AN: If I continue this story, the pairing will be as follows: Pezberry, Brittana, slight Finchel and maybe a dash of Klaine.
Rachel Berry was idly walking down the hall, humming Twinkle Little Star when she spotted a slim figure leaning against her locker. Sighing in annoyance and wondering what sort of prank had been rigged to explode when she opened the door, she stormed up to the person.
"Hello Santana, what can I do for you today?" she said with a fake smile and an ultra sweet voice. Santana just grinned and took her weight of the locker, bringing herself to her full height.
"I just wanted to offer you something," she said also with a sweet smile, showing off her pearly white teeth.
"Yes and what's that?" Rachel asked, her annoyance seeping through like venom. Santana grinned, leaned in and put her mouth to Rachel's ear, her breath tickling her neck. "I was wondering if you were free tomorrow night." She smirked and blew a piece of Rachel's hair so it flicked into the smaller girl's eyes. Rachel flinched and drew back.
"Why? Do you want me to help you out with something in Glee Club?" Santana rolled her eyes. "No, I want us to eat out." She winked. Rachel smiled, not understanding. "I guess that'd be ok. I'm really glad you want us to get over our differences Santana."
Santana couldn't believe that Berry didn't know what she meant. She groaned and pushed Rachel against her locker. She seductively trailed her tongue over her teeth, "Listen. You're so innocent it's amazing you've even kissed Frankenteen or Mr. Whore Lips- who has seemed to be attracted to beached whales lately."
"Look, what I'm saying is I haven't had a piece of action in about three weeks. And I don't enjoy drought seasons." A look of horror plastered itself on Rachel's face as she realized what Santana meant. "Most of the time you look like you should be dropped jail for committing fashion murder, but those short skirts you wear? Fucking sexy."
Rachel cleared her throat awkwardly and tried to pry herself away from the body that trapped her against her locker.
"You want us to….get together?"
"No I want you to fuck JewFro. Yes Berry, don't be naïve. Think about it: when Finn realizes how hot you are when you're with me, he'll come crawling back into your arms. He won't think twice about Quinn."
"What do you get out if it?" Rachel asked, suspicious. But at the same time contemplating the idea.
"Me?" Santana stopped for a second, as if she was going to reveal something she didn't want to. Then her eyes glistened. "I get a hot ass to tap. Anyway, tell me your answer, if you're in, which you will be 'cause no one can resist me."
Santana sauntered off. Rachel found it hard to breathe and was pretty sure her face was looking like a tomato right now. Could she do this with Santana? Santana did have a point… And she desperately wanted Finn back. Even though she said she was over him and off dating guys for a while, she did want to make him jealous, and for him to know what he was missing out on. She was also sick of Quinn looking down at her at every turn, a little smirk playing on her face.
That's it, Rachel thought to herself, I'm going to do it. A soft smile played across her face as she ran after Santana.
AN: This is just an intro, if you want more please leave me a review. The chapters will be longer. Thankyou!
