A/N: Random nothingness, hope it's not too boring. Enjoy.

Santana has never been a morning person...or anything before 10 a.m person. Which is why she hates having to get up early when it's not really...necessary. Santana has the luxury of making her own schedule most days but lately, she's been having to get up earlier and earlier as her client list expands. This week has been hectic for her and Rachel. Santana has been working long hours and Rachel has been balancing her Broadway shows and her new role in a TV comedy, leaving them both barely having time to sleep, let alone spend any time together, which is why Santana is grateful for tomorrow being Saturday. Santana rarely works weekends and Rachel only has an early table reading but should be done in enough time that she can spend some quality time with her wife before Rachel has to leave for her show later that night.

Santana doesn't want anything ruining her plans for tomorrow, which is why she's currently in her home office, finishing some work to be ahead of her clients. It's definitely hard to maintain a positive image for some of her clients, which is why she's been so busy lately. Santana finally closes her laptop after glancing at the time. 3:13 a.m. Santana sighs to herself then stands and walks into the kitchen, surprised to find the light on and Rachel standing at the counter, nursing a cup of tea. Rachel smiles softly, noticing her wife's presence.

"What are you doing up?" Santana asks curiously as she comes to a stop in front of Rachel. Rachel sits her cup down on the counter behind her then places her hands on Santana's waist.

"Couldn't sleep. Are you finally coming to bed?" She asks.

"I planned on having a snack first." Santana says. Rachel nods as Santana moves away from her to open the cabinet behind her, grabbing a bag of trail mix.

"Okay, I'm going to try to get some sleep." Rachel gently places her hand on Santana's stomach before kissing her cheek and retreating into their bedroom.

Santana sighs to herself as she eats a few handfuls of trail mix. Over the years, she's learned many patterns with Rachel...including the behavior of one sleep deprived Rachel. When Rachel doesn't get to bed on time, she always wakes up late no matter what. In the past Santana has tried to wake Rachel up in enough time but never succeeded, even when she went far enough as to pull Rachel from the bed.

So, of course Rachel's solution is to wake Santana up to ask her for a ride so she isn't late. Rachel drives but when she's in a rush, she prefers to chauffeured to her destination so she can avoid trying to find a parking spot. Since Santana goes into work hours later than Rachel, she normally goes back home to sleep a while before starting her day. Knowing Rachel has to be awake in the next 3 hours, Santana sighs to herself then sets an alarm for 6:15 a.m., wishing she could get to sleep in the next few minutes to receive 3 full hours.

Santana goes into her bedroom, to find Rachel tightly curled in a ball, peacefully asleep. Santana quietly slips into bed after setting her phone down on the night stand. Having felt the shift in the bed, Rachel instinctively moves closer to Santana until her back is pressed against Santana's front. Santana wraps her arm around Rachel then closes her eyes.

Much too soon for Rachel's liking, she hears her alarm going off. Rachel grabs her phone to hit snooze when she realizes that was the third time she'd hit the button and would now be late if she doesn't get up. Scrambling to her feet, Rachel races to the bathroom to prepare for her day. A few minutes later, Santana hears her alarm going off and she groans as she grabs the phone, trying her best not to throw it across the room. Santana cracks open one eye and dismisses the alarm before sitting up, barely able to keep her eyes open.

Hearing the sound of rushing water from her en suite bathroom, Santana sighs to herself then gets out of bed. Slowly standing, Santana walks out into the hall to use the other bathroom then drags herself back into her bedroom. Santana grabs a hoodie and sweatpants from her closet then a pair of socks from her drawer. After dressing, she goes into the living room and sits on the couch, resting her head back against the couch, car keys in hand waiting on Rachel to finish up. Santana hadn't noticed she'd nodded off until she heard Rachel calling her name.

"Hm?" She answers, trying to open her eyes.

"Did I wake you up?" Rachel asks, curious as to why Santana was awake. Santana sighs softly then shakes her head.

"You set an alarm?" Rachel says with a soft smile as realization sets in. Any time Rachel needs a ride, she has to fight with Santana to get her to wake up, so she is beyond surprised to see that Santana had actually woken herself up to make sure Rachel got to work on time. The small thoughtful gesture has already made Rachel's day.

