Glee's not mine, this story is tho, so is Mateo, oh and any errors...Enjoy!
Rachel yawned quietly and snuggled back into the warmth behind her. She closed her eyes trying to resume the dream she'd been having about winning her first Tony. She'd been in the middle of her acceptance speech when the presenter started kissing her neck. She didn't even know she had a crush on Catherine Zeta-Jones, but dreams were suppose to be a window to the subconscious. She smiled sleepily and brushed her hand across her stomach coming into contact with a warm wrist that didn't belong to her.
"Mhmmm…" Rachel fully awoke at the humming into her neck followed by the hand on her stomach stroking lightly.
"Rach… come here…" A smoky voice moaned behind her and her face flushed again. She knew that Santana was asleep, but it was odd that she'd said her name. She felt like a voyeur and was sure that Santana would want to be awoken before she further embarrassed herself. So, although Rachel was curious about the content of the other woman's dream she reluctantly slipped from under her heavy arm and stood beside the bed.
"Santana…?" She gently nudged the sleeping woman's shoulder with no result.
"Santana!" Rachel called more loudly as she heard the woman mumble something about Berry's berries.
Her face was burning up as Santana blinked up at her, her brown eyes glassy. A tan hand rubbed at the left eye. Sleepiness disappeared as a frown creased Santana's forehead.
"Why the hell did you wake me, Berr-Rachel!"
"I—uh…I'm suppose to go to McKinley and speak to this year's show choir…"
"So?"
"I just thought I should let you know."
"I'm not your keeper, Rachel. Next time know that a note would have sufficed." Santana crossed her arms petulantly.
"I'm sorry for being concerned..." Rachel stomped a foot and stormed towards the bedroom door.
"Next time don't allow your concern to interrupt my dreams." Rachel almost screamed something to the effect of next time don't dream so loudly about me, but held her tongue.
"Ok, I understand, it won't happen again." Rachel sighed shaking her head before exiting the room with a slam of the oak door.
Outside of the room Rachel got busy getting ready to head to McKinley. She strategically dressed in black slacks and a red button-up blouse. She set the coffeemaker to brew and poured herself a glass of apple juice.
"Can I come?" She turned to see Mateo sitting at the breakfast nook finishing a bowl of cereal.
"Are you sure you want to? It's going to be pretty boring..."
"Yes, please." He gave her a watery smile and hopped off of the window seat and rinsed his bowl out in the sink.
"Alright Matty, let me just leave a note for your sister." She grabbed one of the dry-erase markers hanging from the fridge and scribbled a note onto the small board stuck to the freezer door.
"Ready?" She grabbed her bag and smiled at the boy.
"Mhm" He replied grabbing her hand and they left the house together.
I know it's short and fillerish, but some chapters just move the plot forward a bit, u kno...
Ink