Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, usually i woulda had this up sooner but i've been preoccupied typing up the next chapter, sleeping and sending random Glee videos from youtube to my girlfriend tryin' to get her hooked too XD just watched the 'Do you wanna touch me' video with Holly Holiday in it and it made me fall in love with Glee all over again, so tonight, instead of watching Gilmore Girls, i shall be watching season one of Glee. Again. I can't wait XD

Thanks to Becca for helping me out as much as she could with this chapter, your Uni work is more important than me so i honestly don't mind. Just get it done! But this chapter is dedicated to Corbeil as a thank you for the amazing reviews you left me. I'm sorry i haven't gotten back to you but seriously, you made my week, no doubt about it =)

This chapter is a little shorter but to make up for that, i shall have the next chapter up extra fast =) enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own a thing, if i did Finn really would be pelted with stuffed animals, and not the soft kind, the ones stuffed with bricks =D (for more information go to 'History With Holly Holiday' by FaberryAchelefan16)

Chapter 6

I Can't Forget

Santana sat on her kitchen counter chugging a bottle of water. She'd spent the better part of an hour doing laps round her neighbourhood, trying to work off some of that damn sexual frustration she was feeling. She blamed Rachel entirely, of course. The tiny diva had somehow gotten into her brain and taken over, like she did with everything. Slamming the empty bottle down, she slung her towel round her neck and rifled through her bag for her phone. Sure enough there was a text from the bane of Santana's existence herself.

Did you get home okay? – Rachel

Santana didn't even hesitate as she pressed the call button. Making her way upstairs, she flung herself on her bed just as the girl answered.

"Santana, what a nice surprise!"

"Yeah, yeah. Cut the crap, Berry and just tell me what Curly and his ginger sidekick had to say."

Rachel sighed but did as she was told. "Mrs. Pillsbury-Howell merely enquired about school, about my home life… she asked after my fathers and how I felt about having Kurt back and-"

"I said to cut the crap, Motor Mouth! What did she say about me?"

"Well…"

"Yes?" Santana propped herself up on her elbows, her phone on loud speaker next to her.

"She did ask if we were friends and… and if you'd had any impact on my decision regarding Glee Club."

"Did she now? That certainly is interestin'."

"Santana, I'm sure we're merely being paranoid."

"Yeah, well I don't think so. Schue put her up to this; he probably thinks I'm tryin' to corrupt you or somethin'." She snorted at the thought and her next words came out before she could stop them. "Not that you need corruptin', not with the way you kiss, that's for sure."

There was silence for a long moment as they both realised what she'd just said. Rachel cleared her throat. "The way I kiss?"

Santana blushed furiously, glad that the other girl wasn't able to see her. "Uh… yeah."

"What about the way I kiss?"

"You- uh… you're-"

"Yes?"

"You're pretty damn good, alright, Berry? There, I said it." She flopped back onto her bed, picturing the thousand watt smile the other girl had on her face right then.

"Why thank you, Santana. You're very kind to say so."

"Oh jeez, Berry. There you go makin' me regret bein' nice! You really need to loosen up a bit more."

"I assure you, I do not intend to 'loosen up'. I'm perfectly fine just the way I am."

"Uh huh. And I'm gonna win Miss. Personality 2011. You know, Tiny, I could always make you loosen up. I've done it before…" Rachel closed her eyes as the shudder ran through her body right to her core. God! Did she ever wish Santana would follow through with her threat…

"Santana?"

"Yeah?"

"Is it bad that I want you so much right now?" Santana had to bite back the moan that threatened to escape her. She couldn't believe it was Rachel Berry saying those words to her. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat but found her mouth had become unbelievably dry all of a sudden.

"You're talkin' crap again, Berry. Look, I have to go."

"Sure."

There was a few seconds of silence when Rachel thought Santana had hung up. But just as she was about to check her phone, the Latina spoke up again. "It's not bad. Because I want you too."

Santana shut her phone off and stared up at the ceiling. She was going insane, or this was all one long, weird-ass dream she was having, because this could not be happening. She was not lusting after Rachel Man-Hands Berry, of all people! Although now Santana thought about it, the girl's hands were the furthest thing from manly. They were small and soft and felt so good in her hair…

The Latina shook herself, rolling off her bed she headed to the bathroom, deciding a cold shower was the best thing for her right now, before her mind went really crazy with the Rachel Berry images.

