I woke up the next morning to the sound of my phone ringing.
"Who the fuck would call me this early?" I mumbled, grabbing my phone and answering it. "Hello?"
"San?" the voice on the other side said. "San? I'm at your house. Where are you?"
I was confused. I shook my head, trying to get my brain to work.
Okay, the person on the phone is Brittany. Why is she calling? Right, we were spending the weekend together...but she said I wasn't home. Where am I, again?
See, I'm not much of a morning person, especially when I haven't gotten enough sleep, so it wasn't surprising to me that I didn't remember what I'd done the night before. I rolled over in the bed, and that's when everything started to make sense. Rachel was laying next to me, slowly starting to wake up. I'd had sex with Rachel Berry, social outcast who dressed like a blind toddler. I should've been a little freaked out about that, but I couldn't help but smile a little bit.
Rachel was a champ in the sack.
I'd thought that our first time was good, but it only got better from there. Rachel was very fast to pick up on what I liked and what I didn't. Plus, she had stamina and a very low recovery time. I had trouble keeping up. I hadn't expected Rachel to catch on like she did, considering it was her first time. I figured it was because she was so tightly wound up in her normal life; she just had to let go sometimes, right? Sex must be that time for her.
"Santana?" I heard Brittany say again. "Are you there?"
I sat up in the bed. "Yeah, Britt, I'm here. Sorry, I just got caught up at Puck's house."
"I thought you said Puck was going to be at your house last night?" Brittany wasn't the brightest conventionally, but she had a crazy memory. Seriously, I was pretty sure her brain had diverted some of its functions just so her memory could be insanely accurate. It was almost photographic, or whatever.
"I...um...plans changed. Look, I'm sorry. I'll be over there in a second."
"Who's on the phone?" a very sleepy Rachel asked from behind me.
"San...was that a girl?" Brittany asked, and I internally groaned.
"Um...yeah. It was the TV. I gotta go. See ya in a minute, okay? 'Bye!" I snapped my phone shut, hopped out of the bed, and started getting dressed.
"Is everything okay?" Rachel asked me, still wearing the 'I just got fucked' look. I was tempted to just blow Brittany off and continue business with Rachel.
"Yeah, that was just Brittany. I forgot I'm spending the weekend with her." I looked at myself in the mirror, laughing at all the marks on my neck. "Damn, girl, you're a biter."
"You didn't seem to mind last night," she said. "Did I hurt you, though?"
"No, I'm fine." Yeah, she had hurt me, but it was sort of awesome. "Okay, I'm heading out."
"Okay," she said, slight disappointment in her voice. I looked at her.
"You knew I wasn't going to stick around, Berry. You're lucky I wasn't gone before you woke up."
"Yeah, I know, but when I pictured my first time, I didn't imagine the person I was with to run off the next morning," she said, playing with the hem of her comforter.
"Look, we had fun. It doesn't need to go past that," I said. "And no one outside of Hudson needs to know, right?"
The look on her face sort of reminded me of a kicked puppy. "Yeah, San. He won't tell anyone. He'll be too embarrassed to tell anyone. I won't say anything, either."
"Good," I said, suddenly feeling bad. "I don't want this bringing down my rep. I'm still trying to recover from stupid Quinn taking my spot as captain." I grabbed the rest of my stuff. "See ya," I said, walking out to my car. I didn't get it; I'd done this a bunch of times. With guys, it was usually easy to make a quick getaway. In fact, most of them thought I was the perfect girl because I didn't wanna stick around. With Brittany, it was a little harder, because she was my best friend, and I could tell that she felt more for me than I felt for her at the time. Thankfully, she'd moved on quick, and we'd been able to drop back into friendship, just minus the sex.
Berry, though...Berry was making me feel bad for leaving, and we'd never even been friends. I didn't like that. I didn't even understand that.
When I pulled up to my house, Brittany was waiting for me on my doorstep.
"Hey, Britt," I said, unlocking the door for her.
"Hey, San," she replied, going inside of my house. "Where were you last night?"
I looked at her confused. "I was at Puck's house, remember?"
She shook her head. "No, you couldn't have been at Puck's house, because you said Puck is terrible in bed, and you had good sex last night. I can see it on your face and the way you're sort of limping." I smiled as I sat down on my couch, thinking about how rough Rachel had gotten with me when I'd told her not to hold back...that was about three hours into the night. Brittany sat down next to me. "So, who were you really with? Was it a girl, because I could've sworn I heard a girl's voice."
"No, Britt. It wasn't a girl," I said.
"You don't have to lie to me. I know you like girl sex better than boy sex."
"Please stop talking," I said. Yeah, it was true, but I didn't need her to constantly remind me that I was probably gay.
"Was it Quinn? She always seemed sort of gay to me."
My eyes went wide. "No! It wasn't Quinn! Ew! I have better taste than that!" I didn't miss that I'd just said that sleeping with Rachel was better than sleeping with Quinn. I mean, at least Rachel hadn't stabbed me in the back. "Besides, you're the only Cheerio I'd ever sleep with. The rest of them are too afraid to even talk to me."
