Santana raised an eyebrow as she walked into the diner to see Rachel sitting in the same booth as the day before. The brunette was looking at the menu with a look that Santana recognized from when they would study together in high school. Sighing, she walked behind the counter, putting her bag down.
"Lopez, the brunette over there is waiting for you." Santana looked over and saw the waitress that covered her section during the nigh shift. "See you tonight."
"Later Cindy." Santana said, grabbing her pad and pen before walking over to Rachel. "Hey." The brunette looked up with a bright smile.
"Morning!" Santana smiled slightly. "How was your night?"
"I made hot dogs and mac and cheese for the twins and then picked up the mess they made when they went to bed." Rachel nodded. "But I did get to spend the night with my babies, so it was great."
"You really love them, huh?" Santana smiled softly.
"They're my world. How was your night?" she asked, pouring the brunette some coffee.
"It was good. I made myself some dinner and then spent the night catching up on some shows after talking to Kurt." Santana looked over quickly.
"You still talk to Kurt?" Rachel nodded. "How is he?"
"He's good. He misses you."
"You told him you found me?" Rachel sighed and gestured for Santana to sit across from her. Seeing that the rest of her section was empty, Santana sat down.
"He's actually the one who confirmed that you were working here. We decided that I should come alone at first. But he's been saying he misses you for years." Santana sighed, looking up when she heard the door to the diner open and smiling when she saw who walked in.
"Mickey's here. I have to go put his order in. Do you know what you want?"
"I'd love some pancakes." Santana smiled and nodded, walking off.
"Are you any closer to getting the baseball tickets?" Santana smiled slightly as she set Rachel's plate down.
"Yeah, yesterday was a great day for tips. I almost have enough for the tickets, I should be able to go get them in a couple of days and then I'll save up for souvenirs and food at the game. They won't be the best seats in the world, but they'll be in the stadium."
"That's great, San." Santana nodded. "I hope you guys have a great time."
"We used to have fun at Yankees games." Rachel laughed softly and nodded. "Do... Would you want to come with us? I'm sure it'll be crazy trying to keep track of two little kids at a baseball game, I could use an extra set of eyes."
"You want me to come?" Rachel asked. Santana shrugged with a smile. "I'd love to, San, but only if you let me pay for my ticket." Santana held back a sigh of relief, she hasn't been thinking about paying for a fourth ticket until after she'd extended the invitation.
"Okay." Rachel grinned. "I'll get you the specific details later."
"I can't wait." Santana smiled softly. "You should probably go greet that new customer. He looks like he wants your attention." Santana turned her head and resisted rolling her eyes until she turned back around.
"He's such an ass. I hate when he sits in my section." she whispered, causing Rachel to raise an eyebrow. "He hits on all the waitresses and he's so crude. I swear if he touches my ass one more time, I'm gonna go all Lima Heights on his ass."
"Santana, you should tell your boss. Get him thrown out." Santana shrugged.
"He only comes in once every few weeks, so it's not that big of a hassle. It's more annoying than anything else." Rachel frowned. "I'm good, Rach. Thanks though."
"Okay." Rachel whispered. Santana smiled softly before turning around and walking over to the table.
The entire time the man was there, Rachel had been watching him carefully. She didn't like the way he spoke to or looked at Santana and she got the feeling Mickey didn't either.
"I'm not going to sleep with you, Joe." Santana said as she set his plate down, turning around only to growl as he slapped her ass. Before she could whip around, she felt someone gently pushing her away and looked over to see Mickey pulling him out of the booth. Santana let out a slight scream when Mickey threw him to the ground.
"Stop touching her." Mickey said, glaring at Joe. Santana had never seen this side of him, she only knew him as a giant teddy bear. "Get the hell out of here and if I see you bothering her again, you'll be wishing I hadn't let you go this time." Rachel watched with wide eyes as Joe ran out of the diner. Slipping out of her booth, she walked over to her friend.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"I'm fine. Mickey, what was that? I didn't know you knew how to get angry." Mickey chuckled.
"I'm protective of my loved ones." Santana smiled softly, trying not to cry. Over the past year she'd worked at the diner, she'd come to love Mickey as well. The minute she saw how he bonded with the twins, she knew he would be a great friend to her. "He's not going to bother you anymore, San, I promise."
"Thank you." Mickey hugged the waitress before pulling out enough money for his meal and Joe's.
"I'm just gonna take his bacon to go." Santana laughed, letting the man swipe the extra bacon without her usual 'you don't need it' comment. As he walked out of the diner, Rachel looked up at Santana.
"Now will you talk to your boss about him?" Santana rolled her eyes.
"Shut up, Berry." she said, smiling at the brunette with a chuckle.
A/N: I've already written part of chapter three, most of chapter four (I knew exactly what I wanted to happen in that chapter and how I wanted it written whereas in chapter three I'm trying to find the best way for my idea to flow into words), the beginning of what'll probably be chapter six or possibly chapter seven, and I've got an idea down for the epilogue, though I'm not sure how many chapters this will end up being. I'd originally imagined it being six chapters and then an epilogue but my original idea expanded so now I have no clue. It most likely won't be more than fifteen though.