Santana slammed the door to the locker room shut as she walked in.

She'd been walking down the halls minding her own business, terrorizing the population of McKinley High, when she saw Artie and Brittany making out.

She wanted to punch something.

But she wasn't jealous.

Not at all.

The ex-Cheerio was early for gym and thought about leaving when she heard singing from the far end of the locker room.

Santana smiled deviously.

If there was one thing Berry was good for, it was being her verbal punching bag.

The Latina walked back to her locker and opened her locker.

"No peeking, Manhands."

Rachel huffed before turning towards Santana.

"I said no peeking!"

"I'm not peeking, you haven't even begun to change yet. I was simply about to say that you're not really worth gawking at in the first place since any physical beauty you may have is negated by how bitchy you are."

"So, you think I'm hot? You're such a freak."

"I never said that. I just said that you posses some features that some people may find attractive. Why does everything I say have to come down to something sexual in your eyes?"

"Because everything you say sounds like that."

"Wrong. I have a feeling that you find me appealing. And that you only wish half the things you said were true."

"I'm not gay."

Rachel smirked and stepped closer.

Santana gulped before she remembered who she was.

"Back off, before I make you back off."

Rachel was close enough now that Santana could feel her puffs of breath on her lips.

"What will you do, show me how you do it in Lima Heights? We both know what the results of that were."

The ex-Cheerio wasn't turned on.

She wasn't allowed to be.

She was NOT into girls.

Or whatever Berry was.

"G-get away from me."

The shorter girl stood on her tiptoes and whispered into Santana's ear, "Okay."

She felt Rachel's lips brush her ears.

She shuddered, but not because it was hot, just because she was disgusted.

When Rachel stepped back Santana let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding.

Santana was pissed.

The stupid gym teacher had kept her late talking to her about how she was "too competitive" and how she should "give the other team a chance."

By the time she went into the showers everyone except for Berry was gone.

"Hey Santana." Rachel sang from behind her shower curtain.

Purposely ignoring her, Santana hung up her towel and turned on the water.

She let the water run down her back, careful to avoid getting her hair wet.

When she shut off the water, she was surprised by Rachel who just left the shower, too.

"Did you time this just so you could see me in my towel?"

"I don't know, did you time running into me in the halls yesterday after my third period class? Because I know for a fact that it would take you at least two minutes to walk to that hall from your class and I only spend three minutes at my locker."

"Whatever, Tranny."

"That was very clever of you, I'm delighted that you put forth so much effort in your retorts. And I'm not a transexual, you know."

"I'll believe it when I see it."

Without a word, surprisingly, Rachel dropped her towel to the ground.

"Is this proof enough for you?"

Santana was speechless.

Rachel Berry was standing in front of her.

Naked.

And wet.

Drops of water still trickled down into the hollow her collarbone and further down.

Her breasts were full and her nipples were hard just begging Santana to take one in her mouth and s- 'Wait a minute,' she thought, 'This is Berry. Who's a girl, and not just any girl, she's the fucking hobbit who's pissed me off for years. I did not just think that about her.'

"You're staring, Santana."

"You could still have a really tiny penis..." Her words sounded weak. Even to her own ears.

Rolling her eyes, the younger girl walked over to Santana and grabbed her hand.

"Let go!"

"I was simply about to let you feel how I don't have an additional appendage."

The Latina gulped.