Chapter 2 - Never Back Down

You think having Cheerios practice anymore is just plain stupid. You've already won the National title, both here and in Glee, there's less than a month left of your second last year at McKinley, yet Coach Sylvester still feels this is necessary. You sigh as the hot water burns over your back. It feels so good and you almost regret sending Brittany away. The after training sex in the school showers is one of your favorite things about being a Cheerio, it always was. But it had to be done. You have a plan, a mission of sorts, and you don't want Brittany here for when shit goes down. It's cool though, you're totally gonna get your lady lovin' tonight anyway.

You get out of the shower and dry off. Once you're in your uniform you take a seat and wait for her to come out (you snicker at the pun). You have to wait until everyone's left the showers, and you wish that you could at least wait under the hot water but if you do that she'll know that there's still someone in here. And you don't want that. You need her to think she's alone. Quinn always waited until everyone was gone before leaving the showers. It used to seem weird to you but now you know better. The sight of all those young, naked girls must make her uncomfortable. You smile cause you're amused at how awkward the last few years must have been for her.

Surely enough once it sounds like everyone else has left you hear her shut off her shower too. She cautiously steps out of the shower wearing nothing but a white towel. Her wet hair's messed up all over her face and you want to groan because you find that sexy no matter who it's on. She walks over to her locker, which is right in front of you, yet still somehow manages to completely overlook the fact that you're sitting there.

"'sup, Fabray?" You say casually when she starts going through her locker. You sort of secretly hope that if you startle her enough that she'll drop the towel. It'd make this thing a whole lot easier for you.

She jumps when she hears you but she doesn't drop the towel. Oh well. All in good time. You're in your usual legs-crossed-and-arms-folded-I-don't-give-a-shit pose so bitch knows you mean business.

"What the hell, Santana? You scared me, I thought you'd left with the others." She seems twitchy and nervous. It could be because you did just scare the crap out of her. But judging by the way her eyes keep flicking to her own towel clad body, you figure it's because of something else entirely. And this is why we're here.

You raise an eyebrow and look her up and down. You swear you see her eye twitch. "Actually, I was hoping to get you alone."

If she wasn't nervous before then she definitely is now. She glances towards the door as though it's a viable escape right now. She seems to forget she's actually quite naked and you're almost tempted to freak her out enough to make her run out; but as amusing as that would be for not only you but the rest of the school too, it would be very counterproductive to your little game here.

You smile and choose your next words carefully, you don't want to spook her. "I just wanted to talk. Just me and you. Girl talk."

"Girl talk?"

"Yes, Fabray. Girl talk." This time you can't help the suggestive inflection you add to the word. You're sure the look on your face made it seem even more suggestive. You flick back to normal mode before adding "cause you know, that's what friends do. They talk. And when the two friends in question are both female, it becomes 'girl talk'. Didn't you finish like top of the grade or some shit?"

"I did! I'm not stupid Santana, I know what girl talk is." She looks offended. She always was so fun to rile up. "I guess it just seems a bit suss that after all this time you've decided that now (she's gesturing wildly around the room and at her attire, and you find yourself again wishing that the stupid towel would drop) is an appropriate time for us to bond."

Bond. Yeah you like that. From now on you're going to refer to this as bonding. "Well," you start, leaving a long enough pause for her to get interested. "I figured that given what I wanted to talk to you about that this time would be very appropriate indeed." She looks confused/terrified and you're sure your devilish smirk isn't helping. "See, we've been friends for a long time, Q, and I used to pride myself on knowing you very well but something's come to my attention lately that I'd never noticed before."

She backs into the lockers as you approach her slowly. She looks like she's having a hard time trying to decide whether or not she wants to keep eye contact with you or look at anything else instead.

"We're a lot more alike than I've ever realized, Q."

"I'm nothing like you," she forces out. There's no conviction behind what she said and you roll your eyes at her cause you're both very much aware that that's bullshit. Her HBIC posture is starting to falter and that's how you know she's worried. She knows you're on to her. "Just tell me what you want, Santana."

"Judging by the look in your eyes, I think you know what I'm talking about." You check her out again, a lot less subtly this time. Despite your mutual love/hate for this girl, you can't help but admit that she is fucking hot as hell. "And judging by the look in my eyes, I think you know what I want. And funnily enough, I'm pretty sure it's what you want too."

You're standing so close to her now that you're almost touching. She's breathing heavily and you don't know whether it's because she's mad, scared or aroused. Probably all three. She never could figure out her emotions. She looks like she's about to debate what you just said, but you really can't be assed listening to her deny shit so you cut her off before she gets started.

"Listen, Fabray. I have a proposition for you. Brittany's coming over to my place tonight. And I know that you know what that means." You nuzzle into her neck a little for good measure. Pretty sure she's not breathing at the moment. "Come over tonight. Brittany would be ecstatic if you joined us and I'm sure you would really appreciate a hand with all that unresolved, suppressed shit you got going on. Let us help you." You whisper the last bit before placing a prolonged kiss on her neck.

When you pull away her eyes are half closed and she's biting her lip. "Just think about it," you say before walking away. You add an extra swing in your hips cause you're certain that she's going to be watching. When you to throw a wink over your shoulder you smirk cause you were right. Kudos for you. You walk out and leave her alone to her thoughts, which at the moment you know are a complete mess of what the fuckery. God, if she's this wound up after that then tonight should be amazing. And amazing it will be, because you know she'll show. She'll make it seem like it was a challenge so that she has an excuse to show. Because Fabray's don't back down from challenges. Ever. Oh Brittany's going to be so pleased with your surprise for her tonight.