A/N: Another short one, but bear with me as I find my muse again to write this story, I want to get to the end and not just abandon this story. I hope everyone enjoys and please R/R reviews make me want to write more. And thanks to all of you who have stuck around after all this time!

The week went by slow but uneventful. Rachel mostly slept at her own house, because her dads were starting to think that she spent too much time with me. Which was true, but at least we got a couple hours after school to make out. I don't know if it was because we were both exhausted from school or what, but it never went further then a stray touch here and and swift kiss there. Some days we would just quietly lie on my bed, my arm wrapped around her and pulling her until her back pressed against my front. We would lie like that for hours, just in complete peace. No worry in the world.

Of course I have no idea what was going on in her head, but mine was filled with futures that now seemed attainable. My arm would get better and I would get a spot on the motocross team. I'd be amazing, on the cover of magazines, not just Motocross Magazine, but big time magazines like Cosmopolitan or Elle or Harper's Bazaar. All of them wanting to do a shoot with me because the talk of my fabulous talents was so widespread that everyone wanted a piece of me, even if they specialized in bikini models and the most famous actresses. I would be on the cover of Sports Illustrated wearing a fashionable bikini. I've never been self-conscious of my body. I don't know if I'd ever go as far as posing nude, unless it was extremely tasteful I guess.

Santana had weaselled her way into Rachel's life by being her lab partner. It angered me greatly that I wasn't in that class and couldn't monitor things, like punch Santana in the face whenever she touches Rachel no matter how "innocent" it was. I trusted Rachel, but our relationship was still a bit new and I didn't want her being swayed in the direction of a saucy latina who was using all her moves on. Rachel just seemed so innocent, looking beyond the things we did in bed, she was the little girl that helps the creepy man look for his dog in the back of his windowless van. Knowing Rachel her obsessive talking would drive the pervert to beg her to get out of the van.

I loved her obsessive talking. For a couple days, after school while we were spooning on my bed, she would just talk about everything that could possibly come into ones mind. She seemed to be an open book with me, offering her mind with no hesitation and although I mostly stayed silent, I gave her mine with the same certainty. People could call it doomed teen love, or a phase, or whatever they wanted, but I knew, I just knew, that Rachel was my forever. She made me yearn for the future, instead of fearing it and it didn't matter what school she got in to, I would follow her there without hesitation. Everything can work out, as long as you love the person enough to make it work.

She never brought up Santana being her lab partner and I didn't want to press the issue or mention it in any way. I didn't want to start any unnecessary fight. I trusted Rachel enough to tell me if something happened that she couldn't deal with on her own. Of course that did not mean my jealousy was flying through the roof. I just knew Santana was putting the moves on her, as many moves as she knew. I could just picture her arm lightly brushing Rachel's by "accident" and then the way Santana would bat her long eyelashes and laugh lightly with an "Ooopps, sorry" at the end of it all. She would look Rachel deep in her eyes and Rachel could easily be sucked in by those glowing brown orbs, like in a trance as long as Santana kept her eyes on Rachel's. I knew how it worked. She did it to me.

It was Friday afternoon when all that jealousy finally bubbled over top and before I knew it words were coming out of my mouth. We were laying in our usual positions on my bed, my arm holding her back against me. We decided that tonight we would spend the night together and I had to admit I was really missing her body against mine during the night.

But despite all the good things that were swirling around the room, my jealousy was through the roof and I just couldn't hold back any longer. I mean if Santana poisoned her lab partner just to get an in with Rachel, she would stop at nothing to get her.

"So how are things with Santana being your lab partner," I whispered, as I planted careful kisses along her neck.

"Fine I suppose," Rachel said, than as an afterthought, "actually she's been very nice. She hasn't called me any names or shoved me in any lockers or anything like that. She's just a normal lab partner."

"No touching or grazing of arms with a giggle attached," I asked dubiously.

Rachel thought for a moment then rolled over onto her back to face me, "You will never have anything to worry about."

She reached up to the back of my neck and pulled me down for a soft kiss.

"It will always be you Britt."