Santana, Rachel, Brittany, and Quinn walked into their Hawaiian hotel room. Jaw dropped at the beautiful room, Santana set her bag down on one of the beds as Rachel walked over to their balcony to look at the view. "Oh my god. San, come here." Rachel said. Smiling, Santana walked to her girlfriend's side and looked out the window. "Isn't it beautiful?" Rachel asked. Santana looked down and nodded her agreement, chuckling as Rachel yawned.
"Are you tired, pretty girl?" she asked. Rachel nodded and leaned into Santana's body. "What about you guys?" the Latina asked the blondes, who shook their heads. "Okay... Rae, why don't you go to sleep and we'll go check out the hotel for a little bit so you'll have some silence? Is that okay?" Santana suggested. Everyone nodded and the three former cheerleaders were soon out the door. By the time they reached the lobby, Brittany was yawning.
"Britt, I thought you said that you weren't tired." Quinn said. Brittany shrugged.
"I wasn't... but now I am... maybe I can only be tired on this floor..." Brittany said. Santana smiled.
"I doubt it. Let's just get some magazines from the gift shop and go back upstairs. I can see sleep starting to make its way into Quinn's eyes and I could fall asleep if I tried." she said. Soon, they were quietly making their way back into their room. Smiling at the sleeping figure of her girlfriend, Santana made her way over to the bed that the blondes were to share, settling between her friends as the three read one of the magazines they had bought. Within fifteen minutes, all three girls were fast asleep. After what felt like thirty seconds, Quinn was woken up by something that sounded like a person yelling.
"No... no! Please stop doing this to me!" she heard. Carefully sitting up, Quinn looked around and saw that Rachel was the one yelling.
"S... S, wake up." Quinn whispered, shaking her friend who was sprawled across the two blondes.
"What do you want, Q?" the Latina mumbled.
"Its Rachel, I think she's having a nightmare or something." Quinn said. Suddenly wide awake, Santana jumped off the bed and was at her girlfriend's side in two seconds.
"Rae, baby, wake up. You're okay, just wake up." Santana said. Rachel continued yelling in her sleep and, with fear in her eyes, Santana looked at Quinn and a now awake Brittany.
"Is she okay?" Quinn asked.
"I... I don't know. I've never seen her this bad before." Santana whispered, clearly on the verge of tears. "Rachel, baby, I'm here, just wake up." Santana pleaded as she stroked her girlfriend's hair. "I'm here for you, pretty girl. Just wake up, please." After five or so minutes, Rachel was calm enough that Santana was able to get on the bed and pull her into her arms. Still stroking her hair, Santana let the tears fall. "You're okay, baby. I got ya." she whispered. Rachel suddenly looked up at her. "Oh dear god." Santana breathed, kissing her girlfriend softly.
"San... Santana, I was... oh my god." Rachel said, crying. Looking at her two friends, Santana picked Rachel up and carried her into the bathroom.
"Are you okay?" Santana whispered, allowing the diva to sit on the closed toilet seat as she sat on the edge of the tub, much like when they first acknowledged their feelings for each other back in New York.
"No... it hasn't been that life like since we lived in the same town as him. When we moved to Lima they weren't as vivid. I guess I felt that since I wasn't in the same town, I was safer." Rachel said. Santana frowned.
"You don't think... no. There's no possible way that he could be here, right?" Santana asked. Rachel shook her head.
"No. Last I heard, he was in jail." she said. Santana nodded, though visibly unsure.
"Do you want to go get some coffee, pretty girl?" she asked softly. Rachel smiled slightly.
"I'd like that, rich girl." she whispered. Santana smiled and stood up, offering her hand to the diva.
"We're going to go get some coffee from downstairs." Santana said to the blondes as they walked out of the room. Heading to the elevator, Santana put a comforting hand on Rachel's back. "You have no idea how scared I was, babe." she said softly. Rachel frowned.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize. I've just never seen it that bad before." Santana said. Stepping into the elevator, she looked at the advertisments. "Whoa. They have surf lessons here. I have got to try that." she said, grinning as she turned to Rachel. "Will you do it with me?" she asked hopefully. Rachel smiled.
"I doubt I'd be very good at it, but I'd love to watch you surf." Rachel replied. Santana frowned at the answer. "San, if you want to do it, then do it. We're on vacation, go for it." Rachel said. Santana nodded.
"I'll talk to the guy at the front desk when we're in the lobby." she said, heading straight for the front desk when they reached the lobby. "Hi. Who do I talk to about surfing lessons?" she asked. He pointed her in the right direction and they went. Santana walked into a small office and immediately stopped in her tracks. "H... Hi..." she stammered as she looked at the beautiful girl in the office. Rachel frowned, but ignored her girlfriend's actions.
"Can I help you?" the girl asked with a smile. Santana couldn't form words and Rachel rolled her eyes.
"She wants to sign up for surfing lessons." the diva offered. Santana nodded.
