You Don't Own Me
Chapter Two: Like a Virgin

Rated: M (For Language and Sexuality)

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. It would be lovely if I did.

Author's Note: So when I was working on this story, I completely forgot that there was a major hiatus and when I finally watched The Power of Madonna, I fell completely head over heels in love with the episode. I decided to make a few changes for this chapter to work, which is still PezBerry flavored, and I do hope that you continue to enjoy this story. As for the episode Bad Reputation, it royally pissed me off more than anything. Will they ever give Rachel a break? I was so heartbroken at the end and I almost cried at the Will/Emma scene. Jesus…I' m not enjoying the direction they're heading, they need to fix this now. Rachel needs love! I hope this chapter brings some light to some who felt the same way I did. Remember, this story isn't supposed to be serious but if you enjoy it, then I've done my job.

When Rachel Berry woke up at six in the morning listening to Hot Stuff by Donna Summer playing on her iPod, she immediately brightened up and began singing softly to herself as she got ready to exercise on the elliptical. Rachel was definitely looking forward to the day, convincing herself that yesterday's events weren't going to repeat themselves anymore. Everybody was probably just having a rough day, nothing out of the ordinary since the brunette had her off days as well. She was currently looking at herself in the mirror, murmuring, "I want some hot stuff, baby, this evenin'." Even with the unusual outfit she was wearing, the headband, polka dot tights, and ripped in half grey sweater, the diva felt like she was a reasonably attractive girl. Occasionally, it bothered her that nobody else aside from Puck and Finn noticed this but she shook off those thoughts instantly when Suzy Pepper came to mind again.

By the time the singer left her house, she was running a little bit late to school because she had spent way too much time in the shower contemplating whether or not she should confront Suzy about her inexcusable actions the other day. In the end, she figured she was too terrified to go anywhere near the insane girl anyway. She certainly didn't desire another encounter like that with anybody. After her father dropped her off near the football field, Rachel practically burst out of the vehicle and began sprinting across the field to make it to her class. The Cheerios were predictably on the field for their morning routine with the devil as their coach yelling at them through a loudspeaker. How Sue Sylvester got her job back was of no business to her though she was disappointed that Sue was still trying her best to destroy the Glee club. "You think this is hard? Try being Rachel Berry for one day! Now that's hard!" The cheer leading coach shouted, distracting the squad momentarily as they all turned around to find a Smurf running desperately towards the school building, pausing because she heard the insult. Well, at least someone didn't forget to torment her.

Santana and Brittany smiled at Rachel and waved at her enthusiastically, though the girl halfheartedly returned the gesture before running off again. "You know, girls, if Berry wasn't the most annoying mutant midget I'd ever had the misfortune of meeting, she would have so much potential being a Cheerio. But we all know Gleek club is her life so let's focus. Now!" She shouted, snapping her fingers as she attempted to restore order within her squad. Brittany exchanged a concerned look with Santana after Sue blatantly insulted Rachel some more.

"S, Rachel isn't a mutant midget is she? I mean even if she is, she's still hot, right?" The blond Cheerio inquired, causing the Latina to chuckle for a few seconds before responding politely.

"Rachel's normal, B, even if she does remind me of a Smurf. And yeah, she's kind of hot." Santana agreed, encouraging her companion to pay attention to what their coach had been saying. They had to be careful when discussing Rachel Berry because even though Santana hadn't had the chance to have a real conversation with the diva yet, she still felt a major pang of jealousy when her friend mentioned how attractive she was. How could people not see how beautiful the girl was? Not only was she talented and sexy, but she was also a better person than all of McKinley High School students combined. Despite the bullshit that the smaller girl faces head on every day, she simply smiles at her tormentors and walks down the hallways with her head held up high. Maybe that's why Santana began admiring the diva in a not-so-friendly way because the girl was like a bulldozer; she could be just as vicious as any of them but because she doesn't respond to them the way people want her to, she ends up crushing them with her optimistic smile and courage. It also doesn't help Santana that the girl's voice melts her heart every time she hears her sing or speak. Rachel may not know it, but she was Santana's personal angel.

