Hi... Hi guys and gals. It's me. I am back. So I have been chatting with a few people. And they are pretty awesome. So first off, to the reviewer Dell. Thank you so much for your rant. It was an awesome rant. Lol, those are the kind of things I like to see. It really does help with writing and becoming better. So thank you for ranting to me. Second to momo0424, who has been kind enough to be my top reviewer, I asked you for something special and well... here it is. So I hope you enjoy it. I hope everyone else enjoys it and remember, Read, review and enjoy.

Chapter 25

"You know what tonight is?" Were the first words out of Santana's mouth as she entered the kitchen. Rachel, who had been leaning against the counter top, jumped and dropped her phone to the ground.

"Oh my gosh. San I was just about to call you." She said bending over to grab her phone. Hand still clutched to her heart. "And yes I know what tonight is. We've only been waiting weeks for this." The two stared at each other.

It was like time had slowed in their house as each girl eyed the doorway to the living room. It was so close yet so far away and there, right on the table sat the remote.

"Olympics!" They shouted at the same time. Santana making a bolt for the room as Rachel decided to crawl over the kitchen counter. She hit the ground with a hard THUD! effectively stopping Santana in her tracks.

"Berry, what the hell are you doing?" She stared down at her girlfriend.

"This." And with one swift movement, she wrapped her hand around Santana's ankle and pulled. The older girls face fell, along with her body.

"Oh you did not just fucking do that!" She screeched as her eyes followed her girlfriend into the living room. How the hell Rachel got up that quickly, Santana would always find that to be a mystery.

Hopping to her feet, thank god for Sue's intense training sessions, Santana once again rushed for the living room and caught Rachel around the waist.

"Santana!" She screamed. "Put me down this instant!" She was kicking her feet wildly into the air.

"Okay, if Miss Berry insists." And with that she swung them around and dove backwards over the couch. Her head just barely missing the coffee table. "You are down now." She paused for a second, squeezing Rachel tighter. "Upside down to be exact." Rachel scoffed, trying to break free.

"Your jokes are so unbelievably lame. It hurts sometimes to hear them." Well that set her free. Letting out an angry huff, she basically threw Rachel upwards on the couch and just hung there. Hair sweeping the floor. "Are you serious right now?" The smaller girl huffed right back, taking a proper seat on the couch.

Santana continued to hang upside down... Even though her face was now turning a slight red. Rachel was getting worried.

"San?" She poked the leg next to her. Nothing. "San?" She poked again. "Santana." This time she pushed the girls legs, causing her to roll over and slide slightly under the coffee table. "Oh my go.. Santana, I'm sorry okay? I love your jokes. You know I love your jokes." She eyed her girlfriend. How she was managing to hang off the couch and be under the coffee table, face down, at the same time.. Well that was a mystery as well.

"Okay." Came a reply from the floor. Reaching her arms out, Santana laid them on the floor and dragged herself completely underneath the table. "But we're watching Women's Volleyball." She slid once more and quickly snatched the remote before sitting next to Rachel.

"You only watch that because they jump around hitting a ball with aggression and wear nothing but a shirt and tiny little shorts." Rachel spouted out, crossing her arms over her chest. The other girl chuckled.

"Oh yeah, and what would you like to watch?" She cocked an eyebrow her way, turning the TV on. Rachel shifted.

"Well, something like swimming." She thought for a moment. "Or maybe some Gymnastics."

"And let me guess, you only watch those because they basically wear the same outfit and one allows them to get wet." She stopped strolling through the guide and looked at Rachel. "Or does it get you wet?" Rachel stared at her.

"Really?" She kept her eye's fixed. "You know what get's me wet. Now will you put on some Gymnastics please?"She batted her eye's. That normally worked... Half the time. And tonight wasn't one of those times.

"Oh no. You're not winning that easily."

"Oh yeah? And how can I win?"

Santana sat the remote and actually thought about it. I mean like literally pondered the question. The look on her face was actually scaring Rachel.

"We bet." She replied, a smirk on her lips. Now Rachel was really scared. Santana betting wasn't the safest thing to partake in.

"Bet what?" Rachel said back slowly. Santana's smirk got wider.

"We, " She turned to face her girlfriend fully. "are going to insult each other." This time Rachel raised an eye brow. Almost as in a 'are-you-being-fucking-serious-right-now' kind of way. "And we have to keep eye contact at all times." Well shit. There was the catcher. Rachel, never in her life and time she had been dating Santana, had ever managed to insult her without looking away.

Why you may ask. Well it's honestly really simple. She gets turned on every single freaking time! And yeah, sure at one point in time Rachel hated when Santana insulted her. But now... Well now, it was the eye's. She could see the building desire behind those eye's at every word and Rachel always looked away.

"You're on." She replied against her better judgement. The other girl chuckled.

"You are so dead.." She paused, leaning forward. "Hobbit."

"I thought this was an insult challenge. You must have dug deep for that one." Rachel's voice was calm. Okay, so far so good. Eye's are normal.

"That was just a warm up." Oh shit, there go the eye's. Stay strong Rachel. Stay strong. "So Berry, what did you do with all those hideous clothing? The homeless finally catch up with you to steal their clothes back?"

"No!" Rachel fired back hotly. She was losing control and fast. "Actually, I gained a bitch of a girlfriend who burned all my clothes and made me buy new ones." Her face was hot, almost shaking from how hard she was keeping her eye's locked.

"Fuck Berry." Was all Santana said as she caught Rachel off guard and pulled her into a hard kiss. If there was one thing she could never win against. It was a hot and swearing Rachel.

Pulling the smaller girl against her, she wrapped her hands around her waist and deepened the kiss. A pleasant moan reached her ears, followed by a pair of arms wrapping around her waist. Slowing down the pace of the kiss, Santana drew back for some air. Rachel's eye's fluttered open.

"You do know I won the bet right?" Her voice was rough as she took in Santana's darkened eye's.

"Rachel, I don't care. I can play Volleyball, "She moved her hands to grope Rachel. "Get you wet. "She whispered. "And play Gymnastics right here in the living room."

And that's exactly what they did as the TV just sat there on the guide screen. Santana got a gold medal on each event.

Haahhahaaa... There you go Hope it was good. Longest one I have written so far I think. So thank you once again. I love you guys.