Santana parked her car into the dance studio's – where both her girlfriend and best friend learn their swift dance moves – driveway as she let her thoughts wondered off. Her emotions have been getting her lately. She had the wanted, no, needed to say it numerous times. She was absolutely sure that she had never been this happy and content since like, forever.
And she owed it all to the tiny brunette who had somehow managed to capture her heart.
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a soft tap on her car window and a "What are you doing here?" She looked up to see her girlfriend – she just had to smile at that – staring at her with confusion. Eyes trailing along the petite diva who was wearing a black leotard, she motioned the girl to get into the car which the other girl happily obliged.
Santana wasn't exactly sure how she had gotten so lucky to call Rachel as her girlfriend considering the fact she made the tiny diva's life a living hell by the names – her hands weren't manly at all – and slushies. She still felt guilty for all of that and is doing the best to make it all up to her girlfriend even if Rachel had assured her that she was forgiven and had let bygones be bygones.
"You didn't answer my question," Rachel pointed out, staring at the Latina with emotion-filled eyes and a soft smile that told Santana that everything would be okay.
And they do, eventually.
Santana shook her head and turn around to give Rachel a longing kiss, as if they hadn't seen each other in a lifetime. "I missed you," she admitted once they broke the kiss. "And I'm here to pick you up,"
"We just saw each other yesterday," she giggled, loving the way how her girlfriend always reserved this soft side for her. It was one of the things Rachel loves most about the Hispanic cheerleader. Yes, she does mean 'love'.
Gasping in playful disbelief, Santana left her hand over her heart, as if Rachel had said something hurtful. "Are you saying you don't miss me?" She asked, playfully jutting her lip out.
"And people say I'm the diva," teased Rachel, rolling her eyes at the same time before pushing back a strand of Santana's hair back and staring lovingly to her. Santana couldn't help but stare back and felt like this was the moment she was waiting for. The perfect moment to exchange those three little but meaningful three words with Rachel.
Taking a deep breath, she leaned in and lightly brushed her lips with Rachel's. "Rachel…"
"Yes, San?" They were so close that they were sharing the same breath and Santana smelled Rachel's vanilla scent.
Santana licked her lips as her eyes stared straight into Rachel's. "I love you,"
To Santana, it almost felt like time frozen because Rachel's eyes widened in shock (probably) and gaped at her so she pulled back and averted her gaze. And all Santana could think of how she ruined the best relationship she has ever had and how Rachel would never see her again. Oh no, she even senses a breakup coming way soon. She's trying-
Santana heard an "I love you too," and felt a soft finger gently pushing her chin up and making her look at her girlfriend's face. Before she could even register what Rachel had said, she was pulled into a sweet and charming kiss that made her feel grateful that she was sitting down because her knees were starting to go weak.
"I love you too," Rachel repeated, causing the Latina to blush a specific color of red. "You're mine, don't you ever forget that and…," Rachel trailed off and grinned seductively before leaning in and whispered hotly into her girlfriend's ear "Let's go home. This leotard is extremely uncomfortable, would you mind taking it off for me?" and gently nibbled Santana's right ear.
Santana's eyes dilated as she audibly swallowed the lump that was beginning to form in her throat. Breathe Lopez, breathe. Gripping the steering wheel tightly that her knuckles turned white after she turned on the ignition, the car was off with such force that even physics couldn't compare.
Time to go home.