Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters.
Warnings: Same as Chapter 1, I didn't think I had to put this but there will be Brittberry so if you can handle it then don't read. Also, there is more build up in these coming chapters so no smut for a while, but there will be eventually.
"Jab, right hook, uppercut." Puck commanded holding out his boxing pads.
Rachel's hits were quick, powerful and precise. They had been training for hours at the gym on NYADA's campus. There wasn't one at NYU and Santana hooked them up with week membership passes. Lindsey, the woman at the counter didn't care that they didn't go there, she waved and flirted with Rachel every time she and Puck came, although the little brunette was none the wiser.
"Alright broseph were done." Puck said dropping his hands.
The brunette stopped immediately her arms feeling heavy, dangling on the side of her body. Rachel slumped down to the floor of the boxing ring. Her tan body was covered in a layer of sweat making the girls near the ring and farther away on various workout equipment drool.
The dorky brunette was complete oblivious to their stares but her best friend was not. He smirked at them making some almost fall off the elliptical. Rachel sighed in relief as she took off her black boxing gloves leaving the black wrap around her fingers.
"How's school?" Puck asked throwing a towel at his best friend.
"Shitty, I just can't focus on it anymore. I'll be sitting in class trying to listen to my teacher but all I can think about is a new way to remix a song, or if adding more bass or treble would make my mix better." Rachel replied drying off her body.
She patted her abs that were on display in her neon pink sports bra. Her legs were next and mostly exposed in her black and neon pink mid thigh shorts. The petite woman was so happy when she found them, it wasn't so easy to find shorts loose enough to hide her dick and still be feminine. Rachel slipped on a tank-top over her bra, she may be more confident about her upper body but, not that confident.
"Just drop out and focus on your music, you're a sick DJ and you've already got a few gigs so it'll be easy." Puck said, the duh unsaid but obvious as day.
"It's not that easy. My dad's will want to know why I dropped then they'll come visit and that's the last thing I want." The geneticist explained signing. She pulled apart the rope and got out of the ring.
"I hear you lil ma but, you can't live your life to someone else's standards, you'll never be happy." The mowhawked man said leaning down to put his gloves in his gym bag.
"I know." A sigh. "Did you and Finn get Shark's Pool Supplies stock up like you wanted?" Rachel asked slinging her bag over her shoulder and grabbing her water.
"Fuck yeah! And I owe it to you. Seriously thanks for giving me the money to get started Rach." Puck said gratefully for his friend.
She had given him a large sum of money to start his business and used her dad's connections to make him some sweet partner and sponsorships. Finn had gone back to Ohio to work for the company locally.
"No problem. You guys are my best friends." Rachel replied walking though the glass door that separated the boxing ring from the rest of the gym.
"How's Satan?" The dark haired man asked his eyes connecting with a hottie that was totally eyeing him.
"Don't call her that!" The tiny brunette huffed hitting his broad shoulder. "She's good. We're going to the Mid-Summer Critique at her school tonight."
"Oh la la you're her date? Good job lesbro it only took you, like a year." Puck said straying from Rachel's side and closer to the girl making sex eyes.
"As friends, you tactless ass. It's not like she'd ever want me anyway, hello chick with a dick." Rachel ranted out slapping her hand over her mouth when she realized what she said.
In public.
Where people could hear.
Puck barked out in laughter, his large hand clapping her back. "It's cool Jewbro, we're in New York, people are way more accepting than Ohio." The hot blush didn't fade from her cheeks, Rachel ducked her head down trying to get out of the building as fast as possible.
"Aw where ya going?" Puck said following Rachel onto campus. "Did I tell you Beth's is coming up here this weekend? Oh and Quinn too."
The brunette stopped smiling brightly. "Really? Beth is coming?" Rachel's squealed her mood brightening significantly.
She had never actually met Beth's mother, Quinn, but could tell that she was an amazing person to raise such a sweet mannered little girl considsering Puck was the other parent.
"It hurts me that you never react like that when I come over." The man mumbled pouting a little. He trailed behind his best friend muttering more under his breath.
Rachel ignored his complaints and craned her neck up hoping to see Santana come out of her Advanced Acting and Theater class though the flood of students. She grinned triumphantly spotting her.
"San!" The little brunette yelled as she giddily raced over to her roommate. Santana looked up, a smile splitting her face at the sight of Rachel.
"Your and your girlfriend are so cute together!" Her acting partner, Natalie gushed. The Latina's automatic reaction was to deny it but watching Rachel run, still sweaty from the gym dried up her throat and any words that might have come out.
