A/N: I do not own Glee or its character in any way. I do, however, own all mistakes made in this chapter.
Sunshine poured in through the blinds in Santana's room, so Rachel reluctantly opened her eyes. She was pleasantly surprised to find that Santana had kept her arms wrapped around her waist all night. Rachel wouldn't mind waking up like this every morning. She cuddled further into Santana's embrace waiting for the cheerleader to wake up.
"Racheeeeellll," Santana mumbled out while trying to get used to the morning sunlight.
"Good morning, Santana! I trust that you slept well because I certainly did."
Santana smiled. "I take it you're a morning person, huh? Can't say I'm surprised. And yeah, it was great because I had the pleasure of holding you in my arms. I could get used to this."
Rachel blushed. "Indeed I am fond of mornings. I was just thinking the same thing regarding waking up with you."
"Great minds think alike. Alright, now we have to get up cuz I gots to gets my eats on."
Right on cue, Santana's stomach began to rumble. Rachel laughed at the girl's perfect timing. She remembered the first time she stayed over for dinner at the Lopez house, and something now made more sense.
"Santana, do you recall when I ate dinner here for the first time? An inquiry of mine was how on earth you ate so much but stayed perfectly fit. Not all of us have that blessing bestowed upon us. Does it have something to do with your wolf genes?"
Santana laughed. "Oh yeah! I was wondering why you didn't ask sooner. Quinn hated me for a week when I told her my metabolism stays pretty high. Plus, I get a work out when shift and do stuff in wolf form. I could never be on Sue's master cleanse diet."
"Oh my. I wonder if that diet is even legal in the United States. I'm glad you don't partake in it because I couldn't bear it if something were to happen to you!"
The corners of Santana's mouth quirked upwards. "You're cute when you worry. Don't worry about it. I know everyone thinks Sue is like this sadistic evil woman, but she has a heart. She doesn't like to show weakness, but she really does care about us cheerios."
"I will give her the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps we are all wrong about her, too. She seems to love Becky dearly."
The girls entered the kitchen, and Santana began to prepare the ingredients to make Rachel a nice, vegan breakfast. As she went to open the fridge, she noticed a note left on the door.
Good morning, girls! I hope Rachel slept well. Sorry I couldn't be there to make you two breakfast, but I was called in this weekend and your father's working, too. Don't worry, I made sure to stock the house with vegan food now. You girls enjoy your day!
Santana's jaw dropped when she opened the refrigerator door. "Rach, did you brainwash my parents or something? Everything in here is vegan! Quinn's gonna freak when she realizes there's no real bacon."
"Perhaps, I may or may not have spoken to Maribel and Enrique about your dietary habits. There are plenty of vegan-friendly options that I know you will find simply delicious."
"WHAT? Rachel, I am a wolf! I eat tons of meat."
"Santana, must you be so melodramatic? You can be a vegan wolf!"
"Are you crazy? What kind of badass wolf doesn't eat meat!?"
"The kind that has Rachel Berry, resident vegan and diva, as her mate."
"That is totally unfair you-"
"Shall we begin to prepare breakfast?"
"Oh no no no, you are not gonna change the-"
"Ooh, San look! We have all the necessary material to make strawberry pancakes! Let's get started."
"Fine, but we are so not done talking about this."
"Yes we are. Can you hand me the soy milk?"
"No."
"I beg your pardon?"
Santana huffed and grabbed the milk. "Whatever. Here's your damn milk."
"Santana Lopez you will not be using foul language around me."
Is she being serious?
After finishing breakfast, the girls decided on a nice outdoor picnic at the park. They packed their vegan-friendly foods and headed off. It really was a beautiful day. The sun was shining; the birds were chirping, and all that stuff. Santana was in a great mood. Spending the day with Rachel was at the top of her favorite things to do. She loved admiring everything about the girl.
She's beautiful.
"Santana, I have an answer."
"For what?"
"Us."
"Okay."
"Okay."
Santana waited for Rachel to begin talking, but instead they were engulfed in silence.
"Well, are you going to tell me?"
Instead of talking, Rachel walked around the picnic table and proceeded to plant a big kiss on Santana. After recovering from her moment of confusion, the taller girl eagerly kissed back.
Damn, Rachel's a great kisser.
Too soon for Santana's liking, Rachel broke the kiss as air became necessary. Both girls had swollen lips and lovesick grins.
"Rachel, will you be my girlfriend?"
"No."
Santana's brow scrunched up in confusion. "Wait, what? You're kidding, right?"
Rachel giggled at the girl's expression. "Santana, I will gladly be your girlfriend and your mate."
"Rach, it's basically the same thing."
"No, it is certainly not! So please ask me to be your mate properly."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"Rachel, will you be my mate?"
"Yes!"
Rachel once again kissed Santana the same way she had before. She swore she would never get tired of this particular activity. Santana's lips were addictive.
"Come on, Rachel. Let's go enjoy the rest of the weekend."
Soon enough, Monday rolled its ugly head around, and it was time to go back to school. Santana thought about skipping, but she didn't really need to have Sue on her back. She showed up at her usual time of 8:10 am at the Berry household. Santana texted Rachel that she was outside, and she waited for the the Jewish girl to appear. When she saw Rachel coming, Santana hopped out of her car and opened the door for her girlfriend.
