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Rachel was sitting on the rooftop patio of her family's home in Upper East Side home overlooking the city. This was her space to relax. She'd usually go up there to do some of her most deep thinking, but not today; today, she just wanted to layout in the sun.
"Rachel, I hope you're wearing sun block."
"I'm fine Nan, just working on my tan." Rachel winked
"You kids and your tanning." Rachel's grandmother said shaking her head. She sat a tray with lemonade on the table and sat next to Rachel.
"Not all of us have that beautiful natural tan you have, Nan."
"Yeah, well, I still have to wear sunblock. Keeps the wrinkles away."
"Nan, you do not have one wrinkle on your face. How do you do that?"
"Lots of water and no deep thinking."
"Noted."
Her grandmother is a really beautiful woman. Her friend's parents always said she resembled Diahann Carroll. Her friends just thought she was hot for a grandmother. She appreciated that her friends thought that her grandmother was beautiful, but she was more than disturbed that they thought of her as hot.
"What are you up to today, pumpkin?"
"I'm probably going to roller blade in the park this afternoon."
"You're not going alone are you?"
Rachel shook her head. "Becca's coming."
"I like Becca; such a nice girl. And she's hot."
"Nan, wh-mm don't call my friends hot. And yes, she's very nice."
"Rachie, if I remember clearly, you ran into the house—without kissing me on the cheek—and said you had met the hottest girl you had ever seen in your life."
"She is. And that was like 15 years ago, Nan."
"And you two still aren't dating."
"She's straight, Nan."
"That's never stopped anyone before."
Rachel rolled her eyes. "What would you know?"
Nan swatted Rachel's arm. "Don't roll your eyes at your grandmother. I know plenty. I'm no square Rachie."
"Eww, Nan. But seriously you've been with a woman?"
"Two."
Rachel's jaw dropped. She wasn't sure how she felt about this new bit of information. She wanted her grandmother to continue, but she knew that her grandmother liked to go into detail when she shared her stories. She decided that she could bare her grandmother's vivid accounts for the sake of hearing an interesting story.
"Two women, Nan?"
"Yes. Believe it or not I was hot."
"Oh. I can believe it Nan."
Nan chuckled. "So, yes, two women. I saw Beth while I was at Bryn Mawr and Sarah while I was at Columbia Law School."
"Beth and Sarah?"
"Yes."
"Nan, why haven't you shared this with me before?"
Nan shrugged her shoulders. "You kids are so caught up with labels that you don't take the time to look at the heart of the person. And some of you are too self-involved to realize that not everything is about rainbow flags, fame and Starbucks. As 'liberal' as you all think you are; you all are quite selfish. And this technology—as wonderful as it is—is dangerous and destructive."
Rachel wanted to defend her generation, but she knew she'd be fighting a losing battle.
"The sixties were a completely different time. The need for love and non-conformity were rampant. We wanted equality for everyone—not just blacks and Jews, but for gays, lesbians, transvestites and immigrants. And living in New York was like living in a different place and time; it was our own little bubble. No one could tell us anything."
"Yeah. Peace and love and happiness. That's incredible."
"It was fantastic."
"Tell me about Beth and Sarah."
It had been years since Simone Fields-Green had discussed her trysts. She had no problem sharing that part of her life with her granddaughter, it just never came up. "Beth was beautiful. She had the most beautiful, milky skin. Her eyes were as blue as the sky. Quite a few people had issues with our relationship. We didn't care. We fell in love. For the same reasons why people hated that we were together were the reasons why we ended our relationship. I was a black and Jewish girl from New York and she was second generation Irish-American from Havertown, PA—she was also on scholarship. She decided that all she wanted from college was to earn her M.R.S. I wanted more than to be somebody's wife and because I had resources she didn't the decision was made.
"Wow. You two just broke up?"
Simone nodded. "It broke me, but I had goals and I couldn't let that keep me down."
"Wow. What happened to her?"
