After a prompt by RiverKirby...hope ya'll like...
Was suppose to be a oneshot, became a threefer...
Don't own Glee, sorry for my mistakes...
Enjoy!
The first time it happened it was an accident. She'd been stressed over Finn's surprise proposal and he'd been pestering her for days for an answer. She'd developed a pain in her neck, literally and that pain had spread down her vertebrae until the entirety of her back had been in pain. It was at this point when Kurt had stepped in and convinced her to seek out the help of a masseuse.
That was how she'd first come to Helping Hands Massage. She'd been apprehensive about it at first, a stranger and their strange hands touching her? Kurt had had to strand her in front of the strip mall without her phone in order for her to finally cave to the fact that she needed help.
When she'd met the receptionist, Kelly, a pretty redhead with a ready smile, her voice had squeaked awkwardly for a female masseuse. The girl had given her a small smile like she knew a secret and ushered her into room 15.
She'd waited, unsure of what the proper protocol was for getting a massage. Did one strip and wait? Well, did one get completely naked? She gulped at the prospect of being laid bare in front of a stranger. What was she thinking? She couldn't possibly do that.
She rose up and took the few steps towards the door only to be caught offf guard when it opened to reveal Santana Lopez dressed in light blue scrubs.
"Santana?"
"You've got to be kidding me? Dwarf? Is this a joke?"
"I was going to ask you the same thing."
"Seriously Yentl, I don't have the patience to plot against you twenty-four-seven. I work here." The Latina rolled her eyes.
"How is that even possible?"
"What can I say, Dinah says I have magic hands..." Black eyebrows waggled conspiratorially.
Rachel's face burned. "...and Dinah's my cousin, gotcha." Santana chuckled loudly.
"Yeah..." Rachel's eyes darted around the cheerleader.
"What you leavin'? Scared you're gonna like my hands all over you?" A dark eyebrow rose in challenge.
"I never..."
"With Fincompetent, I'm not surprised." Brown eyes sparkled mischievously.
"Just please move, this is not a good idea, I don't know why I let Kurt talk me into this, I'm fine...owwwwww." The diva groaned as a shock of pain ran up her spine.
"Yeah, you seem fine," Santana snarked an arm coming around the smaller woman and turning her back to the room, "come on, let me help you, Rachel, okay? I'm great at this."
Maybe it was the way her voice changed from mocking to sincere, maybe it was that she'd actually called her Rachel. Not dwarf. Not Yentl. Not midget or stubbles or Berry: Rachel. Maybe it was the fact that Santana was comforting her and she seemed so confident and sure of herself. Or more likely maybe it was because she was in a world of pain. She was betting on the pain because the next thing she knew she was back seated on the massage table grimacing as her back and neck throbbed.
"Okay you have to strip."
"Strip?" Rachel gulped, cheeks flaming.
"Yeah, as in undress, Smurfette, see" the Latina turned her back slowly, "not looking, put on the towel."
"Um...yep...yep...this isn't weird at all..." Rachel took on last quick glance to make sure she wasn't being watched and began to slowly disrobe.
"I-I'm done..." Rachel broke the silence tightening the towel.
"Cool," Santana smirked turning around and cracking her knuckles, "let's get this party started."
"Lay on your stomach." Santana spoke after the smaller woman didn't move.
"Oh...okay..." The diva lay down gingerly on her stomach.
"Okay, now try to relax alright? Go to like the Shire or you know the Smurffiest meadow you can think of..." The lights dimmed.
"You mean my happy place?"
"Yep, that Tinks, think of your happiest thought." The Latina placed her hands on either shoulder and began to knead the muscles.
"You watch Disney? Santana Freakin' Lopez, quotes Peter Pan, who knew?" Rachel's giggle turned into a sigh of contentment as she felt the tension in her back ease.
"Toldja my hands were magic. What did Gigantor do to get you this worked up?"
"Who said Finn had anything to do with my stress?"
"You just did by dodging my question, 's'cool, he isn't Finnept for nothin'."
"Can we just not do this? I don't want to discuss my relationship with you."
"Yep..." An elbow pressed down into the middle of her back and she groaned in delighted surprise as something popped loudly and she felt at ease and completely boneless.
That had been the first time and afterwards Rachel had felt relaxed and relieved. She hadn't meant to ever go back, it was weird. Granted she could no longer classify the Latina as her arch-nemesis, it didn't quite make them friends either. She felt like she might be messing with the delicate harmony the Glee Club had achieved if she ever returned for another massage.
But, she had ended up going back. Several times in fact. First, after declining Finn's proposal his incessant whining mixed with bursts of chair-kicking rage had caused the tension to return to her body, so she in turn had returned to Helping Hands and incidentally, Santana. Next, there'd been a sharp escalation in the New Directions vs. Warblers mini war and the crisis had been yet another burden she'd felt piled on her shoulders. Then, they'd been busy trying to come up with a set list for Regionals and trying to get Mr. Schue to buckle down and make a sound decision had driven her up one wall and down the other. It had been this time that Santana had actually told her to stop by the shop. By the time Regionals week began she had been basically getting weekly massages and had already fitted a place in her tight schedule that week for a daily visit.
