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Chapter 2

"Ugh…I need a break." Rachel laughs when Santana growls and nips at her earlobe. Santana ignores the exhausted brunette and slides lower on Rachel's naked body.

Santana showed up at Rachel's almost two hours ago. She tried to apologize to the singer by promising to go down on her until she couldn't take it anymore. At first Rachel wouldn't accept Santana offer because she wanted to try to talk Santana into talking about what's going on between the two of them. But then once they got inside, Santana started distracting her with kisses and touches that go far beyond innocent. So Rachel decided that since it seemed that Santana was either going to get sex or go home, that she mind as well spend the little time they have together enjoying each other's company.

So here they are now, with an always horny Santana sucking on Rachel's exposed right nipple. "You're so hot." Santana runs her tongue around Rachel's nipple before licking a trail across to the other breast. "Let me have you one more time tonight?" Santana asks a moaning Rachel, after she has showed Rachel's left breast the same amount of attention that she showed the right.

"Okay." Rachel breaths out. At this point Rachel is worked up enough that she'd agree to anything Santana says. "Take me."

Two fingers circle her wet entrance as soon as the words leave her mouth. "Oh…oh god." Rachel cries out when Santana gently pushes the fingers into her.

"Nice in tight." Santana groans into Rachel's neck before running her tongue along it. "Wet…so wet for me." Santana starts moving her fingers faster while kissing her way up Rachel's neck, all the way to her lips.

Rachel moans into the kiss and tightens her arms around Santana. "So close…" Santana leans up on her free arm so she can look between them. She watches as her fingers go in and out of Rachel. She doesn't think she'll ever get tired of being inside of Rachel.

Scary thought…must push to the back of mind. Is what Santana tell herself.

"Is it good?" Santana looks at Rachel as she says the words. "Are you going to cum for me?"

Rachel nods so hard that Santana thinks she's going to hurt her neck. "Touch it." Rachel demands. Santana doesn't even have to ask what Rachel is talking about. She quickly moves her finger across Rachel's clit. "Uh…baby….almost there." With one final swipe of her clit, Rachel cries out in pleasure.

Santana grins in victory and places a chaste kiss to Rachel's lips before pulling out and sliding off of the little singer.

"Wow." Rachel smiles. "I don't think I can close my legs."

"That's fine with me." Santana smirks. Rachel tells Santana to shut up.

"I should be asleep." Rachel says looking over at the clock on her night stand. "I have to meet up with the guys in like four hours. I'm going to be so tired."

Santana rolls over so she can lie on her side. She places her elbow on the bed and uses her hand to hold her head. "I would say I'm sorry, but…" Santana shrugs. An apology is the furthest thing from her mind right now. It seems like she can't keep her hands off of Rachel. She wants to fight the voice in her head that keeps telling her it's because Rachel is going to be gone for a week and she's going to miss her. Those voices are evil and Santana refuses to listen to them. "Plus…aren't you going to be in a van for the first three hours of the trip? You can sleep then."

"Sometime I do sleep." Rachel slowly rolls over onto her side to face Santana. "Sometimes we go over plans or write new songs while we are all stuck in one place together."

"Oh." Santana nods and then reaches down to the end of the bed to pull the comforter up to cover them.

"Can we sleep now?" Rachel moves closer to Santana, slinging her arm around the Latina's waist.

"If we must." Santana sighs.

"We must." Rachel mumbles into the brunette's shoulder where she's buried her head. "Hey Tana?" Santana closes her eyes when Rachel uses the nickname that only a few calls her.

"What?"

"Can you make me breakfast in the morning?"

"Can't." Santana says as soon as the question is out of Rachel's mouth. "I have to be at the office early, so I don't even think I'm going to stay tonight."

It's a lie. Santana doesn't have to be at the offices until noon. She could stay and hold Rachel and then make the other girl breakfast, but she won't.

Holding Rachel until she wakes up is nothing new for Santana. Santana can admit that she kind of like holding Rachel. She can admit to liking Rachel.

But breakfast.

