Chapter 1

Rachel chewed on the end of her pen and allowed herself a few moments to appreciate the view. She knew she should be working on the biology assignment but seeing as Santana had done nothing but flick through a magazine for the last half hour she didn't see the harm in slacking for a while.

Santana was lying with her back to her so she let her eyes drift lazily up her toned, tan legs from the pristine white sneakers to the short, pleated skirt of her Cheerios uniform. She imagined the bright red spanks underneath it and thought back to the times in glee when she had caught sight of them as Santana had performed a twirl or a particularly vigorous dance move. She remembered dancing next to her on top of a table in the cafeteria. We Got the Beat, indeed. Rachel had nearly fallen off the table when Santana had bent her knees and thrust that perfect ass in her direction, so close she could have reached out and touched it. And when she had straightened up and looked over her shoulder at her as she pushed her hand through her hair...well, anyone less professional would have botched their next line.

"This song is boring," Santana drawled, flicking over a page in irritation.

"Huh?" Rachel's pen dropped out of her mouth as her brain switched back on. "Right. Okay. What do you want to listen to?"

"Whatever. Something not boring."

Rachel pushed herself up to her knees and tucked her hair behind her ears as she crawled towards the edge of the bed. She swung her legs off and stood up, losing her balance slightly as her blood resumed proper service to her legs, and she staggered back, reaching out to steady herself on the bed and grazing her fingers lightly down the back of Santana's calf as she did.

"Sorry," she muttered, glancing up at the latina as she pushed herself upright, noticing with interest the way the girl tensed slightly at her touch, her eyes snapping away from her magazine to the point where Rachel's hand had made contact.

She wandered over to her laptop and tried to focus her mind on picking some music that Santana would appreciate. Musicals were out, that was a given, as was anything 'boring', by which she assumed that all ballads would also not be appreciated. Which left her with… Madonna? She loaded up her Like a Prayer album, pressed play and the music filled the room. Satisfied with her choice she glanced over her shoulder to gauge Santana's reaction and caught her staring at her ass, fingers stroking across her stomach.

"Better?" Rachel asked thickly.

"Hmm?" Santana murmured, her eyes snapping up to meet Rachel's quickly before returning to her magazine. "Yeah, it'll do."

Rachel smiled and moved back onto the bed, kneeling by Santana's knees, dangerous thoughts swarming her brain. She had been fantasizing about Santana for months, way more frequently than she would like, and try as she might she couldn't stop. When she had a song stuck in her head she usually found the only way to get rid of it was to listen to it, but sadly when it was a person endlessly consuming your thoughts, particularly one that didn't like you all that much, that wasn't really an option.

Santana shot her a quick look as she turned the page of her magazine. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"That's not like you, Berry," she smirked, her eyes dropping back to the page. "Thought you were all about the work."

That goddamn smirk. Rachel hated that smirk. It made her feel like shit and turned her on in equal measure. It wasn't fair. Her brain, usually so busy filtering through every possible outcome of her actions, now had only one direction it would seem. She shifted uncomfortably and looked down at her books in an effort to knock her mind's needle out of it's groove.

"So," she coughed. "Biology? Are you going to help me?"

"Wanky," Santana smirked, breaking Rachel's resolve completely.

She sighed and dropped her hands to her books, closing her eyes as she set her mind to fixing this problem once and for all. She shifted to the side so her legs were out from under her and her body was inches away from Santana, rested her weight on her left hand and traced her fingers lightly up Santana's thigh.

"What are you doing, Berry?" Santana asked, her body still, hand hovering above her magazine as her eyes moved to her thigh.

"An experiment," she answered, emboldened by the fact that Santana had made no effort to stop her. Slowly she drifted her fingers down the front of her thigh and up towards those damn spanks.

"Rachel," Santana husked, grabbing her hand as it got within inches of the red fabric. "What are you doing?"

"Well," she looked up at her darkening eyes. "I'm trying to turn you on."

Santana sat up quickly, Rachel's hand still in her own. "No shit, Sherlock," she laughed harshly. "Why?"

Rachel's breath quickened, her heart pounding as she tried to determine which way Santana was going to go. "What do you mean?"

