A/N: Okay, so I'm addicted to Pezberry now (and a little in love with Naya/Santana), so I'm trying a multi-chaptered fic. I would really appreciate some feedback, because I'd like to know if you think it sucks or not, because I'm not completely sure I like how I started it. In any case, read and (hopefully) enjoy, and tell me if it's even worth continuing it.
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee. Please don't sue.
My mouth dropped open. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"Are you serious?" I asked.
"Yes, I'm very serious, Santana. I've thought this through thoroughly, and I've decided that this is the only way that I can adequately make Finn feel exactly how I feel."
I was flabbergasted. There was no way this conversation was actually happening.
"You must be high or crazy if you think I'm going to agree to this," I said
"I really think this could be beneficial for both of us," she said. "Finn hasn't treated either of us particularly well, and-"
"I don't care what Finn's done to me, Manhands. I'm not going to sleep with you!"
Okay, I should probably rewind a little bit.
I'd told Rachel about Finn and I. It wasn't so much because I hated Rachel. In fact, contrary to popular belief, I didn't hate Rachel at all. It was just easy to pick on her because of her loud personality and atrocious sense of fashion. I actually hated Finn a lot more than I disliked Rachel. He'd been the worst lay I'd ever had, and then he had the nerve to tell me it didn't mean anything. Who says that to someone after they fuck them? Yeah, I'm easy and I'm cold, but that doesn't mean I don't have feelings...even if that's what I let everyone believe. Still, Finnocence should have had the common sense to keep that thought to himself.
That actually was the reason I'd let it slip. Rachel seemed so happy with him, and he was happy to let her believe that he was still a virgin. I couldn't take the lying anymore. Sure, Rachel could be loud, but that didn't mean she was annoying, as much as I said it did. She deserved better than Finn Hudson. Pretty much anyone deserved better than Finn Hudson, who spent his entire day trying to get Berry to give it up to him.
She'd been pissed off about it. I hadn't been expecting her to be as mad at me as she was, but I guess I could've found a more tactful way of telling her...and I probably could've refrained from mentioning that we ate afterwards. Somehow, in my twisted brain, I hadn't thought that along with making Finn look worse, I was making myself look pretty fucking bad, too. Eh, whatever. I started to think that Rachel hating me wasn't such a bad consequence, as long as she got away from Hudson.
I wasn't really sure why I'd suddenly started caring about Berry...
Anyway, I figured I'd done my job. Berry and Finn were on the fast track to Splitsville, and I later on that week led us to sectionals victory. I was on a high.
I pulled into school that morning, glad that my life seemed to be going fairly well. That is, until I saw Brittany walk by, pushing Artie.
"Hey, San!" she said to me. "You were so great at sectionals! I didn't really have a chance to say that, yet."
"Yeah, you were really great," Artie said, less enthusiastically. See, Artie was convinced that I was trying to steal his woman. Sure, I missed sex with Brittany-hell, I just really liked sex with women-but that didn't mean that I wanted to take her from him. She was my best friend, and as long as he kept her happy, I wasn't going to get in the way of that. I really wasn't in love with Brittany that way (although, she was more than just a warm body. Stupid gay panic getting in the way of sexytimes), and I was just glad she could be with someone that she could actually be with in public.
"Yeah, I know I was," I said back to him. Just because I appreciated that he took care of Britt didn't mean I liked him or anything. And just because I suddenly had some weird, unexplainable soft spot for Berry, that didn't mean that I wasn't still a bad ass.
"I was super happy that I got to dance while you sang, S," she said, and I smiled. "Are we going to hang out this weekend? We haven't had a sleepover in, like, forever. I could even spend the night tonight!"
"Yeah, Britt. That sounds like a plan, but not tonight. Puck's coming over," I said. Her face fell a little bit. "Don't worry. You can come over super early tomorrow. I'll make pancakes." She got this huge grin on her face, and I couldn't help but laugh a bit. I may not have been in love with Brittany, but I sure as hell loved her.
"Cool! I'll see you then!" she said, hugging me. "I'll talk to you later. Artie wants to do a duet to make up for the one we didn't do on duets day." She waved, then ran off, pushing Artie in front of her. I just shook my head. She was like a whirlwind sometimes.
I walked to my locker, glad that Quinn hadn't approached me about Cheerios yet. Now that she was head Cheerio again, she felt like she had to push the rest of us harder to prove a point. She was an idiot. The only person that could really get away with acting like an uber bitch was me, and that only came with years of acquiring a reputation. Quinn didn't have it in her to get that kind of rep, especially when we'd all seen her warm and fuzzy side after she got preggers.
As glad as I was that Quinn wasn't talking to me, I'd rather have that than the person that was currently walking towards me. I couldn't believe that Rachel Berry was approaching me outside of glee club. I assumed that it had to do with either what was wrong with my solo, or how much of a slut I was. I knew that she seemed to be particularly upset that I was the one that Finn chose to lose his V-card to...I didn't quite get that, though.