Ugh. Santana doesn't do mushy, but then the image of Rachel in her Halo/Walking on Sunshine outfit comes to mind, and she suddenly doesn't care that she's a bit cheesy when it comes to thinking of a possible relationship with the diva. She wanted Rachel Berry and nothing was going to stop her from getting what she wants.

Except when fate attempts to protect Rachel Berry from an onslaught of sexually charged teenage females who were exactly like Santana Lopez. The brunette singer was finally walking towards her first period class when she felt two people striding beside her and before she knew it, she was being dragged into the nearest girl's restroom. She recognized the two people standing in front of her but she didn't have much of a chance to protest their actions as she found herself pinned against the wall as a set of lips crashed on to hers. Rachel was in absolute shock, her eyes open wide as Mercedes Jones kissed her hard but briefly. When the girl pulled away, she only had a blank facial expression before Kurt Hummel swept in and repeated the action, kissing the shorter singer for only a few seconds before quickly stepping back. What. Just. Happened?

"Darling, I don't know about you, but I'm still very gay." Kurt said in a monotone voice that implied he just hadn't done anything out of the ordinary. Mercedes scoffed and smiled brightly at the sight of a very confused and uncomfortable Rachel Berry.

"I'm still straight, homeboy. I just don't see what the big deal is but girl, you're in so much trouble. You're going to need this." The second best female singer in Glee told her, lifting up a hand to hand her something incredibly cold and small. Rachel nervously opened her hand, revealing a shiny whistle attached to a rainbow colored string. She raised an eyebrow questioningly and glared at the two standing before her. Kurt rolled his eyes incredulously, acting as though she should be aware of something though she still wasn't quite sure what that was. The female diva in front of her placed a hand on her hip expectantly, staring at Rachel as if she had just grown a second head. Well, they were the ones who kidnapped her and kissed her unexpectedly. What the hell was she supposed to say?

"I…don't know how to react to the inappropriate actions that just took place a second ago, but for the moment I'll pretend that neither of you did what you did. Why are you giving me this and what is its purpose?" She asked finally, her voice cracking a bit because she was still slightly shaken up. Mercedes and Kurt glanced at one another, unwilling to believe that Rachel remained oblivious to the changes taking place within the majority of the female population thanks to her. How could she not be aware of the fact that she had quickly become the next best thing since sliced bread?

"Are you serious, Berry? That is your very own Rape Whistle, and before you rudely interrupt me, you're going to need it whether or not you think so. I don't know what's going on nor do I want to know, but my instincts are telling me to protect you. The same goes for Mercedes because we both feel like you're going to need two bodyguards for the rest of the school year." Kurt declared, proudly patting himself on the back as he rendered Rachel speechless for the first time in his life. The smaller girl wanted to contradict him, telling him that she didn't need protection though she was curious as to what he was talking about. What exactly did Rachel need protection from?

Mercedes continued for him since he was obviously annoyed that the usually intelligent Rachel Berry was still looking at him like she was a lost puppy. "Rachel, you haven't noticed the hot gossip that is being spread about you or the longing stares half the females in this school are giving you? For some reason unbeknownst to Kurt and I, you've become a hot piece of ass that needs to be conquered. Those were some Cheerio bitch's words, not mine, and we've heard a few girls from the softball team talk about how they want to get you alone and have their way with you. Why, we have no idea, but it is our duty to look out for you because more and more girls have been talking to each other about you like that." When she finally finished, Rachel furrowed her brows in frustration and Mercedes sighed, knowing that her words were completely lost on the diva. Was it really hard to believe that they had overheard a few girls talking about violating Rachel repeatedly without her consent? Perhaps it was, but that didn't mean they were going to back down from their promise.

