"So Nationals are coming up." Leroy said. Santana and Rachel looked up from their breakfasts and nodded. "You girls nervous?"
"Nervous? Why would we be nervous?" Rachel asked quickly. Santana looked over at Rachel with a raised eyebrow and laughed. "No we're not nervous, right Tana? No reason to be nervous."
"Right. Not nervous. Not nervous at all." Santana mumbled, smiling at Leroy. He nodded.
"I raised a weird daughter." he muttered, walking out of the kitchen. Santana nodded.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked, turning to Rachel.
"Nothing. I'm not nervous." Rachel said. Santana rolled her eyes.
"Don't believe a word you're saying, baby." she said, eating her cereal.
"Yea, well, you should." Santana shrugged.
"Whatever you say, Rachel. Whatever you say." she mumbled, taking a sip of her orange juice. Rachel glared at Santana. "What?"
"Don't make fun of me."
"I'm not making fun of you." Santana promised, kissing her girlfriend's cheek. "I'm lovingly teasing you. There's a difference." she said. Rachel rolled her eyes. "We're gonna be late for school. Let's go."
"Fine." Rachel huffed. Santana grinned and pulled her in for a kiss.
"Forgive me?" she whispered. Rachel broke down and smiled.
"Yes." she said. Santana grinned.
"Good."
A/N: Sorry its short, just trying to get back into this story!