Rachel skipped into school the next day, feeling happier than she had in a long while. Even though the girl still insisted on being impatient and insulting her, Rachel had very much enjoyed her phone conversation with Santana last night.

There weren't many people who would call her, or even text her. She didn't entirely mind, she had a hectic schedule that she had to keep on top of. But it had been nice to just lie on her bed, phone pressed to her ear and talk… even if it was only for a few minutes. It made her feel like a regular teenage girl for once in her life. And although she had no desire to experience a lot of what being a teenager was about, she was sure she could get used to that part.

So there she was, humming to herself as she arranged her locker, when a shadow fell over her. "Rachel… hey."

"Oh. Hello, Finn." She hardly glanced at him. He stood there shuffling his feet for a minute before she sighed and turned to him. "What can I do for you?"

"Oh nothing much, I just wanted to see how you are." He smiled dopily at her making Rachel want to roll her eyes. "Don't get a chance to see you much now that you're not in Glee. We miss you," he shrugged and leant in close, planting one hand on the locker behind her. "I miss you."

Rachel knew exactly where this was heading, he'd done it to her before unfortunately and she was sorry to say it kind of worked. Mostly because she missed Glee and didn't get to see Santana as much; even then she was very much in love with the fiery Latina.

The diva backed up a little trying to put some space between herself and the giant boy who was stood leering at her. "Okay, Finn?"

"Yes, Rachel?" His smile widened and he leant in as if he was going to- oh god!

"Ahem." Someone cleared their throat loudly beside them, making them both turn. Santana stood there, arms folded, watching them- 'pissed off' practically written on her face.

"What do you want?" Finn pulled back a little but still kept his arm round Rachel.

"I could ask you the same thing. What the hell are you up to, Frankenteen?"

Rachel had never been so glad to see the Latina in her whole life and the smile on her face said exactly that. "Santana… hey."

"Sup, Frodo. Is he botherin' you?"

Rachel glanced up at Finn who had an almighty scowl on his face now. "Uh well-"

"Of course I'm not. We're just talking, so if you'd just get lost…"

"Finn! That's no way to talk to someone!" Rachel slammed her locker shut and pushed past him, going to stand by Santana.

"Rachel, what the hell? It's Santana,"

"I know exactly who it is, Finn, my vision isn't impaired. I can see. I can see exactly what you're trying to do as well, and it's not going to work. You had your chance. Now if you'll excuse me." She turned on her heels and marched off down the hallway, leaving Santana with an impressed smirk on her face and Finn looking more confused than ever.

"She told you!" Finn's head snapped up and the scowl reappeared.

"I don't know what you're up to, Santana but leave her out of it!"

"I have no idea what you're witterin' on about, Finnocence!"

"Oh save it! We all know! We've seen you two, so whatever sick plan you have going just let her go. She deserves better than that."

Santana stood there glaring at the boy, unsure what to say. She knew something was going on the second she saw King Kong trying to swallow Rachel's head. He was back with Quinn, she knew that for sure, she'd seen them sucking face when they thought no one was around. So why was he suddenly after Rachel again?

"I have no idea what you're on about, Finnessa. So why don't you climb up a tall buildin' somewhere, beat on your big, old monkey chest and jump off." The Latina turned and followed Rachel, determined to find out what else Finn had said to her.

But when she threw a glance back over her shoulder at the idiot, she saw him completely surrounded by the Glee losers. She frowned but kept on walking, knowing exactly where Rachel would be.

"What's going on? What happened?"

"Did you get anywhere with Rachel?"

"No, I didn't. Santana turned up just as I was about to go in for the kill."

Puck rolled his eyes and slapped Finn on the back. "Yeah, keep dreamin', bro. I saw it; Rachel pretty much climbed in her locker to get away from you, it was nothin' to do with Santana."

"Sorry we couldn't warn you, Finn, we didn't even see her until she was stood right next to you or we would have stopped her." Mike wrapped an arm round Tina, shrugging apologetically. "She's really good at the whole Ninja thing."

Puck chuckled. "He's right, dude. It is Santana! We're gonna have to step up our game."

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Peace Out.