A.N.: Decided to go back and rewrite this chapter bc I want the story to go in a different direction. Sorry for the font or whateva, it's the way my iPod is.

Disclaimer: Let's just say R.I.B. are a bunch of lucky bastards.

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*crash*

*slam*

*bang*

*shatter*

*scream*

All the gleeks who had migrated towards the kitchen looked at each other thinking the exact same thing. That's not Santana's scream. Quinn was first to react, running into the kitchen. If she had not already known Santana, the sight before her would have scared her shitless.

There in all her glory stood a five foot five Santana holding a five foot nine Mandee by her neck a few inches off the floor. Mandee hung there helplessly clawing at the Latina's hand that was tightly wrapped her throat.

"Santana! You have to let her go; you're gonna KILL her!" Quinn yelled trying to get one of her oldest friend's attention.

"No, fuck that! She's gonna pay. This bitch trato de quitarse my shirt y Rachel camino en. My own damn girlfriend piensa que la engano!" Santana's Spanish was mixing with her English. This was not a good sign and Quinn knew that well enough.

This bitch is going to pay. Quinn decided rather darkly.

"Okay S, you obviously have to go talk to Rachel." Quinn reasoned cautiously, " You have to fix this and killing Mandee won't help at all." That seemed to snap the Latina out of her trance and she dropped Mandee who hit the floor, gasping for breath, with a thud.

Santana ran up the stairs that were so familiar to her and stopped in front of the third door on the left labeled 'The Puckasaurus's Cave'. He's such a dork. Santana thought.

While everyone knew Puck stashed his weed and alcohol in his attic, most people didn't know about the second secret stairwell that led up there. It was in his closet, and Santana only knew it was there because of the countless time she hid in there from his mom.

She pulled the second string near the light bulb and eased the staircase down to floor level.

As soon as Santana reached the top, she heard the unmistakeable sounds of Rachel sobbing. She mentally cursed herself for making her first serious girlfriend cry; even if it was just a huge misunderstanding.

"Tiny? Rach? Rachel baby, please look at me." Rachel looked up for all of a second before taking off and sprinting into a bathroom. Santana reached the door just in time for it to slam in her face.

"Dammit Rachel! I'm sorry! I don't even know why I'm apologizing when nothing happened."

"That was a stupid thing to say Santana. If you don't know why you're apologizing then you shouldn't do it." came a yell muffled by the door.

"No Rachel, I have to. Because if I don't then I'll just prove Finn right." Even though it sounded good in her head it must've came across completely different to Rachel.

"So that's what this is? You trying to prove Finn wrong?! Did you bet on our relationship too?" Rachel scoffed at the same time Santana rolled her eyes.

"No, what I'm trying to say is I want to show everyone, especially Finn, that I'm not some a cold-hearted bitch, I'm capable of caring about someone other than myself. I really care about and I just want the chance to be able to show you." On the other side of the door, Rachel was now crying for a totally different reason.

"Rachel? Are you okay? I was pretty sure these conversations are supposed to end up with you in my arms." She heard Rachel chuckle as she slowly emerged from behind the door.

"Don't sound too sure of yourself, Lopez. We need to talk." They smiled at each other because they truly were a dysfunctional pairing.

"So what did happen?" Rachel questioned. When Santana said nothing and looked almost ashamed, Rachel raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Santana Marie Lopez! You told me nothing happened so the least you could do is give me an explanation!"

"..."

"What? I can't hear you Santana. Speak up."

"Okay but don't say anything until I'm done explaining." Rachel nodded.

"I was getting you some water for that hangover you're going to have when Mandee came in trying to talk to me. I regret not pushing her away when she stepped in closer but she started kissing my ear and my neck and I kind of got caught up." Santana scratched the back of her neck which was a tell-tale sign that she was nervous or embarrassed. She continued after she caught her breath.

"She started kissing on me and I tried to gain control of the situation, but I ended up squeezing the water bottle and getting water everywhere. Our shirts got soaked and Mandee took off hers and tried to take off mine saying that we shouldn't stay in wet clothes. That's when you walked in." Santana exhaled deeply while Rachel stood there emotionless.

"And after?" The Jewish diva asked.

"I knew you were hurt and I just lost it and attacked her. Quinn actually ended up stopping me from choking her to death." Rachel gave a single head nod and Santana moved behind her.

"Rachel, you know I'd never intentionally cheat on you right? It's just my mind has to keep reminding my lady bits that I have a special person now." Santana wrapped her arms around Rachel's midsection from behind.

"Speaking of which, I think we actually need to have a serious discussion about us." Santana had a right to be nervous, but she was beyond ready for this.

"Do you want to be exclusive with me, Santana? I mean just because you sang a song it doesn't really make everything clear."

