Rachel and Leroy were shopping for groceries. "Daddy, will you please stop?" Rachel asked.
"Rachel, sweetie, I just don't understand why you chose her." he said.
"Because I like her, Daddy. She's good to me. She took me on the most romantic date last night."
"Sweetie, she played with your feelings to break you and Finn up." he replied.
"But you hate Finn, Daddy." Rachel countered.
"Well, I'm not a big fan of her either."
"Daddy, face it. You hate any person I date." Rachel said. He started to speak, but she cut him off. "Just stop it. I'm going to go get your cereal. Please just stop." she said, walking off toward the cereal aisle. She was attempting reach the Cheerios that Hiram wanted, but they were on the top shelf. Suddenly, a box was bicked up and handed to her. "Thank you so much." she said, not paying the helpful person much mind.
"Do you have a thing for Cheerios?" Santana teased, smiling. Rachel grinned and turned to see her girlfriend clad in running shorts and a t-shirt with her hair straightened and down.
"Yea, I guess so. But you're not a Cheerio anymore." she said. Santana shrugged and kissed her girlfriend.
"Good morning." she whispered. Rachel smiled.
"Mmm... Good morning. I had fun last night." she said. Santana smiled.
"So did I... so... are these for you?" she asked.
"They're for my daddy. I still have to get my dad's cereal and mine." Rachel said. Santana nodded.
"Okay. What other kinds do you need?" Santana asked.
"Uh... Raisin Bran Crunch and Frosted Flakes." Rachel said. Her girlfriend smirked.
"Raisin Bran Crunch? Damn... my girl's a total bore." Santana teased. Rachel rolled her eyes.
"Very funny. They're for my dad." Rachel clarified as Santana grabbed the boxes from the top shelf.
"Here's a hint... you should probably go for cereals that are within your reach." she said with a smile. Rachel rolled her eyes and kissed the Latina.
"Whatever. So what are you doing here?" she asked.
"Hey, even the lonely and neglected have to eat too." Santana said, only half-joking. Rachel smiled softly and sadly. "What are you doing here?" Santana asked.
"Daddy wanted me to go grocery shopping with him. I haven't done that since I was a little girl." Rachel explained.
"Well, that was nice of him."
"Yea not really." Rachel said. Santana's brow furrowed. "Its nothing." she assured her girlfriend. Santana raised an eyebrow.
"Rachel, what's taking so long?" Leroy asked, walking into the aisle. "Oh. Its you." he said, noticing Santana.
"Hello, sir." she said, clearly nervous.
"Santana was helping me get the cereal from the top shelf, Daddy." Rachel explained. He nodded, unimpressed. They all stood awkwardly for a few moments.
"Uh... I'll call you later, Rach." Santana said softly. She started to lean in, but stopped when she remembered Leroy.
"Wait, Tana, you don't have to leave." Rachel said, grabbing her hand.
"No, its okay. I have to finish my shopping. Uh..." Santana glanced at Leroy. "Do you want to come over this afternoon?" she asked Rachel. The diva glanced at her father.
"Daddy? Can I?" Rachel asked. He sighed.
"I guess. But you can't spend the night and you need to be home by ten." he said.
"Daddy!" Rachel hissed. Santana raised an eyebrow at her girlfriend. "My curfew is midnight on weekends."
"Not tonight. We're visiting your grandparents for the day tomorrow. We're leaving at eight." he said.
"Oh yea. Sorry. I forgot." Rachel said. Santana smiled at Rachel.
"I'll see you then. Want to come over around three?" she asked. Leroy sighed.
"Why don't you just go home with Santana? I mean, if that's okay with her and her parents." Leroy suggested. Rachel bit her lip.
"Its fine with me, but my parents are working all day today." Santana explained. He raised an eyebrow.
"So you two will be at your house alone?"
"Daddy!"
"Sir, I understand where you're coming from and I promise that I'm not going to hurt your daughter and I won't pressure her to do anything." Santana said. Leroy raised an eyebrow and Rachel looked embarrassed. "I mean, we'll be okay." Santana said. He nodded.
"Well, I'll take the cereal and get going." Leroy said. Santana looked at the boxes of cereal in her hands and handed them to Leroy. Rachel handed him the Cheerios. "Bye Rachel. Have fun. Be home by ten." he said, nodding at Santana as he walked away.
"Your dad totally hates me." Santana said as he turned the corner.
"He doesn't totally hate you." Rachel said. Santana raised an eyebrow.
"Yea, he does Rach. I know what being hated by parents feels like." Santana said, smiling. Rachel grabbed the cart and started pushing. "Whoa, Rach, I can do that. Its my cart." she said.
"Tana, I can push a shopping cart." Rachel said.
"Yea, but its my stuff." Santana pointed out. Rachel ignored her and kept walking. "Then again, the view back here is amazing." Santana said, looking at Rachel in a mini skirt and form fitting shirt with her hair in a tight ponytail.
"Come along, dear." Rachel said, smiling back at her girlfriend. Santana grinned and ran forward to catch up with Rachel. "All right. What else do you need?" Rachel asked, inspecting the shopping cart. "Other than fruit..." Rachel said, noticing all the junk food.
"Hey. I've cared for myself for most of my life and have survived on junk food and managed to look this good." Santana said. However, she did head in the direction of the produce aisle. "Come along, dear." she teased. Rachel rolled her eyes and followed. They finished up Santana's shopping and paid for the food before loading the groceries in her car and driving back to Santana's house. "Thanks for helping, Rach." Santana said as the put the groceries away in her kitchen.
"Of course. And I'm sorry about Daddy." the diva said.
"He has every right to hate me, Rach. I was horrible to you growing up and I pretended to like you to break you and Finn up." Santana said, leaning against the counter.
"Except, you weren't pretending." Rachel pointed out.
"Yea, but I hadn't admitted that I liked you yet."
"Look, it doesn't matter what he thinks. I like you. I really like you, Santana. That's all that matters." Rachel said. Santana smiled and grabbed Rachel's hand, pulling her closer and resting her free hand on Rachel's hip.
"I really like you too." Santana whispered, leaning closer and kissing her as Rachel's free hand gently grasped her neck. Santana's eyes started to flutter shut, but something outside her window caught her attention. Never breaking the kiss, the Latina opened one eye and looked out the window. "Oh my god!" she yelled, jumping back.
"What? What's wrong?" Rachel asked. Santana turned Rachel around. "Daddy?" Rachel yelled, running over to open the back door. "Did you follow us back to Santana's house?" she asked.
"Yes, I did. And I'm glad that I did. I knew she'd try to have sex!"
"That never even crossed my mind!" Santana said.
"So my daughter's not good enough for you to sleep with?" he asked.
"There's no right answer to that question, sir." Santana said. Rachel raised an eyebrow. "No matter what I say, you'll be mad." Santana explained.
"Daddy, we kissed. It was an innocent kiss. She's my girlfriend." Rachel said. Santana looked down as Leroy glared at her. "Please leave, Daddy. I'll be home by ten, I promise." Rachel said.
"Rachel, I don't know if-"
"Daddy! I trust her! Isn't that enough for you?" Rachel yelled. He sighed.
"I guess..." he said as Rachel pushed him out the door.
"Bye!" she said, slamming the door and locking it. "Oh my god. Baby, I'm so sorry." Rachel said. Santana nodded.
"That was weird." she said.
"Uh yeah. It definitely was weird. I'm sorry." Santana smiled.
"Told you he hates me." Santana said. Rachel rolled her eyes. "Let's watch a movie, baby." Santana said, kissing her on the cheek and walking into the living room.