Rachel ran right into Santana grabbing her firmly to make sure she wouldn't fall. "Hi, Sannie!" She rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet excitedly.
"Hey Rae." The Latina said affectionately ruffling up thick brunette locks. The two gazed into each other's eyes lovingly. Their hearts beating erratically together. Rachel's stomach fluttered, feeling Santana's body pressed comfortably against her own.
Puck smirked, popping his face next to them, disturbing the connection he so clearly saw. "Sorry to interrupt, but you have class to get to in about ten minutes and Rae and I have some serious bro time to get too, you can't keep hogging my Jewish American Princess, it's not kosher."
Rachel pouted, full pink lips jutted out, displeased with the turn of events. "But we can tal-"
"Bro time!" The man said fixing the small brunette with a withering gaze.
Santana watched, amused as the pout turned into a full on diva huff. "Fineeee, I'll see you at home Santana." Rachel pulled the Latina to her again with surprising strength. She curled her arms tightly to the slender body in her hold, relishing in the warm and love blossoming in her chest.
"Bye dork." Pillowesque lips brushed honey, now rose, cheeks with the faintest pressure leaving delightful tingles.
A big hand gripped her toned bicep firmly. "Come on, it's time for a bro-tervention." Puck said gruffly dragging Rachel forcibly away from her roommate.
"Ow Noah! What is it?" The tiny boxer questioned violently snatching her arm out of a crocodile like grip.
"Nothing just chill." The taller man sat down at the picnic table he's brought her to. "We haven't had bro talk in a while and I know you need it, or at least I need it, seriously I've barely seen you the past two months." Puck knew exactly what was going on, he just needed her to confirm his suspicions.
Rachel looked down, suddenly feeling ashamed for her absence. "I'm sorry, I've just been busy, you know, with Brittany and all that."
Ding, ding, ding, ladies and gentlemen we have a winner.
"Just because you suddenly have someone to play with your 40 year old virgin ass, doesn't mean you wave a quick middle finger to you friends." Puck said, his authoritative father tone making itself known.
Rachel flinched, the implication of being used again cracking her already chipped heart. "We're not just playing around, were dating alright?"
The Jewish man narrowed his eyes, drawing his eyebrows together. "Oh up you're dating, my mistake, how many dates have you been on?"
Doubt and insecurity suddenly bubbled up reacting to the fire of Pucks words. "None, she told me she wanted keep it quiet so Santana won't get mad at her."
Puck tried not to yell at Rachel, because he knew that she had absolutely no idea about relationships and maybe that was a little his fault. Looking back, all the stories of his one night stands he told her probably didn't help. "So what do you guys do?"
The little brunette looked down again her face darkening with shame. "Well usually she asks me to come over and we like make out and stuff."
His fingers twitched, suddenly with the urge to punch something. "Rachel do you understand what's going on? That's not a relationship, you've seen movies, you know that's not how they're suppose to be."
Rachel's eyes narrowed, a twisted smile that Puck had never seen gnarling her face. "Sorry they don't exactly cover the details of being in a relationship with a tranny in the film industry."
Puck recoiled back as if he'd been hit, "What the fuck? You're not a fucking tranny, I would know. After all those books, websites, and doctors we went to and read together." The man racked his mind wondering where the hell all this shit was coming from because he knew it didn't come from Rachel or Brittany.
Realization dawned on him. "Give me your phone."
Rachel stiffened, moving backwards away from him. "No."
"Rachel give me the fucking phone or I swear. . . "
"No." In a flash Puck lunged across the table tackling Rachel, knocking the breath from her lungs. The struggle was a short one. She was unprepared and simply didn't have the strength to throw off 190 pounds of muscle. Puck snatched her iPhone and typed in her passcode. He was heartbroken when his suspicions were confirmed.
"Why?" It was the question that, like a broken record, his mind continuously got stuck on.
Rachel was frenzied under him, trying fruitlessly to claw and scratch her way out, she was cornered and trapped. "Get off!"
Puck's brain cleared and he flipped her over on her back to stop the scratching. "It's fine everybody, we're just play fighting for an acting class, she just really good!"
"No-" He clapped a hand over her mouth and his other on her nose, which only made her fight harder.
"Lick my hand whatever I don't care, I'll only let go if you promise to tell me why?" Rachel struggled again, her once docile eyes wild and untamed. Puck lifted her up slightly and slammed her down hoping to snap his best friend out of it.
"Damnit Rachel I'm serious!" His frightened voice tore though the animalistic haze she was under, like a live wire directly to her brain. She gradually calmed down, her muscles cramped and sore. Seeing this, Puck took his hand off her mouth, opting to brace it against warm grass.