"So it wasn't a Cheerio, but I know I've heard that voice somewhere." I mentally slapped myself. I shouldn't have said that. I just prayed that she wouldn't put the pieces together.
"Brittany, I was with Puck last night. There aren't even any other girls at the school that sleep with girls besides the two of us."
"Is it somebody in glee club with us?" she asked, completely ignoring me. Sometimes, I wished Brittany was as dumb as she came off to other people.
"Brittany..." I said, warningly, but she knew I wouldn't do anything to her, so she kept going.
"Oh, it is!" she exclaimed. "Well, it wasn't Quinn, because you said so, and it wasn't me, because I would've remembered." She lightly tapped her temple as she thought. "It couldn't have been Tina. I saw her and Mike when me and Artie went to the movies. Lauren is out of town with her parents...so that leaves Mercedes and Rachel. Since the whole thing with Puck last year, you can't stand Mercedes...San, did you sleep with Rachel?"
"What?" I scoffed. "Everyone knows I torture Rachel every chance I get."
"But you think she's hot," she said. "Your eyes are glued to her legs, like, more than half the time." I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Brittany smiled at me. "It's okay, Santana."
I wanted to argue, but Brittany always knew when I was lying. Stupid best friend who knows everything about me..."Britt, you have to promise me that you aren't going to tell anyone, okay?"
She looked at me, confused. "Why?"
"Why?" I asked, not believing my ears. "I think it's pretty obvious why!"
"Wait, is it because it's Rachel, or because being gay scares you?"
"The first one, Brittany! How many times do I have to tell you I'm not gay?"
She rolled her eyes. "There's nothing wrong with being gay. Kurt's super nice, and he's the gayest person I know...well, besides you."
I rolled my eyes, reminding myself that Brittany was my best friend, and therefore, I couldn't hit her. "Kurt had to transfer schools," I reminded her.
"So you won't come out because you think people will threaten you and stuff?"
"It's not just that, it's more...I'm not gay!" I yelled, immediately regretting my slip-up.
"Okay, Santana. I'll let you be in the closet for now, but I think you should come out so other gay kids won't feel lonely like Kurt did," she said. I wanted to deny some more, but she started talking again. "Do you have any food? I'm really hungry."
I sighed and got up to make us some breakfast, hoping that I could avoid this topic for the rest of the weekend.
Fortunately, I was able to avoid the subject of Rachel and me for the rest of the weekend. I'd actually almost convinced myself that it hadn't happened a few times...that it was some weird, twisted wet dream that I'd had Friday night, but then I looked at the marks covering my body, and I knew that Rachel Berry had, indeed, rocked my world.
When I showed up to school on Monday (a little late deciding if I wanted to wear my thermals under my Cheerios uniform even though it was uncharacteristically warm that day. I decided to wear them anyway), a very pissed off Finn Hudson was waiting for me by my locker. Rachel was talking to him, obviously trying to calm him down. From what I could tell, it wasn't working. I guess Rachel had already spilled the beans.
"Hello, Finn," I said as I got to my locker. I turned to face Rachel. "Hey, Rach," I said. Hey, what can I say? I liked to piss people off, and I knew that would get under Finn's skin. I hadn't expected the small blush that crept up on Rachel's cheeks, but it seemed to infuriate Finn even more, so I was all for it.
"What the hell, Santana!" Finn said sharply, but quietly, because he didn't want to attract any attention.
"What?" I said, not taking my eyes off of Rachel. Man, I was eating this up; both the fact that Finn was so angry and that my gaze was leaving Rachel looking rather flustered. I liked these small reminders of just how good I was in bed.
Finn waved his hand in front of my face until I looked up at him. "Please, just tell me that Rachel's just trying to make me jealous or something. Please tell me that you didn't...that you two didn't..."
"Fuck until the sun came up?" Rachel and Finn both blushed at that. "Sorry to break it to you Finnessa, but she's telling the truth."
Finn's mouth dropped open, and he looked at Rachel. "How could you do this to me?" Rachel looked down on the ground, obviously affected by the hurt in his voice.
"Hey," I said, getting Finn's attention again. "She didn't do anything that you hadn't already done. She just did it better."
"She cheated on me! We were broken up when I slept with you!"
"Yeah, but you lied about it. At least she was honest with you." I flipped my ponytail. "Besides, do you really think the two of you would've lasted much longer? Your whole relationship has been a train wreck filled with lies and cheating. It was bound to end anyway."
"Finn," Rachel finally said. "I'm sorry, but you hurt me so much. I just wanted you to know how it felt."
"So what, you thought it would be okay to cheat on me?" he said.
"No, I just-"
"Was it worth it, Rachel? Did I really hurt you so bad that you had to throw away your virginity on someone who doesn't even care about you? I would've made it special." I could tell Rachel wanted to say something, but I didn't know what it was. Whatever it was, she didn't want me to hear it, because she kept glancing over at me. "We love each other, and you gave it up to someone that's made your life a living hell." Rachel looked like she was about to cry. Seriously, I wished she'd just say what she wanted to say, because the look on her face was sort of making me want to tear Hudson's balls off. Then again, it didn't take much to make me want to do that.