"Hello, Santana," she said, flashing me a smile. Okay, I really didn't know what the hell was going on.
"What do you want, Ru Paul?" I snapped. I just wanted to get this stupid conversation over with.
She sighed. "Okay, I realize that the two of us don't have the best history with each other, but I would like to change that." She smiled again. Why did she keep smiling at me. "I wanted to start out by saying that I was really impressed by your solo. It was the perfect song choice, and I couldn't have sung it better myself. Well, I probably could have, but I have years of training, and-"
"Word of advice?" I said, cutting her off. She smiled (again) and nodded for me to go on. "You should take everything you say before you say it and cut off the last two sentences. You'd be a lot more tolerable that way."
She looked at me confused. "I sometimes take a while to get to my point, so I fear if I were to follow your advice, half of the things that come out of my mouth wouldn't make any sense."
"It'd still be an improvement," I said. I started walking away from my locker, and she followed.
"Actually, there was more to this than me just complimenting you, although the compliment was well deserved." I turned around to look at her, and she still had that smile plastered to her face.
"Why do I feel like your trying to butter me up? Shouldn't you be calling me a whore or something?" I really didn't like where this conversation was going. Rachel was very rarely nice to me...mostly because I was never nice to her, but whatever.
"While I'm not thrilled by the thought of you and Finn together...intimately...I can assure you that you are not the party in this that I am upset with. You're not the one that entered a relationship with me, then proceeded to lie to me for the entire duration of that relationship. In fact, you were the only one in the entire glee club that had the decency to tell me the truth, and I value that, even if you did do it in the least tactful way imaginable." She took a deep breath, and I cut her off before she could go on for another paragraph.
"Yeah, I know. You value the truth. It's why you told Finn about Quinn and Puck, right?" I asked, and she blushed...which was weird.
"I figured that everyone assumed that was a plot to steal Finn," she said.
"Yeah, well, everyone is stupid. It was pretty clear there was more to it than that." She smiled, and then I was really freaked out with myself. Why was I being nice to her? Sure, I didn't hate her, but that didn't mean I liked her, either. "Okay, seriously, can you get to your point now?"
Rachel straightened her shoulders and looked me in the eyes. I didn't like the look she was giving me...I could tell that whatever she was getting at wasn't going to be good.
"Okay, I'm going to make a suggestion, and I would like it if you would completely hear me out before you freak out or run away or punch me." She looked really nervous. It was sort of...cute...in a really lame, desperate way.
"Okay," I said, warily.
She took a few deep breaths, then started talking. "Finn slept with you, and then lied to me about it and it hurt me immensely. I didn't really care so much that he slept with you; boys don't seem to value their virginity like girls do. It hurt me more that he lied to me. If he'd just been honest from the start, I wouldn't have had the reaction that I had. That being said, I want him to feel at least a fraction of what I'm feeling right now."
"So you want revenge?" I said, and she nodded. "Wow, Berry. I didn't think you had it in you."
"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, Santana." I smiled at that.
"So how do I fit into this?" I asked. "Seems like the only way to get back at Finn would be to sleep with someone else."
She took another deep breath. Okay, now I really didn't like where this was going.
"You're exactly right, Santana. The only way I can get back at Finn is to lose my virginity to someone else," she looked at me, waiting for me to react. I couldn't. She couldn't mean what I thought she meant. "That's where you come in."
My mouth dropped open. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"Are you serious?" I asked.
"Yes, I'm very serious, Santana. I've thought this through thoroughly, and I've decided that this is the only way that I can adequately make Finn feel exactly how I feel."
I was flabbergasted. There was no way this conversation was actually happening.
"You must be high or crazy if you think I'm going to agree to this," I said
"I really think this could be beneficial for both of us," she said. "Finn hasn't treated either of us particularly well, and-"
"I don't care what Finn's done to me, Manhands. I'm not going to sleep with you!"
Okay, I believe that brings us to where I started.
"I really think you're overreacting," she said. I wanted to scream at her or slap her or something, but we were already drawing attention, so I dragged her into the nearest empty bathroom.
"I am NOT overreacting, Berry! Why did you ever think I'd agree to this!"
Rachel shrugged. "I figured you were a reasonable person, and I thought that you may be willing to go along with this after you heard my argument."
I was shocked. I was so shocked I couldn't even think of a bitchy comment to make. Nothing was running through my head but a single thought.
Rachel Berry wants us to fuck...
After about a full minute of silence, Rachel started waving her hand in front of my face.
"Stop it!" I said.
"I'm sorry, you just looked catatonic." We were silent for a little bit longer. "Are you okay?"
"No," I said. "No, I'm not okay! My worst enemy...no, that's probably Quinn...or Artie...whatever. A person that I don't get along with at all just asked me to screw."
"No," she said. "I would say that a person that you've never really had a relationship with is asking you to have sex. I mean, our only communication has been when you've been ordered by Quinn or Sue Sylvester to make my life miserable."
