Hey there sexy people. I missed you all sooooo much. Well since I am bouncing between computers and working myself to the point of near death. Why not add more to my plate by writing! I just want to give a huge thank you to all the people who took the time to read my stories. I know that they are not the best but it makes me feel good knowing that you guys like them. So please remember, read, enjoy, review. Thank you.

Chapter 22

"Come on Santana! It's not that cold out." Rachel shouted through the crisp winter air. Well, she had to shout considering Santana had about thirty layers on...and that was just her head alone.

"It's fucking freezing." She replied, giving Rachel a knowing look. "And good luck trying to hit me. I won't feel a damn thing." She patted her thick coat with equally thick gloved hands.

"I'll just keep a total of how many times you'll swear on this outing." Rachel smirked at her. "And when we get back home, I'll punish you then."

"Sounds like my kind of night." Santana smirked right back at her. "Tell me Rach. Is this punishment going to be spankings?" She wiggled her eyebrows... Or well at least Rachel thought she did. Something seemed to have moved under that enormous hat.

"Santana, please be quiet and go get our skates." The shorter brunette stared at her.

"Fine." The Latina stated with an eye roll. "Don't know why I agreed to this stupid shi-"

"Santana! Go!" Rachel yelled again, this time pointing to the rental stand.

Eyeing her clearly angered girlfriend, she marched her way through the snow and up to the stand, mumbling the entire time. Rachel stood off to the side of the skating rink, keeping a close eye on her. She face palmed when Santana's voice carried over to her.

"What do you mean two rentals cost Thirty fucking bucks? Those skates look like shit." She was effectively scaring the young boy running the stand. "Am I paying for a tetanus shot along with the skates?" Rachel marched up behind her girlfriend and swung her around.

"What the.."

"Do you always have to cause a scene?" Rachel asked, looking up into her eyes. It was like she was pleading with Santana.

"I'm not causing a scene. This little brat wants Thirty bucks for two pairs of skates." She stated, looking right back at Rachel. The shorter girl took a deep breath.

"One, they are Thirty dollars because they are adult skates. Two, it also covers the admission into the rink. And three," She leaned up into her girlfriends face. "You will apologize to this young man or else." She said the last few words with a bite.

It was like a stand off. Two girls staring each other down, with a scared and confused boy caught in the middle of it. Santana knew she had crossed a line with Rachel if the smaller girl was demanding an apologie from her. And Rachel knew that eventually the taller woman would crack. The boy knew, either way, he was going to have an interesting story to tell his friends after work.

"Fine." Santana said turning to the boy. "I'm sorry." She huffed. "Can we please have two rentals?" He nodded at her and passed her some skates. "Thanks.." She glanced at his name tag. "Garrett. You have a lovely day." And walked away without paying for them.

"Oh my go-.. I'm so sorry." Rachel said, handing the boy some money. "Please just keep the change." And Rachel followed after her pain in the ass girlfriend.

"You're sleeping on the couch tonight." Was all she said as she grabbed her skates from Santana.

"For what?" She snapped back. Halfway through tying her laces.

"For being a bitch." Rachel replied, slapping a hand over her mouth once her brain caught up with her words. Santana's mouth dropped before turning into a wicked smile.

"Ha! I finally got you to swear! That's one hit for me!" She yelled in triumph. Rachel glared at her.

"I didn't mean too. It just slipped out."

"Doesn't matter Berry. Swearing is swearing. You must be punished." Santana replied with an evil glint to her eyes.

"I think being in love with you is punishment enough." Rachel mumbled back, praying to god that Santana didn't hear the 'in love with you' part. She did.

"You're in love with me..?" Her voice came out surprisingly soft. Rachel chanced a glance her way.

"Yes. I am and have been for a while." She had long ago forgotten about tying her skates and leaned into her shocked girlfriend. "I am in love with you, and all the crazy that comes with it." Santana laid her head atop Rachel's.

"Are you fucking with me?" She muttered into Rachel's hair. The smaller girl sighed.

"No I'm not. I love and am in love with you Santana." She pulled her head back slightly to capture her girlfriends eyes. She could see her walls falling down in those eyes.

"Well, I'm in love with you too." Santana replied, leaning down for a kiss. "Even if you are a midget." Rachel groaned.

"Just shut up and kiss me."

"Yes Miss Berry."