Fill for the glee kink meme: Santana/Rachel breastfeeding(Anonymous)2012-03-27 09:24 am (UTC)Santana meets Rachel again after she had been a surrogate mother (like Shelby), so she has the milk but no baby. Rachel wants to help. No infantilism or mommy!kink
Title: She's a Giver…
Author: Ladyfun9
Characters: Santana & Rachel (ship Pezberry!)
Rating: M, NC-17 (you've been warned)
Kinks: !Lactation sans infants, diapers, or mommy…just good old-fashioned erotic lactation, jealousy, backstabbing, angst, cheerleaders and Pezberry. Its All Good.
Perfunctory Disclaimer: I don't own glee, not one damn bit of it.
XOXO
Thanks for the reviews, sincerely—sorry for the delay. Sometimes life is a bitch. A real biyach. Then you marry one. Then divorce. You get the drift…
XOXO
Chapter 8. Apres.
Every ounce of free air in Santana's tidal capacity deflated…she burrowed her head against the wall, softly. She felt the slow burn of tears that shewasfightinglikehell to resist, tinge the corner of her eyes.
Why Quinn? Why must it always be Quinn? She grimaced.
She didn't want to continue to eavesdrop, but the voices were becoming heated. It because impossible to tune it out discreetly.
"Really? What did you expect me to do, Rachel? It was my only chance-"
"Damn you Quinn. She was my mother!" Rachel cut her off, bitterly.
"…is."
Rachel huffed. "Yes. Is. Is. Fine. Do not correct me on semantics."
"Actually, tense."
"God damn it, you patronizing ..pond scum!"
'Pond Scum'? WTF Berry, you should have picked up something by osmosis from me at least and stop watching your afterschool specials. Thought Santana.
"Oooh. Ouchie. Can't you do better than that? No. No you can't. That's why you let things happen to you, because you let people walk all over you and you don't say shit about it, Berry. That's why YOUR mother walked all over you, and you let my chance to be a mother to Beth evaporate….because of you, and your weakness…
Enough with the bullshit, that's it. No one talks to the hobbit like that 'cept me. Thought Santana.
She kicked in the bathroom door. Literally. Like all Pam Greer Superfly-like. Rachel screamed. Quinn looked like her botox actually wore off for a second.
"Okay, stop with the Bitch-a-cating, Quinn.! What to the serious fuck do you think you're putting on Rachel, here? I know you, Fabry, and I'm pretty sure this involves your selfish ass and how you didn't get yours."
"I'm sorry Santana, this doesn't involve plastic surgery or whoring your body out or even a misdemeanor – so move along." Quinn sneered.
"QUINN! That's really rude…" Rachel's voice trailed off, flabbergasted by Quinn's behavior, and stinging for Santana. Rachel needn't have worried.
Santana leaned into her face. "Enough with the White-Atude, Virgin Mary," snapped Santana, "cause no matter how far that stick grows back up your ass, your hymen doesn't grow back. Last I checked, you were spreading it for a $1.50 wine cooler. I at least got paid, Cash-Money..."
She leveled a glare at Quinn.
"…which I will be using to pay my first year at Harvard or Columbia. How much those loans gonna cost you at that community college of yours in New Haven, Quinn?"
Quinn fixed an equally steely glare back at Santana.
Then, her jaw twitched. Santana with her hawk-eye, notice it immediately. She flinched. In front of her Latin advisory, she made a fatal mistake. Quinn expressed…
Weakness.
Weakness!
A sagacious twitch to the corner of Santana's lips, and the fire in her eyes were the only hints of the imminent maiming that Rachel was certain would befall Quinn.
"Oh, that's right. Your rich daddy, he's gonna pay." Santana's voice was silky smooth, like Carmel. "..That is, if he's not in white boy prison for his insider trading, right? And you'll get lots of help from your alcoholic mommy, if she could just remember where she stashed away your college fund…"
"Santana, that's enough." Rachel said, quietly.
"'Santana, that's enough'... Well make your fucking mind up, Berry. First Quinn's the biyach. Then when someone finally stands up to Ms. God Squad, you fucking crumble to lick her ass."
Tears were forming in Rachel's eyes now.
"Is that what you did with her, lick her ass? Perhaps I should leave it to you, then."
Quinn spoke up, her voice firm, and in control. "You've got it wrong, Santana. Rachel cares for you, God only knows why. There was nothing between Rachel and I…only…"
"..friendship." Rachel finished.
Santana snorted. "Really. That's what they're calling it these days? "Fuck buddy" was all checked out at the library?"
"Well, in between ass-licking, that is."Deadpanned Rachel.
Quinn snorted.
Santana cocked her head.
"Yes, Santana, that was a joke."
"Well," Santana continued gruffly. "Warn me next time when a Berry joke is coming." Without missing a beat, she turned her entire body to face Quinn head on, and recalibrate her focus. "Sooo….What's with your interest in treasure trail these days, Q-Ball?"
They both ignored Rachel's huffing.
"She did something for me."
"Obvs."
"No, I mean, a favor."
"Uh-huh."
"Look, Santana, you're not going to get it out of either one of us. Rachel is…she's …she's the best person I know. She made a deal with the devil for me, so that I would get the chance to feel like the mother I'll never be…"
Santana furrowed her brow. "Mordant." She said.
Now Quinn looked like she was going to cry. Fuck, thought Santana, all three of us much be cycling on the same period these days.
"Shelby." Rachel said flatly.
"What?" Santana said blankly.
"The phantom person you've been trying to uncover like a psychotic Nancy Drew? Your person isn't here…they really are a phantom. Ask Quinn. She can disappear when you least expect it…"
Santana looked back and forth between the two, perplexed. "Who, Quinn? What?"
"Not me, Rice-a-Roni."
"nice," I commented.
"Well?"
"Continue. Phantom. Vanishing. Shelby. Rachel licking your ass." Santana gestured as though to continue.
"I never technically licked Quinn's ass." Protested Rachel.
"What did you lick, her breasts?"
There was an uncomfortable pause.
"Not hers, technically, no."
"Whose then?"
"The phantom." Rachel said, .grimly