"Why?" Rachel sighed, the breath filling her strained and burning lungs.
"He called wondering why I had a B instead on an A, I was over Brittany's and I just wasn't expecting it." Her voice faltered, trailing off with broken resignation. "Then he heard Brittany, so I had to tell him about her, he just reminded me how lucky I was that someone wanted to be with an it, not all the way a girl, but not all the way a boy."
Strong hands gripped the tuft of overgrown mohawk, pulling hard enough to rip from the roots. The Jewish man got off his best friend, holding out a hand for her to take. Which she did, hoisting her small frame up with more difficulty than anticipated. Her arms shot out, acting as balances to her disoriented body and mind.
"Why did you listen to him? We've talked about this before, whenever you feel like that you call me."
Rachel's palm reached back to rub a now sore neck. "I thought I could handle it, that I should have done it. I was just trying to be a socially functioning adult."
"Well you need to relax, you can't go from not really friends to girlfriends in one night anyway, it's not enough time." Puck spoke softly, all the previous aggression no longer visible, but that didn't mean it was by any means, gone. "Look broseph, this whole relationship seems super shady to me. First of all, only I know about it. Second, you guys don't go on dates and only hang out at her apartment to make out and get a little under the clothes action. It doesn't feel right, so why are you with her?"
The little brunette slumped down, her body going limp. Elbows once resting rigidly on the table slid down flat. "I just. . . I guess I was just grateful that someone knows about me and still wants me like that."
"Rachel, just hear me out, I won't bother you about Brittany anymore after this okay?" Puck continued seeing Rachel nod. "I know you think no one will want you, but someone will, you just have to trust that. If Quinn can forgive me then, anything's possible. Just don't stay in, whatever the hell you and Britt have, because you feel like no one else wants you. It'll ruin you. You need to figure out if you actually like her or not."
Looking down at Rachel he finally noticed the deep insecurity that was always threatening to break the surface, it was in the way she wrung her heads, or huddled into herself.
"Okay, I'll figure it out." The small brunette promised getting up and walking with Puck. "Thanks Noah, you really are my best friend."
The tall man smiled, throwing his arm over small shoulders and dropping a quick kiss to the top of her head. "I luh yah crazy ass."
"I love you too."
Santana sat outside the changing room waiting for Rachel to try on a bomb ass dress she'd picked out, it was super tight and short but in all the right places.
She'd been having a super fun time shopping with the little nerd who was surprisingly fashionable. It felt as if they'd done this a hundred times but the pounding in her heart and flutter in her stomach was something new and something she could get used to having.
"Rachel what's going on in there? You've been in there hella long." The Latina huffed out angrily, she was not known for her patience.
Thump!
"I don't think this dress is going to work, can you bring me a suit." Rachel yelled thorough the door, disappointment dousing her as she looked in the mirror at the dress.
In all honesty she looked hot, Santana really knew her stuff. The dress clung to everything perfectly and would be so if it wasn't for Rae Junior, who was clearly visible in the crotch if the dress. There was just no way she could hide that much dick in that little place.
Santana growled, throwing her magazine in the table in the waiting room. She knew that dress was fucking perfect for Tiny, she probably was just having self-esteem issues or something. "I'm coming in dork." She walked into the dressing room, the door opening with a resounding click that sounded an awful lot like death to the brunette on the other side.
Rachel practically screeched as she flung herself into the corner of the room, her face pressed against the wall. "No San! Don't come in!"
"Calm down, I know for a fact you look smokin'. Now turn around and lemme see if the front looks just as good as the back. And trust me, the back is doing all the right things." The DJ pressed herself harder into the wall, hoping and praying she would just wake up form this horrible, horrible nightmare.
Santana heard her roommate's muttering something that sounded a lot like there's no place like home. "Rae? Are you okay?"
"No, definitely not, but I have to do this. Just please don't hate me." Rachel said her voice starting out as firm but weakening to a plea.
The Latina shook her head in confusion and walked to the corner where the brunette was huddled. "Is this about that thing you don't wanna tell me, because if it is, I meant what I said. Lopezes take care of their own."
Rachel whimpered, tremors going through her as her internal struggle continued. Taking a ragged breath, her lungs expanding shakily she turned around, very slowly.
Santana leaned in, curiosity overtaking her, while her eyes raked over Rachel form trying to see what was wrong. Dark brown eyes scanned, finding nothing initially, holy shit she was right, that dress did look banging. Her gaze lowered to her stomach and lower still, that's when she saw it, the distinct bulge of something that was most definitely not found on females.
