I loved the response from the first chapter so I decided to continue with this story. Please review and comment. Rated M. I do not own Glee, The L Word, or Netflix.
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For the past two weeks, Santana and Rachel have been chilling together every night finishing the third season of the L Word. Both have enjoyed it more than expected.
Tonight was no different. Rachel laid across Santana's chest between the legs, on a pillow. Santana could feel herself hardening every time Rachel would move and was sweating bullets wanting the show to end already. She breath relief as she saw the credits rolled.
"Although I fought it in the beginning but I can't wait to start season 4. I still can't believe that Bette cheated on Tina. And SHANE! If I was Carmen, I would hunt her down and kill her." Rachel said walking from the kitchen, handing Santana a beer.
"Why would you do that. Carmen knew what she was getting into and she shouldn't have gotten her hopes up." replied Santana
"How can you say that, Santana? No one deserves to be left at the altar!" Rachel yelled while falling onto the couch in her seat.
"I'm not saying she deserved it, I'm saying she should have expected something to happen. She said it herself, she was marrying the unattainable."
"So you're saying just because someone is a certain way, you should expect them to stay that way and not change, even a little, for the better?" qestioned Rachel frowning at Santana
"No, not at all, I'm saying if the person wants to change, then they will. But if you want the person to change when you're ready and not when their ready, it will never work. The person changing has to be willing and ready and Shane wasn't."
Rachel shook her head understanding. She couldn't help but think of Finn and him not being ready to live their lives together in New York.
"Hey, hey now. No thinking of him or what could have been. No pouty face or I'll tickle you." Santana quickly said trying to make Rachel smile.
"No you won't." Rachel simply replied forgetting who she was living with.
Santana eyebrows raised up surprised, "Really? You don think so, huh?"
"You wouldn't dare." challenge Rachel.
Santana finished her beer and walked to the kitchen to throw the bottle away, "you're right Rachel. You don't have to dare me, I will do it anyway." Suddenly Santana lunged towards the couch and had Rachel pinned, tickling her sides.
"Oh oh oh my- sttttooppp. Santana, stop!" Laughed Rachel as she tried to make her escape.
"Say All Hail Queen Santana."
"Neverrrrrrrrrr" squealed Rachel while kicking out from under Santana. All of a sudden, she felt Santana hands dropped and watched her as she rolled around on the floor screaming in spanish. Rachel knew that most of the words were cuss words after living with Santana long enough. "Santana are you ok? Why are holding your hands there like that?"
"CUZ YOU KICKED ME IN THE BALL, RACHEL!" yelled Santana still in pain.
Rachel felt horrible, "I'm so sorr-wait, WHAT!?"
Santana eyes widen, realizing what she said. 'I guess it's now or never' thought Santana before she started to explain. "I was born with a penis." She said looking right into Rachel's eyes. She quickly looked back at the ground and continued. "I'm 100% female but I was born intersex. Please don't kick me out. I know I'm a freak but I have nowhere else to go." she begged.
Rachel slowly walked over to her, "I don't ever want to hear you call yourself that again and I would never kick you out. You are my best friend, beside Kurt, and who would I have my Netflix dates with?"
Santana got up and walked to her room. Before she disappeared out of sight, she turned to Rachel and said "Thank you."
Rachel blushed replying, "you're welcome. We still on for tomorrow, right?"
"Of course." And with that Santana was gone for the rest of the night.
-In The Living Room-Rachel's POV
Rachel blushed as she remember what Santana body felt like pushed on top of her. 'Ok, ok stop it. Santana has a penis. So what. She is still the sexiest woman I have ever seen. I wonder if this is why she keeps everyone at an arms length and she doesn't get into serious relationships. Well I got to help her change that. Her soulmate is out there and she might run them off if she keeps this up. I'm going to make it my mission to crack my bestie hard shell.' Rachel thought to herself.
-In Santana's Bedroom—Santana's POV
"Breathe Santana, breathe. She knows now. No more big secrets. It's just Rachel and Santana. No big deal. Right? Right?" She said looking at her dick like it would really answer. "She is still our friend, so no funny business like that tickling shit. But her skin is so soft and her laugh is beautiful music…oh shit this just got married." huffed Santana.