Short one, sorry.

A guy who runs his fingers through her hair, like he's washing her worries and troubles away.

Rachel sighs as she heads for her car that day, the stress making her body feel tense, shoulders hurting. She's already looking forward to climbing into her bed.

Santana jumps in her car as she places the keys in and Rachel glances at her, before reversing out, not asking why the cheerleader has decided to grab a ride with her and isn't at practice.

"You know, he's just stressed with the big game coming up." Santana breaks the silence, referring back to the small argument Rachel and Mike had partook in at lunch time. "College scouts will be there, it's a big deal."

"I know." Rachel answers. "It's fine, we're fine," and they are. They haven't spoken about it yet, with classes and not he has practice they haven't had time, but the fact he'd walked her to all her afternoon classes and pressed a kiss to her cheek or lips each time, she knows he isn't mad at her and she isn't at him.

Santana nods, Mike and Rachel will always be a mystery to her with most things.

"Honestly, it was just stress talking and we both know that."

Santana stays with Rachel for two hours, until she gets a text from Puck that practice is over and does she want to head out with him and Matt for pizza. She asks about Mike and Rach and gets the reply that Mike has refused and is heading to Rachel's anyway.

[+]

Mike finds her already curled up under her duvet, some silly comedy show on the T.V. He kicks his shoes off, before he climbs in next to her, wrapping an arm under her head, without any protest from her, causing her to roll slightly so she was rested against him.

His fingers instantly latch into her hair, running through it slowly. She lets out a sigh and smiles lightly, amazed how something so simple can make her feel so relaxed and like he's washing all her worries away.

"I'm sorry." He mumbles and she shakes her head.

"Don't be, I get it." She answers. "We both have a lot going on right now and I promise I won't take anything to heart, as long as you don't."

"Promise," He answers, fingers continuing their way through her hair, feeling her body relax against him. He's so thankful that he has someone so understanding.