Disclaimer: Thank you, Ryan Murphy, for creating a crazy awesome show like Glee, which I sadly do not own nor profit from.

Author's note: Okay, folks, here it is! Chapter 10! I had a lot of fun writing this, and I hope that it's what you've all been waiting for. It is really hot here, so it was nice to go to an air conditioned coffee shop and write this to forget about the outside world. Finally, I am going to try simply putting a couple of spaces in between if there are scene or time changes, so we'll see if that works (since my +++++ didn't show up). On with the show!

Chapter 10: "Just Because"

At the beginning of the next week, Santana was once again walking through the halls of McKinley when something was shoved into her face. It took her a second to understand what she was reading, but once she did she was truly horrified. Glancing up, she realized that it was totally true: it was the week of Valentine's Day, and she had completely forgotten! Fuck! I really should have called in sick this week.

This was just the beginning of a truly shitty-ass day. Santana spent most of it dodging Brittany (not because she didn't want to see her friend, but because Brittany thought Valentine's Day meant you had to hug everyone in sight. Repeatedly. Santana's ribs still felt bruised from last Valentine's Day). Thankfully, she didn't have to see many Glee members until the afternoon, but she still couldn't help noticing that Finn seemed to be following Rachel around a lot more than normal. Ugh.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that Santana was exhausted by the time she reached Glee: she'd been really good, but if one more idiot tried to throw red heart confetti in her face, she's pop a cap in their ass. All of this stress – combined with the passing thought that when they were still together Santana had made a mental note to make this day really special for Rachel – meant that when she walked into the choir room and saw Finn invading Rachel's personal space, she was about ready to snap.

"Hey, Rach."

"Oh, hi, Finn."

"I was just thinking…"

HA! That's a first, Santana thought.

"Sugar mentioned that she is throwing that Valentine's Day Party this weekend…"

Rachel was beginning to look uncomfortable. "Yes?"

"We should totally go together."

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why should we go together, Finn? We're friends, and I'm not sure we want to confuse that at all."

"Well, yeah, but we would get back together."

Santana's eyes narrowed instantly, and Rachel's voice rose attracting the other Glee members who were filing in and sitting down.

"I'm sorry, what? Why would we get back together, Finn?"

"Rachel, we're both not dating anyone, and I've decided that you're who I want, so—"

"Oh, you decided, did you? Do I have any say in this?" Rachel was getting angrier and angrier, and Finn seemed to be the only one not to notice. Everyone else was shrinking down in their seats trying not to get hit by the fallout. Rachel was about to go supernova.

Finn looked confused, "Yeah, I know that we had our issues, but I know that you've always been in love with me. So why wouldn't we get back together?"

Before Rachel could explode, her attention and everyone else's was diverted by one very pissed off Latina and the mohawked boy who was trying to hold her back.

"Decidio? Decided? You didn't decide shit, puta!"

"Santana, calm down."

"Calm down? Calm down? Did you not hear what that fuck-face said to her?"

"Santana, I can fight my own battles—"

"You shouldn't have to fight this battle! You're worth fighting for, and this fucking "mailman" mantra-ing, pre-ejaculating piece of shit can't see that you're worth more than what he can't even dream of having with you!"

"Screw you, Santana. You don't know anything. Rachel and I are meant to be."

"Meant to be? No, Finn, you're not meant to be. She's on her way to Broadway. She's gonna light that place up like a fucking fireworks show on the Fourth of July, and all you want to do is convince her that being the wife of a former quarterback living in Lima, Ohio, is what she should really want."

"How do you know what she really wants, Santana?" Finn glared at the girl, and everyone seemed to be frozen watching the scene unfold, even Rachel.

"I know because she told me! Day after day, on every date and with every song she sang not just for herself but for me, too! I know because Rachel was my girlfriend."

"What? That's ridiculous."

Santana snorted, "What's ridiculous is that I ever let her go."

Santana turned to Rachel, whose jaw dropped.

