Rachel was awake and filling out the rest of the medical questionnaires when Santana's father Christian walked in, smiling and bearing gifts in the form of coffee. He handed Rachel a soy chai latte, grinning when she seemed confused over him knowing her order.
"My daughter talks about 'her Rachel' far more than anyone but you will ever get her to admit. It's adorable, honestly. She adores you. That much is very obvious." Santana shuffled around, finally waking.
"Papi! Stop it! You're totally embarrassing me on purpose." She whined, child-like pout on her face. She seemed to have forgotten about it as soon as she noticed the coffee.
"That ones for me right? I know you don't like to work on caffeine." He nodded, placing kisses against both their foreheads as he sat down. Rachel grinned at the attention, it seemed her route towards a good relationship with her in-law was already on it's way.
"You have no reason to be embarrassed around me, Santana. Besides, he has yet to say anything I hadn't figured out on my own." Santana's father laughed heartily before he stood, clapping his hands.
"Ok, time to get you and mi Santi out of here. You're good to go, Rachel. I've got to get back on shift, but Santana will drive you both to the house. I brought clothes and what not, here." He handed over a small duffle bag, taking the completed paper work from the smaller girl.
"I'll see both of you later on today, I should be home in time if you girls would like for us to have dinner together?" Rachel nodded excitedly.
-san/rach-
Half an hour later, the girls walked into Santana's room, dropping Rachel's stuff on the floor. They'd just come from the petite girl's house to grab stuff for the next two weeks.
Rachel looked around the purple room until her eyes landed on a big black sectional couch that she sat down on. she ran her hand over the soft fabric and raised her eyebrow at Santana.
"It's recycled cotton. I got to pick when we redecorated, and it seemed like a good idea at the time." Rachel grinned. Perhaps she was having a positive impact on the people around her.
"That's admirable of you, San. I'm really hungry...What about you?"
"I'd rather lay in the bed and kiss you for awhile." She half-joked, grabbing her keys from the ring by the door and holding her hand out for her (hopefully) future girlfriend.
"Where are we going?" She asked, following her anyway.
"Whole Foods. We need to stock up on vegan stuff for us 4 the next couple weeks." They walked into the garage, hitting the button on the wall to open the door and then sliding into Santana's car.
"Wait, for us?"
"Yep. I'll eat what you eat. I've been pretty curious about it. But my dad always says that you miss nutrients and vitamins and what not when you eat that way." Santana reached across the middle of the car, slipping her fingers between Rachel's and smiling at her when they hit a light.
"I understand his concern. I researched for months before i made the decision. But I take suppliments to replace what I don't gain through normal means."
"I know, I told him about the suppliments."
"You do listen to me." She squeezed the fingers between her own grinning in her happiness about it.
"Of course I do, baby. Always."
Once the fridge was stocked with Rachel-friendly foods and Santana had been told about why spicy tuna rolls were evil because of the over fishing of blue-fin tuna, the girls walked towards the living room after Rachel had demanded to wash the lunch dishes.
"What do you feel like doing, babe?"
The shorter girl lay completely back into Santana who was holding her from behind while they relaxed on the couch. kissing the Latina's knuckles and threading their fingers together afterward. "What would you being doing right now if I wasn't here?"
"Wishing you were here and kicking ass and taking names playing BF3." She pointed towards the ps3 in front of her, hooked up the fifty plus inch television.
"You play battlefield?" A smile played across her lips.
"Yea. Got two copies. One for down here, one for in my room on the other Playstation. You play?" Rachel nodded and closed her eyes. If she was honest she was still really tired. She'd been in a nearly-fatal car accident twelve hours ago. Her running around like she was fine, like she wasn't tired; it wasn't making it anymore true than it already was. Which was not at all.
"Could we play together later on? Honestly, San I'm a little tired and...I don't know I guess I'm still a little..." She felt a little like maybe she was falling apart. The tears wouldn't stop their trails down her cheeks despite her willing them too.
"Hey, baby it's fine, you're fine." Santana reached down, wiping her tears away and placing soft kisses where they'd been.
"The nurse...the nurse said that if they had gotten to me two minutes later I would've been dead from the blood loss. That I was lucky. I didn't want to...is it wrong of me to not want to hear that?" Santana sighed. She should have known this would happen. Her behavior had been similar after she'd survived the car crash that her mother hadn't. She reached down under Rachel's legs, sweeping her up carefully and bridal style. Slowly climbing the stairs that led to her room, she gently laid Rachel down on her bed.
"Okay, Rach. You can rest now. Do you want me to stay with you? Do you want me to go?" She pressed a thoughtful kiss against the singer's salty lips, comforting them both.
"No, don't...San please don't leave me alone." She hiccuped and sobbed simultaneously, her heart beating faster than it probably should.
"I won't, Rachel. I won't ever leave you alone like this." She slid under cool sheets behind her, pulling the other brunette closer with the arms she'd wrapped around her. The singer calmed, breathing deep to clear her head.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome, babe. Relax and rest. When you wake up, I'll still be here, I promise. We'll eat lunch, then play some battlefield. For now, just close your eyes.
"I love you, Santana." She'd turned to face her as she said it, staring into coffee-dark eyes.
"I love you too, baby. So much. But shh. Sleep." Santana pulled her closer, their limbs tangled together as their eyes closed.