Disclaimer: I will only do this for the whole 50 chapters, I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING, only the plot for this piece. Glee and its characters belong to RIB and FOX.

A/N: So, here's the first chapter for the 50 word challenge, it came to me randomly while listening to 'Labios compartidos" a song by Mana, a Mexican rock band. Anyways, hope you like it, you know how to reach me! Also, I apologize beforehand for any grammar horrors you may find as this story is unbeta-ed and English is not my first language.

2. Kiss

The heavy door closed shut behind her, the finality of the sound making the brunette sigh heavily with relief, she was finally home. Letting her bag fall carelessly to the side, her eyes swept the open room with something akin to apathy, worn out beyond her years after yet another day in the real world. But that didn't last long, something stirring behind dark orbs as the sound of soft footsteps reached her ears, warmth already spreading down her body and congregating shamelessly in her core as her gaze zeroed in on the figure sauntering out of her room.

All thoughts died in her brain as she took in the sight hungrily, all smooth curves and caramel skin, red lips and sinful promises hidden behind a small smirk. Her roommate was truly a goddess walking among mortals, Rachel decided right then and there just before the other brunette stopped dangerously close to her gradually warming body.

One kiss was all it took, not even a single word uttered as she let herself be pushed down on the couch, a now familiar weight straddling her lap as their bodies fell into a dance they knew by heart now. Rachel was too far gone, even if in the back of her mind she knew this was yet another mistake, another nail on the coffin she had built for herself.

Just one kiss. That's how it all started many months ago, when her heart was yet again crushed by the harsh blow of a failed relationship. A kiss that had her legs threatening to give out under her own weight, to make her fall into what subconsciously Rachel knew would be her doom. She never stopped falling since then.

Next time her eyes swept the room, the sun was low in the sky, casting the apartment in a warm, orange haze. She didn't have to reach for her lover, the young diva knew she wouldn't find her anywhere in the apartment they had been sharing for years now. It was a well practiced routine, they would push each other to their limit for hours on end, half demanding, half pleading in the silence that was the backdrop for a symphony composed by moans, gasps and words dying behind bruised lips. Rachel would give and Santana would take it all with unmatched greed, then once her craving was sated, the latina would simply shower, get dressed and go out in search for her next prey, sometimes even staying out the whole night or even a couple days in a row, however long it took for her to feel satisfied.

And Rachel waited for Santana to return every single time, even when if it killed her.

Friends with benefits. That had been the deal proposed by the more experienced woman after the second time they had found themselves a panting mess against each other in the middle of the day, sprawled on the floor in the middle of the living room because the need had been too great for them to even make it to the room. They had sealed the deal with a kiss and just like that, Rachel knew she had sealed her fate, sold her soul and turned herself in, leaving her at the mercy of whom would become her judge, jury and executioner.

Many hours later she sat in the same couch, fresh out of the shower and already holding a glass of cheap wine in her hand, gaze lost in the memories of so many nights and days shared with her lover, her friend and her worst enemy. Her mind replaying the rare words exchanged in their encounters like a broken record, torturing the petite songbird with scenarios where Santana showered other women with her expert touch, the teasing undertone of her kisses that only served to make you crave more, always more and the raw sensuality of her whole being.

Rachel always knew she wasn't about to be the only one for Santana. Not now and perhaps not ever. But she had dreamt of it, being the masochist that she was.

It was almost the dusk of a new day when the movement of her bed dipping under an added weight pulled her out of a dreamless sleep, but she didn't dare move, going as far as to hold her breath as her clearly drunk bedmate shuffled around, trying to get comfortable between slurred curses until finally a toned leg came to rest over her thighs and a slim arm circled her waist with a long sigh before becoming immobile as sleep claimed Santana.

Only then did Rachel allow herself to exhale slowly, trying to blink back the sudden tears as her chest burned like it always did when the other woman came back to her bed after being in someone else's.

It was one kiss that started it all, that unleashed the raging storm they now lived in and as her resolve broke once more and trembling hands brought the one resting on her stomach to kiss the exposed palm softly, Rachel Barbra Berry was completely honest with herself.

"I love you…"

She had broken her own heart, and it was all just for a kiss.

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