Rachel stands, staring at her roommate? Friend? Significant other? She has no idea what to call her or what to say. Today had taken a very interesting turn.
4 hours earlier
Santana has just entered her apartment to see Rachel reading over something while sitting on the couch. Today is the day Santana is going to tell Rachel how she feels about her. She's tired of being afraid of the outcome and can't handle seeing Rachel with other people anymore. At this point, Santana would be happier being outright rejected than having to sit and wonder about what could've been. Santana would sometimes feel like Rachel felt the same way she did but it could just be Rachel being Rachel and she's interrupting it wrong.
"Hello Santana." Rachel says with a smile, lifting her head from the paper in her hand. Santana feels her heart flutter and offers a small smile.
"Hey Rach. Busy?" She says as she walks towards the couch.
"No, I'm taking a break from memorizing my lines." Rachel answers as Santana sits next to her.
"Got anything else planned for today?" Santana asks.
"No, though I was invited out for drinks with Brody." Santana rolls her eyes. Of course he asked her out.
"Honestly, you should leave that living mannequin alone." Santana says while rolling her eyes..
"You don't even know him Santana, he's not that bad."
"Yeah, well my Mexican third eye says other wise." Santana crosses her arms.
"I'm not going to be joining him anyway. I was just making conversation. Do you have any plans for the remainder of the day?" Rachel asks.
"Not really. I thought about getting drunk and watching movies until I passed out." Rachel rolls her eyes.
"You can't find anything more productive to do with your time?"
"Well, if you're offering, I could do you instead." Santana says with a sly smirk and wink.
Rachel never understood why Santana was so flirtatious and it does nothing but confuse her. Rachel has admitted to herself that she's in love with Santana, she just hasn't told the latina. Rachel has just accepted the fact that Santana will only ever be her friend and she isn't okay with it just yet but she's working towards it.
"Very funny Santana." Rachel deadpans.
"What gave you the impression that I was joking?" Santana asks, eyebrows creased.
"While I'm sure you're flirtatious nature may make it seem like you aren't joking, we both know you have no interest in me." Rachel says.
"How sure are you about that?" Santana asks, quirking an eyebrow. Now, Rachel looks confused.
"It is a joke, isn't it? I know we're friends now and I'm grateful for it but I would prefer if you didn't toy with my emotions." Rachel says, unintentionally revealing more than she meant.
"Wait, what? How is my flirting..." Santana trails off, finally having caught on. Rachel does feel something for her. Blushing furiously as she watches Santana, Rachel begins to stammer out an explanation.
"I-I...not like- it isn't what you're thinking..." She says with a small sigh.
"Really? Because it sounds like Berry wants a piece of this." Santana gestures to her body, playfully wiggling her eyebrows.
"If you wanted a ride, I could've given you a real orgasm months ago." She continues, smirking. Rachel huffs and buries her face in her hands. Santana laughs softly, putting her hand on Rachel's wrist and lightly guiding her hand away from her face.
"Okay, no more jokes. Do you have a crush on me?" Santana asks softly. Rachel sighs, letting her other hand fall into her lap.
"I really don't want to talk about this Santana." She says quietly.
"Alright well it's already awkward as fuck so I might as well just say it." Santana takes a deep breath and squeezes Rachel's hand before ending their contact.
"I love you...and not how you're supposed to love a friend. I don't know what that means for our future but I couldn't keep carrying that around anymore. I just...wanted you to know." She finishes softly.
Rachel lifts her head to look at Santana and she's trying to think of anything to say but the pounding in her chest is really distracting. After receiving no response, Santana takes a deep breath while tilting her head backwards to keep her tears at bay, feeling as though she's completely misread the situation. She lets out a hollow laugh and blinks away her tears.
"What the fuck is wrong with me? Falling for people who have no interest in me must be my fucking special skill." Santana rolls her eyes at herself as she uses her knuckle to wipe her tears.
"Santana..." Rachel says softly. Santana softly shakes her head.
"Don't. I don't need you trying to make my rejection feel better or something." Rachel sighs and moves closer to Santana, taking her hand in both of hers.
"Santana there's no rejection. I feel the same way, I just didn't know how to tell you." Santana turns her head towards Rachel and before she can respond, Rachel's lips are pressed against hers. Santana's hand cups Rachel's cheek as she savors the moment, neither of them wanting the kiss to end. But it eventually does, both girls pulling away with smiles on their faces.
"Your lips are really soft." Rachel says drunkenly, feeling intoxicated from their kiss.
"I have another set that's softer if you want to feel." Rachel laughs, coming out of her dazed state.
"Relax, there's plenty of time for that."
"Oh, I have to buy you dinner first?" Santana says playfully.
"I think I'd prefer a marriage certificate." Rachel says jokingly and Santana shrugs lightly.
"If that's what you want." Rachel gives her a disbelieving look and decides to call her bluff.
"It is. So what are you going to do?" She says with a playful smile and places a kiss on the corner of Santana's lips.
"Let's do it." Santana says in a serious tone. Rachel pulls back slightly to see Santana's face and can see the seriousness in her expression.
"Wait, are you serious?" Rachel asks curiously.
"Yeah, what do we have to lose? Way I see it, everything takes work. We already love each other, we could make a marriage work." Santana shrugs lightly. Rachel still doesn't believe her though...that is until she's standing outside of the court house, looking at her roommate? Significant other? A crazy woman willing to marry her?
"Are you sure about this? You're not actually doing this just o have sex with me, right? " Rachel asks as they walk towards the building, surprised that she'd agreed to this herself. On their way there, Rachel considered the possibility that Santana wouldn't back down and realized that she actually may be getting married today.
"I'm sure and I wouldn't go this far to just have sex with anyone. Are you sure about this?" Santana asks and Rachel nods her head. For some reason, she's decided to throw caution to the wind today. Smiling and squeezing the tan hand in hers, Rachel nods.
"Let's do it." Santana smiles brightly at her as she enter the building.
"You did what?! Have you lost your minds?!" Kurt says to his roommates after Rachel delivers their news.
"I can't, I need a drink." He says then walks into the kitchen. Santana is in the living room, talking to Quinn on the phone.
"Uh, What?" She asks calmly.
"When did you two even start dating?!" She continues, her shock finally setting in.
"About...4 hours ago. So, I better see your ass this weekend so we can celebrate." Santana says, not caring about Quinn's shock. Quinn sighs before speaking again.
"Right...congratulations I guess. I'll see you this weekend." Then the call ends.
"Okay, now explain this to me again?" Kurt says, holding an entire wine bottle as he sits on the couch, completely bewildered by today's events.