Santana rose to the sound of clattering in the kitchen. She rolled over and looked at the bedside clock.
'Eight in the morning?' she groaned.
She tossed and turned but for some reason she couldn't get back to sleep. Eventually she decided to get out of bed and inspect the source of the noise. She found it in the kitchen.
'… Berry,' She muttered.
'Good morning Santana,' Rachel said brightly, shovelling a piece of toast into her mouth.
'This unholy hour is what you call morning?' Santana groaned leaning against the counter.
'Yes it is,' quipped a voice from behind her. A voice belonging to Quinn.
Santana rolled her eyes.
'What can you be doing up so early?' Quinn continued, 'it can't be that you have one of those job things, you know, like the rest of society?'
'Give me a break will you,' Santana yawned 'I've never seen the sky this colour before.'
'Quinn,' Rachel gently chastised her.
Santana watched as Quinn grabbed a hold of her girlfriend's waist and pulled her in for a kiss.
'Glad I saw that before I'd eaten my breakfast,' Santana said.
The couple ignored her while Quinn covered Rachels face in kisses purposefully.
'You look beautiful this morning baby,' Quinn smiled, nuzzling Rachels ear.
'Where's Hummel?' Santana asked, stealing a piece of toast from Rachel's plate, trying to break up what she thought a sickening lovefest.
'He left for –'
'Yeah let me guess, work!' Santana replied and she went to sit in front of the television.
'And so another strenuous day begins,' Quinn said, referring to Santana. 'Anyway I'm late for work, I'll see you later baby… and little bump,' she kissed Rachel on the stomach and left the kitchen. Seconds later both girls heard the door slam.
Santana eyed the morning television programmes absent mindedly before she hesitated and then rose from the sofa towards Rachel clearing up in the kitchen behind her.
'Do you two really have to be like that this early?' She asked the small brunette who was putting away some plates.
'We're in love,' shrugged Rachel.
Santana sighed bitterly before snaking her own hands around Rachels waist.
'She loves you does she?' Santana asked, raising her hands underneath the lower part of Rachels nightgown.
'Berry! You're not wearing any underwear…'
'Santana, don't,' Rachel said in a strained voice.
'Turn around,' Santana said softly.
Rachel hesitated before she did so, looking into Santana's dark and questioning eyes.
'I love Quinn,' Rachel said softly.
Santana hovered her lips over Rachels and she rose her fingertips further up her smooth thighs causing Rachel to shudder into her.
'I thought you loved this?' Santana asked.
Rachel blinked guiltily before meeting Santana's lips softly. As Santana moved her fingers towards Rachels warm center she felt the small girl suck on her bottom lip hungrily. At the moment they heard the front door slam and within seconds Kurt had walked into the kitchen giving both girls a small heart attack. In a lightning fast pace, Santana removed her hands from their current place and turned to him.
There was an awkward silence between the three of them as Kurt stopped at the fridge, picking up on the atmosphere.
'What's going on?' He asked, noting their positions.
'Nothing,' Rachel replied quickly.
'I was just talking to Rachel about her pregnancy,' Santana lied 'she was… worried.'
Kurt narrowed his eyes at Santana.
'I just came back to pick up my sandwiches for lunch… but I'll talk to you later,' he looked at Santana as he said this before turning and leaving again.
'Oh God,' Rachel breathed as he left 'he knows.'
'Calm down Berry, he doesn't know anything,' Santana replied.
Rachel put her head in her hands.
'I have to go and lie down,' she said, quickly removing herself from the room.
Santana sighed and went after her, sitting down on the bed beside her.
'Even if he suspects, he's your best friend and he's not going to say anything,' Santana said trying to comfort her.
'That's not the point,' Rachel said, face in her pillow 'I shouldn't be getting dragged back into this; I'm going to have a family Santana.'
Santana placed her hand on her bare leg comfortingly.
'I care about you Rachel,' Santana said 'but you can't change the past, you can't change us.'
'What happened between us, back then,' Rachel said looking at her 'that was to help you get over Brittany and for me… well I'm still ashamed about it, I made my choice; I chose Quinn.'
'Quinn will never find out,' Santana assured her.
