Ok...so this has major major PezBerry and as much smut and you're gonna get from me...lol

Don't Own Glee...Nope, sure don't...

Enjoy!

When Rachel returned to the house it was nightfall. She'd stopped off to visit her fathers and had a huge phone argument with her agent, Stefan Michelson, again. She was tired and glad that it was Santana's night to cook. When she entered the house it was dark and quiet, but Santana's car was in the driveway. She hung her coat by the door and slipped off her flats. She lay her purse gently on a table by the door and crept further into the house.

"Matt? San?" She called out and then she was thrusted into darkness as a soft hand clasped over her eyes. She sucked in a deep breath to scream only to have her mouth covered as well.

"Calm down Rachel, it's just me." Santana whispered and kissed the space behind her ear. She instantaneously relaxed and curved into the taller woman.

Santana removed the hand from over her mouth but kept the other in place moving her forward through the house.

"What...?" Rachel murmured stalling after they'd taken a few steps together.

"Trust me?" The Latina asked quietly and Rachel nodded without hesitation. "Then trust me now."

The taller woman smiled unbeknownst to her blinded companion. They began to walk forward again and Santana guided Rachel into the backyard deck where she'd arranged a picnic dinner. She'd cut the backyard hanging lights to dim and lit a couple of lanterns around the blanket she'd laid out.

She'd convinced Quinn that watching Mateo for the night would be good prep work for when her baby was born. After she'd dropped him off and he'd asked her a million and one questions she gone grocery shopping and spent all afternoon making Rachel's favorite dish and picked up her favorite vegan carrot cake from the in-store bakery.

She uncovered Rachel's and stepped slightly in front of her so that she could gauge her reaction. Rachel blinked a few times trying to adjust her eyes to the dim light and then her eyes went comically wide.

"Santana...?" She asked taking in the other woman's skirt clad legs.

"Good surprise, bad surprise...?" Santana felt a slight flutter in her stomach.

"Definitely good surprise..this is all so...beautiful." Rachel smiled widely and threw herself at the Latina hugging her tightly.

Santana's face reddened slightly at the niceness of having the smaller woman pressed against her. "I...uh...I just wanted to thank you again for you know helping me and all..you know..." She rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly after disentangling herself from the tiny brunette. She was embarrassed by herself, Santana freakin Lopez does not stutter, she could have anyone she wanted and if she wanted Rachel Berry then she was going to get her.

"...don't have to keep thanking me, San." Rachel was saying as she smiled brightly again.

"I want to though, here sit, sit." She ushered for Rachel to sit on a red pillow and she sat across from her on a matching one.

They sat in silence for a while each eating and furtively glancing at the other. They acted as if it was the first time either had eaten a meal with the other.

"That was delicious." Rachel said unconsciously licking her lips and pushing away her plate. "For a meat-eater you make excellent vegetarian food."

"I dated a girl in college, Michelle, she was a vegetarian and taught me a few recipes got me to vary my diet more than I had been."

"What happened?" Rachel queried moving closer to the other woman.

Santana shrugged. "Eh, the relationship ran its course I suppose...we just grew apart."

"Oh..." Rachel arched an eyebrow at her.

"Yeah, not every break-up has to be this dramatic thing." She smirked and a gentle smack on the arm was the response she got.

"Excuse me, miss non-violence, is this where the domestic abuse enters our relationship?"

"What can I say I guess you're rubbing off on me." Rachel giggled and lightly pushed her.

"Hey! I'm not that violent, Berry." She pushed Rachel back

"Oh, are you going to go all Lima Heights Adjacent on me now?" Rachel burst out laughing even more loudly.

"Oh, yuk it up, Rach," Santana rolled her eyes and moved imperceptibly closer to the other woman, "you're in for it now." She grabbed Rachel by her sides and commenced to tickling the smaller woman while she squirmed and tried fruitlessly to get away.

"Bet you wish you'd stopped while you were ahead, huh? Huh?" Santana grinned moving her fingers more vigorously. "Say...hmmm...say Santana is the greatest!"

"Noo-uh-oooo." Rachel groaned between laughter.

"Say it and I'll stop."

"Uh-uh..."

"Come on..."

Rachel's brown eyes shone with a few tears and she gulped in air. "Okay, okay...San-Santana is...huff...is the great-est."

"Damn right." Santana winked down at her and then got up and stood over her defeated companion.

"Tickling is completely an underhanded move, Santana."

"Alls fair in love and war, baby." Santana gave her a lopsided smile and offered her hand which Rachel easily accepted. She jerked the smaller woman up causing her to trip slightly and fall against her.

Rachel found her eyes fixated on Santana's plump bottom lip and when she looked up she found darkened brown eyes staring back. Before she could stop herself she was pressing herself upwards and their lips were touching.

She vaguely felt Santana's palm press into her hip as the kiss deepened. She felt a hand weave through her hair and responded by encircling her arms around the taller brunette's neck. Santana's tongue swiped across her lower lip and she opened her lips wider with a slight moan.

"Rach…" Santana whispered placing lingering kisses on her jawline.

"Don't speak…" Rachel mumbled trailing her fingers through Santana's curls. She was trying to live in the moment, and didn't want words to disrupt what was happening; she was trying to not let this be more than what Santana wanted, what she wanted as well.

She pulled Santana's face down to kiss her again, leaving her worried thoughts and returning to the deck and Santana's delicious lips. She felt Santana smile into the kiss, her warm hands sliding beneath Rachel's blouse scratching at the soft skin found there.

The taller woman helped her back to a seated position and then forcefully pushed the lingering food and plates off to the side. When she looked back down at Rachel she was met with hooded brown eyes. Santana wondered if Rachel was aware of how gorgeous she looked heaving below her. She gently brushed sweat drenched hair away from the other woman's face and kissed her temple softly.

"San..." Rachel squirmed, nipping her on her chin.

"Impatience is sexy on you..." Santana smirked hooking her fingers under Rachel's blouse and peeling it away from her body. She reveled in each inch of skin exposed, placing feverish kisses on the smaller woman's clavicle.

She helped Rachel to lift and unhooked and removed her bra with one-hand and one swift flick of her wrist. Rachel let go a husky giggle at the move and allowed her hands to mimic Santana's lead. She cupped the other woman's breast over her bra and squeezed while allowing her other hand to fiddle with the clasp.

"Let me." Santana unclasped her own bra and then removed both the shirt and the undergarment in one move.

"So beautiful..." Santana heard Rachel whisper as the hand that had been on her breast returned tweaking one nipple than the other. A surprised moan escaped her own lips and she slipped a leg between Rachel's impossibly long ones.

She wanted to go slowly and savor touching the other woman. She was sure the night of their drunken fiasco had been all fumbling and and she'd lost some amount of her rico suave points. It was probably better that she only remembered that night in snatches of skin. She wanted to replace anything Rachel might remember about that night with this night, but apparently Rachel had other ideas. One small hand had been placed on her thigh and was rapidly making it's ascent.

"Rach..." She moaned "...we have all night..."

"I know, but I want you now." Rachel husked slipping a finger inside of the elastic of the Latina's underwear.

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