"I should have fought for you, beautiful. I should have gone after you that day outside my place. Puck and I didn't sleep together. We just got really drunk when I told him that I love you and then he suggested skinny dipping—"

"You what?"

Santana looked confused.

Rachel repeated herself, "What did you just say? Before the skinny dipping part."

Santana smiled when she realized what she had finally said out loud.

"I love you. Puck came over to my house after Brittany told me she was single because I realized that it didn't matter. I am totally and completely in love with you. Stupidly so. That time you saw me in the auditorium with Brittany? She was telling me that you and I are meant for each other. I couldn't agree more."

Rachel was crying and gasped out, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Santana was crying now, too, "Because I was terrified – terrified of opening my heart like that. I was terrified of getting in even deeper and then losing you."

"Say it again. Please."

"I love you. I'll say it as many times as you need me to. I'll shout it at the top of my lungs. I'll tell the entire school—"

Santana was cut off by Rachel's lips, as the smaller girl threw herself into the taller one's arms. In between kisses she said, "I…don't…care…about…anyone…else. I love you too, baby, more than I can ever say."

Rachel and Santana get so lost in one another that they fail to notice that they were most definitely the center of attention in the choir room. Kurt and Blaine were holding hands and smiling, while Kurt whispered, "I knew it!" Puck appeared to be trying not to get turned on. Quinn looked a little shocked but pleased with the course of events. Brittany couldn't stop clapping and jumping up and down, and everyone else seemed pretty shocked but overall accepting. Finn…Finn's reaction became obvious pretty quickly. He grabbed Santana by the shoulders, turned her around, and punched her in the face.

"Finn! Go to the principal's office right now!"

Mr. Schue was absolutely livid. He's always had a soft spot for Finn, but punching anyone, especially a girl, was not something that could be overlooked. No one could believe that Finn had done that, but Santana was on the floor with a split, bleeding lip and Rachel was crouched down next to her. Kurt and Blaine rushed over and handed Puck, who was closer, some paper towels to hopefully stop the bleeding.

"Mr. Schue! That slut turned Rachel into a dyke!"

"Finn, I can't believe you would use a word like that!" Kurt was the one who spoke up. "I thought we covered this after you called me a fag."

"I…Rachel and I were supposed to end up together! Besides, Santana slapped me before."

Rachel spoke almost too softly for anyone but those closest to her to hear, "Finn, I will excuse this incident only because I know you're upset. However, if you do not stop fucking talking right this minute, you will be the one with a split lip, and you'll have a black eye to go with it. We aren't together, and we haven't been for a long time. I love Santana, and she loves me. Accept it and move on. It is never okay for anyone to use violence, and Santana has been working to control her desire to punch people when she's upset. I would recommend that you do the same before you get suspended from school."

Finn had nothing to say to that, and Mr. Schue spoke up once more, "Finn, Rachel seems to think you don't need to have this officially reported. However, I am going to give you detention with Coach Sylvester for a month. I'm also going to suggest that Coach Beiste bench you for at least two games."

When Finn looked like he was going to protest, Santana spoke up from the floor, "Suck it up, Finnept. I had to answer to Coach Sylvester for two months when I slapped you since I'm one of her Cheerios and I got caught in the act. You're getting off easy."

Everything calmed down after that. Finn was sent home for the day while Rachel and Santana sat next to one another holding hands. Neither one of them could stop smiling. Santana didn't even care that her cut lip hurt; she was too happy to give a flying fuck.

The rest of the week was spent in romantic bliss for Santana and Rachel. They spent almost every second of the day together, except for the nights when they had to go home. Even then, when Santana woke up she would call Rachel just to make sure that none of it was a dream. If it had been any other couple, Santana would have been disgusted by the behavior. But she had waited all her life to feel like this so all the haters could go take a short walk off a long cliff.

Before either of them knew it, it was just before Sugar's Valentine's Day party, and Santana was walking up to Rachel's door to pick up her girlfriend for their date. She rang the doorbell, and when Rachel opened the door all the Latina could do was stare. Rachel was in a similar predicament.

