Rachel loved moments like this. Sure she was only 25 and had her EGOT but now in comparison? In comparison to the moments when she was laying in bed with Santana and the Latina had her arms wrapped protectively around her? Well it just didn't compare.
Okay yes her girlfriend was crazy. Santana knew this. She was more than aware of the intricacies involved with Rachel Berry's psyche. And she loved them. Some people liked extreme sports? Santana Lopez liked extreme dating.
Music blasted through the speakers at the club and Santana couldn't help but smile as Rachel ducked down into the booth and sipped at her drink. She knew that this wasn't exactly the girl's scene, but she also knew that the girl had had a long week at school and needed to learn to let loose. So after an hour of poking and prodding and a little bit of begging she had convinced her roommate to get all dressed up and give the club a try.
"I'm going to go get us some more drinks," Santana shouted over the music, reaching across the booth and squeezing Rachel's hand.
"Okay," Rachel yelled back before flattening herself even further into her chair, if that was even possible, and meekly staring out at the crowded dance floor.
Shaking her head and wondering not for the first time why Rachel just couldn't let herself enjoy this, the Latina pushed her way through the crowded club and saddled up to the bar. "Two cherry vodka sours," she shouted to the bartender as she nodded along with the music.
As the bartender turned away to start on her drinks she felt a body slide up against hers and she looked over to find and incredibly attractive redhead smiling at her. "Hi," the girl said shamelessly checking out Santana's body.
"Well hello to you," Santana purred giving the girl a once over and raising an eyebrow. OH she was definitely getting laid tonight.
"You here alone?" The redhead asked pushing her body up against Santana's fluttering her eyes.
"Just here with my roommate baby," Santana husked back letting her hand fall on the girl's hip.
"Mmm," the girl purred, her back arching at Santana's touch. "I knew she couldn't possibly be your girlfriend."
A fog seemed to clear from Santana's head and she raised an eyebrow, "what?" She asked, her hand stilling on the girl's hip.
"Your roommate," the unnamed girl husked. "My friends over there told me not to bother coming up to you because they thought you were with the brunette. But I took one look at her and said no way," the girl teased, her eyes dancing with mirth, not knowing the mess she was getting into.
"Oh really?" Santana asked, her voice dropping to frost reminiscent of her high school days. "And why do you say that?" She asked stepping away from the girl much to the redheads confusion.
"Well I mean come on," the redhead said persistently stepping closer to Santana. "I'm sure she's got a decent personality and all of that stuff, but you are way to hot to be dating a girl who looks like that."
Just as the girl put her hands on Santana's hips and finished her sentence, Santana felt a surge of anger flash white hot through her body. Protectiveness rushed through her body like a wave and she growled at the redhead making her step back a bit. "First off," Santana said leveling the girl with an icy glare, her voice magically carrying over the loud music. "Rachel Berry is her name and she doesn't just have a decent personality. She has a fucking amazing personality. She is loyal, and sweet, and caring almost to a fucking fault."
"Hey I'm sorry," the girl said, her eyes widening as she tried to back away from Santana and ended up backed against the bar.
"I didn't tell you that you could speak," Santana snapped, squaring her shoulders and putting on her full force HBIC mask. "Second, Rachel might not be what the world considers classic beauty, but she is, and make no mistake about this, a beautiful fucking girl. She has got a killer body and a set of lungs that put angels to shame. Remember her fucking name because in a few years you're going to be seeing it in lights."
"All right I get it," the girl snapped practically trying to blend into the bar at this point. "If she's so special why don't you go be with her."
"Gladly," Santana growled getting up in the girl's face now. "I would much rather spend an evening with her at home then a night fucking you and not calling you in the morning."
"Fuck you," the girl whined looking down at the floor just as the bartender walked up with Santana's drinks.
The Latina took a look at the drinks and then glanced back across the club, barely managing to spot Rachel who looked more uncomfortable then Santana thought humanly possible. The petite girl sat hunched over in the bar, a frown marring her beautiful features as she rubbed her head and glared up at one of the loud speakers.
Sighing Santana looked back at the bartender and through him a twenty before leveling the redhead with one more glare and making her way back to Rachel. "Come one Rach, let's get out of here."
"Are you sure?" Rachel asked frowning up at the Latina. "We can stay if you want to. I don't mind."
"Naw," Santana said extending a hand and gently pulling the diva out of the booth. "I think I just realized I'm not a club person anymore."
"Oh," Rachel said smiling softly. "What kind of person are you then?"
Santana thought about that for a second before smiling down at Rachel and softly kissing her cheek. "I'm not sure yet. Think you can help me out with that?"
Rachel's cheeks blushed a furious red color and her eyes flitted to the floor before looking shyly up at the Latina. "I think I can help."
"Come on Berry," Santana chuckled wrapping an arm around the diva's waist.
Maybe she wasn't getting laid tonight. But maybe that was a good thing. Rachel Berry was definitely hot enough for her.