"Holy shit Rae! Why are you wearing a strap-on in public?" The Latina blurted out, that the only solution she could possibly think of.
The brunette look a deep breath, the tears brimming her eyes spilling over. She took her hands off her cock. "It's not a strap-on Santana, it's real." Santana's mouth flapped open in disbelief, there was no way, absolutely no way.
The Latina leaned back her mind spinning madly. She'd heard about intersex and transgendered people from some of her friends in the LGTBQ club at school but she'd never known any. Suddenly, she was grateful for Sugar, a girl in the group who wouldn't stop talking about her intersex girlfriend Marley and all her struggles. The actress could remember vividly the details of Marley's birth condition and assumed Rachel's was similar.
Warnings flashed like neon lights in her head, subtle hints and sentences suddenly became achingly important.
"Let's just say Berry won't have to pay a shitload of money for a doctor to knock up her wife."
"She's like a tiny kitten I can play with but, she comes with an extra part."
"You two don't even have to spend all that money to get pregnant it'll all be natural. She's a miracle mija!"
Holy shit, that totally makes sense now, but how did Brittany know, or was she just being, well Brittany? Seriously, her mom knew? A whimpering sob from Rachel brought her back to the present.
"Hey no, it's okay baby." Santana rushed over wrapping the Jewish girl in her arms, together they sunk to the floor of the fitting room. "I'm not mad, hey look at me honey, lemme see those pretty eyes."
The brunette opened her eyes slowly looking into warm comforting pools. "There you go baby, those are they eyes I love." The actress cooed gently brushing tears from flushed cheeks. The normally brown eyes were red, puffy and glistening with tears.
"H-How can y-you still w-want to be my f-f-friend." The words coming out stuttered and choppy
Santana brushed stray brunette curls from her roommate's face. "Because you're still Rachel Berry, my dork. The girl who stays up late with me to watch Faking It even though she hates it and has early classes in the morning. The girl who brings me my favorite ice cream and snacks plus, makes sure I take my vitamins." Her voice broke, choked up with emotion. "The girl who means everything to me."
Rachel made a strangled noise throwing her arms around her best friend. "Oh San, you mean the world to me too." She buried her face in the crook of pliant neck.
"What is or isn't between your legs doesn't matter to me. Your heart does, and that's still the same." The brunette just sobbed harder at the words. Santana held her closer, pulling her onto her lap.
Cooing, the Latina rocked the geneticist back and forth. Truth be told, they both needed it. The guilt evaporated, leaving no weight on Rachel's heart and Santana finally felt that there were no secrets was between them, keeping them separaterated.
After she'd calmed down, the gut wrenching sobs now just light quivers, Santana asked, "So, I guess this means you want a suit right?"
Rachel laughed loudly, the sound muffled by soft tan skin. "Yeah I kinda do."
Rachel walked confidently and comfortably across the room, her arm in Santana's. The brunette was wearing a black tuxedo jack with white trim and red plaid short shorts. Under her jacket was a white corset, vest?
Shit, Rachel didn't know, Santana picked it out.
The Latina was wearing a red short, sleeveless dress with various jewelry to match her counterparts.
"Yo Lopez, what's with the matching prom outfits?" Natalie's boyfriend Derrick yelled across the room. Of course her friends had to be dicks about this.
The brunette immediately flushed and started second guessing herself. She knew they was too high-schooley.
"What's with the food stains on your suit D-Man? Mom forgot to get it dry cleaned for you?" Santana instantly retorted with, she couldn't have her date backing out just because of her clueless friends.
The man Rachel assumed was Derrick looked down indeed finding a few stains in his white dress shirt. The geneticist smirked and held out her hand for a triumphant low five that was gladly given.
The couple joined their friends, exchanging pleasantries and just enjoying the time together. It had been a while since they'd hung out a long time alone together. Rachel was constantly busy with school and mixing but, she would often rush out of the house in the evening and not come back until late at night. Doing what, Santana had no idea.
Rachel's body thrummed with stored energy, her fingers twitching impatiently against her jacket cuffs. "Come on, it's time for us to preform."
"Okay let's do this."
Santana stood up in the middle of the stage, taking a deep shuddering breath she started to sing. The whole room quieted at the strong raspy voice, everyone in quieted awe of her. She sung each note with perfect pitch and every dance move right on time.
Rachel watched in amazement before she stepped out from the side, singing softly into the microphone. Their two voices blending together so smooth and rich. Their voices truly complemented each other, transforming into a single powerhouse. But neither of them seemed to notice.
