A/N: Umm, so I know I've got stuff going but I have the attention span of a squirrel so I have to have a few things going at once or they all start shutting down. This is my first glee fic. It's a future fic so it'll be a bit OOC from the show but I'll try to capture most aspects of the characters. I hope you guys enjoy, reviews are always encouraging, especially constructive criticism. Thanks for reading.

Warnings: I don't own Glee or any of the characters or any of the songs I may use. This will include lesbian sex, maybe some hetero but it's not likely. Possibly Finn bashing.

"The only job you're going to have is working on a pole." Berry's words would echo through my head every so often in the years to come after high school. I didn't care what Rachel or anybody else had to say, I just had to get away from them. Nobody new what schools I'd applied to or what I hoped to do after McKinley but that was for the best. When I left I had no intentions of looking back.

"Santana, you're on in 5." The stage manager called to me, he was busy carrying costumes and makeup for other girls behind the stage. He gave me a nod before passing my mirror quickly and I waved him off, not taking my eyes off the mirror. I finished my makeup, a subtle eyeliner and blush, topped off with a blood red lipstick and I was ready. I stood on the wings of the stage, listening to the end of the song of the girls before me. It was my turn to be the star next, yes I had back up dancers but it was about me.

I moved behind the curtain and stood center stage and as the girls before moved from in front of the curtain concealing me I felt the usual tingle of excitement that came with every performance. My right hip jutted out slightly, the same hand placed delicately on it while my other was spread in the air beside my head. My skin tingled slightly in the warm air, the black cover-alls that hardly covered the tops of my thighs hardly hid the goosebumps, my red sleeved shirt did even less, barely brushing the top of the flat plane of my stomach, but the least helpful was the black fedora perched atop the black hair running down my back.

Soon the familiar tap of the snares alerted me to the rise of the curtains behind me and my hand moved atop my wrist, snapping and then spinning. It felt almost infinite until I felt the brush of a gentle hand on my side and leaned back tilting my head as I arched into the arms of a girl singing the first lines of the song, "Never know how much i love you." She leaned down, her lips almost brushing mine before I spin out of her grasp, "never know how much i care," I turn as another girl pulls me into her arms "when you put your arms around me," she stroked from my knee to the hem of my over-all bottoms and I spin so my back is to her chest and slide my hand up my chest, neck, and into her hair "I give you fever that's so hard to bare." I push her away and the two girls pursue me. The performance continues in a similar manner, teasing touches, and oh so close touches that never quite meet the mark.

That particular performance ended with me chanting "What a lovely way to burn," as the girls pressed me between them. The blonde behind me kissed my neck and stroked my hip while her brunette counterpart before me kissed down my chest and stomach stroking my thigh and lifting it slowly to her hip as she slowly descended my body. While the brunette made her way down me, the curtain eased just as eagerly to the floor, to the dismay of everybody in the audience. Before it covered my face I turned to look at the audience and give them one last look. I licked my lips and scanned the audience once more. I focused on one spot in particular, trying to avoid contact, but just as I bit my lip and the curtain reached my line of vision a pair of particular brown eyes sat in the spot I had been staring at and then my partners were shoving me and patting me on the back before leaving.

I followed them quickly. I didn't have a for another three sets, I was in a routine with a few other girls but that wasn't on my mind right now. Instead I was leaving the backstage area to get a better look, I wanted to see if the girl I thought was there really was. I looked back to the seat she'd been in, but all I saw there was a couple of giggling queens, it might have just been the slight paranoia but they looked a bit too familiar for my liking. I shook my head and brushed it off, thinking that I'd been wrong. I made my way to the bar and ordered a couple of shots.

"Aren't you supposed to be back-stage?" the boy behind the bar teased as he looked for the shot glasses.

"Aren't you supposed to know where the glasses are?" I snorted, pulling off my hat and laying it on the bar.

"Pfft, you think you could do this better?" he scoffed and sat out four glasses.

I picked the hat up and put it on his head as he poured "Yeah, I'll serve drinks while you go onstage in high heels and do some choreography, I'd love to see that." I took my first shot with the bartender.

"And deny everybody else the chance to see you on that stage?" I'd just pulled the second to my lips when I heard that voice. The lighthearted joking and the sting of the alcohol had distracted me from my original task. So much so that I turned around with a very familiar cocky smirk on my lips and said "Damn straight."

"Six more please." The girl brushed past me and ordered as I looked at her slightly stunned.

"You aren't just going to let these go to waist are you San?" the girl already had a glass to her lips and tipped her head back.

