Santana walked into her girlfriend's house. "Yo! Berry! You ready to get your ice cream on?" she yelled, smiling as she heard a groan from the living room and walked into the room.
"Aw... poor baby. Does your mouth hurt?" Santana asked. Rachel looked up and nodded. "That's what you get for refusing to get your wisdom teeth out until Dr. Carl threatened to involve your dads. By the way, I still don't think that its very fair that you got to see Dr. Hottie." Santana said, trying to lighten the mood. She cleared her throat at her girlfriend's glare.
"Do you want some ice cream, baby?" Santana asked. Rachel mumbled something. "Okay... I understood absolutely zero percent of that, but I can already guess what you're trying to say and don't worry because Santana Lopez, amazing nurse and girlfriend extraordinaire is here for all of your vegan friendly needs." the Latina said, pulling a carton of dairy free ice cream from behind her back. It had taken her forever to fnd it, but the smile on Rachel's face was definitely worth it.
"You know, this is whole you not being able to talk thing is actually kind of peaceful." Santana said. Rachel glared, grabbed a nearby notebook and pen, and wrote something down before handing it to Santana.
Shut the fuck up you inconsiderate, talking bitch
"Oh that's just rude, Rachel." the Latina said. The diva smiled smugly. "You're a meanie." Santana said. Rachel shrugged. "Maybe I'll just leave you to take care of yourself." Rachel shook her head vigorously, instantly regretting it. "Okay, okay. Calm down. I'm not going anywhere. Just stay still, I'll get you some pain medication, baby." Santana said, rushing to to get the pills and some water.
"Here you go, baby." she whispered, kissing the girl's temple. Rachel smiled softly as she took the pills before she grabbed the notebook and pen. She wrote a note and handed it back.
Thank you my beautiful girl
Santana smiled. "Anytime, baby. I'm here for you." she said. A few hours later, Rachel's dads were home from work. They walked upstairs to find Santana sitting on their daughter's bed, watching TV while holding her sleeping girlfriend in her lap. Looking up, Santana saw her girlfriend's fathers and lifted a finger to her lips. She turned off the TV, gently lifted the diva's head out of her lap, set it on the pillow, pressed a light kiss to her forehead, pulled the blanket around her, and walked to the hallway, softly closing the door.
"Did you have fun?" Leroy Berry asked with a sly smile.
"Yea... once the pain meds knocked her out. She's not a very nice person when she's in pain." Santana joked. Leroy nodded.
"We're aware." Hiram said, holding out a notebook. Santana laughed.
"That's how Rachel communicated with me." she explained. They nodded and asked Santana to explain the meaning of the messages.
Shut the fuck up you inconsiderate, talking bitch
"I was making fun of her and joked that her not being able to talk was peaceful." she explained.
Thank you my beautiful girl
"I got her pain meds for her." Santana said.
I wish you would just please shut the hell up for one fucking second. is this what its like listening to me?
"I guess I was talking too much." Santana said. She continued explaining the rest of the messages to the Berry men.
"What about this one?" Leroy asked. Santana looked at it.
I love you, Santana Lopez
Santana stared at the message wit wide eyes. "I didn't read that one." she whispered. Leroy and Hiram shared a look as Santana ran out of the house, notebook still in hand.
"I hope that's not the last time we see her." Leroy whispered. Hiram nodded his head in agreement. A few days later, Rachel was back at school. Santnaa had not returned to the Berry house since the day of her surgery and Rachel was worried. Spotting her favorite cheerleader at her locker, Rachel walked over there.
"Hey." she said with a smile. Santana looked over before returning to her locker. "Santana?"
"Yea?"
"San, what's wrong?" Rachel asked.
"What do you mean?" Santana asked, still searching through her locker.
"You're acting all weird. Did I do something wrong?" Rachel asked. Santana sighed and pulled out the infamous notebook, turning to a certain page before handing it to Rachel, closing her locker, and walking away. Reading the notes, Rachel came across a certain one. "Oh no." she whispered. Later that day, Rachel ran through the front door to the Lopez house. "Santana?" she called out.
"I'm in the living room." Rachel quickly made her way there.
"Oh my god. Brittany told me about the accident. Are you okay?" Santana shrugged and looked at her wrapped and elevated knee. Rachel moved the crutches out of the way and sat next to her girlfriend on the couch, setting the notebook on the coffee table. "How did this happen?" she asked softly.
"We were in the middle of practicing our routine for Nationals and I was doing that roundoff back handspring that leads into me being caught and then thrown in the air for a triple flip that I told you about, remember me telling you about that?" Santana asked. Rachel nodded. "So anyway, I was doing that part of the routine and I guess I got distracted. I was thinking about you and us and the other day and I lost control. When I was in the middle of the back handspring I landed wrong and twisted my knee." Santana said. Rachel bit her lip.
"San, I'm so sorry." she whispered. Santana shrugged. Suddenly her face contored with pain and she grabbed her knee, screaming in agony. "Oh no. Baby, do you have an pain medication?" Rachel asked. Santana nodded and gestured toward the kitchen. Rachel ran into the kitchen, grabbed the medicne and some water and ran back. "Here." she said. Santana took the pills and allowed Rachel to gently push her back into a laying position.
"Thanks." she whispered. Rachel nodded. "Rachel, can I ask you a question?"
"Of course."
"What you wrote in the notebook the other day... did you mean it? I mean, you were drugged up when you wrote it." Santana said. Rachel nodded.
"Yes, I did mean it." she said. Santana nodded thoughtfully. "I'm going to go the bathroom. I'll be right back." Rachel said, walking out of the room. Making sure she was gone, Santana bit her lip. When Rachel returned, she found Santana asleep on the couch. Sitting down, she sighed as she picked up the notebook. "This is all your fault." she said, opening it up. She reread all the message she wrote before looking at the fateful one. Gasping, she read a new note in very familiar handwriting.
I love you, Rachel Berry
Her jaw dropped and she turned her head to see Santana looking back at her with wide eyes. Rachel had never seen her look so vulnerable. "I thought you were asleep." Rachel whispered. Santana bit her lip and shook her head. Rachel held up the notebook. "Did you write this?" she asked.
"Obviously." she whispered. Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Sorry. Yes, I did." she said. Rachel nodded. "I meant it. I love you." Santana said.
"But we've only been together for..." Rachel trailed off.
"We've been together for almost a year. Its been an amazing year, Rach. I've fallen in love with you over the past year. I don't know when it happened, but it did." Santana said. Rachel smiled softly and kissed her girlfriend.
"I've fallen in love with you too. I'm in love with you." Rachel said. Santana smiled and kissed her again.
"Yea. So am I." she whispered.
"Don't worry. I'm going to make sure your knee is okay. You'll be better in no time, baby." Rachel said. Santana grinned.
"I'm feeling better all ready. I love you." she said.
"I love you too." Rachel whispered.