A/N: Please don't hesitate to request! Its hard coming up with ideas on my own about these, but with prompts, its a lot easier.! :)

"Hey Berry... look, you're hot and a great singer. Wanna go out?" Santana asked, walking up to the lead in her new after school activity. Rachel gaped at her, jaw completely dropped. Santana smirked and gently closed the diva's mouth. "Breadstix. 8 o'clock." Santana said, smiling as she walked away, knowing she had the girl. When eight rolled around, Santana watched from her car as Rachel nervously entered the building. Waiting two minutes, she got out of her car and walked into the restaraunt. Sliding into the booth across from Rachel, she smiled.

"Santana... I honestly wasn't expecting you." Rachel said.

"Look, I've never skipped a date... that I initiated, anyway. There was that one time with the marching band dude, but that's a story for another night. Anyway, how's it going?" she asked. Rachel smiled.

"Well, I've been thinking about auditioning for the lead in Cabaret." Rachel said.

"Go for it, Rach. You'd be perfect." Santana said, giving Rachel a soft, genuine smile as she bit into a breadstick.

"Really?" Santana nodded.

"You're a great singer. Way better than anyone else who's thinking of auditioning. I'll be there opening night... if you want." Santana said. Rachel smiled.

"I think this could be the start of a beautiful friendship, Santana." Rachel said.

"Fuck that. You're my girlfriend now... if you want... I mean, you can say now... wait I haven't really asked you... Shit. I'm sorry. This wasn't supp-"

"I'd love to be your girlfriend, Santana." Rachel said softly, grabbing the Latina's hand. Santana smiled widely.

They'd only kept it a secret for two weeks, mainly because the Glee Club came into the auditorium five minutes early and saw the two making out on the stage.

"Hey guys... how's it going?" Mercedes said, taking in the sight of two supposedly sworn enemies making out. Santana's eyes widened and Rachel buried her face in Santana's shoulder.

"Uh... hey... Rach and I are dating now..." Santana said awkwardly before glaring at Finn, daring him to challenge it. Everyone nodded, seeming to accept this.

"Rachie, you just gotta learn to let it go." Santana said. It'd been a month and Rachel still hadn't gotten used to the fact that Santana got hit on by almost anything with a pulse. Since their first date at Breadstix, Santana hadn't even batted an eyelash towards any of the offers she'd recieved. She only had eyes for one girl, and she wasn't going to do anything to screw that up. The latest incident had been when they were out shopping with Brittany and Quinn at the local mall and one of the Abercrombie and Fitch employees had continuously hit on her while they were shopping.

FLASHBACK

Santana, Rachel, Quinn, and Brittany had decided to spend the day at the mall, which was surprisingly big for Lima, Ohio. They'd started at the top floor, and were making their way down. The first store they went into was Abercrombie and Fitch.

"Welcome to Abercrombie and Fitch." the greeter said with a smile. She recieved a smile from Rachel and Brittany and a nod from Santana, who brushed past her to get where she wanted to go.

"Rachie, you'd look great in this." she said, picking up a bikini.

"Santi, there's hardly any material." Rachel said. Santana grinned evilly.

"Yea, I know. Wanna try it on?" Santana asked. Rachel rolled her eyes, took the bikini out of Santana's hands, and set it back on the table it'd came from.

"Santana Lopez, if you ever want to see me in something like that, you better just find whatever clothes you came in here to buy." Rachel fake-threatened, with a smile. Santana leaned in close.

"So you're saying that there's a chance I could see you in that?" she whispered. Rachel smiled and shook her head in amusement.

"You're incorrigible... but adorable... and maybe... if you play your cards right." Rachel said, whispering the last part. Santana grinned and walked over to a clothes rack.

"I'd be more than happy to help you out." a salesguy said. Santana looked over at him. "The name's Reese."

"Cool."

"Damn straight." Santana resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Sure, the guy was hot enough, but even if she wasn't with Rachel she wouldn't have let him get very far.

"Look, Reese, I think I'm good." Santana said, smiling. Rachel looked over with interest.

"Are you sure? I mean, of course you're sure." he said. Santana smiled.

"Excuse me, Santana, but I'm going to be at the book store. Call me when you're done here." Rachel said, walking out of the store.

"Rachie, wait!" Santana called after her, setting the clothes she was holding in Brittany's arms and running after her girlfriend.

END FLASHBACK

"Santi, I can't let it go. That guy was incredibly good looking-"

"Whoa. Hold up. He caught your eye? Oh hell no. Its going down now." Santana said, smiling as she tickled Rachel. The diva attempted to glare, but her giggles gave her away. "Rachie, baby, you know I only have eyes for you. No one else matters. So what if someone hits on me? I'm not gonna react. I'm all about you now." Santana said, smiling as Rachel had happy tears in her eyes.

"Puckerman, for the last fucking time, you can't watch Rachel and I make out, you can't watch Rachel and I have sex, and you can't participate in any of the previously mentioned activities. Go practice your solo for Regionals!" Santana said into her phone before hanging up.

"Hey baby." Rachel said softly as she entered the room. Santana looked up with an exasperated expression.

"Thank God. A normal human being." Santana said as she took Rachel into her arms. Rachel smiled up from her new lying position.

"Aw... poor Santi... what's wrong?" Rachel asked.

"Puckerman wants a three-some." Santana said.

"Still? Its been almost six months of us refusing and he's still asking?" Rachel asked. Santana nodded.

"Yea, but don't worry. I told him no." Santana said. Rachel nodded.

"But uh... just because Noah isn't allowed to watch... we can still do it, right?" Rachel asked, trailing a finger up Santana's arms. Santana grinned.

"Fucking hell yes, woman." Santana said, kissing the diva.

The two spent junior and senior year together. Nothing and no one threatened their relationship. When they got to New York, however, they just found it hard to spend time with each other and broke up. Santana thought she was over the girl when she saw her in Starbucks six months later.

"Santana?" Rachel said, smiling at her ex-girlfriend. Santana bit her lip.

"Rach... hey." Santana said softly.

"This is my roommate Carrie." Rachel said.

"So you're the famous Santana." Carrie said. Santana raised an eyebrow at Rachel. "Nothing, but good things, I promise." Carrie said. Santana smiled.

"Yea... I guess I am, then."

"Listen, Santi, why don't you come to our apartment?" Rachel asked. Santana agreed.

"So... are you seeing anybody?" Rachel asked. Santana looked up from her coffee and smiled. "Actually, I don't think I wanna know." Rachel said.

"Rachel, its fine. No. I'm not seeing anyone. Are you?" she asked. Rachel shook her head. "Damn it... Rachie, I miss you." Santana said.

"I miss you too, Santi."

"Then why are we playing these games. I want you back. We could have made this work and all we did was lose six months together. I don't wanna lose anymore. Rachel, I'm not leaving until you admit that we should be togeth-" Santana was cut off by Rachel kissing her.

"Please take me back." Rachel whispered. Santana nodded.

"Always. I'll always take you back." Santana said. Rachel smiled

"You know what I just realized?" Santana asked, her arms around Rachel.

"What?"

"We were together from practically the beginning of sophomore year to halfway through freshman year of college and we never once said 'I love you.' Santana said. Rachel frowned.

"You're right."

"Hey Rachie?" Santana asked.

"Yea?"

"I love you." Santana said. Rachel grinned and looked up.

"I love you too." she said, kissing the Latina.