Hey guys. One day of work down and still many more to go. So sorry if some of these seem poorly written or are short... or shit don't even make sense! That's what writing is about right? Improvement everyday. Anyways blah blah, remember sexy bitches read, enjoy, review.
Chapter 32
The internet is a strange thing. It allows us to connect with each other in various ways. Doesn't matter where you are, what time, or what you're even doing. Everyone is always connected. The same goes for phones as well. Because I mean come on, phone are basically small computers now. Well, unfortunately for Rachel, she had fallen victim to the pocket dial. The caller? None other than Santana herself.
"Hello?" Rachel was currently in the kitchen cooking dinner when her phone went off. "Hello?" She asked again when a voice broke through.
"Yeah well, fuck you too old lady."
"Santana?" Rachel stopped what she was doing , focusing on what her wife was saying.
"Who taught you how to fucking drive? Moses?" It was followed by squealing tires and a long lay on the horn. Rachel could only listen in horror. Santana Lopez has the worst road rage ever. So bad that Rachel infact refuses to drive with her. "Move your ass. I gots dinner waiting for me, made by my hot ass wife." Rachel face palmed. No filter at all.
"Santana?" She tried again, knowing fully that she couldn't hear her.
"Oh for fucking fried christ on a jew cracker." She shouted again, this time Rachel could hear scuffling, which only ment this was the point where Santana rolled down her window."Move your short crusted ass. Before I push you through this fucking intersection."
Rachel was just waiting for the police sirens. She jumped when she heard a distant voice through the phone.
"How about you shut up cow and pay attention to the road." Rachel felt bad for the guy, Santana would not hesitate to run someone off the road.
"Cow? Listen here small dick! I get hotter pussy than you could ever dream of." Her statement was followed by more squealing tires. Rachel prayed that she finally made it through the light without killing anyone. "Now to get home and eat my wife then some dinner." Rachel hung up at that point. Dinner still had yet to be made.
The minutes passed as Rachel finished up dinner. Waiting for any sounds of an angry Latina driver. She had just placed the silver wear on the table when a door slammed. Followed closely by a front door opening and a bag hitting the floor.
"Smells good in here. Can't wait to eat." She approached Rachel from behind, her arm finding its way around her waist. Rachel surpressed a smirk.
"Well, I don't know if I should allow you to eat it." Her voice was calm, clear of all emotions. Santana chuckled in her ear.
"And why is that?" She planted a kiss to Rachel's neck. The smaller girl sighed.
"Because you cursed at an old lady several times, not to mention the man that yelled at you for being rude. Although, I do say he deserved it. Your not a cow."Santana spun her around.
"How'd you know about that? Did you bug my car?" Her face was serious. Rachel just had to smile.
"No sweetie. You pocket dialed me and against my better judgement, I stayed on the line." Santana's mouth formed an 'o'. "Now which would you like first? Me or the steak?"
Santana smirked down at her.
"You of course. Because you see, even though I love steak. You have the tastiest pink center."