"Look, I truly appreciate the gesture but you two should know better to believe this ridiculous gossip that's going around. Remember, they're probably rumors and these girls are just trying to creatively come up with new ways to humiliate me. I'm used to it, so I don't see the point in me keeping this Rape whistle." Rachel replied dryly, shoving the whistle in her hands back over to Mercedes who only shoved it back even harder.

"You better keep it girl, I ain't telling you again. We'll be there for you no matter what, so even if you feel the slightest bit uncomfortable with a few girls that will attempt to sexually harass you, just blow into that whistle and we'll kick whoever's ass we have to. We have to get going, now. Peace, Berry." With that, the other two Glee club divas turned on their heels and stormed out of the bathroom together, leaving behind a girl that was torn between anger, relief, and confusion. She was so completely sure of herself this morning, that yesterday and the previous day's events meant absolutely nothing to her. Now, however, as she carefully placed the whistle around her neck and hid it underneath her sweater, Rachel wasn't certain of anything anymore. All she knew was that Kurt and Mercedes were willing to be civil to her and if that meant an inevitable friendship, then she would just have to accept.

The day only aggressively progressed for Rachel, the strangeness of being the center of attention in a positive light outside of Glee club surprised her as much as it infuriated her. Why weren't any of the boys looking at her the way some of the girls were? To be entirely truthful, that didn't bother her as much as it did when she thought of the opposite gender. She knew after Sectionals things would be different, but was this the path she wanted to deny despite the amazing benefits that followed? Hold on there. Did she just admit that being stalked by a few Cheerios and being felt up by said cheerleaders was an amazing benefit? Well, it's not like it was entirely wrong. They were quite creative if she were to be honest. She was walking away from her lockers when one of her stalkers "accidentally" bumped into her from behind and together they fell on the cold hard linoleum floor. The red headed harlot allowed her fingers to trail up Rachel's exposed thighs until she gripped the diva's untouchable mound possessively. "Oops, excuse me for being so clumsy, Berry. You don't have to squirm you know…" the girl suggested into her ear before the tip of a tongue trailed itself around the shell of it.

Rachel was in the middle of pulling out her Rape Whistle until she heard Santana Lopez bark orders at the girl lying on top of the singer. "Brooke, get the fuck off Rachel you little slut before I report you to Sue!" The red headed girl did not hesitate to jump off the tiny girl before running off into the distance with her friends who had been watching the entire scene with amusement. Santana held out an arm to help Rachel stand up and re-adjust herself and the smaller brunette didn't notice how eager she was to see Santana still standing there even after she chased off her molester. The Latina was smiling at her shyly, which was odd considering this girl was the most intimidating Cheerio of them all, but Rachel certainly didn't mind it all. "Wow, my savior. Um, I mean, thank you very much, Santana. I couldn't help but notice that this was the very first time you've ever defended my honor. I'm not ungrateful, far from that actually, but why did you do that for me?" She asked with sincere curiosity. The question Rachel had just asked left the Latina stumbling for words. She knew she hadn't been exactly mean to the diva but she wasn't exactly nice either. How was she supposed to answer the innocent question without blurting out, "I'm the only one who should be touching you like that."?

Instead of replying right away, the Cheerio only grinned and leaned forward to press a soft, lingering kiss on the side of Rachel's cheek. Before pulling back, she observed that she could feel an intense amount of heat radiating out of the girl as the diva awkwardly tried to find her voice again. "Just wanted to make sure you were kept safe, that's all. I'll see you around, Berry." Santana whispered, her lips teasingly brushing past Rachel's ear that left the younger girl shivering from the intimate contact. She couldn't help the brilliant smile from forming as she turned around to watch the stunning cheerleader saunter away towards her next class. Rachel was going to continue her way to her own class until she found something that Santana must have accidentally dropped when she was dealing with the cheerleader who assaulted her. It was the head of a plastic rose, and for a brief second, the singer's heart soared when she assumed that it was for her until she remembered that there was Brittany, so her heart deflated for the moment. She smiled again, however, when she thought how cute Santana was when it came to wooing her girl so she decided to follow Santana in order to give this back.