"I'm not sure. I heard she married a mainline snob from Haverford Men's College."
"I'm sorry, Nan."
"Don't worry about that Rachie. That was another life time ago. First love lost is always painful."
Though her grandmother insisted she was ok, Rachel saw that it still affected here. "What about Sarah?" Simone's face lit up. Rachel smiled.
"She was incredible. Smart, beautiful, funny. We had the best time."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Absolutely."
"Tell me more."
"She was tall, thin, had beautiful honey brown skin." Rachel noticed that he grandmother had a dreamy look on her face. "Hey eyes were dark as coal, but they were captivating. I'd get lost."
"Wow, Nan. How long were you together?"
"Two years."
"What happened?"
"We just grew apart as lovers."
Rachel nodded. She listened intently as her grandmother shared some of the details of the relationship. Rachel wishes she could've met the woman who held her grandmother's heart.
"That's really beautiful. I wish I could have met her." Rachel said taking a sip from her glass of lemonade. This wasn't regular lemonade. She could taste the vodka. Her grandmother was something else.
"Oh. You have met her." Rachel furrowed her eye brows. "Back then she was Sarah Smith. She's now Aisha Smith-Rainey."
Rachel's eyes widened. Judge Aisha Smith-Rainey. Her grandmother's best friend? Her father's godmother? Wow. "Nan? You and Aisha?" Simone nodded. "Wait, wait wait. You and Aisha—who just had Passover dinner with us a couple of months ago?"
Simone nodded.
"The same Aisha Smith-Rainey who took me to see Barbara in concert when I was 16?"
Simone nodded again.
"Wow." Rachel was lost in her thoughts for a moment. "And you two are still friends."
"The very best."
"Some things are starting to make sense."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, she looks at you with sunshine in her eyes."
"Does she?"
"Yes." Rachel said. Come to think of it, her grandmother seemed to light up when the other woman was around. "Does Kelly know?" Kelly is Aisha's granddaughter and Rachel's first and only girlfriend. After the break up Rachel went a little wild. She didn't sleep around, but she dated a lot. Men and Women had the young starlet on their radar, but unfortunately for the guys, Rachel only dated women.
"I assume she's told her by now."
"I wish you would've told me sooner. I would've thought you were so much cooler." Rachel nudged her grandmother with her shoulder.
Simone chuckled. "Have you spoken to Kelly recently?"
"Yeah. A couple of months ago."
"How is she?"
"She's good. She's working as a solutionist for this engineering firm."
"I heard. I knew she'd go far."
"Yeah."
"Too bad she let you get away."
Rachel rolled her eyes. "We were teenagers. And we were close, so it was only natural that we experimented with one another."
"I've never heard of a five-year experiment."
Rachel scoffed.
"Oh come on, sweetie. I'm just messing with you."
"Yeah. We realized that we're better off as friends."
"I understand. Strong friendships can sustain anything." Rachel nodded. "Enough about my lesbian trysts. What brings you here? You never come up here unless you have something on your mind."
"I kind of met someone."
"Kind of?" Rachel nodded. "Ok. Tell me more."
"She's a guitar designer from L.A. she grew up with Mercedes and, her now fiancé, Quinn."
"Mercedes and Quinn are getting married?"
"Yes."
"That's wonderful. I've been wondering when Quinn would settle down with our Mercy."
"I think a lot of us have been wondering the same thing."
"Send my congratulations."
"I will."
"So, tell me more about this young lady."
"Her name is Santana Lopez."
"Santana Lopez? Beautiful name."
"Very beautiful name and she's gorgeous."
"You have a thing for Latinas?"
"I can appreciate any beautiful woman."
"I'm sure." Simone removed a lily petal from Rachel's hair. The wind was picking up. "So this Santana Lopez designs guitars?"
"Yes."
"Interesting. And you met her while you were visiting Mercedes and Quinn?"
"Yes."
"You were barely there for a week."