Rachel was wearing a short black dress with spaghetti straps. Short like wow-those-skirts-you-wear-at-school-are-really-kind-of-long short. Damn. She had finished the outfit off with her hair up in high bun and a pair of cute strappy heels. Jesus! How can she be so short but have such long, amazing legs?

Rachel was equally breathless because Santana looked – to quote her – "Damn fine!" Santana was wearing a strapless red dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, her hair fell in soft waves around her face and shoulders, and she had on a pair of black short heeled boots. If she didn't think it would be rude, Rachel would have grabbed her girlfriend and pulled her forcefully into her house – locking the door and locking out the rest of the world.

"You look…fuck, Rach. I would totally take you right now if I didn't think I would get slapped for making us late." Santana was joking (mostly), but her breath got caught in her throat when Rachel pulled her down by the back of her neck for a deep kiss. When she finally let her go, Rachel moved her lips to Santana's ear and whispered, "If you're really good tonight, I might just let you have me. My fathers are gone for the weekend."

For the first time in her life, Santana almost fainted. She groaned and was instantly wetter than she'd ever been. Well, fuck. Those panties are ruined.

With that, Rachel smirked and sashayed her way to Santana's car, with the other girl following behind her in a haze of sexual desire and longing.

By the time dinner was over, both girls were so horny and on edge that they were about ready to fuck each other in the parking lot. When they were still dating a couple of months ago, things were getting pretty hot and heavy. The time apart had not lessened their desire for one another: it had, in fact, only built up their frustration. Now that they were back together, all they could both think about was touching each other, getting lost in tongues and teeth and sweat. This night? This moment? This is what they were waiting for.

Santana had never driven her car so fast. When Rachel kissed Santana's neck and put her hand on her thigh, she started slowly sliding it up Santana's leg creeping ever closer to the heat between her legs. Santana was just glad that they were lucky enough to avoid cops and that she was still able to hold onto the steering wheel and not veer off the road. It was nothing short of a fucking miracle.

"Baby, if you don't stop that—Dios mio!—I'm…I'm gonna crash into a tree, and we aren't even going to make it to your house. I really don't want to try to explain to your dads why we totaled my car and ended up in the hospital."

Rachel chuckled and, after giving one more kiss to Santana's neck, she slowly pulled back her hand making sure to drag her short nails along the inside of Santana's thigh.

Santana exhaled sharply and said, "You're gonna be the death of me, babygirl."

Rachel nodded, "Mmmm, but what a way to go."

They made it back to Rachel's in record time, and Santana shut off the engine and pulled Rachel from the car so fast she almost gave the other girl whiplash.

"Slow down, Tana. We have all night. In fact, we have all weekend."

"I know. I've just been waiting for this for a long time. Waiting for you."

"I know. Me too, love. Me too."

Rachel unlocked the door and the moment it closed behind them Santana had her up against it.

Santana captured Rachel's lips in a fierce kiss that had both girls completely breathless. When she came up for air, Santana started to kiss down Rachel's neck. Once her lips latched onto Rachel's pulse point, the shorter girl moaned very loudly, and all Santana could do was smirk and suck harder. Rachel was definitely going to have a hickey for the next couple of days. She's gonna kill me, but damn I really enjoy marking her like that.

As Santana ran her tongue along Rachel's neck, the Diva ran her hands, which were in Santana's hair, down her back, and it was Santana's turn to moan as Rachel dug her nails into her back. Santana reached back and grabbed Rachel's hands pulling them together so they were in one of her hands and held them against the door. "Uh-uh, I'm having too much fun with your neck. No distracting me."

Rachel smirked, "But Tana, what if I want to have fun, too?"

"Well, you'll just have to wait, chica sucia."

Rachel laughed and tried to free her hands, but all that achieved was both of their dresses riding up their thighs as they struggled with one another. When Rachel stopped fighting her, Santana was sure that she had won. That is until Rachel raised her right leg up straight into Santana's spread legs. Santana moaned and dropped the other girl's hands instantly as she grabbed onto Rachel's hips and tried to control herself.