Making Rachel breakfast in this level of their relationship would only further confuse things. And yeah she's cooked for Rachel before but that was different. At the time she was still flirting with other girls…kissing other girls and that was okay because they didn't have any commitments to one another. But now…now they only share each other's beds and that's enough for Santana right now.

Maybe it wouldn't mean that much for Rachel but for Santana it means a lot. So no breakfast for Rachel. At least not at the hands of Santana Lopez.

"Ugh…you suck?" Rachel jokes before closing her eyes. Rachel can tell Santana's lying but once again chooses to let it go. "Just make sure you remember to grab you purse. I don't think I can get up to let you in if you forget something."

And with that Rachel let sleep win.

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"Beth!" Santana chases a giggling three year old around Quinn's dining room table. "Give aunt Tana the keys!"

"No!" Beth bolts for the living room. "Come get me Tana."

"For the love of…" Santana says under her breath before following the little blonde. It takes Santana another five minutes to tickle her truck keys out of her god daughter's hands. "Give me those you little brat." Santana playfully pulls the keys from the little hands and sits up on the couch. "Help me clean up this mess before your mom gets home."

Rachel has been gone three days now and they've talked on the phone once. The first day Rachel and her band left they spoke on the phone for a whole three minutes before both of them started to feel awkward and ended the phone call. Since then they've randomly texted each other a few times. Rachel shows are going great and the singer is having a great time far as Santana knows.

Santana has been working a lot to keep herself from sitting around and thinking about things with Rachel. Things like…do you she want things with Rachel or should she break it off before it gets more complicated or what?

So to keep those thoughts from constantly taking up her mind, Santana has been working and spending more time with Quinn and Beth. Like right now she's watching Beth while Quinn takes care of some business.

"Can we go to the park aunt Tana?" Santana is brought from her thoughts when Beth tugs on her shirt. They have put everything back in its rightful place and Santana is finishing up some dishes. It's almost nine in the evening and Quinn should be back anytime soon.

"Not tonight, kid. It's late and your mommy should be home shortly." Santana pats Beth's shoulder. "I'll take you tomorrow."

"Promise?" The little girl pouts. Awww Santana could never say no to that face.

"Promise."

Thirty minutes later, a tired looking Quinn comes home to find Santana and Beth sitting on the couch watching SpongeBob. Santana is looking more into the show then Beth is. With Beth looking to Santana and cracking up laughing every time the older woman laughs.

Quinn shakes her head at the two and greets them. "Mommy!" Beth launches herself at Quinn as soon as she sees her mom.

While Quinn is busy placing kisses all over her daughters face, Santana sits on the couch and replies to Rachel text asking about what she's doing right now. Santana informs her that she's spending time with two of her favorite blondes.

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Rachel sits at the bar of the night club they will be performing at in a few hours, nursing a long island and texting Santana. They text for a good ten minutes about what Santana has been doing today before Santana inquires about Rachel's day and plans for the night. Rachel give her a run down about how the band checked into the hotel at five that morning, slept a few hours, then rehearsed and are now waiting to perform at this night club.

Santana: Night club? Sounds fun

Rachel reads the text before looking out at the crowed. A slow song is on right now so not that many people are up dancing. A few more people have come up to hang around the bar since Rachel's been sitting there. People are standing or sitting around having conversations just like at every other night club. Rachel doesn't see anything special about this club.

Rachel: It's okay. There's a lot more people than I thought.

Santana: Interesting.

Rachel smiles at the one word text. Santana is famous for them.

Santana: Any hot chicks?

Rachel's smile turns into a frown when that message pops up on her screen. So far they have managed to keep their little text conversations on light topics. Rachel hasn't mentioned how much she misses Santana smiles or the way Santana hands feel on her. And Santana hadn't brought up how she misses Rachel telling her to shut up when Santana makes a crude remark or how Rachel pouts when Santana refuses to remove her watch while they have sex.

So basically they have managed to stay away from anything that would remind them that they are miles apart. But now…well now Santana has opened that door.

Rachel: No one as hot as you. Not even close.