"I know Nan, but there's something about her. She's just a big kid. She's sexy, intelligent. She's unlike anyone I've ever met."
"So you slept with her."
"We, well, hmm… not exactly."
"What's not exactly, Rachie? You kids and your inability to speak in complete and full sentences."
"She" Rachel began not really wanting to give her grandmother details into her sex life. "Well, um, I, hmm."
"She topped you."
"Nan." Rachel gently chided. Her grandmother could be too much some times.
"What? I have to fill in holes, sweetie." Rachel glared. "So you went for a ride and now you can't get her off of your mind?"
"Nan." Rachel chuckled. She really should be used to her grandmother by now/
"I see."
"Well, have you spoken to her since you left?"
"Yes."
"And?"
"She's coming to visit soon."
"That's great. I can't wait to meet her."
"I can't wait to see her."
"I'm sensing some trepidation. What's going on?"
"I just feel so connected to her." Rachel took another sip of her lemonade. "I spent less than 48 hours with her and we've been talking and exchanging emails for about four months; and what I'm feeling is unreal."
"Have you discussed this with her?"
"No. We talk usually talk about life and she sends me the cutest emails. I've been so busy with the show. I've been waiting until we met up again."
"You'll get to spend some time with her and you'll talk."
Rachel nodded.
"What does my favorite granddaughter have planned after rollerblading?"
Rachel chuckled. "Nan, I'm your only granddaughter.
"Which is why you're my favorite."
"I'm having dinner with Michael Blake. He's directing a new musical and they want me to join the cast."
"That's wonderful. We'll have to celebrate."
"Definitely."
Simone's phone rang. She looked down at the name on the screen and smiled. "Rachie, I have to take this, but keep me posted on this Santana Lopez. I'll see you soon, sweetie."
Rachel promised to keep her grandmother posted.
She kissed Rachel on her forehead and walked into the house.
# # # #
Santana was literally running around her place trying to get everything together for her trip to New York. She was excited to see Rachel. It has been way too long. The past four months have been amazing. She spent the time doing something she never thought she'd do: online dating the most perfect woman she had ever met. She and Rachel had planned this trip a month ago. Rachel had taken off two weeks from her show to spend time with her. Santana's schedule was fairly flexible, so she went along with whatever Rachel wanted.
Those who knew Santana well thought she had gone crazy. They weren't wrong. She is crazy. Crazy for a pint-sized Broadway diva who isn't afraid to put her in her place; a woman who's smile is as wide as the Pacific Ocean. Santana had stopped sleeping around with random girls, she definitely didn't date. Of course she still flirted—it is in her nature.
"Lopez, are you in here?" Puck shouted from the living room.
"Bedroom." She shouted back.
"Woah." Puck took in the hot mess that was Santana's bedroom. "What the hell happened in here?"
"I'm packing for my trip to NYC. We've already discussed this."
Puck smirked. He knew where she was going he just wanted to get a rise out of her. "I know. I've never seen your room look like this. Chill out, Lo."
"I am chilled out Puckerman."
"Easy tiger. Relax. You're going to see a super-hot chick who for some reason wants you for more than your sexy ass and million dollar bank roll." Santana punched his arm. "What the fuck, San?" Puck said rubbing his arm. "That hurt. For someone so tiny you hit like a 300 lb dude."
"You know this Fuckerman and you still seek to annoy me when I'm under pressure."
"There's no need for this. She'll just want you there."
"I know. I'm just excited to see her. I want everything to be perfect."
"And they will be, but you've got to chillax."
"Fine. You ready?"
"Yep."
"We're taking your car. I don't trust you with any of my babies."
"Yet you trust me with a multi-million dollar business?"
"Yep."
"Whatever, let's go."
