Day One - Inappropriate Flirting
Clothes.
Yes, that's what the new Rachel Berry needs.
Clothes, nothing else. Just . . . clothes.
A fresh new start, Kurt had said when he was comforting her in her time of need when her ex-boyfriend had recently broke up with her just a day before Graduation Day, just so she could start chasing her dreams as an upcoming Broadway starlet and that Finn could get redemption for his dad and be a soldier.
So, yes, first things first is . . . clothes. True the fact that her style had changed since her Freshmen Year where she used to wear animal sweaters complimented with high knee socks (she still does wear them, just not regularly) and Mary Janes. And now, since the starting of Senior Year, she had changed her sense of fashion after a confrontation with Sebastian Smythe about how her closet threw up on her and that even grandmas dress better than her.
Now, she doesn't need sweaters anymore, she needs normal clothes. As Brittany told her once that she needs to reorganize her closet before the robot ducky comes and burns the horrible sweaters for her and also, that she needs to do it to be a proper iconic Broadway starlet.
"How about this?" Kurt questioned, holding up a grey striped tunic before frowning when Rachel only grimaced and shook her head. He sighed tiredly and raised both of his hands in surrender, "Rachel, sooner or later you have to choose some clothes. At least, three tops, five shorts and tons of accessories,"
Rachel sighed, she had been too busy drowning her sorrows and her incredulous thoughts. "I'm sorry Kurt but my mind's somewhere else,"
"Well," Kurt almost shrieked, clearly frustrated. "Get your mind here then. Goodness, I'm going to get some coffee so you better have your hands full of clothing by the time I get back," he instructed, almost reminding Rachel of Miss Sylvester. The boy nodded curtly before walking towards the exit of JCPenney.
Sighing loudly, Rachel rubbed her temples in frustration and forced herself to focus. Okay, Rachel. The sooner you get this over with, the sooner you can get to obtain your two best friends, Ben and Jerry at home. Rachel nodded to herself before picking up the shopping basket near her feet and started to look out for clothes, no sweaters of course.
. . .
Rachel was actually kind of having fun.
Now she knows why most girls in Lima love to waste their time with shopping and you know the feeling you get when you just purchased something that you really, really, really like and you just can't wait to try it at home? Yeah, Rachel's having that feeling.
So here she was, in Victoria's Secret, trying to find a matching red panties and bras when suddenly, a figured towered above her and gently put their hands around her eyes, making the petite girl jump slightly and asked in an almost fearful tone, "Uh…Kurt? Is that you?"
The figure only smiled although Rachel couldn't see it and gave a negative response, "Nope,"
The answer was simple, to be quite frank but there's a voice in Rachel's head that is somehow convincing her that the person behind her was actually her based on the raspiness and uniqueness of the voice.
No, it can't be her.
You never know.
Great, her conscience was talking back to her, arguing over the fact if the person behind her was really her. Rachel took a deep breath and softly inquired, "Santana?"
"Ring a ding ding! Congrats Berry, you finally guessed it," Rachel couldn't fight the giggle that was bubbling up in her as the Latina gently remove her hands from Rachel's eyes. Rachel immediately turned around to face Santana who was staring her with genuine sincerity in her brown orbs.
Rachel's heart began to race. "May I help you with anything, Santana?"
That seemed to take out the Latina out of her frozen state as she let a well-known smirk appear on her complexion before leaning on the wall of bras next to her. "Well….," she trailed off before inching more until her thighs were touching Rachel's and she could feel Rachel's warm breath on her cheek.
"Yes?" the smaller brunette gulped, momentarily forgetting the red lingerie in her hands.
Rachel's breath hitched and curtly dropped the red lingerie as expert fingers started to toy around with her skirt and looked up to see a smirk and mischievous glint in Santana's eyes. "You were incredible during our duet just now,"
"Well, thank you, Santana but I still do no-," she was cut off with a finger on her lip and a 'Shh'. When it was clear that Rachel wasn't going to contribute anything else, Santana dragged her finger softly across Rachel's soft plump lips whereas her other hand was starting to go up Rachel's skirt, nails dragging along Rachel's inner thigh.
Santana unconsciously licked her lips and slide her leg into Rachel's core, making the diva gasp sharply and moaned softly. "You, Rachel Berry, must be a light switch," the Latina let out a raspy chuckle when a look of confusion with a mix of anxiousness appeared on the other brunette's face. "Because every time I see you, you turn me on," she said with her husky voice before leaning in and gently nibbled Rachel's ear and Rachel's quite certain that she needs more panties.
Rachel couldn't find the power to push Santana away because it feels real good – Finn's never made her heart race so rapidly and her ovaries to almost explode. "S-Santana," she breathed out, not knowing that she just made Santana even wetter than before.
Either way, Rachel's positive that they both need new pairs of panties.
"Rachel," the cheerleader slide her leg in and out between Rachel's thighs, making the smaller girl moan in appreciation and let her head drop onto Santana's broad shoulders. "Fuck," Santana whispered harshly, not even caring about the looks they're getting.
"OH MY GOODNESS!" a sharp piercing voice suddenly shrieked, making the two girls pull away from each other almost immediately with a red tint on each of their cheeks and looked at their intruder who has his eyes closed with a hand slapped over them.
An awfully pale boy sauntered over to them when the coast was clear. "Rachel Berry, I leave you for a 45 minutes and I catch you dry humping with Santana Lopez," Kurt shook his head rapidly as if to shake out the images from his head and put a hand on his temple.
Santana managed to recover quickly and jabbed a finger to the boy's chest. "Oh, shut it, Pastry Face. That was nothing and besides, I bet you and Blaine has done far more naughty and dirty things," she smirked wickedly as the color from Kurt's face literally drained off before turning to the smaller brunette. "Oh well, I guess we'll just have to continue this another time, Rachel,"
Rachel nodded, not daring herself to say anything.
Santana moved past the pale frozen boy and leaned into Rachel's ear before whispering, "I'll see you later, babe. I might be coming over….but you could come too," she licked Rachel's earlobe and straightened her back.
"Goodbye divas," she waved off before almost sprinting towards the exit.
Kurt could only nod awkwardly and turned his head towards a frozen Rachel Berry. "What was that, Rachel?"