"I'm tall enough to get the job done. Not my fault you're vertically challenged." Rachel shakes her head as she opens a cabinet near Santana grabbing a can from the third shelf and standing on her tip toes to reach it. Santana laughs lightly as she stands and closes the cabinet for Rachel.
"Would you look at that? You can reach some things. Nice job!" Santana says with fake enthusiasm then holds her hand up for a high five. Rachel looks at her narrowing her eyes. Santana fully extended her arm knowing Rachel can't reach that high.
"Don't leave me hanging babe." Santana says offering her a sly smile. Rachel feels a smirk grace her lips as she thinks of exactly where to high five her girlfriend. Lifting her arm, Rachel lightly taps Santana's forehead with her open palm.
"What the hell?" Santana says with a confused look.
"I couldn't reach your hand. I thought I'd high five what I could get to." She says with a giggle and slight shrug.
"Oh, it's on now." Santana lunges forward to try to grab Rachel but she quickly ducks out of the way and runs into the living room and stands near the couch.
"Santana! It was a joke. There's no need for retaliation!" She whines. Rachel knows Santana is going to try to tickle her and she hates it.
"Oh, I see every reason to retaliate." Santana says as she takes slow steps towards Rachel.
"I can make it up to you. Don't do this!" Rachel says pouting as she stomps of her foot, causing Santana to laugh.
"I'm listening." She says as she stops at the other side of the couch.
"Will a kiss fix it?" Rachel says hopeful that Santana will take her offer. Santana puts her hands on the arm of the couch and leans forward, poking her chest out towards Rachel.
"Come find out." Rachel's eyes dart from Santana's breasts to her eyes and the bathroom, knowing she can run and lock herself in if this goes badly.
"I need an oral agreement." Rachel says, crossing her arms. Santana playfully rolls her eyes.
"Fine but you have to come closer so we can shake on it." She says smirking and Rachel shakes her head, refusing to fall for her ploy.
"Come on." Santana stands and walks in front of the couch until she's halfway to Rachel, who is moving behind the couch to stay out of her reach.
"Just say you won't tickle me." Rachel says. Santana glances down to hide her smirk. Knowing her girlfriend as well as she does, Rachel darts towards the bathroom right as Santana jumps over the couch to chase her. Rachel closes the door just in time and turns the lock.
"Ha!" She says victoriously, giggling to herself.
"You can't stay in there forever. I know where you live." Santana says as she jiggles the door knob.
"I'm quite cozy here. Have fun out there." Rachel hears Santana scoff and walk away. Now, Rachel just needs to figure out how long Santana's willing to wait it out.
"You can't be serious right now." Santana says as she lies in bed.
Rachel just bought them a new one online and they've just finished setting it up. Since Rachel didn't go to the store to purchase it, she had no idea how far from the ground it was. Standing, the bed reaches slightly above Santana's belly button, meaning it's a bit higher her shorter counterpart who is having a hard time getting into the bed.
"Millennial downfalls. Online shopping can fuck you over." Santana says as she watches her girlfriend struggle to climb into the bed.
"I could help, you know?" She says casually as Rachel glares at the bed in front of her.
"No. I can figure this out on my own." Rachel crosses her arms and takes a few steps back from the bed. Santana watches curiously but doesn't say anything. Rachel continues to back away from the bed and sighs defeated.
"If you say anything, you won't be testing this new bed with me." Santana is about to ask Rachel what she meant by that when Rachel takes off full speed towards the bed, leaping once close enough. Rachel flops on the bed and Santana bursts into laughter. As Rachel sits up, Santana is still laughing hysterically, gripping her stomach as her eyes tear up.
"Oh my god!" She says through her fits of laughter.
"Get out." Rachel says as Santana's laughter dies down.
"What? I didn't say anything!" Santana says through a few quick chuckles as she wipes her eyes.
"Get out." Rachel repeats in an even tone.
"Rachel, don't be like that." She says while leaning over to kiss Rachel's cheek.
"Te amo hermosa." Santana says softly.
"I love you too but you're still sleeping on the couch. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to enjoy my new bed. Alone." Rachel crawls to the head of the bed and lies on her back. Santana lies on her stomach next to her and sighs.
"I offer a foot rub if you let me stay." Rachel wiggles her foot as she feigns thought.
"Okay, but you have to cook dinner too." Rachel says, holding her hand out to her girlfriend who huffs in return before shaking her hand.
"I'm in love with the devil." Santana says softly. Rachel giggles and playfully slaps her shoulder.
"We can call the deal off." Santana quickly shakes her head.
"We already agreed, half pint. How about we test out the springs?" Smirking, Santana leans over to kiss Rachel.
"Rachel?!" Santana calls out as she enters her apartment. Santana closes the door when she gets no response then picks up the two items she carried in with her, placing one against the kitchen sink and carrying the other one to the bed room.
"What is that?" Santana hears from behind her as she leans the item against their bed. Turing around she sees Rachel walking towards her.
"Didn't you hear me calling you?" She asks as Rachel wraps her arms around her waist, hugging her.
"No, I was in the study with my headphones in. I didn't even hear you come in. Is that a stool?" Rachel asks as she pulls away from Santana.
"Yeah, complete with gold stars and your name. I figured if they're going to be around, they should at least look like something other than metal." Santana says with a shrug as Rachel glances at the white stool with her name in gold on the top step along with what looks to be hundreds of tiny gold stars, smiling all the while.
"Thank you. I will definitely be using this."
"There's one in the kitchen too so you can stop bothering me so much." Rachel rolls her eyes.
"Is that why you bought them? So I can stop pestering you?" She asks.
"Only like...35 percent. But I also don't like seeing you struggle to do stuff no matter how funny it may be." She says with a smirk.
"I appreciate it either way." Rachel snakes her arm around Santana's waist, receiving an arm over her shoulders in response.