So I am at my mom's right now. using the computer! To give you yet another chapter! Hi guys! Hi... hey... whats up... Oh whats that you love my story! That is so awesome of you. I kind of like you guys too. Remember read, enjoy and FRICKIN review... sorry got carried away.

Chapter 21

"Are you telling me that you never learned how to ride a bike?" Santana was staring at the smaller girl, her mouth opened in shock. "How the hell do you get around?"

"It's a funny thing really." Rachel walked up to her. "You see people have these things called feet. And they just so happen to be attached to legs." Santana rolled her eyes.

"Okay, stop being such a fucking smart ass. Ow!" Rachel swatted at her. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." The taller girl yelled, trying to back peddle away from her girlfriend. "It's in my DNA to curse. I'm trying." Her arms were raised to block another attack. Rachel just stared after her.

"Well stop cursing and teach me how to ride this thing." She swept a hand over the bike between them.

It was one of Santana's old ones. A pitch black mountain bike with 10-speed controls. To Santana it just looked like an old bike. To Rachel however, she looked at it like a death machine. Her biggest problem was the chain... It didn't look shiny and new. The Latina slowly approached her.

"Right, go ahead and sit down on the seat." She patted it, waiting for Rachel to follow directions. After some struggle, she managed to hop aboard. "Ok, now I'm going to release the kick stand." There was a sharp metallic clink! and the bike wobbled.

"S-santana.." Rachel's voice quivered. A hand met her back, steadying the girl.

"It's okay, I got you. Now put your feet on the peddles and I'll hold on until you get your balance." She slid her hand from Rachel's back and onto her waist. The movement causing shivers to pass over the smaller female.

"Like this." Rachel asked, slowly pushing with her legs and setting the bike into motion.

"Yep, now just keep your weight even and don't try to turn the handlebars unless you need too." Santana reassured her, keeping her hold on her waist. "Okay, now peddle a little faster." Rachel did, the bike wobbling again as Santana tried to keep up with her.

"This is... This is great." She almost squealed, her legs still moving.

"Good. Now here's the fun part. Don't crash!" And with that Santana released Rachel, ignoring her panicked shout. "Just keep it balanced!" She shouted after her girlfriend.

Rachel bit her bottom lip with worry as she stopped peddling to focus her attention on balance. To her, this was some scary shit.

"And don't stop peddling!" Santana yelled again. Rachel barely nodded. She began moving her legs again, taking pride in the fact that she had yet to fall. She looked back.

"I'm doing it Santana! Im-"

Santana winced as she witnessed her girlfriend ride right into a wall of bushes. When she didn't reappear after a few minutes, the Latina ran to her, full force.

"Rach... Berry, are you okay?" She asked into the bushes. She could see where Rachel fell into them, but she couldn't see Rachel. A moan met her ears. "Damn it Berry. Where the hell are you? I can't see through these fucking plants." A hand shot out to Santana, and the taller girl quickly took it.

Pulling Rachel from the bush, she took in the appearance of her tattered girlfriend. The only damage she could see was a few twigs in her hair and a small cut on her chin. Oh and the pain to her arm once Rachel had managed to hit her for swearing.

"What were you doing?" Rachel asked her with a pout.

"Well, I was watching you ride a bike, then I guess I wanted to go Berry picking." Santana replied simply. Rachel gaped up at her.

"Berry.. picking.. Really Santana! I could have been hurt. That joke is so lame." She huffed as she picked the bike back up and started walking it towards the house. Santana followed after her.

"But you're fine... And I came to save you from the bushes. And you love my jokes." She sounded like a child. Rachel found it amusing.

"Well I can tell you that there is one bush I don't need saving from. Since it is attached to my girlfriend and she nearly killed me." Rachel replied, placing the bike back in the garage. Santana stared at her. The balls on this woman! Collect yourself Lopez... Collect yourself.

"Well that's funny Rach, because I seem to remember a certain brunette helped me trim my bush the other day." She shot back. "So unless that fall knocked the sense out of you, there is no bush to worry about." And with that she left Rachel standing still in the middle of her garage.

"I hate you sometimes."

"No you don't. You fucking love me."

"Santana!"

Hoped you liked it. I will be bouncing back and forth between computers for now, so hold on! There is still more to come.