A/N: And finally the ball is rolling. Please review and thanks so much for the feed back (: WARNING: This chapter contains spoilers to the musical WICKED.

Chapter 4:Defying Gravity

Santana crossed her legs impatiently waiting for the curtain to rise. She was having a much better week now; she didn't even need her meds anymore. She smiled anxiously as Puck returned to his seat next to her with popcorn.

"You owe me Lopez." Puck sat down in an exasperated sigh. "First you force me to come to this stupid play, and then the fucking popcorn is like thirty bucks." Puck grumbled. "You better eat every damn kernel and like it."

Santana almost jumped out of her seat in excitement when the bell dinged, telling everyone in the audience to get to their seats because the show was beginning to start.

….

Puck groaned as the first act was coming to a close. She nudged her friend and shushed him telling him that the first act was almost over, it had just one more song to go before the intermission and he could go smoke a cigarette and get a beer to get him through the rest of the second act. Santana turned her gaze back to the stage as she heard Puck release a sound of relief and rolled her eyes. She on the other hand was ecstatic; she clapped and silently sang along to the songs thoroughly enjoying herself. But for some reason, the woman who played Elphaba looked vaguely familiar. Santana tried her hardest to remember who the woman was, but even in her 4th row seat, she couldn't remember the woman for the life of her behind the green make up.

Giving up she grabbed another handful of the popcorn Puck was forcing her to eat and popped a few kernels in her mouth as the beginning notes of her favorite song started to play. She quietly squealed in delight as she sat up in her chair, as she heard Puck groan before opening his Playbill and release a satisfied "YES" when he saw it was the last song before intermission. She elbowed him in the ribs before returning her gaze to the stage as the women who she's been trying to figure out was for the longest started singing. Her voice sounded angelic as she started out…

Something has changed within me

Something is not the same

I'm through with playing by the rules of

Someone else's game

Too late for second guessing

Too late to go back to sleep

It's time to trust my instincts

Close my eyes and leap

Santana watched in awe as never before as the woman graced across the stage, while she sat and mouthed the words with her. Rachel Berry was definitely everything the critics were saying about her, "Astounding", "Angelic voice", and "Born to play the role of Elphaba". And then for a moment, Rachel's chocolate brown eyes locked with hers, and it was instantly no one else was in the auditorium but them as Rachel continued the song.

It's time to try defying gravity

I think I'll try defying gravity

And you can't pull me down

Santana instantly felt warmth grow in the pit of her stomach and realization smacking her dead in the face. She can't fucking be. Santana blinked her eyes at the Rachel, trying to get a better look while Rachel and the woman playing Glinda recited their dialogue. She instantly snatched the Playbill out of Puck's hands immediately looking for Rachel's biography, more importantly her picture without the green makeup. When she found the page, she almost dropped her bowl of popcorn and choking on the kernels she was chewing at the time. It was Rachel. The woman who knocked her down in the club that night, the woman who gazed into her eyes apologetically but also full of lust and want. The woman whose face Santana couldn't seem to bear out of her memory, even though she can't remember anything else about that night, Rachel's face was the one thing she remembered clear as day. Santana knew it was fate that laid a hand that night, and she sat shocked. Staring at Rachel's biography picture, still trying to wrap her mind around the fact that she was almost ran over by Rachel Berry just the weekend prior. Santana sat wrapped in a daze before Puck nudged her, calling her name.

"Move Lopez. I need a cigarette and a beer, if I wanna live through the second act. Why is this shit so fucking long?" Puck pulled out a Marlboro and offered the pack to Santana. "Marb?"

Santana instantly grabbed Puck by the arm and dragged him outside to the smoking area, Playbill clutched tightly in her hand. Once she got him outside, he looked at her like she'd grown a third tit. "Lopez what is your issue? First you drag me to this thing, and then by the end of the first act you're staring at the Playbill all wide eyed and not even paying attention to your favorite song being performed.

"Puck, it's her. It's fucking her. The girl from the club that damn near ran me into the ground." Santana was pacing back and forth, her heels clicking against the pavement as she ran her hands through her hair. "I can't believe it's her. I swear the world is so fucking small. LA is huge and she just happens to be here. In the same place I am? This is fucking insane." Santana was rambling so fast, Puck could barely understand her. Placing his hands on her shoulders to stop her from pacing, he pulled out his cigarettes along with his lighter and lit the cigarette from behind his ear.