'But if she knew that all that time we were… behind her back,' tears formed in Rachels eyes and Santana placed a hand on her cheek.
'I'm not going to let anything happen,' she said, showing her softer side 'if anything does happen I'll be right here, even if Quinn isn't.'
Rachel leaned into the girl and let her tears fall on the darker woman's shoulder.
'Sometimes you don't know what you do to me,' Rachel whispered.
Santana wrapped her arms around the girl. Had she made the wrong choice? Should she have fought for Rachel? What started between them was only ever a rebound thing, an exciting affair to take the sting away of losing Brittany… She had broken up with the blonde out of fear, a momentary lapse in judgement…
Brittany. She had to go and see her today.
'Do you need me to stay here with you?' Santana asked as Rachel yawned.
'Yes but I think I'm going to sleep for a bit,' Rachel returned, her eyes closing 'these hormones of mine…'
Santana kissed her forehead and watched her sink into a light snooze, before leaving Rachel in bed.
Over at Kurt's workplace
Kurt Hummel had a date. A date in Central Park with the boy from the coffee shop.
As he nervously left his office to check his hair in the mirror, the events of this morning sprung into his mind; Santana and Rachel. Had it all started up again? He didn't think this time he could lie to Quinn again. He had only ever done it for Rachel's sake in the first place. Santana was his friend, that was true, but she knew what she was doing when she entered into that whole mess… Then again her and Quinn had always hated each other; little did Quinn know she had more reason to hate Santana than she thought she did.
He sighed; glad he wasn't a part of it. He had a date and his hair was staying in place for once, nothing was going to ruin today. It had been so long since he had been with anyone; the crazy affair he'd had with Puck on the down-low in high school didn't count for much. That boy was always pushing him to have sex and he just hadn't been ready for that. No, it needed to be special and it had to feel right, they were the rules he had promised himself.
He left work to walk to the park, only ten minutes from the office and checked his watch: an hour in the park was long enough for a short date, just to get to know each other a little. It wasn't a proper date… just a last minute plan, so they could see each other sooner than later.
When he arrived he saw the boy waiting there for him, standing nervously by a bench and gripping a Starbucks bag. Butterflies danced in Kurt's stomach; the boy was handsome.
'Blaine,' Kurt said with a smile, greeting the bright, hazel eyed boy.
'Kurt,' the boy returned with a grin. 'I bought muffins!'
'I bought sandwiches…'
'Let's eat then,' Blaine smiled and they sat down on the bench together.
Kurt took a deep breath and sat next to the boy.
Over at Starbucks
Santana had approached the coffeehouse with some hesitation; Brittany may not even be working today and perhaps she shouldn't disturb the girl so soon after they had only just seen each other again. No, she couldn't help it, Brittany had been in Santana's mind since they last saw each other and if she didn't see her soon she would go crazy.
It was around lunchtime and to her relief she saw Brittany clearing up some mugs from a table near the window. She revelled in the warmth as she stepped through the door from the cold streets and made her way over to her ex-girlfriend, apprehension in her stomach.
'Hey,' she said to her, approaching her from behind.
'Santana,' Brittany said in surprise, juggling the mugs.
Santana thought the girl looked more beautiful than ever, each time she saw her.
'I'll let you put those down…'
'Yeah, good idea,' Brittany replied taking the mugs behind the counter.
'So how have you been?' Santana asked, leaning over the counter.
'Since we last spoke? I've been good,' the blonde smiled, wiping down the counter.
'I've missed you,' Santana said softly, looking into the girls bright silvery eyes.
The girl smiled to herself.
'Santana, I've missed you too.'
Santana felt her heart swell.
'What time do you get off of your shift?'
'I don't know, usually the guy in green tells me when I have to go home,'
Santana smiled. The second girl working behind the counter sidled up to them.
'She gets off at three,' she whispered to Santana.
'Well I'm going to come back then and we're going to catch up, go and get something to eat. Deal?' Santana suggested.
'Sure, that sounds great, I'm getting sick of eating coffee anyway; it really doesn't taste that nice…' Brittany replied.
Santana smiled as she crossed her head slowly and taking a coffee to go headed back outside towards the cold streets. Three o' clock it was then.