Cpt 2- plane to New York
Everyone was excited when they waited to get on the plane. They were all checking their tickets to see who they were sitting next to. Will had managed to persuade the lady on the checkout to get them all tickets close together, making it easier for him to keep an eye on them.
Mike was sat in between Sam and Finn.
Puck was sitting on his own, as was Lauren.
Tina had managed to get a window seat, next to Mercedes who was next to Kurt.
Artie had to sit at the front, because there is more room. He didn't mind though, he planned on having a nap considering he didn't sleep on the bus.
Quinn looked at her ticket, 12b
Brittany: who am I sitting next to?
Quinn looked at her ticket and realised that they had been seated together. She didn't know whether this was a good thing, considering she was sat with her friend, or a bad thing considering how exited Brittany was.
Santana didn't bother looking at her seat number until she was directed to it once on the plane. She got to her seat and next to her, was none other than Rachel Berry.
Santana: En serio, a la mierda mi vida *Seriously, fuck my life*
Rachel: I know what you just said Santana, you don't have to be so rude about being sat next to me, im not that bad you know
Santana: Whatever Berry, im sure you are going to annoy the hell out of me
Rachel just lent back in her chair, and went back to reading her book, a Barbara Streisand autobiography. Seeing the title of the book, Santana made a grumbling sound, before putting her headphones in her ears. They sat like that for a while, completely ignoring each other, no one would have guess that they were actually from the same school, the same club in fact.
It wasn't until after the hostess had brought the cart down the aisle and both Santana and Rachel decided to buy a snack and something to eat. Santana had tried to buy alcohol, but the air hostess just wasn't playing her game.
Santana's pov
I can't believe I got sat next to Berry of all people. I would have rather sat next to finnocence. Actually I take that back, at least Rachel looks hot in those tiny shorts and low cut top. Fuck, did I just think that. OMG, Berry is NOT hot. Ah, who cares, I'm only thinking it, it's not like I'm telling people, she's hot alright? Hmm I am kind of bored now, time to have a little fun, maybe Berry is ok when she's on her own. I'm sure I can at least force her to entertain me.
Santana shifted a little in her seat, working up the courage to actually talk to Rachel. Seeing this, Rachel bent forward to put her book away in her bag. Little did she know she was giving Santana the perfect view down her top, causing her to lick her lips?
San: so…?
Rachel: Yes Santana?
San: what shall we do, I mean, to pass the time, im bored, and all of that coffee I had earlier has made me wide awake
Rachel: I guess we could talk, there isn't a lot to do on a plane
Santana just raised her eyebrows, thinking to herself Talk, what does she mean talk, I don't really talk to anyone, especially man hands. She looked around and noticed that Sam had his mouth wide open and was fast asleep. She took out a couple of peanuts from the packet she had just brought, and gestured to Rachel to watch. She threw a peanut with ease, which hit Sam on the cheek. Part of her wanted to get it in his mouth, although she wasn't really aiming for his mouth, she didn't want him to choke and die or anything.
Rachel: Santana, you shouldn't do that!
Rachel grabbed her arm, causing Santana to stop her giggling and just stare into her eyes.
Meanwhile Sam woke up and accused Finn of annoying him.
If Santana was standing, she swears she would have gone weak at the knees at the touch of Rachel. Rachel looked at her intently, watching as though she could actually see the mechanics in her head, trying to figure out her next move.
Santanas pov:
Wow! Her touch feels amazing. Why have I never noticed how hot Berry is until now. Those eyes, I wish she would quit looking at me. What do I do? Those lips, omg, I could just lean forward and kiss her. That would be wrong though, I can't do that its RACHEL FUCKING BERRY. No, I'm going for it, I'll just say it's to pass the time or something. No one else can see. No one else needs to know.
Rachel still had her hand on Santana's arm, and by this point she was lightly tracing shapes onto her smooth skin. Surely Rachel was thinking the same thing as Santana. Santana licked her lips slowly, trying to gauge Rachel's mood. Then she went for it, she leaned in and all of a sudden her lips had crashed onto Rachel's. Rachel's lips were soft and tasted like Strawberry lip gloss ( Santana briefly thought about how fitting that was, before thinking about how much she was enjoying it). Santana swears she felt Rachel kiss back for a moment, before she pulled away.
San: What..
Rachel: this isn't right
San: why not, we are just passing time, no one needs to know
Rachel clearly things about this as she licks her lips. Santana sees this action as her signal to go. This time when she kisses Rachel she doesn't pull away. Santana runs her tongue along Rachel's lips, asking for permission to enter her mouth. To both girls surprise, Rachel grants her access and a small moan escapes her mouth. This just spurs Santana on further, she wouldn't admit this if you asked her, but by this time she was actually extremely turned on. They continue kissing, and Santana moves her hand, placing it on the waistband on Rachel's shorts. Another moan. She starts to dip her hand under the waistband of those tantalizingly small shorts, but to her dismay, Rachel pulls away.
