Prompt: Dani and Santana fight over a cinnamon roll and fluff ensues.
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You wake up around 8 to a warm body curled around you and the sunlight streaming in through the curtains. After untangling yourself from your wife, you pull on some sweatpants and leave the bedroom, prepared to find some breakfast. You're in some hotel room in some state, but you're thankful because it's a very large hotel room, with a balcony and a kitchen and everything, which is rare these days.
As you make your way into the kitchen, you see that last cinnamon roll sitting on a plate, just waiting to be eaten. You know you shouldn't––Santana had made a huge deal last night about how she wanted it for breakfast––but there's nothing else, and you're starving. So you stick it in the microwave for a minute, and then lean against the counter and prepare to enjoy your precious little cinnamon roll.
"What do you think you're doing?" you hear a familiar voice say behind you. The guilt begins to settle in.
"Um...I'm eating breakfast."
"Well it looks like you're about to eat my cinnamon roll." She's in front of you now, and you avoid eye contact.
"Oh come on San, I got to it first!"
The next thing you know, the cinnamon roll is no longer in your hand, and there's a dark haired Latina taking a huge bite out of your former breakfast.
"Um what the hell? That was my breakfast!" you say, chasing after her as she walks out of the kitchen.
You're both running now and she's laughing as you chase her around the hotel room. "You know very well that I called it last night, Danielle," she says, accentuating your name so that you know she's in a playful mood.
You chase her around the couches and the table for another minute, and you've almost got her, but she opens the balcony door and leans against the rail, her arm stretched out where you can't reach the beloved cinnamon roll. She's smirking at you, since she knows she's got you this time, and you huff as you walk slowly over to her.
"That's really mature," you say, completely prepared to wait it out as you sit yourself on one of the two chairs outside.
Two minutes later you can tell that she's not giving up either, and you're getting a little over the waiting. An idea pops into your head and you get up and walk over to where she's leaning against the rail, still smirking, with her body facing you.
"Ready to give up yet?"
"Nope," you say, and you press your hand onto her center as you kiss her hard, your other hand coming up to tangle in her hair. She moans into your mouth when she feels your tongue slip past her lips, and you know you're this close to getting that cinnamon roll.
Both her arms come to wrap around your waist, and you use the hand you were cupping her with to reach back and pull the roll out of her hand.
Except, there's no cinnamon roll.
You pull back confused, searching for the breakfast food, but there's nothing in her hands now and she's still recovering from your surprise make out session.
"San, where's the cinnamon roll?"
She looks at you, still a little bit dazed, and shrugs like she doesn't really give a fuck anymore since she got that instead. You lean over the balcony and see a brown dot on the sidewalk below and you groan in frustration.
"OH COME ON!"
You glare at her and she has the decency to look a little bit guilty, but now she's smirking and playing with the string on your sweatpants and you know she's not really thinking about her precious cinnamon roll anymore.
"I can't believe you dropped it, I hate you."
She stops smirking at you, and actually looks a little annoyed now. "Okay well, you can't just kiss me like that! What were you even expecting?"
You sigh and surrender, because now that you think about it, you're not sure what exactly you were expecting. She pauses before intertwining your hands and pulling you back inside the hotel room, where she cups your cheek. "I'm sorry okay, we'll just go get some from a coffee shop. There's bound to be one around here somewhere."
Half an hour later, when she's laughing and dragging you across the street to escape the group of paparazzi, you glare at her, because this all could've been avoided had she not dropped the stupid cinnamon roll off the balcony. But she just kisses your cheek and pulls you into some coffee shop and you let yourself smile a little because you two really are ridiculous.