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Chapter 17

"Are you ready or what?" Santana shouted up the stairs. She had been mindlessly juggling her keys for the last ten minutes.

"Almost." Came Rachel's reply. The Latina scoffed.

"That's what you said ten minutes ago. If you don't gt your delicious ass down here, I'm going to dinner by myself." She all but yelled back, turning for her coat. She had made it to the front door when she heard footsteps.

"I'm here. I'm here." Rachel panted slightly.

"Bout fucking time." The older woman muttered, earning a smack to her arm. "Ow! Damn, it slipped okay?" She earned another smack. "That's slipped too! Stop hitting me before I call the cops." Rachel stopped instantly.

"Really? The cops?" She smirked. "You know that they would just send Puck and mind you, "She paused. "He is still planning his revenge from when you filled his entire patrol car with donuts."

Santana smiled at the memory. "I'd like to see him try. Now lets go shorty! We do have reservations." And she ushered her lady out the door.

How Santana managed to get them a reservation to the best vegan restaurant in town... Rachel had no fucking clue. As a matter of fact, she still had no clue even when their waitress escorted them back to a private table. It was when Santana placed their drink order, that Rachel spoke.

"This place has been booked for months." She leaned across the table and stage-whispered. "How'd you do it?" Santana popped open her menu and chuckled.

"I called last year and made it." Her eye's scanning the different selections. Rachel snapped the menu from her hands and roughly pulled the surprised woman across the table. Her lips on a mission. Once satisfied and out of breath, Rachel released her grip. Santana just stared at her. "Not that I don't love what just happened... But what the hell?" Rachel smiled.

"It was a thank you."

"For what?"

Rachel looked shyly at her hands, the gold band around her finger creating a tug at her lips. For Seven years Rachel has looked at that ring and each day and moment, her feelings never changed.

"For believing in us." She spoke softly, lifting her eye's to meet her wife's. Santana was finding it hard to stay strong. Then again... That is why she reserved a private booth. So any sappy or sexy thing wouldn't be seen. Rachel continued. "For opening up and letting that annoying little junior girl into your life."

""You're still annoying.. and little."Rachel gaped at her. Find it in Santana to go and ruin something romantic.

"And you still have no filter.. and the power to kill all romance." She leaned back, arms now crossed over her chest. Santana wasn't worried, she had it all planned out.

"Look at me Rachel." She did. "You know by now that that is my coping strategy. It's who I am." She took a deep breath before locking their eyes. "I will always believe in us and I've always believed in you." Rachel looked like she was about to cry. "I love you Rach."

"I love you too." Rachel replied, reaching out and taking hold of Santana's hand. They shared a silent moment before Santana ungracefully broke it.

"Now I'm starving. Where's our fucking waiter?"

Rachel face palmed.

"You're lucky I love you Lopez."

"Right back at ya Berry."