"Ms. Lopez, I didn't realize that the Cheerios were cheering at the track meet this afternoon." Coach Powell, the track coach, said as the Latina, along with Brittany and Quinn (who had rejoined the Cheerios after she had her baby, though Santana was head cheerleader) walked up to the football field after school the next day.

"We're not. The Cheerios don't cheer at track meets. Just football and basketball." Santana said.

"Then why are you here? This is no place for any of the Cheerios' pranks or antics." Santana rolled her eyes.

"Um, your star runner wants me here." she said. Coach Powell raised an eyebrow. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go watch my girlfriend win." With that, the cheerleader looked at Brittany and Quinn, motioning for them to follow her before walking past the coach. "You guys see Rae?"

"Nope." Quinn said, looking at her phone. Santana rolled her eyes.

"Gee, thanks for looking. Britt?"

"Um… no. Wait! Yes, I do. She's over there by the sand box!" Brittany said. Santana chuckled.

"It's not a sand box, Britt, it's a long jump pit. But Rae doesn't do long jump. She does sprints and relays. I wonder why she's over there." she said, starting to walk over to her girlfriend.

"Ms. Lopez, you can't go over there. Berry needs to focus." Coach Powell said. Quinn scoffed.

"On an event she doesn't even do?" Santana smiled innocently.

"Just because the Cheerios don't officially cheer at track meets doesn't mean that we can't inspire and encourage the fans as well as the athletes. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a girlfriend to inspire." she said, turning around and walking over to the long jump pit.

"That was a great jump, Cheyenne!" Rachel said, hugging her teammate. She bit her lip as the blonde squeezed a little longer than necessary and pulled away.

"Thanks Rae."

"Don't call her that." Cheyenne and Rachel looked over to see a frowning Santana a few feet away. The runner instantly broke into a grin.

"Baby!" Santana's frown morphed into a smile as her girlfriend ran into her arms.

"Hey Rae." she said, wrapping her arms around the runner. "I came to wish you good luck."

"Aww baby! That's so sweet!" Santana pouted as Rachel pulled away.

"So Rae-" Santana sighed.

"Seriously don't call her that. I am the only one who gets to call her Rae. Hell, I'm the only one who gets to call her anything other than Rachel." Rachel giggled and leaned into Santana's body.

"Rachie, San's really excited about getting to watch you run!"

"Wait, I thought you were the only one who could call her anything other than Rachel." Cheyenne said. Santana rolled her eyes.

"Rules don't apply to Britt." Rachel and Quinn laughed.

"So if Brittany tried to sleep with your girlfriend, you would let her?" Cheyenne asked. Brittany frowned in confusion.

"Why would I want to sleep with Rachie? She's San's girlfriend." she said. Santana sighed.

"This is stupid. I came over here to encourage my girlfriend. Not get into an argument with some girl who obviously wants to be me." Rachel gently hit her girlfriend's arm.

"San, go sit in the bleachers like a good little trophy girlfriend." Santana glared at the brunette. "Joking! We both know I'm the trophy girlfriend in this relationship."

"Neither one of us is a trophy girlfriend, babe. We're both stars in what we do and we are a power couple. Neither one of us is better than the other." Santana said. Rachel smiled softly. "Good luck today, babe. I'll be in the bleachers cheering."

"You're amazing." Rachel whispered. Santana smiled.

"I love you, babe."

"I love you too. Now go. One of my relays is up next." Rachel explained.

"Which one?" Cheyenne asked. Santana raised an eyebrow.

"The 4x400." The Latina nodded and kissed her girlfriend.

"Good luck, Rae. I'll see you after the race. We'll go out to dinner after the meet to celebrate." Rachel grinned and nodded. "Later."

"Okay, I am officially dating a superstar!" Santana said as Rachel came out of the locker room after the meet. The runner blushed as her cheerleader girlfriend pulled her into a hug. "Okay so I have a riddle for you: what McKinley High School track star won every race she ran today?"

