IT STARTED WITH A WHISPER


She doesn't know what she's doing.

This guy's practically got his hand up her skirt and she doesn't know what to do about it.

Sure, she knows what to do, of course, but she's not sure that she really gets it now that it's happening.

He's OK. She met him at the mixer a few weeks ago and he's been calling her ever since. She didn't want to pick up at first because he seemed a little too persistent but her best friend, Santana, told her to grow up and just answer the phone. She said that she didn't need to wait for the perfect guy to have sex, she just needed a little experience before she found the right guy, if that make any sense. And then she called her a stuck-up virgin.

Nice.

Blaine, the guy, removes his creeping hand when he sees the out-of-it look on her face. She's admiring the ceiling, murmuring as though she's thinking of something. She is, something completely different than her current position. She's thinking what she has to do for tomorrow.

College is stressful, especially when you have a part time job on the side and unaccountable family problems back at home.

"Hey," he snaps her out of her thoughts, waving a hand in front of her face.

She glances down at him and raises an eyebrow, "Yeah?"

Blaine sighs and stands up from her bed, "We're not doing this, are we?" He sounds pissed, and she wonders if that was all he wanted from her.

Because that's not what she wants. She wants a relationship, a steady hand to hold. If she has to give herself to someone else before that day comes, then so be it.

The brunette shakes her head and blinks a few times, "No, come on."

She invites him back over to join her but he simply slips his shoes back on and turns the doorknob. "Whatever, see 'ya around campus."

He leaves the room, the door slamming behind him. She folds her arms across her chest like a child and throws herself back against her variety of cushions with a huff.

She didn't like him, anyway.


The barista hands over the cup of coffee and she immediately blows through the small hole, as she listens to her friend talk about random crap.

"I mean, seriously, does he have a stick up his ass?"

She doesn't know what Santana's talking about, but she guesses it's about the new professor who failed Santana for some reason to remain unknown.

She doesn't even care all that much.

"Bitch? You listenin'?" she calls her out as they take a seat down at a table. Santana checks the time on her phone before watching Rachel as the girl stares at the floor. "The fuck are you staring at?"

Rachel's head snaps up and she looks confused.

"Huh?"

"What are you now, retarded? What's up?"

She takes a sip of her latte before replying with a sigh, "I couldn't do it."

Santana shakes her head and squints her eyes at the girl, "Are you fucking kidding me? Rach, come on, you can't wait around forever. You'll start growing dust bunnies down there or something."

"Oh, fuck you. Sorry I'm not a super-slut like you."

"Honey, you're not any kind of slut. And I'll take that comment with a smile, thank you." She grins over Rachel, "Just like- just pick someone."

"You expect me to make a decision based on 'hey, pick a random stranger to lose your virginity to'? No, thanks. I'd rather wait."

"You're almost twenty! Do you have any idea how bad that is? You're practically a newborn."

Rachel smiles over at her sarcastically, "Very funny." She rests her head down in her hands for a few seconds.

The door to the coffee shop opens and a couple of guys enter, heading over to the counter. One of them throws a football to another, but he doesn't catch it, instead letting it fall to the ground, beside an elderly couple. The guy apologizes before picking up the ball and hitting his friend on the shoulder with a chuckle.

"Hudson!" Santana suddenly declares, her voice quiet enough for the guy not to hear. "Fucking Hudson! Damn in, how have I not thought about this before?"

Rachel frowns, "What about him?" She takes another sip of her coffee.

"Fuck him."

She spits out her drink and Santana pulls a face, "Oh no, you didn't."

"Are you fucking crazy? He's one of my best friends."

"Exactly!" Santana begins, handing Rachel a tissue to clear up the small mess, "He's your friend, so he's not some random guy you just met. You know him well enough for things not to be awkward. Think about it, Rach."

"No, no. No!" She shakes her head in a fast motion.

It's a good idea though, right?

She doesn't have to get to know him, she doesn't have to pretend to like him.

It's perfect, really.

"Oh, do it tonight! At Quinn's party, come on, it'll be great. Oh my god, do it in her bed!" She sounds excited at the idea, as though it'd be good payback against the girl. They used to be friends, but they'd somehow drifted apart over time.

"I am not having with someone in their ex-girlfriend's bed!" Rachel shrieks.

"She's barely his ex. The guy's slept with almost every girl in our sorority."

"I don't care!"

Santana brushes her off, "You're already close... what's a bit of nudity going to change?" Santana tries, shrugging her shoulders in a casual manner with a smirk on her face. "Besides, the guy's been in love with you since like forever."

Her last words go unnoticed by Rachel, who's watching him as he orders their drinks over the counter. Puck, the other guy, is bouncing the ball back from one hand to another.

He turns his head as he waits, catching her attention and sending over a smile.

She smiles back briefly with a small wave before turning her head and covering the side of her face that he can see.

"Great, now I can't even look at him because I'm picturing him naked! Thanks!"

Santana grins, "See, you've already decided."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Picturing someone naked is step one of wanting to have sex with them. You, my dear, have passed the first phase." She smiles at her proudly and taps her shoulder with congratulations.

Finn hands Puck his coffee before heading over to their table.

"S'up, Lopez?" Puck quips, sending the girl a wink.

She smiles with flirtation up at him, "Not much, Puckerman. You want to change that tonight?"

"You fucking bet!"

Finn shakes his head and looks down at Rachel, "You okay?" He asks upon seeing her expression, "You seem a little bothered by something."

Just imaging you butt-naked is all.

She gulps, trying her best to keep her eyes from darting to his crotch.

I wonder how big his-

She's interrupted by Santana clearing her throat with a smirk on her face as she looks at Rachel. She doesn't know if she's relieved or pissed off because she interrupted her thoughts.

"So, you guys coming to the party tonight, right?"

"Fuck yeah, like we'd miss that." Puck sounds enthousiastic and slaps Finn on the arm.

The guy chuckles, "Yeah, we'll be there. You two going?"

Santana grins over at Rachel briefly before looking back up at the boys, "We are now."

"Great, well, see you then. We've gotta go practice." Finn explains, and they head out of the shop after bidding their goodbyes.

The darker brunette licks her lips and tilts her head to the ground with a sheepish look, "You hear that, Rach? They're going to-"

"Fuck off, Santana."