A/N: So, I don't own Glee (or TVD) and I am also not a homophobe. If I were, I wouldn't be writing this fanfic or even watch Glee, would I? But, in order to keep this fic even the slightest bit authentic to the time period, there will be some times when Santana or Quinn or Rachel say that what they feel is wrong, because back then it was thought of that way. I just want to make it clear that I do not think that it's wrong.
Santana's POV
I couldn't sleep. I just kept thinking of Rachel. I spent a couple of hours with her, but she is the most stunningly beautiful woman I've ever seen. Her smile makes me happy.
I had thought of other girls in the way that my mother thought of men, but I had never in nine hundred years met one that I felt like this for. I couldn't walk over to Quinn's house now, it's the middle of the night. People would wake up and I am too tired to compel all of them to got back to bed and forget what they saw. So I lay in bad, trying and trying to fall back asleep, but sleep never came.
When the sun finally started showing through my window and I knew it would be acceptable to be awake. I pushed the covers off me and leapt off my bed and onto the floor, which gave a slight creeping noise. Just then, by handmaiden Beth came in with my clothes for the day. I walked over to my tall mirror and stood before it.
With assistance from my Beth, I put on my skirt and corset for today. She tightened the strings to my corset, rather unkindly. I looked into the mirror. I wondered what Rachel would think. I am being stupid. She won't think anything. She doesn't have feelings for girls, of course she doesn't. It's not proper. It's not to be spoken of. Nobody is that way. It is wrong. I shouldn't feel like this; I know that, yet I still do.
I am wearing a lovely deep scarlet dress with very thin lace straps of the same color at my shoulders. Around my neck is now a black and white wedgewood necklace.
I looked at the clock on my dresser. It was 10:00.
"I'll be going over to Quinn's now," I said.
"Miss Lopez, you mustn't leave without your parasol (a/n: umbrella) or your bonnet," she said.
I rolled my eyes. "I will probably be staying out of the sun all day anyway," I glanced down quickly at the ring I wore on my right ring finger which protected me from the sun. I looked back up at her.
"Still, you should take at least one," she held out a parasol and a bonnet on either hand and with another eye role I took the parasol.
I walked out my front door, right to Quinn's. I knocked lightly. Daphne answered it. I smiled and she let me in. I walked up Quinn's staircase and knocked on her door. There was no answer, not that I really cared. I then walked over to Rachel's door and knocked. There was no answer. I was dismayed by this. I turned and looked at Daphne, who still stood where she had on the first floor when she had let me in.
"Where are Quinn and Rachel?" I asked.
"They are outside having breakfast," she said.
I walked back down the stairs, out the door and into Quinn's backyard where her outdoor table sat. And there were Quinn and Rachel, laughing and giggling. I walked over to them. Rachel looked at me and smiled.
"Santana, hi. I wanted to invite you over for brunch, but Quinn said she didn't want to bother you. I'm so glad you are here. Sit," she said, pulling out a chair next to herself, where I gladly sat. I looked at the food. I have had nothing but human food for days. I was getting restless. I wonder how Quinn was managing.
"Oh, we'll its just so like Quinn to think of others before herself," I said.
Rachel wore a light green dress that had a similar style and shape to mine. Her bodice was particularly tight and extenuated her waist and the lovely curves of her beasts. I looked back up to her face, and looked at Quinn, only to see her looking where my eyes had just been glued.
"That dress looks lovely on you, Rachel," Quinn said. Rachel blushed.
"If one didn't know better, they would think something happened between the two of you," I said, looking angrily at Quinn. She glared at me furiously and Rachel blushed.
"Of-of course not," Rachel said.
"Rachel, may you please excuse Santana and I for a moment?" Quinn asked.
She stood up and I stayed sitting. "Well?" she said looking at me.
I groaned slightly and got up. Quinn walked about twenty feet away from the table and I followed.
"Exactly what do you want?" I asked.
"You are about to ruin what I have with Rachel," she said.
"You are about to ruin what I have with Rachel," I said quietly.
"You do not have anything with her," she said.
"And I suppose you do?" I said.
"Yes," she said lowering her voice, though no one is around. "As a matter of fact, I kissed her last night."
I was stunned at this. I had no idea she could work this quickly. I was also relieved and overjoyed to here that Rachel was fond of girls.
"So she...how did she react. Is she..." I tried to ask what I wanted to know. Quinn understood me.
"Believe me, she enjoyed it," she said.
I gave her a dirty look and she just smirked. We walked back to the table.
"What was that all about?" Rachel asked.
"Oh, nothing much, nothing you should worry about." Quinn said.
"Rachel, your necklace is tangled. Let me fix it for you," I said.
Quinn visibly faltered. Rachel turned in her chair so that her back was to me. She bowed her head forward and moved her hair to her front. I slowly, taking my time fixed her necklace. The skin of her neck was soft and she trembled when my cold hand grazed it. "Sorry," I said.
"No, it felt good," she said.
I fixed her hair so that it was how it had been and she turned back to her side to me.
"It's a very pretty necklace," I said.
"Thank you," she said, "And thank you for fixing it."
"No problem, something that pretty should be worn right-" I was interrupted.
"Especially when it's worn by someone even prettier," Quinn said.
Quinn has always been a master of subtlety. The conversation continued like that for a while.
Later that night, I was still at Quinn's house.
Quinn had gone to bed reluctantly leaving me and Rachel in Rachel's room."May I talk to you about something," I asked her, fully aware that Quinn could here every word that we said.
I was facing Rachel, who was leaning slightly on her door. The room was lit dimly by several candles and candelabras.
"Of course," she said.
"Quinn told me that you don't like boys, for a matter of speaking." I said.
A look of panic grew over her face.
"That is surely a lie. I have no idea what Quinn told you, but-"
"Don't worry. I feel the same way that you do," I said, interrupting her.
She paused for a moment.
"Quinn and I had a similar conversation last night," she said.
I looked down, not wanting to think about it.
"I've upset you," she said.
I shook my head. Then I smiled half-heatedly, "No, no. You could never upset me." I told her.
I raised my hand up to her ear lobe and stroked her hair. I softly pulled it behind her ear and traced it down to the tip with the rest of her luscious locks.
I looked into her eyes and held her stare for a moment. I breathed in deep and sighed.
I began to lean in. "Santana. I can't deny that I don't feel something for you, but Quinn and I kissed last night. I don't want to lead either of you on or hurt you," she said.
"I don't care," I said. I did care, but I knew that if I had the chance I could get her to pick me over Quinn.
I lightly held her chin and she closed her eyes while I leaned in, closing mine.
Our lips touched very softly, then separated. I leaned in again and kissed her full on the lips. I moaned very lightly as the kiss got deeper and went on for several more moments. I heard a low moan from Rachel and had to gasp for air myself. I had never kissed someone like that. I had never been kissed like that. Every boy I had kissed didn't really know what they were doing.
I always knew that I would meet someone whose lips fit mine perfectly."That was..." Rachel trailed off.
"I've never felt been kissed like that before," I said.
I was hoping for Rachel to say something along the same lines, but she knew Quinn could hear us and didn't want to be rude. Too bad.
"I should probably get going, but I would love to do this again. I'll see you tomorrow." I leaned in and kissed her cheek. I loved how normal it felt. Kissing her on the cheek, it was so chaste, but like it made us closer.
