A/N: I do not own Glee or its characters in any way.

"Rachel, which movie do you-"

"Funny Girl."

"Didn't we watch that, like, twenty times with Britt last weekend?"

"Your point, Santana?"

"We're not watching it again."

"And why not? You invited me over! Therefore, I am a guest, so I find it appropriate that I choose the movie."

"You invited yourself over."

"Yes, well. That point is irrelevant at the moment. Please, San?"

Rachel clasped her hands together under her chin and mustered up the best puppy eyes that she could manage.

Santana knew Rachel was doing this to her on purpose. I mean, how can anyone resist those eyes and that pout? Unfortunately, the other girl knew this too, which is why she always used it when she wanted Santana to give in to something.

No. Not this time.

"No."

"Saaaan," Rachel whined.

Santana wasn't budging. She smirked at the fact that she had finally put a stop to letting Rachel have her way all the time. She still has a reputation to uphold, okay. Santana Lopez is no one's bitch. She does whatever she wants, whenever she wants.

That's right. I'm the top dog…wolf? Yeah, that's better. Top wolf. HBIC of McKinley.

While Santana was busy enjoying her inner pep talk, she failed to notice the way Rachel's lips formed into a devilish smirk. If she had been paying attention, she would have detected the signs that Rachel Berry had formed an idea.

Rachel laughed silently as she moved towards Santana. She could tell the taller girl was still zoned out, no doubt mentally boosting her ego.

When she reached her intended target, she made sure to brush not so innocently against Santana. Immediately, she felt the cheerleader freeze.

"Santana," she cooed, "I really, really want to watch Barbra's movie."

Sensing that Santana was refusing to cave, she stepped a little closer. Her hand managed to accidentally brush over the Latina.

Is it getting hotter in here? She can't be doing that on purpose.

"Alright," the brunette said sounding a little breathless.

Rachel's face instantly broke into a smile as she clapped her hands.

"Thank you, Santana! I think that perhaps you might be a closeted Streisand fan. It is nothing to be ashamed of, really. Embrace it, san. EMBRACE THE STREISAND!"

Santana smiled at the smaller girl's tiny outburst. "Whatever. Go ahead and change 'cause I'll probably fall asleep during this thing anyway."

Rachel made her way to the bathroom in order to put on her usual sleepwear. When she returned, she noticed Santana had also changed clothes. The girl was wearing a pair of red duck boxers and a Miami Hurricanes t-shirt.

Rachel giggled. "Wow, Santana. I didn't realize you too had a love for ducks!"

"It was a gift from Brittany. You know how much she loves them." Santana laughed as she turned towards Rachel so they could start the movie. Once she saw what Rachel was wearing, she immediately regretted letting her convince her to share a bed instead of using the guest room.

Leave it to Rachel to wear the shortest sleeping shorts known to humanity. Seriously, though. Santana couldn't help but stare at the girl's long legs. They went on forever. How is that even possible? Rachel is even shorter than she is.

Santana's blatant staring of her legs was not lost on Rachel. However, her eyes were practically glued to Santana's body, so she really was in no position to say anything.

Sue Sylvester may be the most hateful human being on the plant, but thank Yahweh for those cheerios practices.

"Perhaps we should start the movie?" Rachel pretended not to notice when Santana snapped her eyes away from her legs.

"Right."

Both girls settled into Santana's bed. Unbeknownst to the Latina, Rachel was dying to ask her a question. She had no idea why she had not asked earlier during their discussion/fight. It had completely slipped her mind. As the movie played, she found herself inching closer to Santana. Near the middle of the scene with Fanny and Florenz, Rachel had mustered up the courage to ask Santana.

"San?"

By this time, Santana had somehow managed to end up spooning Rachel while they watched.

"Yeah?"

"Remember earlier when I thought you were being dishonest and playing a very unsavory prank?"

"Yeah, but I told you. I'd never do that to you."

Rachel smiled. "Yes, I know that. It was foolish for me to consider such a thing. May I ask you a question, though?"

"Sure thing."

"Am I your mate?"

Santana tensed. How was she going to get out of this? It was dumb to think that Rachel would forget about her slip up. She mentally debated telling Rachel and pondering the effect it could have on their new friendship.

Please please please let Santana say yes.

"Rachel, I…um. Well you see…okay. Yes, you are. Please don't freak out! I can explain!"

Rachel was silent. Santana Lopez had her, Rachel Berry, as a mate. Did that mean Santana liked her? Because she certainly liked Santana. In a burst of happiness, she turned and threw her arms around the brunette.

"Of course I'm not freaked out! I'm afraid you will have to explain, though. What does being your mate entail? When did that happen? How did this happen?"

"I like you," Santana blurted.

Rachel swore her heart skipped a beat. Was this really happening? Santana was returning her feelings.

"What?"

"Shit, sorry. I know you're probably disgusted and I just made a fool of myself but please can we still be friend cause you're totally amazing and-"

Santana felt a soft, shy kiss on her lips.

"I like you too," Rachel blushed feeling like her heart was soaring.

Santana was breathless. Her lips still tingled where Rachel had kissed her.

"When did you realize I was your mate? How is that even possible? We hardly ever talked."

"There was a reason we weren't friends, Rach. It's not that I didn't want to because you had better believe I wanted to, it's that we couldn't. When you started hanging out with Q and Britt, I saw what a beautiful person you are. You never judge anyone and you have ambitions and goals. You're destined to be a star, Rachel. Along the way, I started developing feelings for you. I was scared because hello? I'm Santana Lopez. The HBIC that no one can tie down. Finding my mate wasn't something I really wanted to do, so I just avoided you at all costs. Now, I have the privilege of knowing what having your friendship is like. "

"Santana, that was beautiful."

"Your legs are killer, too. Damn."

"Moment ruined."

Santana laughed. "Sorry, I had to. I'm Santana, remember?"

"How could I forget? I'll have you now that you weren't the only one experiencing these feelings. I knew there was more to you than what the people at school think. You're an exceptional friend, and you can be the sweetest person with the ones you love. I see the way you are with Brittany and Quinn, and I love that side of you. It's easy for anyone to fall for you."

"And because I'm super sexy."

"Yes, there's that factor as well."

Santana switched off the television. It was late, and the movies had ended a while ago. She felt relieved. A heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders, and she felt great. She had told her mate about her feelings, and Rachel had returned them.

"Santana, what does this mean for us?"

"What do you want it to mean?"

"I don't know."

"Tell me when you do. I'll be waiting."

A/N: And there you have it! Feelings have been confessed. On another note, what do you guys think about Big Sean and Naya? I don't know if I ship it or not. Reviews are encouraged and welcome. I hope you all had a great day!