"I promised I wouldn't do this." Rachel thought to herself for probably the thousandth time.
"I mean it's not right and she probably won't even go for it. Seriously you are Rachel Berry and she is Santana Lopez, head bitch, captain of the cheerios, beautiful, sexy… ok stop." Even Rachel had to pull herself out of her long rants sometimes.
Rachel looked up and saw Santana sitting there watching her with a confused look on her face. "Did I say that out loud?" She thought.
"Is there something I can help you with Santana?"
"No," the Latina replied, "just wondering why you went from sad to smiling to confused in about 1.2 seconds, you were giving me whiplash with all those emotions."
"I apologize Santana, I was merely thinking of all of the possibilities for me on broadway, I could be in Les Mis or…"
"I'm going to stop you right there dwarf." Rachel's heart sank and she stopped talking, "See that's better, you look good when you're not talking." With that Santana walked away.
"Did she just… no there's no way, she was insulting me, she couldn't have meant…" Rachel was in the middle of her thoughts staring after the Latina as she bent over to pick up some trash giving Rachel full view of her amazing ass and legs. Needless to say all thought stopped and Rachel became aware of the fact that she would probably have to throw away the panties she was currently wearing, and also she needed to find somewhere private, fast.
The diva quickly found the nearest janitor's closet that she knew locked from the inside, threw herself in and locked the door. "This girl is going to be the death of me." She thought right before she slid her hand down into her underwear and was met by an amount of wetness she did not think was possible.
She moaned as she rubbed her hand up and down her slit, collecting her juices as she made her way up to rub her clit. She didn't have long, lunch ended in 10 minutes, so she would have to forgo drawing her pleasure out and get straight down to business. Rachel shoved two fingers in her practically untouched pussy, imagining it was the cheerio's hands instead pumping in and out of her at a vigorous pace.
She slammed her fingers in and out of her now dripping pussy and circled her clit in tight fast circles with the other hand. She knew she had to come soon, so she wouldn't be late for class and break her perfect attendance record, so she went to an old trick she had used plenty of times getting herself off before. She imagined Santana going down on her, head between her thighs, driving her talented tongue into rachel's waiting pussy.
The image was too much and the scream Rachel had been trying quite hard to stifle came out loud and clear, "SANTANA!" After a few minutes Rachel came down from her orgasm and realized she had two minutes to get to class, and was also praying that the hall was cleared enough that no one heard her or would see the diva leave the janitor's closet.
She tentatively stepped out of the closet and it appeared everyone was gone so she fully exited and headed towards her locker.
Santana came out of nowhere, walked right by the diva saying "High-five Rachel." Holding her hand out, then taking it back saying, "Maybe not, don't know where that hand has been." She had a smirk on her face as she passed the reddening girl, while the bell rang.
Rachel then had three succinct thoughts, the first terrifying, "She knows…" the second making her grin ear to ear, "She called me Rachel." And the third hit her as she looked through the hall and realized she was the only one there, "I'm late for class!"