Inspired Q

Rachel let out a small huff of indignation, her competitiveness flaring at the thought of being associated with a name as ridiculous as Rachantana.

Kurt couldn’t help but chuckle at her reaction. "I don’t know. I think Rachantana has a certain ring to it." He teased, his voice dripping with mock gravity.

Rachel shot him a withering glare, her expression deadpan. "Shut up.” Rachel could see Santana was amused by this and spurred out, “I am so divorcing you if you mention that ship name ever again.” she warned her sternly, forgetting the fact that they weren’t at all married and just dating.

Santana's laughter filled the air at Rachel’s threat, her mind loving how dramatic she could be.

She tried to stifle her giggles, her voice dripping with humor. "Hey now, that's a bit extreme."

Kurt couldn't help but join in with the teasing, his laughter echoing through the kitchen.

"Yeah, imagine the chaos of a Pezberry divorce so early on." He mused, his voice filled with mock concern.

“Yeah. When did we get married in this timeline of yours?” Santana questioned to make Rachel realize what she had said. She found it amusing.

Rachel's expression went slack for a moment as she realized her slip-up, her eyes widening.

She quickly recovered, her mind trying to play it off casually. "Oh, you know what I meant."

Kurt couldn’t help but smirk at her embarrassment, his mind enjoying the banter.

"Yeah, clearly just a figure of speech." He agreed, trying to hold back his laughter.

Santana's grin widened at Rachel’s flustered state, loving how easy it was to tease her.

She couldn’t resist adding fuel to the fire. "I thought we had something special, Rachel.” She teased, her tone dripping with mock hurt.

Kurt couldn’t contain his laughter anymore, his voice cracking with amusement.

"Oh, come on Rachel. You can’t just leave her.” He chimed in, playing along with Santana's banter.

Rachel's face turned redder with mortification, her mind mortified that she had let her slip-up happen.

She looked between Santana and Kurt, her voice pleading. "Can you guys stop? I-I didn't mean it like that."

Kurt's laughter died down to a small smile, clearly taking pity on her.

He patted her arm reassuringly. "We’re just messing with you, Rachel."

Santana couldn’t resist one last dig. “For now.”

Rachel let out a small sigh, her embarrassment beginning to fade.

She rolled her eyes, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "You two are so annoying."

Kurt's smile widened at her words, his mind enjoying the lighthearted banter.

"But you love us." He said teasingly.

Rachel couldn’t help but smile at his words, her annoyance melting away.

"Against all better judgment, I do." She admitted, her eyes sparkling with affection.

Santana’s grin soften, her heart warming at their interaction.

Santana mumbled sleepily, "Hmm... my dreams often involve you." Her confessions were more candid when her defenses were weakened by sleep.

Rachel chuckled warmly, tucking a loose curl behind Santana's ear, careful not to wake her entirely. She was used to Santana’s unintentional openness when in this half-asleep state, and in some ways, it was faith-affirming. "Is that so?" She replied, well aware that Santana wouldn't remember a word of this conversation once dawn replaced the nocturnal silence.

"Yeah," Santana pressed further still in her slumber, her voice barely above a whisper. "I always dream about us. We're... we're inseparable."

Rachel had a subtle gasp, touched unexpectedly. Was this how her friend really felt when all walls were down? She decided to probe further. "Who's we?"

"You and me, idiot," Santana whispered back, her face scrunched up in sleep-induced irritation. "Sometimes... I wish we were more than friends."

Rachel was taken aback. She had shared the bed and her heart with Santana on countless occasions, and there were times she wished for something more too. But hearing the confession from Santana's lips, even if she was half-asleep, it changed something for Rachel. She felt a flutter, a new stirring in her heart.

"Santana," she started, her voice filled with a soft emotion. "You aren't dreaming now."

Santana groaned again, the sound interrupted by her yawning. She clutched at the edge of the blanket draped over them both. "Well, if this is a dream, don't wake me up, Rachel."

Rachel smiled, reaching out to slide her arm around Santana. They always cupped emotions and sensations into the night; each one an unwrapped gift by dawn. "I won't, I promise."

A promise. Simple words blended with the night but carrying the weight of deeper sentiments, silently knitting together fragmented pieces of their bond. A connect beyond friendship, maybe, that was being explored in the wee hours of the night.

"Good," Santana mumbled before slipping back into deeper slumber, the soft, rhythmic pattern of her breath lulling Rachel. They were more than just friends. They always had been. But for the first time, they allowed themselves to acknowledge it.

As the moon shone down on the sleeping figures, Rachel couldn't help but softly whisper, "Goodnight, love."

Hosie - Just as you are

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