Author's Note: And here's the next installment, my friends =) we got us some more Pezberry interaction in this chapter so i really hope you enjoy it.

Thank you, as always, to my beta and the most awesomest friend ever, Becca =) you rock for putting up with all my insanity and dumb-ass mistakes XD keep being amazing and we won't ever have a problem.

Disclaimer: I don't own a thing unfortunately. Be great if i did, the Unholy Trinity, Rachel, Tina, Kurt, Burt, Mercedes, Sue, Figgins, Mike, Puck and Lauren would all be getting some major ass screen time, while Finn has to sit in a corner with a dunce cap on XD

Chapter 4

If You Think I'm Coming Back

"Where do you think they'll be?"

"Who?"

"Santana and Rachel, Finn. Were you not listening back there?"

"Well, kind of, but I thought…"

"You thought what?"

"Well, I don't know, that you wanted to… you know…"

"Oh my God! Finn, this is so not the time for that!"

"What, so you're really going to look for Santana?" Quinn sighed and picked up the pace, heading for the parking lot to see if the Latina's car was still there. She pushed open the doors and the two of them stepped outside, Finn still talking at her. "…I don't see why you're bothering, Quinn. She's done nothing but bitch the entire time she's been in Glee! She's mean and spiteful and full of herself! She made your life hell, so why-"

"Because she's my best friend, Finn! Before all of that started we were best friends and I've hurt her just as much as she's hurt me so either shut up or go away!" Quinn strode on ahead, leaving Finn more confused than ever.

"Quinn, wait!" He followed her only to plough right into her when he rounded the corner. "What the hell-" she slapped a hand over his mouth and just pointed.

There, over the other side of the parking lot, were Santana and Rachel. Rachel was leant against Santana's car while the Latina had a hand planted either side of her and was leaning in, her lips moving quickly as she spoke. They couldn't hear a thing from where they stood, but neither Quinn nor Finn had any desire to get closer. They knew the look on the Latina's face, and it wasn't one you messed with.

"Maybe Mr. Schue is right. Maybe Sue really roped Santana back in…"

"And Santana's got her claws into Rachel…" Quinn threw him a glare but stayed silent. "Come on, let's get back to Glee and tell Mr. Schue what we found." The tall boy strode off back inside, leaving Quinn to follow.

She watched the two girls for a few more seconds. "What the hell have you gotten yourself into now, Santana?" She let out a sigh before heading after Finn.

If Quinn had stayed an extra few seconds she would have seen exactly what Santana had gotten herself into as Rachel grabbed a handful of the Latina's shirt and pulled her to her, crushing their lips together.

Five minutes earlier

Santana strode along the hallway, past the choir room without even a glance inside, out the main doors to find her car and head home. She'd managed to avoid Rachel the rest of the day; it was actually quite hard work, what with the girl being about two foot tall. But Santana was good at avoiding people, it was one of her many talents. She was just congratulating herself when she suddenly spotted the tiny diva leant against her car.

"For the love of- Berry!" She stalked over to the other girl who'd almost jumped out of her skin. "What the hell are you doin' here?"

"Waiting for you," Rachel shrugged like it was obvious.

"No, I meant what are you doin' here when you should be in Glee?" Santana dropped her bag and stood staring at the diva with her arms crossed.

"I told you already. I quit."

"You were serious about that? I thought you were just bein' a drama queen again."

"I was, a little. I do like to keep Mr. Schuester on his toes, not to mention the rest of them." Rachel's eyebrows rose at the chuckle that came from the other girl.

"No wonder he's always so stressed in Glee…" Rachel smiled back at her, making Santana stop quickly and the frown re-appear. "But why the hell did you quit? You love Glee Club!"

"Maybe. Just wanted a change, I guess."

"Uh huh. No way I'm believin' that, Berry. Not this close to winnin' Nationals and catapultin' your midgetness into fame." Santana stepped closer to the girl, resting a hand either side of her on the car. "What's goin' on?"

Rachel swallowed hard, trying to keep her breathing steady as the Latina leant closer. "I-I was just bored. I want something new and different-"

"Bullshit. I saw your face when we won Regionals last week."

"I was happy, yes-"

"More like over the fuckin' moon!"

Rachel cleared her throat carefully, trying to think of something believable to tell the other girl. "Well yes, as you so crudely put it. I was over the moon… but so was everyone, even you."

Santana's eyes narrowed. "What's really goin' on, Berry? There's somethin' you're not tellin' me."

"Th-There's nothing going on. I just want a-"

"Change, yeah, so you keep sayin'." She moved away from the smaller girl a little, still watching her closely, trying to figure her out. "But a change to what? Are you gonna keep pesterin' me, Frodo? Because it takes a lot of time and energy to avoid you all day."

