A/N: I wanted to keep all my chapter the same length, so I had to cut this one in halves. Hope you enjoy it!
There was definitely a change in the weather that morning, everyone in the school could sense it, and they all knew it was Rachel Berry's doing. All the hard work she and Kurt had put into her little make over had been definitely worth it, since absolutely everyone who had come across her that day had turned to stare as she walked by. So far, the only thing that had stopped her from actually making a move on Santana, besides the fact that she seemed to hate her most of the time, had been her relationship with Quinn. She would be many things in her life, but she didn't want to be a homewrecker, and if they were happy together she shouldn't intrude. But she'd witnessed them fighting, she'd seen Santana more upset than ever, and she'd sat through the sad, angsty song she'd chosen for that week's Glee assignment. Clearly, that relationship was going nowhere and it was being painful for everyone involved in it, so something needed to be done and she would be more than pleased to be the one who did it.
She was feeling more out of her skin than ever, uncomfortable and itching all over, in a new dress that showed off her long, long legs and with more make up than she'd ever worn in her entire life, walking down the hallways with the hope of running into Santana without being too obvious about it. The school wasn't so big, so it was only a matter of time. The first time their paths crossed, Rachel pretended not to see her and walked right by her, feeling her gaze burning the back of her head. She was dying to turn around and see exactly what she looked like, if she was surprised in a good way, or if she was laughing at her as usual, but the plan had been carefully made and she would stick to it. The second time, there was no wondering how Santana felt about this new look of hers. She was walking straight to her locker with a very determined look on her face, and Rachel could feel her knees begin to tremble.
"Hey, Berry."
Not her first name, but at least it wasn't an insult, so that was an improvement for sure. Rachel smiled at her trying to look confident, and hoping she wouldn't notice how everything inside her was shaking out of control.
"Hi, Santana."
The inevitable silence that fell between them was somewhat awkward, but Rachel was too distracted by the way Santana seemed to be eating her with her eyes to worry about that. She could already feel her heart beating out of her chest, like she always did when she was around the Cheerio, but the way she was looking at her was doing something else to her as well. It was a brand new thing, the heat she felt between her legs, and it was interfering with her plan, since it was impossible to look careless now that she was finally discovering what it meant to be turned on.
"I need practice for my next Glee... thing. Think you can help me out with it?"
Rachel's eyes went wide open as she gaped at her. That was the plan, exactly, but she was the one who had been supposed to invite her over. Just as she was starting to think her plan would never succeed since she couldn't bring herself to ask, Santana had done it herself. This was nothing like she'd expected it to be, it was a thousand times better. Now all she had to do was find a way for her body to come back to life and stop shivering.
"Of course. You can come over to my place, if you want to. Maybe tonight?"
Santana nodded, with a smirk curving up her lips that had Rachel wanting to scream. She'd wanted to have her so that they could grow old together, loving each other and singing show tunes until the became more famous than Barbra herself, and now she couldn't remember any of those things. Now all she wanted was to literally have her, even if she had no idea how, or what that even meant.
Santana knew she couldn't tell Quinn about what she was doing that evening. As she drove to Rachel's place, an alarm kept going off in her head, because she knew that when her girlfriend found out about this -and she would, because Quinn ran the goddamn school and nothing went unnoticed by her- it would be hell on Earth for her. But something had come over her when she'd seen Rachel that morning, and it hadn't been just lust. Yes, the Hobbit had always had a certain something, and on that particular day she seemed to have figured out what it was and decided to show it off, but it wasn't simply the way her legs went on forever, or that the curve of her hips looked like paradise. No. It was more about the fact that she could tell this was all a call for attention, her attention. Rachel was trying to get her to look, to notice her, and it had been a while since Santana had felt that wanted. So maybe tonight could be harmless. Maybe Rachel would be back in her reindeer sweater, and they would practice some stupid song, and Santana could get some more of the lovely feeling that being wanted was without anything happening and then go back home. To Quinn.
She rang the doorbell and knew right away that wouldn't be the case. Rachel was indeed wearing more regular clothes, but the damaged had been done already. The image of her dressed as provocatively as she'd been that morning had been burned in Santana's brain.
"Come in, Santana. It's nice to see you out of your uniform."
Rachel's shy smile wasn't helping her in any way. How she went from seducing her to being adorable was beyond Santana's understanding. Some time ago, she would have found the girl standing before her pathetic, and extremely lame. But life hadn't been easy on Santana lately, and she'd forgotten what it felt like to have someone look at her so tenderly. She followed Rachel into her house, and they went upstairs, to her bedroom. She was more confused than ever, standing in the center of what looked like a five-year-old's room, so pink and fluffy she felt like puking. Yet, that stupid part of her that wouldn't shut up ever since that morning, the same bit that had forced her to come all the way here, was actually liking it. She was so far away from the world Santana lived in. She sat on her bed, staring at her with her eyes wide open, looking more innocent than ever, and she could tell she was scared. She could almost hear her heart thumping from where she stood. Santana had always despised people like her, but after being in her own skin for so long, she longed to taste something sweet once again. All along, Rachel had kept on yammering about something related to Glee, but Santana was too deep in her own thoughts to pay attention. Her mind had been made up. She wouldn't fight her impulses anymore, not for tonight at least. Without giving it a second thought, she walked up to her and kissed her. Her fingers ran through her hair, pulling her in.
"San-"
Rachel tried to mumble something when she pulled away to catch her breath, but Santana shook her head and put a finger on her lips.
"Please."
There was begging in her voice, and Rachel couldn't help but nod and put her own hands in the back of her head, kissing her once again.