"Look, Finn. We slept together. Get over it," I said, and he looked back at me.
"Congratulations, Santana. You've ruined yet another person's life. Rachel and I were happy before you opened your stupid mouth."
"Don't talk to her like that," Rachel said, and I looked at her, surprised. Finn looked shocked, too.
"Did you seriously just stand up for her? She ruined our relationship!"
"No, you ruined this relationship when you lied to me!" Rachel was fuming, and I couldn't lie; it was turning me on so much seeing her like this. "You could have told me the truth when I told you about Jesse! I told you that honesty was important to me, and you still didn't tell me the truth!"
"I didn't think you'd ever find out!" he yelled, and I knew it was a mistake, because Rachel got eerily quiet before speaking again.
"Okay, I'm clearly very upset, so maybe telling me that you planned on lying to me for the entirety of our relationship is probably the exact wrong thing to say," she said. "I'm seriously trying so hard not to hit you right now." I laughed, and that got the attention back on me.
"There wasn't even anything in it for you this time," Finn said to me. "Do you just want to destroy my life?"
I laughed. "Oh, please. Do you really think I care about you enough to destroy your life? Get over yourself."
"Well, then why?" he asked. "Are you really that easy?" What happened next shocked all three of us.
Rachel grabbed him, turned him towards her, and slapped him.
Of course, now we had everyone's attention, but they all assumed that it had to do with me sleeping with Finn. Finn looked at Rachel, and Rachel looked back at him, anger burning in her eyes. I was really considering jumping her right then and there, Finn and all the others be damned. Finn went to say something, but Rachel raised her hand again, and Finn walked off, tail between his legs.
"Um," I said, low enough that no one could hear. "What the hell was that?"
"I'm not sure, but I think this whole thing got my point across," she said.
"Are you alright?" I asked her before my mind could stop my mouth. I didn't care if she was alright...except I did a little bit. "I mean, you didn't have to slap him, or whatever."
"Yes I did," she said. "He should be taking his anger out on me, not you. Besides, I think we have an alliance of sorts now."
"An alliance?" I asked.
"Well, considering that you did me a favor with Finn, and you stood up for me just now, and Friday night was amazing, I figured we could do the whole friends-with-benefits thing...except without the friends part, since you probably won't want to see me outside of our little liaisons."
I sighed. "Okay. Whatever." I looked around, and the crowd had basically dissolved, so I leaned into Rachel and whispered in her ear, "You know, you getting all angry and slap-happy with Finn was really hot."
She laughed. "Are you just horny all the time?"
"Uh, duh. Aren't you?"
"Well, I wouldn't say all the time, but having you this close to me isn't exactly cooling me off."
"All I'm saying is seeing you all controlling like that got me keyed up a little." A lot, actually, but that wasn't important.
"Santana Lopez, are you secretly a bottom?"
I rolled my eyes. "Are you kidding? No one is allowed to top me, Berry."
She threw her hands up in the air. "Just a question. No need to go crazy."
I laughed. "Alright, so how about we skip next class and have some fun in the janitor's closet."
She backed away from me a little bit. "As much fun as that sounds, I can't miss class. I have perfect attendance, and I can't jeopardize that. Besides, we might get caught."
"So? That's half the fun," I said, stepping closer to her again. "Besides, it won't kill you to miss one class." I licked the shell of her ear, and felt extremely satisfied when I felt her shiver.
"San...I-I can't. I have Julliard to think about. I can't have any blemishes on my record."
"Rachel, you can miss one class! Seriously, if you leave me like this, I'm never touching you again."
Rachel looked like she was thinking. "Okay, school starts in a minute. Wait in the janitor's closet on the second floor. I'll meet you there." I smiled and started to walk away, but she stopped me. "By the way, I know that was an empty threat." I laughed. "And you called me Rachel again."
"Leave before you're late or I kill you," I said, slapping her ass, and thanking God there wasn't anyone in the hallway to witness this little exchange. I went to the janitor's closet and waited...and waited...and waited. About twenty minutes had passed since the bell for classes had sounded, and I was starting to cool off. Finally, Rachel walked in.
"What the fuck took you so long?" I almost screamed at her, dragging her into the closet by the front of her sweater.
"I had to stay until she took attendance," she said. "Then I waited a few minutes before saying I had a headache and had to go to the nurse's office." I attached my lips to her neck. "I...uh...I didn't wanna seem obvious."
I pulled away. "Yeah, well, now we have less time before class starts," I said. "I was really looking forward to teasing you for a while."
"Yeah, well, who said anything about you touching me?" She dropped down to her knees, and pulled my skirt down as she went.
Okay, no one was allowed to top me...except Rachel.
A/N: Okay, so do you guys want the sexytimes in the janitor's closet, or should I move on? I honestly don't care either way, I just want to know. Hope you liked the chapter.
