So...some more fluff before the angst returns...

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Enjoy!

Santana left Ms. Jenkins' office smiling widely. She had had several meetings with the older woman and while she was usually nonplus and wouldn't give her clues on how they were weighing, today Santana could tell that they were definitely on the right track. Her confidence level was sky-high today.

Rachel and she were good, hell they were great. She was pretty sure she was in love with the tiny diva. They'd managed to clean out some of her parents things and packed alot of the extra things she wanted to go to New York. Rachel and her hadn't discussed the move back to the city, but she had been secretly looking for larger spaces, because even if it was presumptuous to assume Rachel wanted to move in with her she was at least going to need more space for Mateo. She just really hoped that Rachel was ok with coming too.

She whistled a random tune as she parked her car outside of the local florist. She's pre-ordered a fruit floral for Rachel. She knew it was lame, but today was their "month-iversary" and well, besides finally dropping the L-word tonight she'd wanted to do something special.

She popped a fallen strawberry into her mouth and thanked the Asian lady behind the counter. She glided from the building and slid the basket into the passenger seat. She got behind the wheel and started driving.

When she was turning onto her cross street a phone call came out of nowhere from an unknown New York number. She shrugged and pressed her Bluetooth assuming it was one of the writers from Lavish.

"Hello?"

"Yes, may I speak to Santana Lopez?"

"This is she, who is this?"

"Hello, you don't know me, but my name is Stefan Michelson, I'm..."

"...Rachel's agent." She frowned slightly wondering what the man wanted and how he got her number.

"Oh, so you've heard of me?"

"Briefly. What do you need, want me to talk my editor into making Rachel Lavish's Fall cover?" She snarled slowing down a bit.

"Tempting, but actually I need my star back in the city, ASAP. I got her the starring roll in this new Broadway play and if she's not here by the end of the week she's going to lose the part. Is that what you want Ms. Lopez?"

"Isn't it Rachel's decision to make? Why are you talking to me?"

"Because Rachel isn't currently thinking with her head, ok. We've worked too hard, done too many off off Broadway parts."

"She, we...I've been with her almost the entire way. Do you understand how rarely a chance like this comes? Do you? And she's letting all that slip through her fingers, for what?"

"I can't make Rach, do anything she doesn't want to, Mr. Michelson."

"I'm sure you'll find a way, if she stays there you'll be ruining her life." Santana pressed the end button on her Bluetooth and ripped it from her ear toss it into the backseat as she parked the car in front of the house.

She got out and walked up the driveway her hand turning white while gripping the handle on the fruit basket and her head full of questions. What if this was Rachel's one shot? What if she was really ruining her life? Would Rachel hate her? Would she hate herself? She was such a fuck up, was it really so surprising that that she was fucking up Rachel's life?

As she reached the door it swung open and Mateo stood there in pressed khaki pants, a light green button-up and a little tie. He looked adorable.

"Hey bud, what's going on?" She smiled slightly.

"Ms. Lopez, I p'sume?" He smiled showing off the gap from where he'd lost his first tooth.

"Why yes."

"Ms. Berry is 'spectin you, may I tak'your coat or your fruit?"

"I've got it," She hung her coat on the hook by the door, "lead the way."

"Righ'this way." He smiled again and she followed him to the dining room where Rachel sat.

As they entered the room Rachel rose and her face lit up with a huge smile. She was wearing a tight red dress that looked great against her tan skin and stopped mid thigh showing off her great legs. There was a slit up her left thigh that made Santana's mouth go dry. She gulped and met smoldering chocolate eyes.

"H-hey..." She mumbled.

"Hey, San." Rachel stepped on her toes and kissed the side of her chin.

"What is all of this?"

"I figured you're always doing such sweet things for me and I know it's lame, but it's kind of our "month-iversary" and I wanted to do something special for you. I-I love you, Santana."

Santana felt a tear slide down her cheek and she smiled instantly at Rachel's words. She scooped the other woman around her midsection pressing the fruit basket into her back slightly and captured her mouth in a searing kiss.

"I love you too, Rachel." She whispered against her lips, kissing her again.

"Ew...ca'we eat now?" Mateo interrupted poking her sharply in the stomach.

Yay! We're in Love...

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