Santana smiled at Rachel, kissed her again, and walked to the doorway before turning around to smile at Rachel. "Are you coming with me or are you just going to sit on the toilet by yourself?" Santana asked. Rachel smiled and Santana walked over to Rachel and offered Rachel her hand. Rachel took the hand and allowed Santana to pull her up off the toilet and out of the bathroom. Santana smiled and leaned in to softly kiss Rachel. The smaller girl smiled and Santana pulled Rachel into a hug. Rachel smiled again.
"Santana, I don't think you know how long I've wanted this." Rachel said. Santana smiled.
"Well, I know now Rachel." Santana said. She fell down on the bed, pulling Rachel into the space next to her.
"Santana, what are we doing?" Rachel asked. Santana gave her a confused look. "I mean, what are we doing, like, right now? I'm not ready for-" Santana cut her off.
"I know you aren't, Rachel. I'm not pushing you to do anything. I just want to lay with you for a little bit." Santana said. Rachel smiled as Santana wrapped her arm around Rachel's waist and pulled her closer. "Rachel this isn't about hooking up. Okay? This is about us. Its about you and me." Santana said. Rachel nodded and after awhile, the two girls fell asleep. They didn't wake up until there was the phone rang. Groaning, Rachel reached over and picked it up. Santana watched as she listened to the message.
"That was Mr. Schuester informing us of our wakeup call. We are to be in the lobby at precisely 8:00." Rachel said. The taller girl had to bite back her laughter. "What is so funny, Santana?" she asked.
"Its just us in here, Rachel. You don't have to be so formal." Santana said. Rachel thought back to what she had said and giggled. "We should get ready." Santana suggested. Rachel nodded her agreement and exited the bed. Well, attempted to. Before she could stand up, Santana pulled her back into a kiss. "This is nice." Santana said. Rachel nodded with her eyes still closed. Santana smiled and pecked her on the lips again before sending her on her way. Santana remained in the bed for fifteen minutes longer before getting up and getting ready. At 7:55, Santana sat on the bed, where she had been sitting for ten minutes straight. "Rachel, come on. You've been getting ready for over forty-five minutes." she complained. Rachel opened the door.
"Santana, you're a girl. You know how long it takes to get… ready…" Rachel trailed off when she saw Santana. "How long did it take you to get ready?" she asked.
"Fifteen minutes. Let's go." Santana said. She made her way to the door but was stopped by a pair of arms wrapping around her waist. "What's up, Rae?" Santana asked, smiling.
"What are we going to tell people, San?" Rachel asked. Santana closed her eyes. "I mean, I wasn't sure if you wanted to be out quite yet or if we're even an official couple…" The taller girl turned around and kissed Rachel.
"Do you want to be official?" Santana whispered. Silently, Rachel nodded her head and looked in the other girl's eyes. "Then Rachel Berry, will you be my official, amazing, talented, and incredibly hot girlfriend?" Santana asked. Rachel smiled sadly.
"I'm not hot." she whispered before looking down. Santana frowned and ducked her head to meet Rachel's eyes. When Rachel refused to look at Santana, the taller girl put her hand under the diva's chin and gently lifted Rachel's head up.
"Yes you are. Do not ever listen to Karofsky, or Sue Sylvester, or another Cheerio again, because they are all wrong. I am sorry that I ever made you feel that way. Rachel, you are beautiful." Santana said.
"No, you're beautiful. I'm pretty, at best." Rachel said.
"You're beautiful. Don't you ever think differently." Santana said. Rachel smiled.
"Yes. I'll be your girlfriend." Rachel said. Santana grinned. "But what do we tell the rest of the club?" Santana's smile deflated.
"I don't know. Do you think we should keep quiet until after Nationals? The club doesn't need another distraction." Santana said. Rachel nodded.
"Plus, what if Jesse leaves before its actually time for competition? Think of all the direction and advice we could lose. Think of what he could do. He could go and tell Vocal Adrenaline all of our strategies and secrets about our performance. I mean, we're already going to have to work to make sure that they don't spy on us while we're rehearsing." Rachel said. Santana nodded in agreement.
"So… we keep us to ourselves. But what about when we're in there? I don't want to go back to insulting you." Santana said.
"You're Santana Lopez. People will know something is up if you don't. Trust me, I'll be fine with it. You and I will know its for show. Plus, look at it this way. Keeping us a secret will give us a chance to explore us without everyone jumping on our cases. This can be a good thing." Rachel said. Santana smiled.
"Okay, but just know that no matter what I say out there, I really do like you, Rachel. A lot." Santana said.
"I know you do." Rachel said.
"And I'm not ashamed of you. That's not what keeping quiet about us is about." Santana continued.
"I never thought that." Rachel said before leaning up to hug Santana reassuringly. "I never thought that for a second." she whispered into Santana's ear. Santana hugged Rachel back.
"Good. Because I'm not. I just think that the group needs to spend the next two weeks focusing on Nationals, and not us." Santana said. Rachel nodded.
"I completely agree, Santana… its kind of amazing how much things have changed in such a short amount of time." Rachel said. Santana shook her head.
"We have to admit, we were becoming semi-friends since I started working at your uncle's restaurant. That's a huge step forward for us. Its, like, getting married." she said, covering her mouth when she realized what she said. "That came out weird. That's not what I meant…" Santana trailed off, clearly embarrassed. Rachel smiled.
"I knew what you meant, San." Rachel said. Santana smiled and hugged Rachel. Rachel was about to kiss Santana when a knock at their door pulled them apart.
"What do you want?" Santana growled.
"Rach, Mr. Schue says that you guys need to come down now." Finn said. Santana glared at the door.
"Thank you Finn. We'll be right down." Rachel said in her normal cheery tone.
"Cool. I was thinking that maybe you and I could talk on the way there." Finn said. The smaller girl looked up at her girlfriend. Santana shook her head.
"Sure Finn. Just give me a second." Rachel said. 'I'm sorry.' she mouthed to her girlfriend as she walked to get her bag.
"Rachel, I don't think that's a good idea." Santana whispered. Rachel shrugged and grabbed her bag, phone, and key.
"I'm sorry. You have to trust me, Santana." Rachel said.
"I can't exactly trust Frankenteen, Rachel." Santana argued.
"San, I owe him that much." Rachel said. Santana sat down on the bed. Rachel sat in her lap and kissed her forehead. "I'm so sorry. But I need to do it, okay?" she asked. Santana looked at her for a moment and sighed heavily.
"Fine, Rachel. It's okay. Go ahead and talk to Finn." Santana said. Rachel gave Santana a small and kissed her. "I'll go first, okay?" Santana said. Rachel nodded and Santana stood up and grabbed her bag, phone, and key. She kissed Rachel once more before opening the door. She glared at Finn, pushed past him, and made her way to the elevators to go downstairs. Rachel came out the room soon after.
"What did you want to talk about Finn?" Rachel asked. Finn smiled and they walked to the elevators and got in one. Finn pressed the button before he spoke again.
"Us. I've been thinking… we go great together. You're the only girl I think about and I think about you all the time." Finn said.
"You're with Quinn." Rachel said. Finn shook his head.
"We broke up at the funeral. We broke up because I still love you." Finn said. Rachel looked at him with wide eyes.
"Finn…" Rachel said. She looked up and noticed that they were nearing the lobby. Finn smiled and kissed her just as the doors opened. Rachel heard a series of gasps and jumped back. All of New Directions was staring at them, but the only face she registered was Santana's who looked at the two, glared at Finn, before looking at Rachel again. She rolled her eyes and walked away.