"You did say I was the 'dirty girl.' I just thought I should follow that up with something. What'd you think, too much?" Santana could hear Rachel's laughter in her voice.

"Rach, if you do that again, I'm not gonna make it upstairs to your bedroom. I'm not gonna make it past this door."

"What, this?" With that, Rachel attempted to lift her leg once more. However, Santana had enough warning, and before Rachel knew what was happening, she was lifted off her feet and Santana was carrying her over her shoulder.

"Santana! Put me down this instant!"

"Ooh, you're so terrifying with your short little legs kicking out like that."

"Santana, if you do not put me down this instant, you are sleeping on the couch!"

The next instant, Rachel was standing on her own two feet, and Santana was looking only slightly contrite.

"I did tell you what would happen if you tried that again, Rach."

Rachel stepped closer and looked up at Santana through her eyelashes, "What makes you think I didn't want that to happen?"

When Santana looked confused and a little aroused, Rachel leaned even closer and whispered, "I would love nothing more than to see you come undone because of me, Tana. So…Santana, don't you think it's about time we go upstairs and finally make love to one another like we've been dying to since the minute we first kissed?"

Santana swallowed deeply and followed as Rachel led her by the hand upstairs. Once they made it inside Rachel's bedroom, the little Diva seemed to finally realize the magnitude of what they were planning on doing and started to fiddle with things around the room to try to hold off her nerves. Santana thought it was adorable, but she also knew that she had to take over from here.

"Rachel, can you look at me, please?" Rachel looked Santana directly in the eyes.

"Are you sure you are ready for this?"

The simple fact that Santana had thought to check in one more time seemed to give Rachel the confidence she needed. She nodded assuredly and reached for Santana's hand.

Santana took Rachel's fingers and kissed the tip of each one. When she got to her pointer finger, Santana put the entire finger into her mouth running her tongue all around it. Rachel moaned and closed her eyes in pleasure. Santana pulled the finger from her mouth and pulled Rachel closer to her as she sat on the bed.

"Horcajadasmí."

Rachel nodded and did exactly that: she straddled Santana's legs. Santana brought her hands up and slowly began to take out the pins that were holding up Rachel's hair. Once they were all gone, Rachel's hair fell around them cocooning them in a private world of their own making. They kissed passionately. As Rachel ran her tongue along Santana's lips, the other girl slid her hands along Rachel's thighs. When she straddled her, Rachel's dress had slid even higher, so Santana was treated to the glorious skin of almost all of Rachel's legs.

"Fuck, you have amazing legs, Rach."

Rachel moaned at the sensation of Santana's hands tracing patterns higher and higher on her thighs. "Mmmm, I love when you touch me like that. Your hands feel fantastic, baby."

Encouraged by Rachel's words, Santana slid her hands even further, and was greeted by the hottest thing ever: Rachel was wearing a thong. A lacy, delicate thong that was just begging to be ripped off. She dug her fingers deeply into Rachel's ass and Rachel moaned louder, grabbed Santana's head, and pulled her lips back to kiss her once more. She pulled back and said, "Santana, there's foreplay and then there's teasing. We're crossing that line right now."

Santana chuckled, "I just want to make sure you're nice and ready for me, baby."

Arching her brow, Rachel grabbed one of Santana's hands off her ass and moved it around between her legs. Santana moaned at the sudden movement, and Rachel groaned at the feel of Santana's hand on her.

"Fuck, babe, you're dripping."

"I am definitely ready for you, Tana."

That was all Santana needed to hear. She wanted to make this special for Rachel, but it was a little hard to go slow when the girl in question was making her feel how incredibly wet and willing she was. Santana flipped them over so Rachel was lying down on the bed with Santana between her legs. She had Rachel sit up and slipped off her black dress, at which point she also took her own red dress off as well. Their underwear was the next to go; with neither one really paying attention to the silk nor lace that each of them was wearing. All they really wanted in that moment was one another. Santana propped herself over her shorter girlfriend and looked deep into Rachel's eyes. She watched the Diva's face as she slipped her hand downward and traced her fingers towards her pussy. Rachel tried to keep her eyes open, but as Santana's fingers rubbed over her clit, she couldn't help but arch into the other girl and moan deeply. However, she opened them once more when Santana stopped the movement of her hand right at her entrance.