"What do I mean?" Santana chuckled drily, pushing her hand away. "You're in love with Finn, you're straight, you hate me..."

"Well maybe," she said softly, placing her leg in between Santana's and her hands either side of her hips, moving slowly up her body, her eyes raking over her chest and up to her lips. "I'm not so into Finn as everyone assumes. I'm definitely not so straight as I've been thinking about you like this for months, and I have never done anything to suggest that I hate you, much as you deserve it for all the..."

"Rachel," she replied breathily, moving back so as to stay just out of reach as far as the bed would allow. "Stop it."

"Santana," Rachel paused reluctantly, her face close to the other girl's, feeling the quick breath on her face as Santana's heaving chest betrayed the cool exterior. "I want you. I've been trying to fight this for months but I just can't any more. And I know you want it too."

"Do you?" Santana said roughly as she pushed her up quickly, swapping their positions as Rachel lost her balance and fell back onto the bed, the irate latina pinning her hands above her head. "How could you possibly know what I want, Berry, huh?" She snarled as she hovered over her, her eyes dark as she stared down at the brunette, her knees either side of her. "Maybe I'll just fuck you into the mattress and make you feel things Hudson never will, teach you not to fuck around with me anymore, how would you like that, huh?"

"Oh God, please tell me you're not joking," Rachel gasped, eyes closing as a jolt of electricity shot straight to her core.

"What?" Santana stuttered, easing back slightly and relaxing her grip.

"I'm not fucking with you, Santana," she sighed, locking eyes with her imploringly. "I can't stop thinking about you. And I know you want me too."

"Oh, really?" Santana sneered. "And how's that?"

"Because if you didn't you wouldn't be pinning me to the bed right now," she said, nervous but too far into this to back out. She ran her hand up the back of Santana's thigh, her breath catching in her throat as the girl's eyes slammed shut and she sucked in a breath. "You can't tell me you haven't thought about this."

"Fuck," Santana swore softly, her head dipping forwards. "You're awfully…" she paused to suck in a harsh breath. "Sure of yourself."

"Tell me I'm wrong," Rachel breathed in her ear before pulling at her earlobe gently with her teeth

Santana sucked in a breath as Rachel's hand fingers traced the line of her underwear and her hips bucked as she dropped her forehead onto the bedspread.

"Shit..."

"Tell me," she whispered as she pressed kisses along Santana's jaw and circled her entrance. "Tell me you don't want this."

"Rach…" Santana pushed up on her elbows, shaking as she slid her hand down Rachel's arm. "I…"

"What?" Rachel slowed her hand, for the first time thinking that maybe she was wrong. She looked up at Santana's face, her beautiful brown eyes, darker than usual, heavy with arousal and something else she had seen a few times at school but couldn't pinpoint.

Santana groaned and pulled away, sitting back on her haunches and smoothing her hair down. She drew in a shaky breath and reached over for her bag. "Your parents are right downstairs, Berry."

"So?" Rachel laughed softly, sitting up as relief flooded through her. "My room is soundproofed. They won't hear a thing."

"I'm not going to fuck you with your dads in the house, Berry! What if they walk in?"

Rachel grabbed hold of Santana's hand as the latina jumped off the bed, kneeling up so their eyes were level. "Is that the only reason?" She asked quietly.

"Berry…"

Slowly she pulled Santana towards her as she reached up and stroked her face, drawing her in closer as she held her breath. Santana's eyes shot up to meet her own, her lips slightly parted as she swallowed thickly, giving Rachel the courage she needed to press the latina's hand to her breast, biting down on her lip as Santana's eyes fluttered closed at the contact.

"I can lock the door if it makes you feel better," she whispered, her lips skirting the girl's cheek.

Santana's eyes snapped open and she pulled away quickly, backing up until she smacked into the door. "I gotta gay," she muttered, shaking her head as she reached for the handle and coughed. "Go. I gotta go. I'll see you at school, Berry."

"Santana, wait," Rachel called after her as she shot out the door and slammed it shut behind her. "Shit," she whispered, flopping down on the bed, her heart pounding as she realised what she'd done.