The Thursday earlier had been the dreaded egg incident. Rachel was shaking when they found her, completely covered mumbling to herself about baby chicks and souls or something. Santana wasn't sure how it happened but she was left alone in the Cheerios private locker room with a sobbing Rachel Berry while Quinn went to let everyone know what had happened, leaving Santana in charge of getting Man Hands cleaned up and home. That is how Santana found herself on the bench waiting for Rachel to finish in the shower cursing that this was the one day that Brittany had to be out sick. She couldn't deal with crying, girl drama and honestly just plain Berry for that matter yet here she was expected to have the right words to say to the girl that just had her heart ripped out and crushed on public display in the school parking lot. Being the one to put back together a girl that that very morning she had laughed at when she was treated to a slushy facial. Was Quinn seriously losing it? Those pregnancy hormones must have been messing with her head to think Santana was the best person for this job. Sure Preggers and Stubbles weren't exactly friends either but they were at least on speaking terms, then again Quinn had known that Rachel would need to use the private Cheerio showers that she no longer had access to and she probably thought that Brittany would be there too, noticing the fact that she hadn't seen her all day. Santana practically had to carry the broken girl to the showers and when she turned on the water for her the little diva stepped into it fully clothed. After she managed to stand on her own and realize where she was she started to undress which is when Santana decided it was time to run back to her locker to get Man-Rachel something to wear after she got out. So yes here she was sitting there waiting for one Rachel Berry not knowing what she could possibly say to make this better other than maybe promising to castrate the bastard and display is balls on a shelf in the choir room? She was in the process of using a wet Cheerios towel to clean the transferred egg remnants off her arms and uniform when she heard the shower turn off and Rachel's quiet voice, "Santana?" She wasn't sure the girl had an inside voice but this voice was not only quiet it was shaky. "Yes Rachel," Santana replies. "I seemed to have forgot to change before getting into the shower not that I could have worn those clothes again anyway, but as it seems now I don't have any clothes to change into and since I received that slushy this morning I don't have a backup set in my locker plus I took my gym clothes home to wash so . . ." Santana shakes her head laughing to herself she might not be projecting but she's still rambling like the old Berry, "I assumed that so I grabbed some stuff from my locker for you." "Oh thank you Santana, I would hate to have to try to explain to my fathers or any other students that might be in the hallways why I was walking around in only a towel, even if they are rather nice towels." Rachel says as she emerges from around the corner in front of the bench. Santana looked up to make a snide comment but it is stuck in her throat when she sees a very shy Rachel standing before her clad in only that aforementioned white towel. Dark wet hair hanging down her back, skin still red and glistening from the warmth of the water, head bent trying not to look Santana in the eye. Instead of finishing her first thought of insulting the girl Santana stood up and handed Rachel the clothes she brought. Rachel took them from her, their hands brushing slightly as she did. Rachel looked up for a second before blushing and going back around the corner to change. She was gone for a full minute before Santana realized that she had even left. That tiny touch had sent shivers up her arm and through her entire body. She shutters and smacks herself on the forehead before putting on her hoodie to cover the sudden goosebumps. That was Rachel goddamn Berry she shouldn't be having thoughts like that about Treasure Trail. She composed herself and had started to file her nails when she heard Rachel's voice again, "Uh Santana I thank you for the clothes but do you think I might be able to borrow your hoodie too?" Santana's head snapped up when she saw now very close long, tanned legs standing in front of her. Her stomach all but jumped out of her mouth as before her stood one Rachel not so RuPaul Berry. Santana's red shorts riding high on her thighs, leading to the white tank top that was clearly a bit tighter fitting on the girl leaving at least an inch of her abdomen showing while wrapping itself very snugly across Rachel's obviously bigger chest. Santana also noticed that the girl was not wearing a bra, probably because of the fully clothed shower she had just taken. She wasn't sure if it was seeing Rachel's hardened nipples through the tank top or the fact hitting her that Rachel also wouldn't be wearing underwear in those very short shorts but one of those two observations lead to a sudden tingling between her own legs. Santana drank her in top to bottom, then bottom back to top before realizing that Rachel was still waiting for an answer to the question that she had asked, a question that Santana was too distracted to remember at that the time. "Santana?" Rachel started before noticing the girl's almost predatory gaze which caused her to shiver, "Santana?" The cheerleader's attention snapped back to Rachel's face, "Huh, um yeah, I mean what did you say," she finally spit out. Rachel laughed cautiously knowing she had the girl flustered but knowing the girls rep it would be suicidal to outright laugh at her. She moved closer to the bench, "I asked if I might borrow your hoodie as though I do elude a vast amount of confidence, these clothes make me feel a little well self conscience," she said trying to tug down the tank top only managing to give the Latina a better view of her well defined abs and navel. Before thinking about what she was saying Santana blurted out, "Wow no Rachel you have nothing to feel self conscience about, you're rather hot once you get out of those hideous sweaters." She literally clamps her hands in front of her mouth before she can say anything else hella embarrassing. How was she going to get out of that? At least she hadn't licked her lips while saying it or wait had she. Damn she had hadn't she? Rachel was looking at her with a questioning half frown which slowly turned into a half smirk but wasn't sure what the girl was thinking so she thought it best to wait because Santana Lopez couldn't be looking at her like that, thinking what Rachel thought and at that moment hoped she might be thinking. The girl hated her and did her best to belittle and degrade her every chance she got she couldn't possibly be sitting there leering having lust filled thoughts about her, even though Rachel was beginning to get turned on by the look she wished she could be getting. What, wait when did she start having feels for Santana Lopez? And where those butterflies in her stomach over a girl, not just any girl the HBIC? The girl that though everyone knew might not be totally straight was someone that could and would crush her worse than Jesse had ever dreamt of doing. Yet here she was fanaticizing what it would feel like to have Santana's skilled hands roaming freely over her breasts, down her body. She felt herself blush again looking up and jumping back a bit wondering how the Cheerleader had managed to get so close to her without her noticing. Santana unzipped and took off the jacket she had just put on ready to hand it over to Rachel when she dropped it on the floor in front of them instead.