Santana had calmed down by the time they arrived at LAX. Now she was just excited to see her special friend. "Puckerman. Don't go anywhere near my cars. You make enough as partial owner. If you want classic cars, buy your won. Don't touch my shit. And no passing my place off as your own. Last time one of your boy toys left his undies under a pillow in the guest room." Puck spent an hour looking for Dean's briefs. "You have your own little swank gay pad, so stay out of mine. You can deal with any business that needs to be conducted. Don't call me unless it's an absolute emergency."
"Got it. No dudes at you place. And I won't call unless I have to."
"Cool. Now help me carry my shit."
"Enjoy your flight, Lezpez."
"Will do Fuckeroni."
The flight to LaGuardia was relatively relaxing. There weren't too many people onboard. She enjoyed the four-hour quiet flight. Time and quiet allowed for her to think. She wanted to spend time with Rachel and they needed to have a talk. Lately, Santana found herself wondering what it would be like to live in New York City. Not necessarily to live with Rachel, but if her relaxed, sunny Californian disposition could withstand brutal winters and the rigidness of the East Coast.
She had been considering things. She never thought she'd permanently live anywhere other than California, but here she was, thinking about stuff.
She was walking to baggage claim when she found herself lost in chocolate brown eyes and a megawatt smile. Rachel wasted no time running to Santana. Santana picked her up and spun her around. She buried her nose in Rachel's neck. Damn, she smelled good. Rachel giggled when Santana nipped her neck. She held on to the smaller woman. She really didn't want to put her down.
Rachel was just as happy. She loved being in Santana's strong arms. She felt safe and protected. "Put me down, please?"
"Nooo." Santana whined.
Rachel giggled. "Come on. You can hold me every night and day until you leave."
Santana kissed Rachel's neck. "I'm gonna hold you to that, Berry; but let's get my stuff I wanna get to the hotel as quickly as I can."
Rachel froze. She looked like she had just stolen her to Tony. "Hotel?"
"Yeah. I don't want to be in your way." Santana said gently grabbing Rachel's hand and leading her toward the conveyer belt.
Rachel wanted Santana in her way, in the worst way. "Santana?"
"Yeah?"
"You're going to have to cancel your hotel reservation."
"Wha-why?" Santana asked furrowing her eyebrows.
"You'll be staying with me."
"Ummm." Santana wanted to spend as much time as she could with Rachel, but she hadn't thought that she'd be staying with her. "I.. hmm." She would love to stay with Rachel, but didn't think that'd be a good idea for her first visit.
"Don't be silly. I have more than enough space."
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely. I'm almost offended that the thought even crossed your mind. I'm not taking no for an answer."
Santana still wasn't sure. She hasn't spent more than a night with a woman since she was in college. Two weeks seemed like a lot. And this had nothing to do with Rachel. She was used to having her own space. She needed to show Rachel something, so she swallowed her apprehensions and agreed to stay with her.
"Great." Rachel pulled Santana in for a sweet kiss. Santana smiled against her lips. "My car's just outside."
"You drive?"
"Yes. Why?"
"You just don't seem like the type who drives."
Rachel chuckled. "Come on, silly, I want you to meet my baby."
Santana takes cars seriously, so she was expecting Rachel to maybe drive a Prius or an Audi. She seemed like a practical driver. When they got to Rachel's car, Santana was right about one thing: Rachel is an Audi girl. What she didn't expect was a red Audi R8. Rachel Berry was officially the sexiest woman she'd ever met. No one could top her—well, maybe Santana could. Santana gave the car a twice over. She put her stuff in the trunk and got in on the passenger side. Yep. Definitely Rachel's car. The car smelled just like Rachel. She could sit in her forever. The more Santana thought about it, the more it suited Rachel. A beautiful car for a beautiful woman.
"This is a really beautiful car, Rachel." Santana said looking at Rachel.
"Thanks." Rachel blushed. She ignited the engine and put the car in drive. She pulled out of the parking lot.
Santana was officially done. She didn't know if she was turned on by Rachel or the way Rachel handled the car. Rachel was adept and smooth. She was confident and sure. She was aggressive, but she knew when to slow down. Santana clung to the double understanding. She laid back and enjoyed the ride.
