I was watching the Olympic Men's Figure Skating finals when this idea hit me and I'd been kind of toying with the idea of Rachel/Santana and thought this would be a perfect idea to put them with.

"I can do that," Rachel scoffed after the skater on the screen landed a perfect triple Axel.

"A triple Axel? Yeah, right." Santana rolled her eyes and tossed a few pieces of popcorn at the diva.

"I so could!" Rachel picked the popcorn out of her hair and up off the couch then looked at Santana and smiled.

"Have you ever even ice skated, Berry?"

Rachel sighed. "When are you going to stop calling me by my last name? This is our sixth date, Santana. Protocol called for you to cease all derogatory names when you asked me out, possibly even before then because we've been in glee club together for two years. I've allowed it thus far because your personality is naturally abrasive but I would like it if you called me Rachel."

"I only asked you out in the first place because…" Santana stopped when Rachel's head dropped.

Rachel knew that she was a rebound date when Brittany went to the Spring Fling dance with Finn two weeks prior and Santana was desperate to make the blonde jealous. It still stung a little to be reminded of it regardless of the fact that Santana asked Rachel out on a second date…and a third, fourth, and fifth. It was Rachel who initiated this one asking if Santana wanted to come over to watch the World Figure Skating Championship coverage that night.

Santana reached over and tucked Rachel's hair back behind her ear. "Look, I…I'm sorry, okay? I'm still trying to get used to this whole 'be nice to the diva' thing." Santana smiled a little. "I really do like you. It's just weird because for so long I…didn't."

Rachel nodded a little. Santana moved the popcorn bowl that was separating them and scooted over closer to her date. She wrapped an arm around Rachel's shoulders and the singer rested her head on Santana's shoulder.

"I ice skated when I was little."

"So what makes you think you can land a triple?"

"I've taken ballet since I could walk, if I can do it while on the floor I can do it on skates." Rachel's feet twitched a little bit and Santana groaned.

"You want to try it right now, don't you?"

"Well…"

"You'd rather try to land a triple Axel than cuddle? I'm offended, Berry."

Rachel pulled away and stood up. "Well I'm offended that you won't call me Rachel." The shorter brunette pushed the coffee table out of the way leaving plenty of floor space for her to attempt her trick. Santana groaned.

"You're going to hurt yourself," the Latina said. "You're going to wipe out and break something and I'm going to have to go upstairs and wake up your dads to take you to the emergency room and then Mr. Schue is going to kill me for letting you try it."

"I am not going to wipe out!"

"Seriously, please don't. Just come back here and watch the other skaters." Santana patted the space next to her that Rachel had abandoned.

"It's not that difficult. I do jumps all the time in class."

"Yeah, and I bet you're on a softer floor."

"Not really." Rachel bent over and stretched out her legs then reached up and stretched her arms. "I just have to know how to land. Which I do. I'm very coordinated."

Santana stood up and walked to the middle of the floor, blocking Rachel's path. "I'm not letting you do this. Watching it and doing it are two completely different things. You don't know the form or how hard to push off or even which foot you're supposed to land on. Plus, it's not meant to be done on a floor. You can't stick the landing, you have to keep moving. You're going to stick it and twist your ankle."

Rachel just smiled. "I'll run around you."

"I'll pin you down, don't think I won't."

"Then I'll try it some other time when you're not here. I can do it."

Santana shook her head and went back to the couch. She sat down and crossed her arms over her chest. "When you crash and burn don't say I didn't warn you."

"Will you at least kiss it and make it all better if I do?"

Santana snorted.

Rachel walked to the far wall and Santana shifted in her seat nervously. The Latina almost wanted to close her eyes because she knew this wasn't going to end well. Rachel took off in a short sprint and Santana held her breath as the girl leapt into the air and spun a few times. Unfortunately, just as Santana predicted, when Rachel landed her body kept spinning but her foot stayed planted on the carpet. Rachel let out a shriek and hit the floor. Santana jumped up off the couch and knelt down next to her.