Rachel Berry was not an athlete nor was she professional at dodging anything bigger than a rock. So when she entered the Gym as soon as she spotted Santana speaking with Sue Sylvester, she didn't realize that there had been a class in progress that involved volleyball. When the ladies playing volleyball first noticed Rachel Berry walking across the danger zone, they didn't warn her of an incoming ball but instead cat called and wolf-whistled at the girl who happily paid them no mind. "Santana! Hey, I have something for-", SMACK! –Rachel was interrupted by a foreign object slamming against the side of her face, which literally sent her flying and sliding across the smooth wooden floors of the gym. Her body lay still for the longest moment as everybody in the room turned their attention to a seemingly unconscious Berry. Sue was hovering over Rachel, trying to shoo away the countless girls practically clawing at each other to molest Rachel in her current state. It wasn't until Santana came around and saw the same red headed girl cupping one of the diva's breasts greedily, trying to prod the girl to wake.

The Latina did what any other sensibly jealous girl would do and stomped on the wrist belonging to Brooke, which had the girl shrieking loudly in pain, and knelt down to pick up a groggy Rachel Berry and half carried her out of the gymnasium. By the time they had reached the nurse's office, Santana stayed with the brunette until the girl got over her embarrassment to speak again. "Thank you once again, Santana. I seem to always find myself getting into unnecessary trouble but I only came in because I wanted to return this to you. You dropped it in the hallway, I'm certain that Brittany will love it." Rachel said softly, blushing heavily as she attempted to hand back the head of the rose until Santana pushed it back towards her. When she looked up through her lashes, she found that the Latina was staring at her shyly again.

"Brittany and I aren't…like that anymore. That was actually for you. You see, there was supposed to be this assembly that addresses discrimination and I figured you could help me express the struggles of…homosexual couples through song, but it's been canceled because Sue wants to do something for the Cheerios using Madonna instead…" Santana rambled on until Rachel cut her off with an incredibly cute giggle. The look on her face said, "You act like you've been hanging around me too much." Which Santana didn't believe because she hadn't spent enough time with Rachel yet. Santana was furiously blushing as she attempted to look anywhere else but at the cute brunette in front of her, which didn't work because the diva was very well known to get in your face when times didn't call for it. Rachel gently cupped the Latina's chin and lifted it up so she could look straight into a pair of darkened, beautiful eyes.

"I heard about that, and as important as addressing those types of issues are to the student body, there's no arguing with Sue. However, if you wish to work together in Glee, I would be more than happy to work with you, Lopez." Rachel said with a gleaming smile overcoming those tempting lips. Santana couldn't restrain herself anymore, with the girl she'd been heavily crushing on for what seemed like forever, and acted impulsively. She wrapped her fingers around the brunette's hair and pulled her closer to her, her other arm wrapping warmly around Rachel's waist. Rachel was resistant at first until their lips finally met in a satisfying languid kiss and the diva swore she saw stars explode behind her eyelids. There was very little tongue and no teeth, which surprisingly pleased the cheerleader since she loved biting and was quite talented with her tongue.

When oxygen became necessary, both girls pulled away reluctantly, both wary of their environment but neither would mind if anybody walked in on them in this position. Santana felt an electrifying feeling of happiness when her lips melded against Rachel's and it made her feel absolutely refreshed. Kissing Rachel Berry made her feel innocent all over again, so shiny and new, like a virgin to be exact. The Latina straightened up and her eyes widened with excitement; a brilliant Madonna song came to mind that expressed her feelings perfectly. She would definitely be serenading Rachel with 'Like a Virgin'. She was just hoping to God that Rachel would appreciate it. "Santana, is there something wrong? I'm sorry if you kissing me was a mistake, I'm perfectly aware that my social status isn't exactly up to par but that shouldn't mean you can't enjoy me." The diva wanted to continue on with her rant but the Cheerio delicately placed a finger on those wonderful lips to shush her. "I'll see you in Glee, Rachel. I hope you feel better." Was all that was said before the cheerleader ran off the opposite direction of where her current class was located. After about a minute, Santana returned and headed the right direction this time, waving at Rachel as the brunette stood in front of the nurse's office with a smirk on her face.