When they arrived to Rachel's building, Santana wasn't surprise. It fit Rachel perfectly. Rachel's apartment was completely different from her place. It was a loft-style penthouse. It was so adult. Sexy and clean. It smelled like lavender and vanilla. Rachel left a trail. Rachel took her bags and put them in her bedroom. She pretty much let Santana know how things are going down. So fucking hot. Santana thought.
Santana was admiring Rachel's living room when she felt her arms wrap around her waist.
"I've missed you." Rachel kissed Santana's shoulder.
Santana turned into Rachel. "I missed you too." Santana said looking into her eyes.
Rachel pushed Santana's hair behind her hair. "Are you hungry?" Santana nodded. "Why don't you take a shower and relax and I'll make you something to eat." She kissed Santana. "Don't worry. I bought things for you to eat."
"Ok." Rachel was turning away when Santana pulled her back in and kissed her. Rachel deepened the kiss.
Santana growled.
Rachel chuckled. "Easy tiger. Just relax. Let me take care of you."
Santana smiled. She kissed Rachel once more before heading into the master bedroom. She could definitely get used to this.
"That smells good, Rach." Santana said walking into the kitchen. Rachel looked so beautiful. This was the second time Rachel cooked for her. It was dually noted.
Rachel looked up and smiled. "Thanks. Are you thirsty? Do you want beer? Wine?"
"Wine would be great."
Rachel grabbed the wine from the cellar. Rachel opened it and poured Santana a glass. Santana inhaled and smiled.
"Beaujolais Nouveau?"
Rachel nodded.
"Wh-How…how did you get this?"
"I have my ways, Ms. Lopez."
"Thanks."
"You're very welcome."
"What are you making?"
"I'm making grilled honey glazed lemon Salmon, grilled asparagus and kiwi salad."
Santana's mouth watered and jaw dropped. "Really?"
"Yep. Now go relax in the den. I'll get you when dinner's ready."
Santana walked into the den. It was spotless. She sat down on the large black sectional. It was quite possibly one of the most comfortable things her ass has experienced. She picked up the large remote control—it was similar to hers—and hit a few of the buttons. The large painting shifted up and revealed a large flat screen TV.
"You like?" Rachel walked in with a medium-sized box in her hand.
"It's great."
"I'm glad you like it. This is for you."
Santana furrowed her eyebrows and accepted the gift. She opened it and saw that there were two Xbox 360 controllers. "Wh-what is this?"
"For you. So that you'll be comfortable here."
"You… you didn't have to do this. I'm so comfortable." Santana kissed Rachel. "You're incredible. This is great."
"The console is in the bag at the end of the couch."
Santana sprinted over to the bag. She pulled out the box. She was like a kid at Christmas. She ripped the box open. She began setting up the game. She looked on the floor and saw a much smaller bag—the latest COD game was inside.
"Rachel. You're amazing." Santana sat down the back and sat next to Rachel on the couch. "Why are you doing all of this?"
"I like you." She said simply. Santana looked at her for a few moments. Rachel wasn't hesitant. She didn't seem to have an ulterior motive. Rachel Berry was just that simple. She knew what she wanted and went after it. She paid attention. She knew what Santana liked. She wasn't giving too much. She wasn't trying to smother Santana; she was letting her know, through actions that she cared. Rachel kissed Santana sweetly and left her to her devices.
Santana couldn't stop smiling.
An hour later, Rachel brought dinner in the den. Xbox, five-star home cooked meal and a beautiful woman. Santana wasn't complaining; she was in awe. No woman cared enough to cater to her this way. Women like Rachel were hard to come by. Yeah, they existed, but they were few and far between. Santana knew how much her feeling for Rachel had grown over the past few months, but she wasn't sure about Rachel's feelings until now. She realized that Rachel would do whatever she could to make sure she was happy. Santana felt the same way. Rachel just got to do it first. It wasn't a competition, but until now they had been dating online and Santana hadn't been able to do all the things she wanted to do. Sure, she'd send white lilies and pink rose weekly, sometimes vegan chocolates, but she wanted to do so much more. Rachel was giving and she didn't seem to expect anything in return. If Santana had it her way she'd give Rachel the world.
