"Are you glad to be home?" Santana asked as she walked into Rachel's bedroom. The diva looked up from the book she was reading and smiled up at her girlfriend.
"Yea, I am." she admitted.
"I never asked you... How did your dads react when they found out about what happened in Hawaii?" Santana asked, laying down on Rachel's bed. Rachel bit her lip. "Oh god. No. They hate me, right? I knew that they would."
"No, no! Santana, it's not your fault. What happened with Dean is not your fault." Rachel said, grabbing Santana's hand.
"So they don't hate me? Cause you're my pretty girl and I don't think that I could handle it if your parents hated me." Santana said. Rachel smiled.
"They don't hate you, rich girl." she said, squealing as Santana pulled her into a hug. "Santana, stop tickling me!" she yelled.
"No!" Santana said, laughing as Rachel squirmed.
"You're mean!" Rachel said.
"I'm lovable!" Santana corrected, stopping her attack. Rachel giggled and nodded. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to protect you." she whispered.
"You did protect me." Rachel said.
"Not enough. He still found you. He almost hurt you." Santana said. Rachel cupped her face.
"But you stopped him before anything serious could happen. You protected me." she whispred. Santana shrugged. "I love you so much." she said.
"I love you too." Santana said as Rachel kissed her.
A/N: Sorry its short, just trying to get back into this story!