"Great! I'm Ronnie. I'm the surf instructor here. Did you want private lessons or a group lesson?" she asked.
"Private." Santana said quickly. Rachel looked up with a raised eyebrow. "I'm not embarrassing myself in front of a bunch of people, Rae." the Latina said.
"I have a slot open tomorrow morning around eleven. Is that okay?" Ronnie asked. Santana nodded. "Great. What's your name?"
"Santana Lopez." Ronnie smiled flirtatioiusly before writing it down and looking at Rachel.
"Did you want one too?" she asked. Rachel smiled with fake sweetness and shook her head.
"No. I'll just be sitting on the beach and watching Santana." she said, hoping the bleach blonde caught her drift as Santana awkwardly cleared her throat.
"Well, I'll see you at eleven." Ronnie said, smiling once more at Santana as the girl's backed out of the office.
"Bye." Santana said lamely before turning around and catching up to her girlfriend. "Rachel, you were kind of rude back there." Santana said. Rachel raised an eyebrow.
"Oh I was, was I?" Santana nodded. "And what would you call flirting with that bleach blonde surfer chick right in front of me?" Rachel asked. Santana opened her mouth but Rachel kept speaking. "San, I really don't care if you think she's attractive. I'm not going to deny that she was. But I need to know that you won't do anything while she's teaching you to surf. I mean, she'll be in a swim suit." Rachel said. Santana smirked.
"Someone's jealous." she teased.
"Someone's in love and doesn't want some bleach blonde beach goddess stealing her girlfriend." Rachel corrected.
"So she's a goddess now?" the Latina teased.
"Santana." Rachel said. Santana's expression softened.
"Baby, you know that you're the only girl that even comes close to being on my mind." she said. Rachel smiled and started to lean in.
"Santana!" The Latina turned when she heard her name.
"Hey Ronnie!" she said, smiling brightly. Rachel bit her lip and went toward the coffee shop and stood in line. Just as she was about to step up, she saw someone oddly familiar. As she connected the pieces in her mind, she gasped and ran away. Seeing her girlfriend still talking to Ronnie, Rachel sprinted to the pair.
"San, we have to go." Rachel said. Santana didn't look away from Ronnie.
"I'm in the middle of a conversation, Rae." Rachel pulled the Latina's face to look at her own.
"Please." she whispered, pleading with her eyes. Seeing her girlfriend's expression, Santana gave her a strange yet concerned look.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"I think... I swear... San, I think I saw him." she said. Santana's eyes went wide and she looked around even though she had no idea who she was looking for.
"Where?"
"The coffee shop." Rachel said, looking around. Santana looked and saw her girlfriend's gaze fixated on one person in particular.
"Ronnie, do you know who that guy is?" Santana asked.
"Uh... He's a new employee. He works in the restaraunt as a waiter. The owner of the hotel hired him on a probationary period, because he did time." she offered. Santana bit her lip and absently pulled Rachel closer to her.
"What's his name?" Rachel asked softly.
"Dean. Dean Carson." Santana watched as Rachel's eyes went wide and immediately knew that was the guy. "Why? Do you know him?" Ronnie asked.
"Can you not tell him we asked about him?" Santana asked. Ronnie nodded. "Thanks. Let's go back to the room, Rae." Santana said. Rachel nodded and allowed Santana to lead her to the elevator.
"San..."
"Baby, I swear if he gets near you, I'll kill him." Santana said. Rachel nodded. "Okay. We won't eat in the restaraunt. You won't leave my side. Do you want to tell my parents?" Santana asked.
"No. I'm not ruining their vacation." Rachel said.
"Rae, they can talk to somebody about it. They can keep you safe." Santana said.
"No." Santana sighed.
"All right. We won't tell them. But I'm telling you, they can help." Santana whispered.
"San, please. Just protect me and I'll be fine." Rachel said.
"Baby, I don't want you to get hurt. He hurt you before. I don't want it to happen again." her girlfriend said. Rachel shook her head. "Rachel, please." Santana pleaded.
"We'll tell them if it gets too much for me to handle." Rachel compromised.
"That's code for we'll tell them if something really bad happens." Santana said. Rachel shook her head.
"Please. I know my limits." she whispered. Santana sighed, but gave in.
"If I think that you're scared for one second, I'm telling them." she said. Rachel nodded.
"Fair enough." Santana nodded and kissed her girlfriend. "I love you, Santana."
"I love you too, Rach. I want to protect you." she said. Rachel smiled.
"I know you do." They stepped out of the elevator and went to their room.
"Are you okay, Rachel?" Brittany asked. The diva nodded in response.
"Where's the coffee?" Quinn asked.
"Something came up." Santana said, giving them a look that told them they'd find out later. Nodding, the blondes fell back asleep. Slipping back into bed, Santana pulled Rachel into her arms. "Its been a long time since I held you in a hotel room." she whispered. Rachel smiled.
"Too long." she agreed, kissing the Latina before falling asleep.