"That was very sweet of you. Thank you." Rachel says as she pecks Santana's lips, receiving a late response since Santana had closed her eyes again.

"Let's go." Rachel says and Santana slowly stands. When Santana hasn't slept she won't talk. It requires energy she just doesn't have and Rachel is used to it now. At first she thought Santana was just very grumpy, and while that is true, it's not the reason why she doesn't speak.

Rachel and Santana climb into Santana's truck, Rachel in the driver's seat deciding she could drive herself today and let Santana sleep a few minutes longer. Once they arrive at their destination, Rachel wakes Santana up. Glancing at her with blurry eyes, Santana furrows her eyebrows in confusion barely remembering where she is.

"We're here. Are you going to be able to make it back safely?" Rachel questions.

"Mhm." Santana hums with a short nod as she stretches her arms out and yawns.

"Call me when you get home so I know you made if safely."

"Mmmhmm." Santana hums with a few prolonged blinks.

"I have to go but if you're still too tired, I do not want you driving. I'll call you an Uber." Rachel says while looking over her wife's puffy features. Santana rolls her eyes, wishing Rachel would just do that in the first place instead of bothering her all the time.

"Mm." Santana hums with a dismissive wave of her hand. Rachel rolls her eyes then leans over to kiss Santana. Receiving an appropriate response from Santana this time, Rachel opens the door.

"I'm going to try to be home around 3. I love you. Be safe." Santana nods with a series of noises following which Rachel assumes is Santana saying she loves her as well.

Rachel gets out of the car and Santana follows, going to sit in the drivers side of the truck. Sighing to herself, she wipes at her puffy eyes to clear her vision. Once she finally feels like it's safe to drive away, she gets a phone call from her assistant, Harry.

"This better be good." She practically growls.

"Sorry, but all I have is bad news." He says and Santana groans as Harry continues to tell her about a PR disasters she's going to have to go into the office to deal with.

Which is how Santana ended up at work, on her day off wishing she'd just told then to fuck off. Now, barely functioning from the measly 2 and a half hours of sleep she's had, Santana is preparing to leave. Whatever else happens isn't her problem until Monday. As Santana heads to her car, her phone rings. Seeing that it's Rachel, she smiles softly before answering.

"Tell me sleep has been converted into some kind of pill and you're calling to tell me that you're on your way with a bottle for me." She says as she fishes her keys from her pocket.

"I honestly wish that were a possibility, but sadly no. I'm calling to find out where you are. I finished my day much earlier than expected and thought you would be home when I got here." Rachel says as Santana gets in her truck, connecting the phone call to it. Rachel is very adamant on safe driving.

"I got called in. I'm leaving now. I just want to go to sleep forever."

"Santana, I don't think death is really your end goal here." Rachel says and Santana laughs lightly.

"I don't think you really want to know what my goals are." Rachel rolls her eyes, though Santana can't see it.

"I'm headed home now so I'll see you in a bit."

"Okay, be safe. I love you."

"I love you too." Santana says before ending the call.

One hour later, Santana pulls into her driveway and gets out of her truck, before walking to the front door. Stepping through the threshold, Santana kicks her shoes off and begins to strip out of her clothing before the door can close behind her.

"Rachel?!" She calls out as she begins to softly pad through the house.

"Bedroom!" Santana directs herself towards the bedroom and looks on happily at the two loves of her life. That being her wife and their bed. Rachel is lying in bed, waiting for Santana to join her. Santana smiles happily as she slides into bed next to her wife, lying her head on her chest and tangling their lower limbs.

"I needed this so much." Santana mumbles as she closes her eyes.

"I thought so. I got you a sandwich if you're hungry." Rachel says, pulling Santana closer.

"I have all I need right here." Santana says softly.

"You are unbelievably sweet when you want to be." Rachel says.

"Just keep that on the low. Now let me get my beauty sleep." Rachel chuckles softly before closing her eyes to nap with her wife.

A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed this series. It's coming to a close soon so I just wanted to thank everyone for reading. I'll be back sooner than later but until then...