By the time Glee rolled around, Mr. Schuester was animatedly talking about how Sue Sylvester's not-so-ridiculous request to play Madonna songs all throughout the school week inspired him and how he wanted New Directions to participate. Everybody was actually looking forward to performing a few Madonna hits but just as Quinn raised her hand to suggest Express Yourself, Santana's obnoxiously late entrance distracted everybody from listening to the former scandalized cheerleader. Rachel had to do a double-take, her jaw dropping at the sight of a sinfully beautiful looking Santana Lopez. She was doing a fabulous job of bringing out the inner Madonna within; her dark hair was wonderfully disheveled, the black bow resting atop of her head, the large cross earrings, studded bracelets and make-up truly brought out so much of the Latina's personality. In Rachel's well-educated opinion, she was hot. It looked like everybody else in the choir room thought so too.

"Excuse the tardiness, Mr. Schue, but it was fucking miracle that it didn't take the entire day to perfect this look. Anyway I'd like to dedicate a certain song I have in mind to Rachel Berry for inspiring to feel good about myself. It's definitely Madonna, just so you know because I didn't dress up like this for nothing." She said in one breath, her breath quite shaky from anxiety and Rachel couldn't help but think how absolutely cute the Latina Cheerio was. Quinn Fabray and Brittany, however, couldn't help but glower at Santana for being able to serenade Rachel first. They sat looking torn between certain emotions that neither Rachel or Santana could decipher but it didn't matter because the music already began playing.

I made it through the wilderness. Somehow I made it through… Didn't know how lost I was until I found you!

I was beat, incomplete! I'd been had, I was sad and blue…

But you made me feel…Yeah, you made me feel shiny and new!

Emma Pillsbury was sitting beside Will, holding him down for wanting to interrupt Santana's inappropriate performance. "Hush you, this is my favorite song, honey." She told him firmly, standing up to sing along with Santana, who was looking directly into Rachel's bewildered but pleased eyes the entire time. Quinn and Brittany's eyes were darting back and forth between the Cheerio and the aspiring Broadway diva, wondering when the hell the two of them became friends. It was Emma's voice that enraptured Will, while Santana captivated the rest of the Glee club.

Like a virgin, touched for the very first time!

Like a virgin, when your heart beats next to mine!

Gonna give you all my love, girl! My fear is fading fast.

Been saving it all for you 'cause only love can last…

It was then that Rachel decided to dance alongside of Santana, while Emma was practically giving Mr. Schuester a lap dance though there were no protests coming out of his mouth. Rachel and Santana continued to sing directly towards one another, each one gravitating towards each other like it was the most natural thing in the world. The smaller brunette admired the Latina's voice, mildly surprising herself that she was caging the inner criticism that desperately wanted to escape, but she held on as she was enjoying this moment with a girl she could see herself becoming friends with after this. After all, wasn't this a way of Santana reaching out to her, demanding a friendship through song? It wasn't until she heard Noah whisper to Finn, "Dude, they're totally lezzing out. It's kind of hot, don't you think?"