"Huh," I mumbled lamely "oh, of course not Berry." I knocked the next two back as Rachel caught up, the boy behind the bar only laughed as he watched.

Rachel and I didn't try and catch up and I didn't try to repent for the way that I wronged her in high school. She didn't express some sort of pitiful gratitude for me pushing her to overcome her insecurities and better preparing her to deal with rejection in the world of theater. Instead she watched me parade around the stage for a couple more routines and then invited me out for drinks.

Apparently the queens I'd seen earlier weren't figments of my imagination, no, they were real, and apparently they were housing the girl after her national tour with the cast of Wicked. She'd played Elphaba, and I personally got a kick out of imagining her parading around in platform boots. Kurt and Blaine excused themselves from the bar early, or what seemed like it was early to me, but Rachel seemed thrilled to test the limits of my kidneys. We continued the shots until I was dizzy, I knew she was cheating me but math wasn't exactly on my mind as she double my drinks cheerily. Who was I to count single anythings, I wasn't a stripper, and as I thought that, something else came to mind.

"Only working on a pole, eh?" I bumped her shoulder with my knuckle, an empty glass in hand.

She looked at me confused, "What?"

"You said the only place I'd be able to work was on a pole. Technically there's no poles where I work, it'd burlesque" at least I think that's what I said, I already had a decent buzz on.

"Can't say I'd mind if there was," she giggled.

Looking back, it was very out of character to see Rachel Berry drunk, but for her to actually be flirting with me I should have been suspicious.

"Why, Miss Berry, are you hitting on me?" I asked in faux shock.

She smirked, a very uncharacteristically sexy thing for the Rachel I thought I'd known, and she leaned, rather, stretched, up to my ear to profess "Maybe I am."

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How we got from the bar to my apartment is a mystery to me. I struggled with the key, missing the lock several times before Rachel just snatched the key and held her cell phone to the knob, trying to fit it in. While she did, I slid my hands up her back under her shirt and felt her shudder beneath my finger tips. She finally got the key in and turned it lifting her arms triumphantly as she stood up and I pulled her against me, kissing her neck and her arms fell, bending at the elbow to play with my hair. I lead her into the house before turning to pull her forward. She closed the door and locked it before following.

I pulled her shirt off first tossing it somewhere, it really didn't matter where. She was tugging at mine, following my lead in a few different senses as we made our way through my darkened home. That wasn't the best idea, she came to see, as I fell over the back of my couch.

"I'm okay," I groaned, climbing on the couch.

Her laughter didn't die until I pressed my lips fiercely to hers and pulled her over the back of the couch and onto me, "Aren't dancers supposed to be graceful?"

My cheeks were flushed slightly, both from embarrassment and from the heat of the moment, as I retorted "Aren't you supposed to be waiting 'til marriage for this kind of action?"

I couldn't see it but I knew she was smirking, "I tried that," she pulled my legs around her hips and ground her hips into my waiting center and I let out a very throaty moan, "it wasn't very fun."

After that I couldn't say much else, at least not in coherent sentences. Rachel had grown quite adept in the bedroom in the few years since high school. Six years outside of Lima had done her some good. I'd changed back into my street clothes after work but for all the good they were doing me I could have just gone nude. Rachel had my shirt and bra off in no time, her mouth was amazing, on my breasts, while her tongue and lips caressed one nipple, a hand would massage the other breast. I panted slightly, withholding any requests, not trusting my self not to beg for her mouth to be moved lower.

When she tired of that her lips traced down the flat plane of my stomach, my muscles fluttered as the registered the sensations she'd provided. I barely registered what her hands were doing until I felt my sweatpants being pulled off, followed by black boy shorts. She sat back on her heels, as if she were admiring my body.

"You know San," she licked her lips and I felt my stomach tighten with desire "I'd noticed your body before." she ran her fingertips up my thighs. I barely felt it and wanted so much more of it, and she continued speaking "In high school you looked good," she spread my knees away from her, knowing I could handle it, "but now, you look so sexy." She pressed her lips to my stomach again and as I felt her skin brush over my body, between my thighs, and so very close to my center but still not close enough, I moaned and gripped the cushions.

I registered something, a vibrating, I looked down and saw Rachel's lips moving below my navel and I heard the words, "I light up when you call my name and you know I'm gonna treat you right." She was singing. I gnawed my lip as her lips stroked my own and the words were gone, she wasn't singing anymore, I could hear her humming as her lips latched onto my warm and waiting core. I tossed my head back and let out a long low moan "Oh, Rachel!" Rachel Berry certainly would treat me right.

A/N: The song used was Fever by Peggy Lee.