How the Lost Get Reacquainted

A.N.: okaay, so here's chapter 3. This is the longest so far. I'm just gonna do this now to get it over with because Im kinda grounded for a week... So two chapters in one day! Enjoy!

R&R

Disclaimer: Don't own it, never will...

Cheerios practice was a bitch, like always. So that couldn't explain why she had knots in her stomach. Who was she kidding she knew exactly why. It was because Rachel was coming over. She read the text over for like the 20th time, 'I'll be there in 10. :).

Her palms were sweaty. She tried to dry them off on the legs of her skinny jeans. Didnt work. Instead they grew impossibly sweatier when the doorbell rang. 'Calm down. It's only Rachel.' she reminded herself as she answered the door. She almost died from laughter at the sight in front of her: Rachel Berry with her arms filled with different snacks, movies, and pillows making it hard to see her face and harder for the brunette to walk.

"Need some help Rach?" she said in between giggles.

"Ha-Ha. Actually, yes. That would be extremely helpful." Santana grabbed what she could and carried everything to the couch where she let it drop. Rachel soon followed suit. Normally, Rachel would be disgusted by the actions they just did but she learned it's just easier to go with the flow around the taller girl. Thirty minutes into Rachel's favorite movie, Funny Girl, Santana felt her squirming. If it were anyone else, she'd just tell them to sit still but she learned that this usually meant Rachel was uncomfortable about something.

"Okaay. What's the matter Tiny? You're practically squirming off the couch." she asked using the special nickname she thought of. The girl in question sighed.

"I don't know San, it's just Finn, he ke -"

"Ay Dios! Don't tell me he's harrassing you again? What doesn't that pendejo understand? No means no!" The Latina could feel the rage bubbling up inside her because nobody messes with her girl (Yeah, because she totally gets to call her that in her mind.). She's pretty sure Rachel could too beacuse it's rare for Santana to speak Spanish. She once shared with the girl that she only does it moments of passion. Then she wraggled her eyebrows at the double meaning which made Rachel blush a deep crimson color. So she knew she had to calm down. She just actually had to do it first.

Rachel cupped each side of her face and stared into her eyes. She instantly relaxed but still had the urge to bash Finn's face in. "San, calm down. It wasn't like that. I was just gonna say that with him hanging around, it's gonna be harder for me to move on. Especially since I like someone else..." she looked down at her lap in embarrassment.

"Oh." was all she could say to that. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with me? she thought to herself. "So. who is he?" she said with narrowed eyes that almost made Rachel think she was seriously jealous. Almost.

"I wouldn't say it's a he more like a she..." Rachel supplied with a shrug.

Don't freak out, don't freak out... It was like a mantra playing over and over in her head." Oh damn Berry, I didn't think you had the ovaries." she said cooly, bumping shoulders with the girl.

"Yeah, me neither. I guess I learned from the best." she smiled shyly pushing a piece of stray hair behind her ear. Santana felt her heart skipp a beat.

"Aww. come on, don't give me that. My ego is big enough. But who is she?"

She pretended to think about it. "Hmm. Lets see. Is it Brittany? You have some sort of wierd duck fetish?" Rachel burst out laughing but didn't answer. "Or is it Mercedes? Wanting some chocolate on those berries huh?" this only seemed to make her laugh harder. "Could it be Tina? Got you cravin' some Asian sauce?" The look of pure horror on Rachel's face made Santana start laughing. She decided to have a little fun. She stood up with her 'sex face' on and ran to the back of the couch behind Rachel, crouching just below her her. "Or is it Quinn? Does Barbie get you hot under those animal sweaters?" She whispered hotly in her ear. Not missing the shiver Rachel gave. She smirked before breathing in to calm her nerves, she needed all the nerves she could get for this one. "I know. It's me isnt it? You need a Latin babe to spice up your life?" she whispered, surprised that her voice seemed to drop a few octaves on it's own.

She then walked to the front of the couch, dragging her arm across the back of the chair and Rachel's neck for that matter. She smiled that sickly sweet smile that meant she was up to no good and plopped down on Rachel's lap. "You didn't answer my question Tiny." she fake pouted.

"Y-yes." Rachel breathed shakily after a few moments.

"Yes to what?" Santana asked still perched on her lap with that same smile. She was actually proud she made it this far. She just needed one more answer that would make or break her.

"Yes, it's you." she pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth. A nervous tic that Santana noticed. She also noticed she hasn't said anything in like a minute. She was just joking around. She didn't mean for Rachel to just spill her feelings like that.

Whatever. It's now or later.

She lifted Rachel's chin with her index finger and stared at her. She didn't know what to say so she did what she knew. She kissed her, hoping all her emotions and everything she felt for the girl would be put into that ine kiss. Their first kiss Santana noted when they broke apart gasping for air.

"Wow." Rachel started. "That was..."

"Breath-taking." Santana said before her mind could catch up and stop her from saying something stupid like she just did. Only, it wasnt stupid. It felt right to say it so she did. And plus Rachel was totally into that so bonus points. Rachel looked at her and smiled. That was when Santana realized that this could be love.

xHTLGRx

Last night was a big blur. She knew she didn't have a hangover because she was able to sit up. Then she looked around and her eyes landed on the most beautiful girl she's ever seen. What? Nobody told her Rachel looked like a Godess when she slept. Her hair was desheveled in the sexiest way possible. It was strewn about the pillow in a mess of angles and layers. The white sheet did nothing if not complete the look. Then she loked down. Okay, so she was fully clothed so she didn't have sex with Rachel so why was she OH... Last night's events hit her like a train on a track.

Santana knew she had game but dayum. Who would've thought she had it in her? She decided to think of how she'd approach the subject while she watched the talented beauty in front of her sleep. She was contemplating the idea of breakfast in bed when she heard a groggy voice.

"You know, watching people sleep is very creepy." Rachel yawned cracking an eye open.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" Santana whispered.

"Sort of. You were thinking really loud. It was hard no to wake up." Santana stared at her amused.

"Sometimes I think you really are psychic." Rachel just shrugged.

"I have my days."

"That you do." Santana yelled walking downstairs to go make breakfast for them. And I have my nights. she thought to herself.

A.N.: Yeah so here you go. Looks like today was a twofer. Don't expect it often this is only because I wanted to get this up before my I can't use the computer anymore. *Kanye Shrugg* Thanks for reading. Don't forget to R&R. Until next time...

TPE