Did…did that mean Santana was expecting more from Rachel? With one glance at the girl in front of her, Santana's gaze met her own and the fiery passion behind those dark eyes softened when she sang the last few lyrics of the song. How could Rachel have been so careless and oblivious?! Seriously, who demands a friendship with someone while singing Like a Virgin to that said person? And why wasn't the diva freaking out about this as much as she thought she would be? There was a warm feeling creeping its way towards her heart and she found it welcoming while at the same time terrifying. Why was she feeling this way about another girl? Not that she had any qualms about same sex relationships, but still…

"How wildly inappropriate, Santana, but I'll deal with you later. Class is dismissed." Will Schuester said half-heartedly as he gazed adoringly into Emma's beautiful eyes. Yeah, it was time to leave before the sight became even more sickening. Santana held a death grip on Rachel, the shorter singer breathing hard and heavy as their bodies were flush together. The Latina was praying at this point that she hadn't scared Berry off but the smaller girl looked as if she were reveling in the embrace and that only ignited the feelings of arousal that were lying underneath it all. That one kiss sealed her fate, and it was such an innocent kiss too that left her feeling confused at first until the next words that came out of the diva's mouth convinced her to feel otherwise.

"Santana, do you want to hang out after school? We can watch Funny Girl if you'd like but I have a wide variety of other select DVD's that you may be interested in as well…" Rachel cut herself off because she recognized the teasing facial expression written in Santana's face. The Latina nodded, cupping the singer's chin before descending for another sweet kiss that sent chills down her spine. They were holding each other gently, hands too shy to explore each other's body. The moment they had together was ruined predictably by Noah Puckerman. "Fuck yes, that's badass. Remember, Lopez, don't forget to mow the lawn if you plan on doing it."

Santana reluctantly pulled away but Rachel pushing her forward only encouraged her to chase after Puck, who was running away from the pissed off Cheerio. The brunette sighed happily, wondering what other activities the two girls would indulge themselves in. The screams she heard from Puck made her jump slightly, but she still remained in place, knowing that walking Santana to her car while they held hands would drastically improve her mood.

By the time they arrived in front of Rachel's home, Santana was eagerly greeted by both of her fathers and they were more than happy to give the girls some privacy as they went out on a special date together. The Cheerio felt cozy in Rachel's home, and it wasn't as predictable as she thought it would be. Rachel led Santana over to the immense DVD collection they owned and allowed Santana to pick one film as she would pick the other. Berry surprised her with her choice, which was 'Fame' and Santana intimidated the other girl with her choice; the original version of Dawn of the Dead. Rachel secretly cursed one of her fathers with their fascination with horror movies and zombies.

During both movies, especially Dawn of the Dead, Santana enjoyed the feeling of snuggling into Rachel as they shamelessly discussed random topics with one another the entire time they spent on the couch. After both movies were finished, Rachel had ordered take out for both of the girls to enjoy and afterward, they spent some time feeding each other dessert; M&M's. Santana burst out laughing when she tossed a mutated piece into Rachel's mouth and it ended up with diva choking it back out. It was eight o'clock at night and it was about time that Santana was supposed to leave though Rachel wasn't quite ready to say goodbye yet. Neither was Santana.

The Latina was gathering her belongings when Rachel placed a hand on her arm and squeezed gently. "You should spend the night, Santana. I mean, that is, if you would like to. I've thoroughly enjoyed your company to be honest, and I would feel a little more than lonely if you left tonight." The confession relieved Santana, thanking her God for listening to her prayers. She wasn't sure where this was going to lead but even if they didn't end up doing anything, Santana found that she would be satisfied either way. "Yeah, I'd love that, Rachel. Let me call my mom first so I can let her know where I'm at. Just a warning, she might want to talk to you just so she knows I'm telling the truth."

When they reached Rachel's bedroom after the diva gave the taller girl a brief tour, both girls proceeded to undress in front of each other so they could get comfortable in their pajamas. While Rachel was distracting herself from the sight of a half nude Santana standing behind her, she was fiddling with her iPod dock, trying to find a pleasant song that would put both girls to sleep. It was then that she felt two strong, toned yet feminine arms wrap around her waist from behind that left Rachel feeling absolutely breathless. Santana hugged her tightly, subconsciously thrusting her hips forward so that her crotch rubbed up against Rachel's magnificently tight ass. "Thank you for allowing me to see this part of you that no one's seen before. I'm very honored, Rachel, thank you." The Latina meant to whisper this in a friendly tone, but it came out thick with arousal and husky as well. Which would explain why Rachel slowly turned around to face the Cheerio with determined eyes as she licked her lips.