"Calm down Lopez. Have a cigarette." Puck tossed her his pack before she tossed it back.

"I have my own." Santana pulled her pack of Newports out her clutch and took one out and lit it, instantly feeling her nerves ease, but her mind still on edge.

"There now that's better. Relax, breathe. Now who's here?" Puck asked ashing his cigarette on the ground before looking back at Santana, taking another drag.

"The girl from the fucking club, that knocked me down Friday night. She's fucking here. I can't believe it. Fuck she was so hot." Santana sighed taking another drag of her cigarette.

"Shut the fuck up. The girl you almost had an accident over? She's in the audience? Where did you see her?" Puck looked amazed, looking among the people outside.

"Not in the audience, Troll." Santana pulled out the Playbill and showed him Rachel's biography page, pointing her finger to her picture. "On stage, she plays Elphaba."

Puck snatched the Playbill from her and looked closely at the picture in disbelief. "Holy fuck. It is her." He shook his head. "Who would've fucking thought, you would get ran over by Rachel Berry, make lusty sex eyes at each other. Then run out when she apologizes before you almost threw up on her?"

Santana groaned, instantly wanting to smack her head against the side of the theatre." I almost threw up on her? Oh my god. I'll never get a chance now. Matter of fact, I don't even know that she's gay."

Puck chuckled stubbing out the rest of his cigarette. "Being around you for all my damn life, I know the signs of a lesbian. I have fantastic gaydar. I can spot a lesbian from a mile away, and a closeted one for as far as 100 feet. She is definitely a carpet muncher."

Santana kicked him in the shin after stubbing out the rest of her cigarette. "I told you I hate that term."

"But that's what you are." Puck claimed defenselessly rubbing his shin.

"I'd prefer 'taco lover' any day over 'carpet muncher'." Santana stated punching him rather hard in the arm.

"Ow, you bitch." Puck grunted rubbing his arm when they heard the bell ding signifying that start of act two. "I'm getting a beer." He grumbled before walking off.

"Serves you right douchebag. Bet you won't say it again." Santana smirked before walking back into the Theatre after Puck.

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Santana barely could contain herself as she watched but didn't really pay attention to the second act. Making her mind up as soon as Rachel came back on stage again, she was going to meet her. And introduce herself formally.

She sat tapping her foot almost impatiently as the show was drawing to a close. Every time Rachel took the stage she couldn't help but sit back and smile so hard it almost cracked her face in half. During the bows Santana sat and watched the beautiful woman that had occupied her thoughts ever since that Friday, her smile so bright as the audience gave her a standing ovation as she bowed. She felt Puck nudge her and instantly stopped smiling when Puck started winking and wiggling his eye brows suggestively and fleeting his eyes between Santana and the woman on stage. She fought her urge to punch him in the arm, when she noticed the brunette had walked off the stage. Taking that as her cue, she knocked Puck and pulled him closely, whispering in his ear. "I'm going to try to get backstage to meet her. I have too."

Puck looked at his friend skeptically. "And exactly how do you expect to get past the security guards that are surely guarding her door to protect her from sex crazed lesbians like yourself?"

Santana sat back and thought about it quickly, glancing down at her dress she had on, she hiked up the hem so it stopped just inches below the curve of her ass and pushed up her cleveage so it was more noticeable. "By flaunting the set of rambunctious twins that live on my ribcage and showing off these fantastic legs that years of dancing and cheerleading have given me of course." Santana smiled, she has never been more determined in her life. She needed to meet Rachel. The electricity that shot through her body and down to settle between her legs when the woman had helped her up in the club could not be ignored.

"You know. That just might work, until the guy finds out your about as straight as a zig zag."

Santana chuckled, instantly putting on her mischievous smirk that meant she was up to something on, "Well he's not gonna know that by looking at me. And plus, unless he's gay, no straight man in the world would pass up looking at this. I'm fucking hot and if I have to play straight for thirty seconds to meet that woman. So be it."

Puck gave up, Santana was determined and he if nobody else knew that the minute she set herself to something, there was nothing or no one that could deter her from her goal. "Well then good luck. I'll be waiting in the car. Please don't take too long, and if you have to, do that thing with your tongue you were telling me about so she'll cum faster. I'm not gonna be waiting thirty years for you to bust one." Puck claimed nonchalantly as he pulled out another cigarette.