"Oh I know! Rachie!" Brittany said. Santana chuckled.

"You ready for dinner?" she asked. Rachel looked down at her black, white, and red track suit and white Asics Gel Ultralyte shoes. She was carrying her red and black medium two-tone duffle bag and Santana knew that she had her black, white, and red Triad track uniform under her track suit. "You look beautiful, babe. Like a champion." Rachel smiled softly. "It's not like Breadstix has a dress code."

"Okay. Let's go to dinner." Santana grinned.

"This night just got perfect!"

"Rachel!" Santana rolled her eyes.

"And it just got ruined." she whispered, wrapping an arm around Rachel's shoulders as Cheyenne ran up.

"Congratulations." the blonde said, smiling at the runner. Rachel smiled.

"You too." Cheyenne had won first place in the long jump. Shrugging, the blonde smiled shyly.

"I only got one first place medal. You got four." Rachel leaned into Santana's embrace. "Do you want to go celebrate?"

"She already has plans." Santana snapped.

"San." Rachel whispered. Santana sighed, but nodded. "Cheyenne, Santana and I are going to Breadstix."

"Oh… Can I come?"

"No. It's a date." Santana said, moving her arm and taking Rachel's hand into her own.

"I'm sorry, Cheyenne. Maybe we can do something soon." Santana looked over at her girlfriend. "I'll see you on Monday."

"Is something bothering you?" Rachel asked as she sat across from Santana in their favorite booth. The cheerleader had barely said two words to the brunette.

"You told Cheyenne that the two of you could hang out soon." Rachel nodded. "Rachel, she's into you. I don't like the idea of you being alone with her."

"So now you don't trust me?" Rachel asked. Santana sighed.

"You're not the one I don't trust, babe." Rachel rolled her eyes. "Rachel, she's clearly into you."

"You think I don't know that? I'm not blind, Santana. But I don't reciprocate her feelings. You're the one I care about, the one I love. Hanging out with someone isn't going to change, San." Santana closed her eyes. "I love you, baby."

"I love you too, Rachel." The runner smiled. "And I really am proud of you."

"I know. And I proud of everything you accomplish." Rachel whispered. Santana smiled. "I won't hang out with Cheyenne if you don't want me to."

"I'm not going to be that obsessive girlfriend that tells you who to hang out with. I trust you Rachel and I trust that you'll take care of it if she tries something."

"By take care of, you mean call you?" Rachel asked, smirking.

"Hell yes." Santana said, laughing. Rachel nodded. "Come here, baby girl." Rachel walked over to Santana's side of the booth, allowing the Latina to wrap her arms around her. "I love you."

"I love you too." Rachel said, kissing her girlfriend. "Nothing can tear us apart."

"And no one." Rachel nodded. "Finish your food, Rae. Then we can go hang out at your house."

"That sounds perfect."

"Cheyenne, why are we here?" The blonde rolled her eyes at her best friend as they slid into a booth at Breadstix.

"Because if I want Rachel Berry, I have to figure out what makes Santana a good fit for her. I have to become the perfect fit for her." Wendy sighed and looked at the menu. "Rachel Berry will be mine."

"You have to get rid of Santana Lopez first. Good luck with that."

"Santana doesn't worry me. Its only a matter of time before I have Rachel." Cheyenne whispered, staring at the couple.

A/N: these are the links to what Rachel's track suit, shoes, bag, and track uniform look like. Each link starts with gtmsportswear . com (take out the spaces)

Track Suit: /product/challenger-warm-up?Product=4350&Color=1479&Product2=4354&Color2=1479

Shoes: /product/asics-gel-ultralyte-shoe?Product=13008&Color=1222

Bag: /product/medium-two-tone-duffle-bag?Product=14104&Color=855

Track Uniform: /product/triad-uniform?Product=5070&Color=1479&Product2=5072&Color2=793