"Hey, Rach," Kelly smile faltered as she stormed into the reception area anger radiating from her, "you alright?"
"Sorry, Kelly, today was just really awful. If anyone ever tells you that you and your ex can manage to be friends and be cordial don't believe them, ok?" The diva huffed.
"Sorry your day was so rough, uh...maybe it can end better?"
"I don't see how it could get much worse." She shrugged, "Is Santana ready for me?"
"Uh...yeah, sure...you know the way, guess we'll talk after..." The redhead sighed as Rachel walked past the desk and down the hall to room 15.
Rachel walked in to an already dim room with the light of a few candles flickering, but the Latina was no where in sight. Rachel shrugged and walked over to the table beginning to strip.
"Well that was truly sad..." Rachel shrieked, heart pounding in her chest at the sudden interruption.
"Jeez, Santana!" Rachel bowed her head breathing hard.
"What? It's not as if I wasn't expected." The Latina smirked eyes traveling the smaller brunette's body, "Nice bra, Tinks."
"Oh my God, turn around!"
"Why for? Already seen the girls anyways." Dark brown eyes sparkled mischievously.
"I'm not here to give you a free show, Santana." Her arms crossed.
"Fine, fine..." The masseuse turned her back to the smaller woman.
Rachel made sure that her teammate wasn't looking and continued to disrobe. She put on the awaiting towel. When she was done she told the other girl so, and lay face down on the table.
"So...what's sad?" Rachel asked after the silence got too overwhelming.
"You and Kells."
"Who?" Rachel's head popped up in question.
"Kelly, the hot little redhead who apparently has low self-esteem or some sick midget fetish."
"I have an even less clue as to what you are referring than usual."
"Santana calling Clueless, the receptionist, Kelly? She's totes got a thing for you, did you not just witness her lame attempt to ask you out during your Finnocene inspired rant?"
"She was not hitting on me."
"Yeah, she was."
"I think I'd know if someone was hitting on me, Santana..." Rachel rolled her eyes.
"Doubtful."
Rachel shrugged, determined not to allow the Latina to rope her into a useless argument.
"Wow, Rachel, this knot...it's really, really...tight." Santana husked close to her ear putting extra stress on the T's. "I need you to bare with me, alright? I'm going to use some more pressure."
Rachel gulped. Was that the tip of Santana's tongue on the shell of her ear? What in the world? She attempted to turn her head only to be held in place firmly by Santana's warm palms.
"Relax Rachel, you're in good hands." Santana smirked letting her hands trail down the smaller girl's back.
"S-Santana..." Rachel stammered her eyes falling close at the girl's light touches.
"Hmm? Tell me what you need, Rae." The masseuse asked pressing the heel of her hands under Rachel's shoulder.
"Goooooooooddddd..." The diva couldn't stop from moaning as the stress that she'd been building up was released by her teammate's hands.
Santana chuckled. "Santana is fine."
"Shut-up and just do your jo-job." The tiny brunette growled.
"Oooooooo, I love it when you're feisty." Santana scratched her nails down Rachel's side delighting in the way the smaller girl squirmed.
She wasn't gonna lie the midget had a certain sexy quality that in her opinion had been completely wasted on Pyramid Nipples. Massaging the girl had given her a sneak peek into the tight little body that she'd hidden under her horrendous wardrobe choices. She wasn't going to lie, the diva was attractive and the fact that with a mere touch she had her moaning was just a plus.
"Does that feel good, Rachel? Like that?" She asked her voice taking on a husky quality.
"Mhmm.."
"I like to make you feel good." She spoke against the smaller girl's ear.
"Um...I-I-I-I think we should stop...I feel much better now..." Rachel nervously rushed out rising while clutching onto the towel wrapped around her torso.
"You still have fifteen minutes." The Latina smirked.
"Yeah, um...but I just remembered I have to um...I have to be home early-earlier than usual today."
"Is that a fact?" Santana arched a fine eyebrow skeptically.
"Yes?" The diva squeaked out avoiding the other girl's chocolate gaze.
"Well, then I guess I'll see you tomorrow then, same time?" "Um...yeah...yeah..yes...maybe..." Hands fiddling with in her lap.
"Hmmm...well alright then, Rachel." Santana shook her head and left the diva alone in the room to redress.
Santana stood outside the door and took a deep and shaky breathe. She leaned her head back against the wood and allowed her heart a moment to calm. Sure, at the beginning she had just been messing with the smaller brunette, pushing her buttons to prove that the diva knew jackshit about when someone was flirting. But, by the time the other girl had moaned out for a deity Santana had gotten fully involved in her ministrations. She wondered truthfully how far Rachel would have allowed her to go? What would she have done if she'd captured her lips in her own? If she'd allowed the fingers that had been traveling her sides to slip around the front of her body? To slip underneath the towel? To dip into the younger girl? She shivered and felt herself become aroused at the thought.
"Shit..." The Latina mumbled, she wanted Rachel Berry.
Onward...
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