"I want you to look at me when I take your virginity. I want you to know that you're loved and that the look in your eyes right now is the fucking hottest thing I have ever seen." It was such a Santana thing to say – the perfect combination of sweet and dirty. Nevertheless, Rachel was too distracted (which was the plan all along) to realize that Santana had thrust into her, breaking her barrier in one swift move. Rachel gasped and Santana held completely still. "Shhh, you're okay, hermosa. I won't move until you tell me you're ready."

Rachel had never felt more in love than in that moment. Yes, she was in pain, but Santana was right there with her – kissing her forehead, her eyelids, and her lips with the gentlest of touches. After a minute she nodded her head and Santana started to move her hand. It was like nothing Rachel had ever felt, and all she could do was grip onto Santana's shoulders and try not to be swept away by the sensations. After a while, even that became impossible.

"Oh, God, Tana. So good."

"You like that, baby?"

"So much. Please."

"Please what?" Santana smirked. Even in bed she couldn't stop being at least a little bit of a bitch.

"Please, I need more."

"More of this?" With that, Santana added a third finger, and Rachel had to grab onto the pillow under her head for support.

"Fuck! Harder."

That definitely made Santana smile, and she decided to give Rachel exactly what she asked for. She gripped behind Rachel's back and told her to wrap her legs around her waist. Rachel looked a little confused, but she did as Santana said and Santana sat up taking Rachel with her. This changed the angle of her fingers within Rachel and caused the other girl to shout, "Santana!"

"Mmmm, that's it, baby."

Rachel gripped onto Santana's shoulders once more and they moved together with Santana thrusting into Rachel fast and hard, hitting her g-spot every time. Her body started to tremble, and Santana could feel Rachel's internal walls begin to clamp down on her fingers.

"Come on, hermosa, that's right. Come for me. Fucking come for me, Rachel."

With those words and a swipe of her thumb across Rachel's clit, Rachel looked deep into Santana's eyes and came.

"Fuck, Santana!"

It was the strongest orgasm Rachel had ever had, and it was the sexiest thing Santana had ever seen. In fact, her reaction was so strong that Santana was surprised that she didn't come as well simply from watching Rachel.

As Rachel came down from her climax, Santana held her up and slowly lowered her down to lay flat on the bed. When Rachel finally opened her eyes, she couldn't seem to stop smiling, and neither could Santana.

"That…I don't have words for how amazing that was, Tana."

"Those are pretty good words."

"Well, still. I think you need a little something more to understand how much I loved that." That was all the warning Santana had before Rachel flipped her over and started to kiss down her neck.

Santana laughed, "Aren't you tired? This is not a very good sign if you recovered this quickly from this supposedly 'amazing' orgasm."

"Or it bodes really well since it means that I apparently have great recovery time. Just think: endless energy for hours of fun in the bedroom."

"Or the living room, or the kitchen, or the janitor's closet—"

Santana was cut off by her own moan as Rachel did something that she was sure would take her a while to work up to: she ran her tongue along Santana's clit.

"Jesus, Rach, warn a girl."

"Where would the fun be in that?" Rachel smirked and went back to exploring this new part of Santana's body.

"Mmm, you taste amazing, Tana. I could lick you for hours."

"Oh, babe, you won't need hours. I'm so close already from making you come. I'm about ready to pop."
With that in mind, Rachel switched up the speed of her tongue. She added a little more pressure and speed, and she moved her tongue from the left to right quickly until Santana was gripping the back of her neck and moaning almost constantly.

"Fuck, por favor, hermosa. I…I just need a little more. I…I need…tan cerca."

Santana was about to tell Rachel once more that she just needed a little more of something when she gasped and arched her back off the bed.

"Dios mío! