It was a normal afternoon, really and Santana and Rachel just decided to go out for a walk (well, Rachel wanted to go out for a walk, Santana wanted to stay in but hey, when someone offers to go down on you for hours in exchange for a walk, you don't refuse) and the two girls, with coffee in each of their hands, strolled down the vibrant Times Square in New York City with their unoccupied hands linked together.
They haven't spend a dime, and Santana hopes that they won't at any time soon; her tuition fees are really bugging her so. The two brunettes continued their way, passing various shops and occasionally squeezing each other's hand before giving a kiss on the cheek. It was undeniably hot – the two girls were wearing shorts and tank tops, after all – and Santana was sweaty as hell. She pleaded for Rachel to stop at the nearest coffee shop, just so they could refill their cups of coffees and relax for a while and fortunately, Rachel agreed.
Before they even reached the coffee shop which was only like, three blocks away, a certain petite girl suddenly stopped abruptly in front of a shop, causing Santana to bump into her. Santana looked up to see Rachel being entranced by the insides of the shop through the transparent window.
Rachel's eyes widened and turned around to look at Santana expectantly. And Santana knows what's going through that little pretty head of her girlfriend and she's already thinking of ways to let down Rachel gently without of being a jackass.
"No, Rachel," Santana finally said, trying to walk past the shop towards the coffee shop (she wants to get her coffee ons, okay? Also, this heat is fucking killing her) but her arm was quickly grabbed by her petite girlfriend.
Rachel jutted her bottom lip out, her two hands on Santana's arm. "Please, for me?"
"Don't do that,"
"What?"
"That! You think whenever you say, 'please, for me?', that I'll just do anything you want," Santana argued, stomping her foot. "Well, not this time," she pulled away and crossed her arms, trying to look anywhere except for her tiny girlfriend.
"Please, for me?" Rachel pleaded with her hands curling around Santana's elbow, her mouth turning into a ridiculously bigger pout with her almost-like puppy dog eyes that she knows Santana can't resist. And somehow, Santana can't even look away.
Santana sighed, defeated. "Okay," She allowed Rachel to yelp excitedly and let the girl drag her into the pet shop with an annoyed look on her face, wanting to show Rachel that she's not entranced by her cuteness at all. Although she's just grateful none of their friends were here, she knows what they'll do.
Also, she's not whipped at all, shut up.