Hey guys! Just a few words, I'm going to be moving in like... The next three or four days. So, I'm going to be without a computer for a while cuz I be a broke bitch. So you might not see me for a while. But I will still be writing while I am away. So if suddenly one day your email is filled with like 50 new chapters... You'll know I'm back. Anyways! I love you guys, and remember Read, enjoy, review.

Chapter 20

"You seriously do not know how to do laundry?" Rachel was standing in the wash room, hands on her hips and an amused smirk on her face. "You know how to mow a lawn but have never done laundry?" Her smirk just kept getting bigger. Santana wasn't having it.

"I had to teach you how to use a lawnmower!" She was leaning against the sink that the washer ran into. "In case you forgot, plus I still have to start the damn thing for you." Rachel rolled her eyes. Who knew moving in with your girlfriend, who happened to be Santana Lopez, was going to be a pain in the ass?

"It's loud and I'm small. Can we just get started? Each cycle takes at least a half an hour." She swept a hand over the piles of clothing." And by the looks of it, you have worn every single piece of clothing you own."

It was like a bomb had exploded in their wash room. Rachel had discovered a long time ago that Santana Lopez was not an organizer... And that she owned probably enough clothing for an enitre village. So right now, the main part of the floor seperating the two, was Rachel's dirty clothes. Neatly stacked in baskets. Everything else around it though, was Santana's. And not a basket in sight.

"Okay, how do we do this Berry?" Santana asked, surveying her laundry.

"We start by seperating them. Whites all in one pile and colors in the other." She stated, already picking through a pile. Santana followed suit. Twenty minutes and several muttered curses later, the girls had finally created two piles.

"Now which do you want to wash first?" Rachel asked, walking towards the washer so she could get it ready.

"Why can't we just put them all together? It would be so much fucking easier." Santana almost whined, stopping when Rachel sent her a glare. "Colors." She said, waving her hand to avoid another argument. Rachel always won them anyways so the point was moot.

"Maybe we should wash your mouth instead. If I use a whole bottle of detergent, it might actually clean something."

"Okay, I'm sorry. You know I'm still working on it." She picked up an armful of clothing. "I should have never taught you sarcasm."

"You're just rubbing off on me." Rachel replied, compeletly missing the look on ther other womans face. Santana dumped the clothing into the washer and leaned into Rachel.

"I'd like to rub off on you in different ways." Rachel instantly blushed, smacking her girlfriends arm.

"Shush and pour some detergent in." Her mind still caught up on Santana's remark, she missed the fact that her girlfriend poured in almost four caps.

"Then what?" The Latina said, closing the lid.

"Press the button that says start." Rachel replied, keeping her voice still. Santana rolled her eyes.

"Smart ass. I thought you were the innocent one." She leaned over and pressed the button, purposely brushing her arm against Rachel. The smaller girl pressed back.

"You, of all people, should know that I am anything but innocent." Rachel husked, playing into Santana's game.

"True." Was all the Latina said before she pulled Rachel into a heated kiss.

The two girls tugged and pulled at each other, trying to find extreme closeness. Their lips pressed together in battle, Santana found dominance and tightly wrapped Rachel up. Being the taller one, she was able to easily lift the smaller girl and set her on top of the running washer. Pulling back for a second to get some air, the two girls took in each others lust filled looks. And without spoken word, Santana snaked her hands around Rachel and up the back of her shirt.

Rachel shivered at the touch and arched forward into her lover. Allowing her hands to slide up further and unlatch the smaller brunettes bra. Leaning in more, Santana attached her lips to the crook of Rachel's neck as she slid her hands around to cup her. Biting her soft patch of skin, Santana brought her fingers over Rachel's nipples, earning a moan from parted lips. With Santana all over her, and the washing machine kicking into full cycle, Rachel found herself getting wet... Unusually fast.

"Santana..." Rachel breathed, pressing against her. "I'm getting wet." The Latina lightly bit her again.

"Me too.." She replied, licking the skin to sooth it. The washer was starting to rumble. Rachel panicked, she knew that sound.

"No.. No Santana." She pushed against her again. "I'm actually getting wet!"

"Berry! What are yo... Oh." She pulled back to find the washer overflowing with suds. Rachel jumped off quickly.

"How much detergent did you put in?" She asked, scrambling for a towel to clean up the mess. She quickly pulled the top open, stopping the cycle.

"Uh.. Four caps?" She answered, unsure as what to do. Rachel laughed as she placed the towel on the floor to mop up some of the water.

"I think from now on I'll have to watch you closer." She picked up the damp towel and just dropped it right in the washer. Gotta be washed anyways right?

"If I let you watch me, can we forget about this?" Santana smirked, wrapping Rachel up from behind.

"Laundry can wait."

There you go. Enjoy it.