Rachel decides to just go for it and flirt a little. But she starts to panic when five minutes go bye and Santana still hasn't replied.

"Can I have another one of these?" Rachel gets the bartenders attention and motions towards her drink. The middle age man replaces her empty glass with a full one and moves down the bar to help someone else.

Rachel jumps when her phone starts to vibrate on the bar counter. The noise startled her and the man sitting a stool down from her. When she picks up the phone she sees she has an incoming call from her sister.

"Hey," Rachel says quietly.

"I think I'm going to die." Marley doesn't even greet her sister before she starts to ramble. "I have a huge western civilization exam tomorrow and I cannot find my notes!"

Rachel sighs. Marley freaks out about every exam even if she already knows the material that the exam is covering. "Mar calm down."

"I can't!" Rachel hears a banging noise and guess that Marley is busy turning her room upside down looking for her notes. "Rachel this is worth like…I don't know," Another loud noise. "Aw…where are those notes!"

"Can I call you back?" Rachel isn't really in the mood to listen to her sister whine about some history notes.

"What?! No." Marley stops her search and concentrates on her sister's voice. "What's wrong?" Even when Marley is being over the top dramatic, Rachel lets her ramble and cry about whatever the situation is no matter if Marley is being immature. So the fact that Rachel is trying to hang up on her is a little disturbing.

"Nothing." Rachel sighs. "Look…you need to look for your notes and I need to meet up with the guys. We are about to go on." Rachel says looking down at her watch. That wasn't a lie. They go on in fifteen minutes.

"Is this about Santana?"

"What? Where did that even come from?" Rachel frowns.

Marley sighs into the phone. "Well…I mean…come on, Rach. There is obviously something bothering you," Damn Marley for knowing her so well. "And Santana is the only thing you refuse to talk to me about."

"I told you about her!" Rachel tries to defend herself.

"You told me what you like about her. That was the only time we spoke about her."

"Mar don't make this into more then what it is." Rachel tries to kill the conversation. "I'll call you later. I have to go. Love you."

"Love you too." Marley gives up.

Rachel see's she has a missed message.

Santana: Good

Rachel rolls her eyes at the ten minute late reply. Santana in these one word responses.

Good.

What the fuck does that mean?

With one last look at the message, Rachel pockets her phone and heads backstage to meet with her band. It's almost time for her to get lost in the music.

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"I can't believe I sent that? I mean shit…I sounded like a jealous asshole." Quinn slaps Santana on the thigh. "What the fuck?"

Quinn rolls her eyes as Santana rubs her leg where she was hit. "It's kids around. Can you watch your mouth for like ten more minutes?"

Santana and Quinn are sitting on bench not far from where Beth is running around playing with other kids. As promised, Santana picked her favorite blondes up to take them to the park. Santana spent their first half an hour running around the park with Beth. Doing whatever the little girl wanted. After getting tired out she pulled Quinn over to a bench so she could rest and talk to Quinn. She didn't get to tell Quinn about her conversation with Rachel last night because they was at work all day surrounded by guys and Santana doesn't want her business floating around her work place.

"It doesn't sound like she took it as you trying to see what she was up too. Sounds to me like she was flirting?" Quinn tries to calm her friends worry.

"I can give two sh…" A glare from Quinn has the brunette cutting her sentence short. "I wasn't fishing for information."

"You just called yourself a jealous asshole."

"Nooooo." Santana puts enthuses on the word. "I said I sounded like a jealous asshole."

Quinn just shakes her head. "Same thing."

"Not."

"Moving on…" Quinn watches as Beth climb the little steps and waits behind another little girl to go down the slide. "What did she say when you guys talked today."

"We haven't." Santana hesitantly replies. "She texted me good morning but I never replied." She already knows what Quinn is going to say before the words come out of the blonde's mouth.

"Okay, now you are an asshole."

"What?" Santana shrugs. "She's not my girlfriend. I don't have to talk to her all the damn time."

"Right." Quinn doesn't even try to argue with her best friend. Hopefully Santana will come to her senses soon enough and stop fighting her feelings.