"Hey baby girl. Did you know that Cheyenne was at Breadstix the other night?" Santana asked, walking up to the runner's locker. Rachel paused her motions of a putting a book in her locker and raised an eyebrow.
"Are you…" Santana nodded. "Creepy."
"Very. She knew we were gonna be there, Rae. She knew you were gonna be there." Santana said, pulling the smaller girl into her arms and resting her head on Rachel's.
"Baby, you have nothing to worry about. I want nothing to do with that stalker." Santana smiled softly and kissed her girlfriend.
"I knew you'd come to my side, baby girl." Rachel chuckled. "Practice should be awkward, huh?" Santana asked.
"Well… I still need you to pick me up, so as long as you're there, it'll be perfect." Santana smiled.
"Hey Rae." Rachel rolled her eyes and turned to Cheyenne.
"My girlfriend told you not to call me that. I expect you to respect that." Cheyenne rolled her eyes. "Why were you stalking me and Santana on our date the other night?"
"I wasn't. I was simply at Breadstix at the same time as you and Santana." Rachel scoffed. "Come on, Rachel. It's not that big of a deal." Cheyenne said, grabbing Rachel's arm.
"It's a very big deal and if you don't get your hands off of my girl, you're gonna understand why." Rachel turned around and saw Santana glaring at the blonde.
"San?"
"I was heading toward the bleachers when I saw Cheyenne approach you." Santana said. Rachel sighed. "I'm tired of this shit. Back the fuck away from my girlfriend, Cheyenne before I make it to where you can't do the long jump anymore. Got it?"
"Santana, baby-"
"Rae, no. You can't keep defending this bitch. It makes her think you're into her and you're not." Rachel sighed. "You're not, right?"
"Of course not, Santana, how could you even ask me that?" Rachel asked, clearly offended. Santana scoffed and walked off. "Santana, baby, wait!" Rachel said, running after the cheerleader. "Santana!" The Latina whipped around.
"Tell the truth!" Rachel gasped.
"I love you, Santana, more than anything!" she said, tears running down her face. Santana's expression softened and she took her girlfriend into her arms. "No. Back off. I'm so unbelievably pissed off at you. I need to go practice. I'll find a ride home."
"Hey, Trevor, can you give me a ride home?" The runner looked up from his bag and nodded. "Thanks."
"That won't be necessary, Trev, but thanks." The track stars looked up from each other and saw the Latina biting her lip. "Rae, can I talk to you?"
"I could use a coffee. Can you handle that?" Rachel asked. Santana smiled slightly and nodded. "Okay. Let's go."
"I'm sorry for being such a bitch, Rae. I love you so much, baby girl." Santana said, sitting down across from Rachel as she handed the brunette a coffee. Rachel bit her lip.
"I love you too." she whispered, sipping her coffee. Santana smiled gratefully. "How could you doubt that though?"
"I didn't… I don't. Its just… she won't figure out what no means, Rachel." Santana said, moving into the chair next to Rachel's.
"I know, baby, I know." Santana sighed and kissed the runner softly.
"I love you, baby girl." she whispered.
"I love you too." Rachel said, leaning into the cheerleader.