"What are you thinking about?" Rachel asked breaking Santana from her reverie.
"You."
"Me?"
"Yeah."
Santana moved closer to Rachel. "I really do appreciate all of this. I mean, you're going above and beyond and we're not even… what are we?"
"Well, you're welcome—again. I'm not doing anything I don't want to do and you don't deserve. I'm hoping that during our time together we can make some decisions about where we stand." Santana wanted to say something, but Rachel continued. "Let's just get to know one another better and go from there."
"Ok."
"Now, eat, I don't want your food getting cold."
"Yes ma'am." Santana took a bit of her salmon. Her eyes rolled. "God, Rachel, this is amazing. How did you even know I like salmon this way?"
Rachel giggled. "You're an open book when you're tipsy. And we've talked at length lately."
"Are you going to make me all of my favorite foods while I'm here?"
"No." Rachel chuckled. "This is just a part of my plan to woo you. Once I have you, all the frills come to an end."
I'm already yours. "Is that so? Feed me and distract me with video games. You wanna hold me hostage don't you? This is why you wanted me to stay here. I've got your number, Berry." Santana winked. "I don't mind."
You have absolutely no idea what's in store for you, Santana Lopez. "Be careful what you say."
"We can't always play it safe."
"No we can't."
Santana continued eating her food. She'd never had kiwi salad, let alone heard of it; but it was one of the best things she has ever eaten.
Rachel cleared all the dishes away and loaded the dishwasher. She took a quick shower while Santana continued playing COD.
"Are you winning?" Rachel asked sitting next to Santana.
"I'm killing dudes, so yeah." Santana looked over at Rachel. "You wanna play?"
"I'm fine with just watching."
"Ooooh, come oooon? I'll teach you everything I knoooow." Santana prodded in a sing-song voice.
Rachel smiled. "Fine."
Santana showed Rachel how to use the controller. After a while Rachel got the hang of it. Within 15 minutes Rachel was destroying Santana. Santana just assumed she was a fast learner. Rachel pulled an ultimate melee and laughed.
"You little…" Santana glared. "Berry?"
"Yes?"
"Do you know how to play COD?"
"Ummm."
"Really?" She scoffed. "You're gonna pay for that." Santana pushed Rachel down on the couch and straddled her. She tickled her until she relented.
"S-santana. S-stop. I'm sorry." She said between laughs.
"Never." Santana shouted. She continued tickling Rachel.
Rachel couldn't stop laughing. If Santana stop there'd be an unwanted wet spot on her couch. Rachel maneuvered her arms and grabbed Santana's sex. This got her attention. Rachel began massaging Santana's clit through her shorts. "Are you going to stop?" Santana moaned. "Are you?" Rachel squeezed harder.
Santana moaned again. She nodded. Damn Rachel for getting me started. I haven't gotten laid in almost six months. Having sex with Rachel had crossed her mind, but she didn't want to push it. It would happen when it happened.
"Santana?"
"Yeah?"
"Would you like to continue playing or would you like a massage and we can go to bed?"
"How about I give you a massage and then we can go to bed?"
Rachel smiled. "We could do that."
"Cool. Um, go lay down and I'll be there in a sex." Her eyes widened at what she just said. SEC. Second. I'll be here in a minute."
Rachel smiled and nodded.
Santana cleaned up the den. Gathered her thoughts and turned off the TV.
When she got to Rachel's room she was already in the bed. She didn't realize how long she had been in the den. She removed her socks and sport bra and put on a Thunder Cats t-shirt. When she got into bed, Rachel snuggled into her. She kissed her forehead and held her close.
Yeah, I could definitely get used to this.
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