So here we are again for another installment to this tale or wonder...lol...

I don't own Glee..I just don't...

Enjoy

"It burns! Jesus!" Was the scream that woke Santana up the next morning. She wished it had been the birds singing or the bright rays of the sun that was warming her arms. She would have even preferred it was Rachel who woke her from her perch on curled half on her chest, but she couldn't have been that lucky.

Her bleary eyes focused in on blonde hair pulled into a sloppy ponytail and a no longer slender back facing her. "Quinn...?"

"Oh my God, yes, put your damn clothes back on."

"Shhhh...Rach is still sleeping..." Santana smiled goofy, blinking away from the sun.

"Okay, well, your little brother is inside, so what's your suggestion?" Quinn groaned wishing she hadn't walked out onto the deck, but glad that it was her and not Mateo.

"Rach...?" Santana gently shook the sleeping woman which only resulted in the smaller brunette cuddling more closely to her chest. She smiled lightly. "...Rach? We have to get up..."

"That doesn't seem to be working." Quinn said looking over her shoulder.

"Hey! No free shows, Q."

"Trust me, I've seen more than I ever wanted." Quinn turned back around as Santana shimmied from beneath Rachel and got most of her clothes back on. She wrapped her still sleeping companion in the picnic blanket and once again gathered the woman close, hefting her pass Quinn and into their shared room. Once she'd laid Rachel down in the bed she returned to the kitchen where Quinn was now standing.

"So, Berry's berries, just as good the second time around?" Quinn quipped with and arched brow.

"Don't give me you're fucking attitude because Dave's not handling business at home like I am here." Santana sauntered over to the coffeemaker and started a pot.

"Hello? Pregnant! Clearly, my David knows exactly how to handle my business."

"Ok, truce...you don't tell me about how Q2 was conceived I won't talk about Berry's berries."

"Deal."

"So, does this mean you're all a happy family here at the Lopez house?"

"Uh...I dunno...we never really talked about it." Santana set a cup of coffee in front of Quinn and sat down with her own in her hands.

"Really, S? That was the most important part of this whole scheme."

"I know, but it just happened. I'm happy it did god, you could cut the sexual tension with a knife."

"You still have to talk to her, S..."

"We're good, Q, don't worry so much."

When Rachel awoke she was tangled in the sheet she recognized from last night's picnic. She stretched as much as possible with in the confines of the cloth and noticed that she was alone. She tried not to allow her mind to jump to conclusions, but she couldn't fight the obvious, Santana had left.

She blinked back tears reminding herself that she was suppose to be lowering her expectations when she heard Mateo yell her name and then moments later the door burst open and the small boy came galloping into the room carrying a half filled glass of orange juice. He sat the glass on the bedside table and jump on top of her.

"Mornin' Rae! Santi said you was sleep, but not no mo' huh?" He gave her a toothy smile which she couldn't help but return.

"Look..." He reached into his mouth and wiggled one of his front teeth causing a little blood to slightly stain his fingers.

"Big boy..." She tried to hide the mild disgust at his grubby bloody fingers.

"Jeez, go wash your hands, Mateo, I told you you could show her after brunch." Santana appeared in the doorway with a food laden tray.

Rachel scrunched her eyebrows confused. She had expected the Latina to play it cool or avoidant, not breakfast in bed. If the other woman noticed the look on her face she ignored it and continued to place the tray in the middle of the bed.

"Mornin'." Santana placed a gentle kiss on her temple making her brow furrow deepen.

"What's with the face?" Santana asked with and arched eyebrow.

"N-nothing." She forced a smile.

Santana peered at her closely as if trying to read her mind. "O-k..."

"We made bre'fast Rae and I poured your juice." Mateo returned from washing his hands and crawled next to her.

"Oh, wow, then I'm sure it's the very best juice ever."

"Yeah and half of it is across the kitchen floor." Santana lay almost diagonally across the foot of the bed .

"Thank you, you Lopezes sure know how to treat a girl." The smaller woman wrapped the blanket more securely around her shoulders and grabbed a veggie sausage.

"Lopez Charm." Mateo snaked a hand across the tray and stole a strawberry from the fruit salad.

"Lopez charm?"

"Papi said we gots that from him, he-he said that we were born smooth..."

"Smooth? So, ego is a trait taught at an early age to the Lopezes." Rachel laughed letting her inhibitions go.

"Hey, it's worked thus far..." Santana winked popping a homemade French toast stick in her mouth.

Everyone laughed and dug into the breakfast. If Rachel allowed herself she could almost make-believe that they were a family, but she knew they weren't. Santana didn't like her like that, at the least she was a convenient sexual partner; they did agree to the rules after all. At the most maybe Santana was attracted to her, but sex and attraction don't equal a real relationship, they were just pretending. She frowned slightly at her thoughts, she wasn't suppose to care and she needed to remember that.

"Hey," Santana placed a hand on her covered thigh, "stop thinking so hard, you're making my head hurt."

"Yes..." Rachel smiled awkwardly and went back to eating.

The pace is about to start moving around here...we still have some kinks to work out for this girls, but never fear...

Ink