"Listen up, Midget," I said. "Nobody orders me to do anything! I'm Santana Lopez! I run this place!"
"Then why is Quinn head Cheerio? Why did you answer to Sue for so long when you actually loved glee? Why did you even sleep with Finn in the first place?" she asked. "I heard it had to do with being head Cheerio back when Quinn was pregnant." I went to answer, but she kept going. "Furthermore, why are you so mean to me? I know you don't dislike me that much."
"What?" I snapped. "What makes you think that?"
"I have quite the sixth sense, Santana. I know that you've never really been into picking on me. I even know that the whole reason you told me about you and Finn was for my best interest, although, again, it would've worked better if you hadn't thrown it in my face the way you did."
I opened and closed my mouth a few times, trying to come up with something to say. I refused to be speechless. I wasn't going to let Rachel Berry render me speechless.
"Why me?" I asked, deciding it was better to change the subject than sit there saying nothing. "Why not Puck...or anyone else in the entire school?"
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Making Finn relive what he had to go through last year with Quinn would be going too far."
"Then don't get pregnant," I said.
"It's still too close to home," I said. "Even if I don't intend on getting back together with Finn, it would still be too painful for him."
"Wait, you and Finn broke up?" I asked.
"Well, not officially, but I assume that after this, it's not going to last for very long," she said. "Besides, I don't think I want to be with him anymore."
"Then why are you doing this?" I asked. "Why not just break up with him?"
"That wouldn't make him feel like how I feel, Santana. Sure, it would hurt, but he'd probably just get angry and hook up with someone else."
I couldn't believe this. "Okay, first crack houses, then dressing like a slut, now this? Who the hell are you, and what have you done with Manhands?"
"I'd really appreciate it if you'd stop with the nicknames. It would make this whole process a lot easier," she said. "It wasn't exactly easy to work up the nerve to approach you with this idea."
I sighed. I felt a little bad, which I really shouldn't. It was Rachel that had gone crazy, not me.
"I thought you were saving it for someone special or something," I said. "I'm pretty sure that throwing it away on revenge wasn't in your plan you've been making since you were four."
"Yeah, well, a lot of my plans have changed," she said. It wasn't so much what she said (obviously, plans changed, even for anal retentive divas) but how she said it that made me feel a little awkward. She sounded so hurt, and I didn't know how to deal with that. I was glad when she started talking again. "Look, the only way I can get Finn to know how I feel is to sleep with the same person he did. No, he won't feel the sting of a lie, but I figure since I'm actually cheating on him, it'll have a similar effect."
"I still don't really know why you thought I would do this," I said.
"Well, I figured that you probably missed sleeping with girls, considering that Artie and Brittany are exclusive right now. I could scratch that itch for you. It's a win-win."
I laughed. "A win-win, huh?"
"Yeah," she said.
"And what makes you think you're any good in bed, Mary?"
"I've done my research," she said, and I rolled my eyes. "It might be a little rough, but I'm pretty confident that I'd be able to help you achieve org-"
I covered her mouth with my hand. "Okay, don't finish that sentence, please." She glared at me, so I moved my hand off of her face.
"Well, it's true! Besides, you've seemed so wound up lately, I don't think it would take very much."
I narrowed my eyes. "You've been watching me?"
I could've sworn that I saw a slight panic cross Rachel's face, but it was gone in a millisecond, and I wasn't sure it'd been there at all. "You don't have to look very closely to see that you aren't yourself as of late."
I scoffed. "Whatever, Berry. I'm done listening now," I started to walk out of the bathroom, when she grabbed my attention again.
"You never say no!" she yelled after me. I had my hand on the door. I'd been this close to getting out of this, but she'd had to go and say that.
"What?" I asked, turning around to face her again.
"When I was asking for your advice about Jesse, you told me that I should just never say no, because that's what you do. You never say no."
"Yeah, I caught that part." It was true. Well, not exactly true. There was more than one occasion that I'd turned down one of my father's buddies at a party, but they were old, and that was gross. As far as people that were my own age went, I did occasionally say no, but not often. In fact, I couldn't even remember the last time I'd turned someone down. I knew for a fact I'd never turned down a girl, but to be fair, the only girl that had ever offered was Brittany.
"So...what do you say? Tonight around seven?" she asked. She was so fucking hopeful. I didn't know why she wanted this so badly. Yeah, revenge or whatever, but I knew that she could think of another way to get back at Finn. Yet, here she was, asking me to take her virginity...it was weird. Still, I found myself pulling my phone out of my pocket.
"You're texting?" she asked. "If you don't want this, just tell me to my face, okay?"
"Berry, would you shut up? I'm texting Puck," I said, pressing send.
Srry Puck. Gunna b u and ur hand 2nite.
It only took about a second for a reply.
U fucking suck.
I laughed and turned back to Rachel.
"Your place, or mine?"