They couldn't take their eyes off each other, the passion and fire of the song overwhelming them in all the right ways. Rachel and Santana danced together, Rachel taking lead despite her height.
Their bodies moved fluidly together, reacting, anticipating, with every step singing the whole time. The song came to an end, leaving them heaving and reeling from the sexual energy that was crackling throughout the room.
The room exploded into deafening applause and cheers, the young pair soaked everything in breathless and smiling.
Rachel tugged Santana off the stage, leading her to the famous Carmen Tibideaux. Heart open and vulnerable the Latina asked, "Did you enjoy the performance Madame Tibideaux?" Seconds passed by excruciatingly slowly, feeling like years while their lungs stood frozen on intake.
"I throughly enjoy your performance Miss Lopez, you followed the instructions for the assignment and turned it into an exceptional duet. I just have one question." The breath simultaneously swooshed from the two roommates lungs in giddy relief.
The blindingly happy smile on Santana's smiled only match by the proud on sported on her small duet partner's. "Anything Madame Tibideaux."
"Why isn't the exceptionally talented Rachel Berry enrolled in NYADA with you?" The admissions director asked a rare playful smile on her face.
Rachel spoke up, "Thank you for the compliment Madame, that's quite the compliment coming from a legendary Broadway star herself. Unfortunately, my passion for performing has waned with the passing years. I enjoy a less spotlighted part of music these days however, I'll never pass up an opportunity to sing with the most talented performer I know."
Santana looked over at the geneticist surprised. The words flew out effortlessly from her mouth, all suave and charm. Rachel's body was relaxed but her body was straight and proper. It was like flipping switch, gone was the adorkable DJ, replaced by a schmoozing smooth talker.
The actress felt the stirring of arousal in the pit of her stomach. A sexy, controlled, and confident Rachel was just more material for her to use when working out and school work weren't enough to diminish her very healthy libido.
Madam Tibideaux scoffed twisting her hand in a dismissive manner. "Don't underestimate yourself Miss Berry. Your voice is even more phenomenal than it was during your early years. Or it might just be the vocal chemistry you and my student have." Was her fifty something admissions director blushing like a little girl?
The small brunette smiled graciously, the gesture akin to a queen greeting her subjects, "I'd say I'm merely the backup vocals to my roommate, she's the main attraction."
Okay now this was getting weird, was Tibideaux trying to get her to go to NYADA or her bedroom?
Santana saw the older women open her mouth to speak and quickly cut her off, "Thank you so much Madam, but Rachel and I have to get going." Her hand curled tightly around the Jewish girl's bicep as she dragged her across the room.
"Ugh that woman could've went on and on about how great you are." The actress fumed grumpily.
A tan hand opened and closed, mimicking a flapping mouth. "Ooooh Miss Berry you were a Emmy winning child prodigy. I love you even though the last time I saw you was when you were like five. I'd love to see if your vocal range phenomenal is in my bedroom." The normally raspy voice mocked taking on a deeper tone similar to Carmen Tibideaux.
Rachel laughed heartily setting her arm over Santana's small shoulders. Her jealously was the cutest thing ever. "That was kind of annoying, you were amazing San, the best I've ever heard."
"Really?" Curious dark eyes peered from under her arm with uncharacteristic insecurity.
"Mhm, I mean it." The small brunette's eyes twinkled with mischief. "This is coming from the exceptionally talented Rachel Berry."
The Latina laughed smacking her friend's arm. "Whatever nerd, let's blow this place. I'm starving."
"Okay, I'll call the Chinese place you love by our house to get our food." Rachel took out her phone already calling the place, the number in her speed dial. "Hmm, I did the laundry so your fat shirt is clean."
Santana smiled burying herself into the Jewish woman's side. "You know me too well Rae."
The brunette chuckled feeling the flutter in her stomach. "I could never know enough about you." She smiled down at her basking in the blissful contentment that Santana brought out in Rachel whenever she was near.
She wanted Santana to be in her life forever, and in that moment she decided that she would stop at nothing to ensure that happened.
Author's Note: So that took a while to come out, my bad. Stuff happened, life sprung one on my again, my grandma got hurt so I was focused on taking care of her for a while. I've also been writing a few other stories people asked me too. I know I said Brittany and Quinn would make an appearance but they weren't cooperating, I tried to fit them in but it didn't feel right and ended up being hella long. Sorry for being MIA, but thank you so much for reading, following, favoriting, and reviewing, it means the world to me. I wouldn't be able to keep cranking out chapters if it weren't for you guys.