"Then don't."

"So you are gonna keep annoyin' me then? Super. You know, it's even more hard work actually talkin' to you!"

"Then don't." Rachel breathed out, her eyes flickering to the Latina's lips for a moment. Santana scowled and leaned in again, so close that the diva had to physically stop herself from closing that tiny gap and-

"Listen, Berry, I don't know what you're playin' at, I don't know if you have some weird plan to get me to come back to Glee Club or somethin', but whatever it is just forget it. I've had enough of it, of the games and the lies and everythin' else in between. I can't do it anymore. So either tell me what the fuck you want right now or leave me the fuck alone!" Santana's voice had been so low, so dangerous, so… unbelievably sexy… that Rachel couldn't help herself.

She reached forward and grabbed a hold of the other girl's shirt and yanked her forward, crushing their lips together with as much force as she could. Rachel let out a low moan at the feel of the Latina's lips finally on hers. She really couldn't help it. She'd dreamed about this moment for so long, that now that it was actually happening she felt like she was going to explode right there and then.

Surprise, confusion, uncertainty, worry- all flitted through her brain when Rachel kissed her, but they were quickly chased out when Santana felt the girl's tongue on her bottom lip and replaced by a sudden rush of desire. She kissed back just as forcefully, pushing her own tongue into the diva's mouth, earning her a moan. Their tongues wrestled, determined to be dominant, determined to have some kind of control- but when Santana slammed her hips into Rachel's, the diva gasped, breaking the kiss, letting the Latina latch onto the soft skin of her neck.

Rachel's hands were buried in dark hair, pulling the other girl to her, keeping her in place when the mouth on her neck made her eyes roll back in pleasure. "Oh God…" A hiss escaped her lips as Santana bit down hard, almost chewing on her neck in pure lust before soothing the pain with her tongue.

Another moan slipped from Rachel as Santana started to rock her hips into her. Their mouths met again in a searing kiss, the diva unable to stand not having the Latina's lips on hers for any longer. There was a louder moan then, but it surprised Santana when she realised it didn't come from the smaller girl, but from herself.

She pulled away, one hand over her mouth as she panted, gasping for breath and tried to make sense of what had just happened. Rachel groaned at the loss, reaching for the girl to try and bring them back together again, but all she received was a shake of the head.

"I have to go." The Latina grabbed her bag and sprinted round to the other side of her car, wrenching the door open and slipping in. Rachel stepped back as it started up and watched as the car sped out of the school parking lot and away.

"Damn. What have you done?" she hung her head, dragging her fingers through her mussed hair. "That wasn't part of the plan at all." She turned and set off to her own car, wanting to get home as fast as possible so she could start making a new plan. Because Rachel Berry without a plan was like Artie without a wheelchair – pretty much helpless.

Santana sat in the middle of her bed staring blankly at her TV as old re-runs of Friends showed. She hadn't taken any of the episodes in; her mind was somewhere else entirely. That place being the school parking lot with Rachel Berry pushed up against her car moaning in her ear… Santana groaned and flopped back on her pillows.

This couldn't be happening. As if her life wasn't fucked up enough as it was! She didn't need Man-Hands Berry suddenly taking over her brain too. A memory of Rachel flashed in her mind: she was leant against her car, hair ruffled, lips swollen, eyes a lust filled black, her chest rising and falling as she tried to get her breath back…

Santana bit back a moan, trying to regain some semblance of control over her body as she became aware of a throbbing between her legs. "Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she reached for the TV remote and turned it up as loud as it would go, trying to drown out the memory of Rachel's moans. She really didn't need this! "Stupid, idiotic, self centred, loud mouthed, weirdly dressed midget!" her dad wasn't home once again, so she felt no need to curb her temper or lower her voice.

He'd left a message on the answering machine, which made a change from him just not coming home; telling her there was an emergency so he couldn't get away from the hospital tonight. And for once, she was glad. She was in no mood for small talk and fake smiles, she just wanted to wallow and be bad tempered without having to explain herself. Suddenly she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Fishing it out, she opened the text and groaned.

Did you get home okay? – Rachel

What was with this girl? Why wouldn't she leave Santana alone? She was everywhere lately and it was freaking her the hell out. If Santana didn't know any better she'd swear the girl was stalking her… With a sigh she text back, unsure why she couldn't just delete the text and shut her phone off.

I got home just fine, what's it to you anyway, Berry? – S

Good. Just wondering, that's all – Rachel

Well don't. It's weirdin' me out – S

'Sorry' was the only reply she got after that, so she dropped her phone on the floor and went back to watching Friends. Or at least tried to…

AN: Let me know what you thought, i always love hearing from you guys =)

Peace Out.