"Well the song was called one and only so I would think that my intentions were clear, but yes I do want to be exclusive with you. I'm sorry of I made you feel like I didn't want to be."

"Okay and while I did feel a little disrespected by today's events I do recognize that this is quite new for the both of us. I just really would not like a repeat of the whole Finchel thing. One does not leave a relationship to go through the same things with another."

"You're right. I'm not a bachelorette so I shouldn't be acting like one. Sorry, Tiny. Forgive me?"

"I really want this to work and so yes I forgive you." Santana expelled a breathe she had been holding for a while and smiled genuinely.

"I guess chick flicks aren't so unrealistic after all."

"Can we head out now, goof? I imagine you're not in much of a partying mood anymore." Rachel asked grabbing Santana's hand.

"Of course baby." When they reached the Living Room/Kitchen area again, everyone clapped for the pair holding hands.

Santana gave Brittany a 'what the fuck' look and Brittany leaned into her ear to whisper.

"Quinn slapped Mandee, called her whore, and literally threw her out on her ass, while Puck did damage control and told everyone how she didn't understand that no means no." Santana nodded and smiled to herself. She had the best friends.

"I don't get it though Sanny, even I know what no means. She must be really dumb." Santana laughed and watched as Brittany bounced over to an aggravated Puck and scheming looking Quinn and unceremoniously plopped down on the blonde's lap.

"They're cute together." Rachel chimed in as they walked through Puck's front door.

"Yeah, they are." Santana realized opening her car door for Rachel.

The ride back was spent in a comfortable silence. However, Rachel's mind was still fuming from the fact that another girl had their lips on her girlfriend, who actually enjoyed it. That's why Santana was surprised when she walked into her house only to be pushed up against her front door. Rachel began peppering Santana's face, neck, and chest with little kisses and bite marks.

"Rach, oh god! Not that I don't like your way of making up, but what are you doing?" She was ignored and pulled up the stairs by a very sexy looking Rachel. Good thing her parents weren't home.

They got to Santana's room and Rachel pushed her onto the full size mattress. She then straddled her lower abdomen and began giving Santana bruising kisses.

When Santana involuntarily bucked her hips, Rachel ground her center down onto Santana's making the taller girl gasp. Rachel smirked, she could feel Santana's heat through her jeans.

"Your so fucking warm Santana." Rachel whispered in her ear while unzipping the tight jeans. "I can feel you through your pants. Can that slut ever make you feel like this?" she nibbled on Santana's ear and then kissed that spot that made her knees go weak.

"God no, Tiny! Only you, it's all for you." Santana couldn't believe what was coming out their mouths. Dominant Rachel did things to her that she couldn't wrap her head around.

"That's right." Rachel growled biting down on Santana's chest leaving a decent sized mark. That should be a bitch to cover up she mused. That little annoying ass voice in the back of Rachel's head was telling her to stop, that this wasn't how she usually went about things. Rachel couldn't stop though, at least not yet. She had a point to prove.

Rachel removed Santana's shirt and started to run her hands down the Cheerio's sides. A few beads of sweat covered them both and made it easier for Rachel to slip out of her shirt, leaving them both in their jeans and bras.

Santana knew where this was going but couldn't bring herself to stop it. That was until Rachel's hand made its way into her jeans. Santana panicked and grabbed her wrist.

"What are you doing Santana, let go of my hand." When Santana finally looked up, Rachel had tears in her eyes. This was obviously getting to her too.

It hurt her to know that she'd made Rachel upset enough to feel like she had to do this just for validation.

"No Rachel, we're not ready and you clearly don't want this." Rachel tried to jerk her hand away to no avail.

"You seemed to want it when Mandee was doing it. Just let me go." Everything seemed to finally click for Santana when her tiny princess collapsed on top of her in tears.

"I just wanted you to know that I like you and I want to be and should be the only one who makes you feel this way. Finn seemed to believe that what one woman won't do another will."

"That's not true and you know it Rach. I'm not Finn so I would never leave you just because you wouldn't put out. We weren't fucking when I starting crushing on you so. Yes it's been a while since I've been... active, but it's worth it because I like you a lot." Rachel turned away.

"It's hard to believe you when a couple of kissed from another girl had you all hot and bothered." Santana sighed.

"I can't control how my body reacts to certain things and it's not fair for you to berate me for it. I told you I was sorry Rachel and I meant it. If you don't believe me then I don't know what to tell you. All I can say is that it won't happen again." The pair got ready for bed in silence and Rachel sort of wished she hadn't made plans to stay at Santana's house after the party.

A.N.: Okay, I just had to make it clear that Brittana happened way earlier than it did on the show. Probably around Freshman summer or Sophomore school year. So yeah, but they never really had a stable functioning relationship because of the whole rape incident. That was eating me up so I had to make it clear. Anyway, that was lucky number 7 so reviews please?