There was comfortable silence at first, but the longer each girl stared at each other, the more sexual tension was built in the air all around them. Rachel tilted her head, her eyes focusing on the taller girl's lips and she had to take a deep breath; her heart was beating fast because what would happen next was to be expected and she was not going to fight it any longer than she had been already. The look on Santana's face told Rachel that no other words should be spoken, that it was okay to act upon their feelings as long as it was a mutual agreement. It was Rachel who made the first move. She wrapped her arms around the Latina's neck and pulled her in for a mind-numbing, soul searing kiss that caused both girls to moan aloud into each other's mouths. The kisses were quickly becoming desperate and hungry, tongues seeking out to explore each other's mouths and teeth playfully nipping lips. Rachel Berry could feel a jolt of arousal strike her right between her thighs, which caused her to rip her mouth away from Santana's.

The other girl growled and tightened her grip on the shorter girl, pushing her towards the bed until Rachel was lying down on her back on the mattress, which dipped as soon Santana lowered herself on top of the diva. Santana lowered her head so she could lick, kiss, bite, and suck on Rachel's collarbone. The singer moaned delightfully, the sound encouraging the Cheerio to repeat the process of marking her territory on several different parts of Rachel's body. The smaller girl slightly shifted herself a bit, spreading her legs wide enough so the cheerleader would get comfortable by pressing her thigh against Rachel's throbbing core. Santana was familiarizing herself with the ever so increasing desire she felt spiking up due to the other girl writhing beneath her, though this time the aching was far more intense than before.

So when Santana lifted her head to admire the bruises she left on Rachel's neck, she was surprised by the other girl's enthusiastic whimper. Rachel pulled the Cheerio in for another explosive kiss, tongues massaging one another deeply and expertly before they broke apart once more. Santana's fingers wandered the lower half of the diva's body, playing with the hem of her oversized shirt and as she locked eyes with her lover, the singer knew she was asking for permission and who was she to deny Santana's request? As soon as Rachel nodded, the incredibly aroused Latina wasted no time in pulling the girl towards her and immediately lifted off the offending garment. When she was met with the sight of a bare upper half, Santana's mouth watered. So she wasn't the only one who didn't believe in bras when she slept…Rachel was embarrassed, mostly by the fact that Santana was the first person who had ever seen her naked. Also, the moist heat radiating from her crotch only intensified as the other girl took in the sight of her hungrily.

As Santana laid her back on the mattress, she whispered, "Are you okay with this, Rachel? Are you sure you want to do this with me?" All the Latina received in response was a deep, meaningful kiss before the singer nodded shyly, smiling nervously as if she were silently telling her to be gentle, which the dominant girl promised her she would be. After tossing her own shirt aside, she lowered herself to Rachel's chest, caressing and kneading the beautiful mounds that lay before her. Her fingers playfully twisted and tugged at her nipples, the sounds emanating from Rachel turning Santana on immensely. After a few more minutes of playing with Rachel's breasts, the girl begged her to use her mouth and with that, the Cheerio eagerly responded. She sucked, bit, and tugged some more, placing gentle kisses on the valley between her breasts and trailed wet, sloppy kisses as she headed towards a lower destination. The smaller girl couldn't contain her moans as the Latina pleasured her and only got louder when Santana teased the waistband of her panties.