"How chivalrous of you, Santana. I appreciate the gesture."
"I know how to treat my ladies right, baby."
"Your ladies? Honey, I hope for your sake I'm the only one you're courting."
Santana chuckled. "You are definitely the only one. We don't have to pick up Q or Britt today. They said something about Britt's mom driving them."
"That's fine. What are we planning to do about today? I don't mind telling everyone we're together unless…unless that bothers you."
"Rachel, of course that doesn't bother me. I want the whole world to know you're my girlfriend. I was thinking we should tell them during glee."
Santana's words made Rachel's heart flutter. "That sounds perfect dear, but I do wonder how I'm going to survive the day without kissing you at least once."
Santana smiled, "We'll find a way, babe."
Santana parked in her usual spot reserved for Sue's head cheerio. She helped Rachel out and then proceeded to take her books and walk her to her locker.
"Santana, you didn't have to do that."
"Of course I do, Rach. You're my girlfriend, so I'm going to treat you like the princess you are."
Rachel fought the urge to kiss Santana in front of everyone in the hallway.
Could she be any more perfect?
Unfortunately, Finn came out of nowhere and interrupted the girls. His mere presence was setting Santana off. Why was this guy determined to ruin her mornings? Did he always do this? Finn ignored Santana as usual and made his way over to Rachel. The boy slung his arm over the petite girl and placed a sloppy kiss on her cheek.
"Hey, Rach. I was thinking you and me-"
"Finn Hudson, I suggest you take your fucking arm off of Rachel," Santana growled.
Rachel struggled to free herself from Finn. "Please, San. You have to calm down. Finn you need to leave now!"
"Just stay still, Rachel. I'll handle this. Santana, you need to just back off. I'm trying to fix my relationship with Rachel, and you have nothing to do with it."
"You don't have a fucking relationship, idiot. Rachel doesn't want you. I'm gonna kick your ass if you don't remove your arm, Hudson."
"Finn, remove your arm this instance. We have nothing to fix so leave me alone. If you don't stop, I'll be forced to report this to principal Figgins."
"Be quiet, Rachel. I told you I'm handling this!"
"That's it. Get your fucking arm off of my girlfriend."
Santana jumped at Finn and threw his arm off Rachel. She was about three seconds away from shifting, and she could not do that right now. Instead, she tried to focus on seeing if Rachel was fine and trying to ignore the boy's scent on her mate.
"Baby, are you alright? Did he hurt you?" Santana peppered Rachel's face with light kisses.
"No way! Rachel, you're not gay! You can't be Santana's girlfriend."
Santana's nose flared, and she was about to turn around and beat the shit out of Hudson when a hand on her cheek stopped her.
"Honey, you can't risk shifting here. Ignore him and we'll deal with him later. Let's go."
Santana fought her instincts to go back and hurt the person who threatened her mate's safety, but she listened to Rachel. Instead of going to class, she led her into the nearest janitor's closet.
Rachel was confused. "Santana, what are we doing here? We need to get to class."
"I know, but Rachel you're mine. Finn's scent is all over you. I need to get rid of it."
Rachel remained confused. Santana's eyes were darker than she'd ever seen them. They seemed as black as the night. Before she could figure out what was happening, Santana's lips were on hers. They hadn't kissed like this before. The kiss was passionate and demanding. Then it clicked. Santana was trying to claim her. Rachel had to stop this before they did something they regretted.
"S-san, baby, you have to stop."
"Rachel, you're mine. Not Finn's, Puck's, or anyone. You're my mate."
Rachel gasped. Things were starting to get out of control. Santana was grinding their centers together, and it seemed like she was ready. It was difficult to think properly when Santana was pressed up so deliciously against her.
Rachel moaned, "Oh god, Santana. Please. We have to stop."
Santana's kisses began to progress further down. Her hands moved to Rachel's ass as she lightly sucked her neck. Rachel's hold on Santana's shoulders tightened.
"San, please."
Something in Rachel's voice halted Santana. She stopped her ministrations and took a step back to try to clear her thoughts. She was seconds away from taking Rachel in a janitor's closet and claiming her.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Rachel. I didn't mean to. It's just Finn's scent was on you, and I couldn't stop myself. Please forgive me!"
"Santana, honey, calm down! It's alright; I know you didn't mean to. It's part of your instincts, and I understand. The good thing is you stopped yourself before things went any further."
"I know, but that's no excuse-"
"Honey, I understand that. Let's calm down and go to class. We'll talk about this later tonight."
Santana took three deep breaths. "Alright, I'm good. Let's go."
Rachel chuckled. "Um, dear. Little Santana isn't exactly…calm."
Santana glanced down at her crotch only to see there was a visible bulge standing out in her cheerios skirt. She instantly blushed, "Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't wear my special spanks today. Um…I have to wait for it to calm down…I'm so sorry."
Rachel smirked, "I'm flattered little Santana wants to get to know me better."
If Santana's blush deepened any further she could easily be mistaken for a tomato.
A/N: I'm thinking sexy times very soon? I don't know yet. Hope you guys liked this chapter! Keep on reviewing.
That last episode of Glee was amazing, right?! I was practically on the edge of my seat! It's been a long time since there was a good episode.