M for future chapters. I don't own glee or anything Shonda related. Might make into a multiple chapter fic.

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Netflix

Chpt. 1

It all started with Netflix. Rachel sat there staring at the screen with her mouth hanging wide open. She couldn't believe that Santana had cleared the queue list and left the L Word for her. It had to be a mistake or a very cruel joke.

Santana sat at the diner laughing to herself. She could just picture the look on Rachel's face when she got all comfortable and turned on Netflix. "Hahaha, she'll learn about touching my queue list." Santana, being Santana, had to teach Rachel a lesson now and nip this is the bud or she would be going thru another, "where the hell are all my CD's Berry" situation again. You see, Rachel has a habit of slowly and rudely taking over peoples' stuff. She never moved too fast and before you could look up and stop it, it would already be done.

When I got back to the loft, the first thing I heard was Rachel's voice nagging. "All I'm trying to do is show you some culture. There is more than bad reality T.V. and Shonda Thursdays. And what could I possibly learn from a group of friend who happen to be lesbians living in LA. I am not lesbian nor do I live in LA."

"A lot if you ask me" Santana said while coming thru the loft door. "We both secretly know that you fantasize about licking the va jay jay and that you use the bathroom while I'm in the shower to catch a look at the goods. And I thought we talked about shorten those paragraph you speak in. Remember short and to the point, just like those shorts you're wearing." smirked Santana grabbing a beer and sitting on the kitchen counter.

"You want short and to the point. Okay." Rachel mumbled to herself while she slowly raised her shirt over her head. She slowly swayed her way over to Santana and climbed up and straddles Santana. In the huskiest voice Santana has ever heard, Rachel says "You and me naked right here right now. No, no wait. I can shorten that." "You. In. Me. Now." She adds while licking the shell of Santana's ear.

Santana sits there for a second speechless. Her body betrayals her and responds immediately as she feels her pants tighting, "Holy shit!" finally comes out of her mouth. Rachel moves off of Santana's lap with an unnatural smirk on her face.

Simultaneously the loft is filled with "See you're not the only one that can play games, Santana" and "No wait, comes back."

"What did you say?" Rachel asked

"Huh?" Santana shot back quickly. "Nothing, nothing" Santana jumps off the counter and beelines for the bathroom.

While Santana scurried off to the other side of the loft, Rachel busies herself with putting back on her shirt while trying to hide the blush that was rising up her neck to her face. "I need a distraction, immediately!". She turns back to the T.V. and hit play, not remembering her problem with the selected series, and ten minutes into the first episode Rachel is blushing for a new reason.

"Thought you didn't have anything to learn." Rachel jumped to turn off the T.V. when she suddenly hears Santana's voice right behind her.

"I wasn't watching it, it was just playing in the background. I was just thinking about alot." Rachel quickly turns around and mumbles out and notice that Santana is wearing nothing but a towel. Rachel watches a drop of water roll down Santana's neck until it disappeared in her cleavage. 'What am I doing? I'm not attracted to Santana. My sexuality has never been defined but still this is Santana. But she did feel amazing pressed up against me. What the hell am I saying? I can't do this right now' Rachel is having a inner dialogue that is cut short when she hears Santana say something.

"Uh huh" replied Santana "Come on, you can tell Auntie Tana. Did you like watching the lesbians tasting each other's tacos?"

Rolling her eyes and hiding her blush, Rachel ignores Santana and retreats to the bathroom. "I guess I will finally have to experience a cold shower." Rachel says while turning on the shower.

Meanwhile in Santana's new section of the loft, which is Kurt's old room and he moved out last week, Santana is having a dialogue with herself.

"You can't do that anymore. This is our secret and you're giving it away." She says looking at the dick. "Yeah yeah, I know she has the longest legs and the softest hair but she is our friend. We can't go there." Her dick twitched just think about the position that they had been on the kitchen counter and how sexy Rachel sounded. 'she probably has the softest lips' "Ahhh, what am I going to do?" she says falling back onto bed and staring at her semi-hard dick.

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Please review and comment. Thinking about making this into a multiple chapter fic but depends on responds.