Rachel's pov
I have to stop this. It feels so good, and I have certainly thought about this before. But it wouldn't be right. I know that Santana has her own problems, deep obstacles to overcome, and she is desperately in love with Brittany, any fool can see that. And then there's me, I'm not saying I don't want this, I really do, but there's that other person. I don't know what to do. I've got to do the right thing.
San: I thought you wanted this?
Rachel: I..i.. I do. But you're in love with Brittany
Santana froze, she didn't think anybody knew. All she can do is stare at the girl, she doesn't even realise that she still has her hand, extremely close to Rachel's crotch.
Rachel: its ok you know, that you love her, I mean
Santana: how d'you know?
Rachel: well first there was that time you sang landslide, I could see the emotion in your eyes, then there's the way you look at her, your eyes, your smile, no one else gets to be on the receiving end of that but Brittany.
Rachel continues talking, as Santana cranes her neck to focus her gaze on where the blonde is sitting. It looks as though she and Quinn are drawing.
Rachel: no one else knows you know. Its just me. So don't panic. But can I ask you something?
San: sure whatever
Rachel: why don't you just tell her
The next thing that happened shocked Rachel more than anything else she had ever witnessed. Santana reached for her hand, and pulled her into a hug. Rachel could hear her sobs, and feel her shaking as she desperately tried to compose herself.
San: I did, I did ok, I told her everything and she turned me down to be with wheels. And then I messed things up when I was supposed to go on that stupid melted cheese show of her so she could ask me to prom, I bailed, I, I just couldn't do it. I love her Rachel, I don't know what to do. How do I get her to be with me?
Rachel: I think you need to be YOU again.
San: what do you mean?
Rachel: everyone can see that you've not been yourself, hell; you've barely given anyone an insult all day.
Santana: that won't get her back
Rachel: you need to work on yourself. Accept yourself, then go get your girl
Santana pulled away from the embrace, frantically wiping away her tears. She didn't want anyone else to see her cry, it was bad enough that Rachel had done.
San: you know, you seem to know an awful lot about what im going through, and that can't just be because you have gay dads
Rachel: well, I do know, I know almost exactly what you're going through
San: your, gay?
Rachel: yeah, why do you think I never let the boys do anything other than kiss?
San: well, im, I mean, im, gay. But ive slept with half the school…. That doenst mean anything
Rachel: well, you were obviously trying to prove something to yourself
Santana thought that one over. It was almost as if Rachel was inside her head. She nodded, hoping that Rachel would speak again. They were sat in silence for about 10 minutes.
Rachel: its Quinn
San: WHAT! No way! Seriously. So all those stares when she was with Finn, you weren't longing for him after all, it was Q?
Rachel just nodded. Why was she telling Santana all of this.
Rachel: Don't say anything ok, you can trust me with your secret, please say I can trust you with mine
Santana: you can Rach, don't worry about it
Rachel: you called me Rach..
Santana: well yeah, that's your name isn't it, Rachel
Rachel: you just never call me by my name
Santana: well, I'm calling it a truce between us, start over? It seems like we need to have each other's backs for a while
Rachel: of course! Im so glad we are going to get along now.
Santana lent forward and gave Rachel a peck on the lips.
Santana: you, know, you're actually kind of hot
Rachel: you are too, ive have many of Fanta…
Santana: you've had fantasies about me
Santana smirked, Rachel blushed
Rachel: I, urm, a few, I suppose
Santana: I think I like you more and more every second Rachel
For the rest of the flight they didn't really talk, they just sat in a comfortable silence.
Santana's pov
How weird was that. One minute I'm getting my mack on with Rachel Berry, then I have my hand about to go into her shorts, then were talking all sappy about how we are in love. Who would have thought that Rachel was just as gay as I am. I mean, wow. For such a homophobic area, Lima sure has made a bunch of gays. Rachel fantasises about me! Haha! I know im in love with Brit, but I can't help but be curious about Rachel, I want to touch her, feel her, and taste her. Hell, what is going on in my head! This is crazy. They must have put something in the water on this plane!
A few rows in front of the girls sat Quinn and Brittany. Brittany was getting extremely fidgety so Quinn suggested that they sit and draw some pictures. This kept Brittany occupied for a while.
Brittany: Q?
Quinn: yeah?
Britt: is San mad at me?
Quinn: I don't know Britt, should she be?
With that Brittany told Quinn everything. Quinn understood that Brittany loved Santana but wouldn't be with her unless Santana was prepared to be open with the world, and claim Brittany has her proud girlfriend. For once, when Brittany spoke, she made a lot of sense. Quinn wasn't all that surprised when Brittany told her about their relationship; she had walked in on them kissing enough times to know that they were more than just friends. Brittany unloaded onto Quinn, before resting her head on the taller girl's shoulders. Quinn played with Brittany's long hair soothingly, as she fell asleep.
Quinn's pov:
I knew there was something going on between Britt and San. This would explain why they were so close one minute and yet seemed so distant from one another the next. I feel so sorry for both of them. Brittany has every right to refuse to be Santana's dirty little secret. But at the same time I can totally understand Santana not being ready to come out. It must be so hard for both of them. They are in love and they are just stuck in this sort of limbo, waiting for each other.
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