Santana quickly hid the blush she felt creep up her cheeks as she thought of Rachel with her legs wrapped around her neck, screaming her name. "Shut the fuck up Puckerman and go sit in the car."

Santana walked out of the building and slipped through the side doors when she was sure no one noticed her and saw a sign that said backstage. Well I mean damn they could have attempted to hide it better. She thought to herself as she walked past all the people who were in too much of a rush putting costumes and props away to notice the Latina walking through looking for any signs of the woman who's been haunting her wet dreams for the last week. Glancing around a corridor that contained rooms and box props that looked like where dressing rooms where, Santana almost had an accident when she heard the voice of the woman she was searching for around the corner. Peeking to see where she was, she only caught the sight of a white robe swishing into a dressing room before closing the door behind her and a big, brawly looking guy dressed in all black stood in front of the door when it closed. Fuck, I knew it was too easy. Santana shook her head and shook the rest of her body, trying to get out the last minute jitters and ignoring the small voice in the back of her head screaming "run as fast as you can." Hiking up her dress and pushing her boobs higher, she flipped her long curled hair over her shoulder, put on her best flirting face before confidently striding over to the man and stopping right in front of him, her heart doing backflips in her chest as she saw the gold star that was on the door that said in bright glittery letters 'Rachel Berry'. Looking back up at the security guard, she saw that he was staring her down, his eyes near bulging out of his head as he looked from her long legs that descended from under her dress, up her body and stopping at her breasts, cleavage almost spilling over the top of the green skin tight dress. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she batted her long eyelashes and smirking at him, looking from under her lashes, the guard was almost drooling. She had him right where she wanted him.

"Can I help you with something?" The guard croaked turning red and wiping the sweat that appeared on his forehead out of nowhere.

"Hi, Officer.." Santana asked questioningly as she smiled and flipped her hair over one shoulder.

"Oh, I'm not an Officer. I'm just Rob." The security guard said, chuckling nervously as he stared at the woman in front of him.

"Oh ok, Rob." Santana smiled before leaning over in his ear, making sure her breasts were pushed up against the man's chest. She whispered "I was wondering if you could let me into Ms. Berry's dressing room. I'm an old friend from high school and I wanted to surprise her."

The guard looked around nervously, checking to see if anyone was around. He wasn't supposed to let her in. But she looked too damn good in that dress, but at the same time he didn't want to lose his job. "I'm not sure if I can do that."

"Please? I really just wanted to show my face. It's been years since we've last seen each other." Santana whined, placing her hand on the guards shoulder and leaning into his ear once again. "I won't tell anyone who let me in." Santana stated, and just for added effect lightly let her lips 'accidently' graze across the guys cheek, her breath cool on his neck. She leaned back and batted her eyelashes again for certain measure, almost laughing when the guard looked like he had an accident himself, before looking around and nodding for the Latina to step inside. Bingo.

"Thank you so much Rob." Santana winked at the man seductively, before she mustered the courage to open the door silently and step inside.

Once she was inside she smiled looking at all the humidifiers and different bags of organic tea, and the large vanity mirror that had large gold stars framing it. Glancing over the stage makeup she saw a framed picture of Barbara Streisand and a bunch of makeup wipes that were covered in green splotches. She looked around the room again, but to her avail found no Rachel. She sighed once she heard a loud, infectious laugh on the opposite side of the room behind a black room divider. She had to grab a wall to keep her knees from going weak at the beautiful voice she recognized from the club. She closed the door and clicked it voice inside her head telling her she was all types of crazy for this. But Santana couldn't pass up letting the beautiful woman slip through her fingers once again. Her breath hitched in her throat when she heard Rachel stop laughing when the door closed. Fuck Lopez hide! Her brain told her to move but her legs locked in place paralyzed in fear. She had gone too far. There was no turning back now. She heard Rachel speak again.

"Mercedes, let me call you back. I think this might be Rory with my throat coat. I love you too. I'll see you in a few bye." Rachel walked out from behind the room divider in some sweats and her hair pulled up in a sloppy bun. "Rory did you get the ve-" Rachel's eyes went wide as she looked to her door and saw that it wasn't her assistant at all. It was the beautiful woman from the club, that she had knocked down the week prior and couldn't stop thinking about since. She attempted to speak, but every time she tried she ended up closing her mouth again. After what felt like hours she was finally able to croak out. "I-I-It's you."