Ugh! Did you watch Glee? I love me some Pezberry but Faberry is canon! And Santana knows! fucking Santana... I love that bitch...uh anyways! Here's another one!

Chapter 18

"I am not helping you do that." Rachel huffed, staring down at the grimy looking lawn mower. Santana was replacing the gas cap back on when she turned to face her girlfriend.

"Never mowed a lawn before Berry?" She set the fuel container aside and approached Rachel.

"No, My Dad's always did it. And I never intend too." She stood her ground, even though Santana was basically on top of her. Her face caught in a smirk.

"Then what do you call last night? You mowed my lawn prett-" Rachel's hand cut her off, her face burning with embarrassment. Taking a few calming breaths, she looked her girlfriend dead in the eye.

"If I agree to help you, will you please promise to clean up your mouth?" She pleaded, only removing her hand when Santana nodded. The Latina leaned forward and gave Rachel a small kiss.

"No promises, But I'll try." Rachel loved these moments. When Santana let her bad ass alter-ego go.

"Thank you." She turned to the mower. "Now how exactly do you start this thing?"

"Well, you see this bar right here?" Rachel nodded. "Hold that down at all times to keep it moving." Santana moved Rachel's hand so she was holding the bar. " The bottom bar is what powers the front wheels so you don't have to push so hard."

"Okay I get all of that but how do you actually start it?" Rachel cut across her. Santana glared. "Sorry.. Continue."

"Damn right your sorry. Now, keeping holding that top bar and reach down for that pulley right there." She pointed to a fist sized plastic piece. Santana was going to love this. Rachel reached for the pulley and after some struggle because of her short stature, she managed to grab hold.

"Now what?" She looked up at the Latina from an awkward angle.

"Pull." She smirked. "Pull as hard as you can." And Rachel did, landing flat on her ass when the mower started. Scaring the shit out of her. Santana was bent over laughing.

"It's not funny!" She yelled from her back, pride still sore from the fall. "This is why I Don't help you with things. I always end up hurt." Santana stopped laughing and took in Rachel's dejected face.

"Look. I'm sorry okay?" She knelled down, gently running a finger down Rachel's arm. "Want me to start it?" Her voice taking on a soft tone. Rachel stole a glance before sitting up.

"Yes please." Was all she said as she sat almost face to face with her girlfriend. Santana gave her a smile... Like an actual smile. Not the creepy kind where you think you're going to find some horrifying and bloody thing under your pillow. But an actual goddamn smile.

"Now get your tiny ass up and help your master." But of course, THAT Santana was always waiting beneath the surface. Shaking her head, Rachel stood and walked back to the mower.

"Now hold the bar and I'll start it." She went for the pulley. "And don't let go this time." She gave it a hard tug and the mower sprung to life, drowning out any other noise. Rachel looked frightened to be holding onto this dangerous thing, but hold on she did. She didn't even notice when Santana walked behind her.

"You ready?" She semi-shouted, walking right up to Rachel and placing her hands on top of the smaller girls. Rachel's face warmed at the gesture.

"I didn't realize learning to mow the lawn was a hands on technique." Rachel replied, turning her head to catch Santana's eyes. This girl was literally going to mow the lawn with her.

"I can find an excuse to touch you in any situation." Her eye's were hard and sending chills down Rachel's back. "Now let's mow this fucking yard." She gripped Rachel's hands and together they pushed the mower.

Let's just say, people driving by seemed confused as to why a tall brunette was standing behind a small brunette and helping her steer a straight line in the grass.

Rachel helped mow the lawn every week.