"Don't say it," Rachel growled. She pulled the right leg of her sweatpants up and Santana carefully removed her sock. Rachel hissed at the pain.

"Why do you have to be so stubborn, Rachel? God I hope this isn't broken." Santana carefully lifted Rachel's leg up and inspected her ankle. Rachel reached forward and touched Santana's shoulder.

"What did you call me?"

"Huh?" Santana looked up at Rachel and the short brunette was smiling.

"You called me Rachel."

"No I didn't, Berry. Try to stand up."

Rachel sighed and nodded and wrapped her arm around Santana's shoulders. The Latina held onto Rachel's waist and pulled her up off of the floor. It took her a minute to get her balance on one foot but after she did Rachel pressed her injured foot to the floor and winced. Santana shook her head and dipped down to wrap one arm under Rachel's knees. She hoisted the girl up off the floor and Rachel squealed a little. The diva smiled weakly and Santana leaned in to kiss her, Rachel smiled a little more.

Santana made her way back to the couch and carefully set Rachel down, the diva whimpered a little bit when her foot made contact with the cushion. Santana looked back down at Rachel's ankle and sighed. It was starting to swell and it was turning a nice shade of purple. Santana knelt down by Rachel's feet and looked up at her, the singer looked like she could burst into tears at any minute. Santana carefully lifted her leg again and made Rachel wiggle her toes and try to move her foot up and down and roll it. Rachel whimpered again and Santana glanced up just in time to see her wipe away the tears that had escaped.

"How bad does it hurt?"

"N-not bad."

"You suck at lying. I should've stopped you." Santana grabbed one of the throw pillows and carefully propped Rachel's foot up on it. Rachel winced and Santana pressed a feather light kiss to the swollen joint. She looked back up at Rachel who was smiling again and Santana moved to sit next to Rachel, facing her.

"You know I would have tried it eventually."

"I could've kept you occupied though." Santana smirked and slipped her fingers through Rachel's hair.

Rachel shook her head. "Enticing me with offers of a sexual nature would only have delayed the attempt, not stopped it."

"Do you want me to go wake up your dads?"

"No," Rachel said softly. "I'll see how it feels in the morning."

Santana jumped a little when the mantelpiece clock struck eleven. "I should go soon," she whispered.

"You could stay. I mean…I-I'd like it if you did. If you wanted to. I know we haven't been dating that long but I don't think it would be inappropriate."

Dark eyes locked with dark eyes and Santana stayed quiet for a few moments. She was completely unaware that she'd nodded until Rachel smiled and closed the small gap that remained between them. Rachel's hand slipped around the back of Santana's neck and Santana held onto fistfuls of Rachel's dark hair. Rachel pushed her tongue into the Latina's mouth and sighed. Santana pushed back with her own and tested her limits a little by untangling her fingers from Rachel's hair and resting her hand on Rachel's shoulder. The singer didn't protest and Santana slowly moved it lower. She was almost to her goal when Rachel pulled away.

"Slow down Cheerio," Rachel said with a smile. "Stay the night doesn't mean sex."

"Just thought I'd ask." Santana dropped her head down and started kissing Rachel's neck, nipping here and licking there.

"You didn't really ask."

"Are we going to make out or talk?" Santana mumbled between pressing kisses to Rachel's neck. She tugged the collar of Rachel's t-shirt down and grazed her teeth over the soft skin where neck met shoulder.

"I think we should uh…"

Santana sank her teeth into the singer's tender flesh eliciting a deep groan from Rachel. She held onto Santana's biceps and her fingernails dug deeper into bare flesh with each bite. Santana smirked when she pulled away and admired her work. She pressed a kiss to the discolored flesh and kissed a trail up to Rachel's ear. She darted her tongue out and flicked Rachel's earlobe.

"You were saying?" Santana whispered.

"I was thinking we should go to bed. It's getting late and tomorrow is a school day."

Santana nodded. "Okay."