After being given permission, Santana tossed the panties aside and once again, admired the bare naked and wet flesh before her. She licked her lips at the idea of exploring Rachel from the inside but instead chose a different path for now. She straddled Rachel, her core directly on top of the smaller girl's mound and this elicited the sexiest growl she had ever heard in her life. "I'm going to ride you, Rachel, I'm going to fucking ride you so hard." Santana moaned, her hands tangled in Rachel's hair as well as the bed sheets that were beneath her as she rocked her hips against the girl beneath her. The singer cried out loud, her fingers clutching desperately onto Santana's hips, nails digging deeply into her skin but the other girl didn't mind as she thrust against her roughly. The Latina set a hard, rough, and fast pace that contradicted her promise of being gentle but Rachel's moans were telling her that she was enjoying this as much as she was. The more she ground herself against the diva's deliciously swelling pussy, the more wetness she felt pool between her thighs and their scents mixed in together only drove her more wild. As she began to slow her pace, much to Rachel's dismay, Santana smirked and lowered herself again so she was facing the treasure she'd been wanting to claim for awhile now.

She lifted Rachel's legs and placed them over shoulders, her face nearing Rachel's untouched innocence, though as Santana noticed how swollen and wet it was, her flesh was anything but innocent in this moment. "Please, Santana, don't tease me…I need you inside me." The diva begged and it was so hot, the Latina felt herself clench at the words before diving in without mercy. She spread the dripping wet folds with her fingers at first, her tongue thrusting itself into Rachel forcefully and Santana groaned when Rachel screamed her name, her fingers clawing at the bed sheets underneath them. She worked her tongue with strength and stamina she never knew she had, so as she pulled her tongue out of the girl after enjoying the taste of her for a moment, her fingers teased Rachel's opening and once again asked permission. With a shaky "Yes", Santana entered her without any further preamble, her tongue licking and sucking her clit at the same time.

Rachel never knew it could be this painful and pleasurable at the same time and it was so delicious, she wanted more and decided to beg for more. She could feel something building up below her abdomen and it was waiting to spring up at any moment now. She bucked her hips forward, hoping for more contact, and she got what she needed the most more than anything. Santana pumped her fingers in and out of the girl as fast and hard as she could, varying the speeds and gentleness when she could gain control of herself. When Rachel's walls began to clamp against her fingers, Santana knew she was close and she had to give Rachel the best orgasm she would ever have in her entire life. So her mouth clamped onto Rachel's swollen nub and sucked as hard as she could, swiping her tongue in the right spot as her fingers curled themselves inside the of the brunette. Rachel shut her eyes as tightly as she could, arching her back and bucking her hips as she came hard, screaming and moaning in the process.

The singer was riding out her orgasm, Santana not removing her fingers until the shorter girl stilled beneath her. She carefully pulled out of her and gently pulled the covers over them as the Latina cuddled the exhausted girl. Rachel was still panting, obviously trying to find the strength to speak though the Cheerio was enjoying the pleasant silence. What they just experienced would be talked about at a later time and they would certainly have time to discuss what this made them but Santana was reveling in Rachel's embrace. "Santana…do you want me to return the favor…because I could, you know." The sleepy diva suggested though Santana shook her head and giggled, pressing a gentle kiss on the girl's forehead. She just wanted Rachel to rest because she deserved it and come morning, she wouldn't have cared if she came or not just as long as her lover was satisfied. Both girls eventually gave in to sleep and Santana held onto the shorter girl as if her life depended on it. This was the most beautiful moment Santana has ever shared with anyone and she wouldn't change it for anything.

A/N: Guh. I'm exhausted, I'm hoping that there aren't too many mistakes in this chapter but if there are, I apologize. So Bad Reputation left a bad taste in my mouth and writing this story is definitely going to distract me from all the bad thoughts circulating around my head involving the latest Glee episodes. *sighs* I'm definitely making some changes within my other story as well, my heart cries for Rachel. In this story, though, here's what's coming up in the next chapter: Brittany throws a pool party. Rachel's in a bikini. Sexy times follow. And Suzy Pepper joins Glee. How's that for humor? Anyway thank you for reading.