Santana kissed Rachel's blushed cheek before grabbing the remote and turning off the TV. She wrapped an arm around Rachel's waist and helped her stand up off the couch. Rachel leaned heavily on the Cheerio as they made their way up the stairs to Rachel's bedroom. Santana helped her into the bathroom and waited patiently outside the door. She kicked the floor a few times and looked around Rachel's bedroom. She'd been in there once before but only to use the bathroom because the one on the ground floor was being remodeled. The color wasn't too horrible. At least it wasn't pink. Unlike all of the bedding. And most of Rachel's other possessions.

Rachel opened the door and gave a smile but Santana could see the pain behind her eyes. She leaned down and picked Rachel up and carried her the five feet from the bathroom door to the queen sized canopy bed. Once Rachel was tucked in with her foot up on a pillow Santana went through the drawers Rachel instructed to find a pair of shorts (all she could find were pink ones) and a t-shirt (at least it was blue). She took her turn in the bathroom and when she exited Rachel was propped up on her elbows and smiling. Santana crawled into the bed next to the other brunette and turned off the lamp. She kept her distance until Rachel whimpered.

"What? What's wrong?" Santana asked.

"I'm cold."

"You want me to get another blanket?"

Rachel let out a frustrated sigh. "You begged me to cuddle and tried to get to second base less than an hour ago and now you won't touch me."

"You told me not to touch you! Make up your mind, will you, Berry?!"

"I told you to slow down, I never said we couldn't cuddle."

"You would rather attempt and fail miserably at a triple Axel than cuddle."

"I just wanted to prove I could do it," Rachel huffed.

"How'd that work out for you, Berry? Maybe next time you should listen to me when I want to cuddle."

Rachel growled. Santana smirked and scooted closer to Rachel and Rachel wrapped her arm around the Latina's shoulders. Santana cautiously draped her arm over Rachel's stomach and pulled her in close, her stomach pressed against Rachel's side. A few seconds of silence ticked by before Rachel broke it with a sigh.

"Santana?"

"Hm?"

"I'm not just a rebound, am I? I mean…if Brittany and Finn don't last…I would appreciate knowing now if you're going to drop me should other options present themselves."

Santana sighed. "You gotta understand something, Berry. B was my first…for a lot of things, like Finn was for you. And so I'm not just going to completely forget about her just like you're not going to forget about Finn. And even though you can be a total diva and I used to find you irritating as hell most of the time and sometimes I want to set fire to your closet…"

"You're not being very encouraging."

"Let me finish will you?!" Santana snapped.

"Sorry," Rachel whispered, she and rested her free arm over Santana's that was hugging her waist, her fingertips traced patterns on the soft skin.

"I told you earlier that I like you and I meant it. If you were just a rebound I wouldn't have asked you out again. What B does now is her own business. She likes Finn, I like you."

Rachel turned her head to the side to look at Santana. "But will you stay with me if she wants you back?"

"Only if you agree that I'm right all the time and you stop throwing tricks you don't know how to land. You want to learn how to throw an Axel you're going to learn to do it right."

"It would be easier to learn if I had a proper teacher and since neither of us know anyone who can skate I doubt that will happen."

Santana stayed quiet and chewed her lip, the secret she wanted to let Rachel in on was on the tip of her tongue begging to be spoken.

"And I most definitely landed that," Rachel cut her off before she could speak.

"Really? So if I reach over and kick you in the ankle you won't scream in pain?"

"I should've attempted it on a smoother floor that would've allowed me to rotate when I landed, is all."

"Go to sleep, Berry."

Rachel growled again. Santana laughed and leaned in to kiss the diva goodnight. She snuggled in closer to Rachel's side and waited until she was breathing heavily. The Latina reached up and pushed Rachel's hair out of the way of her face and sighed.

"The answer is 'yes', Rachel," Santana whispered. "I'll stay with you."

Rachel tightened her grip on Santana's shoulder and with the faint light coming in from Rachel's window Santana saw her smile.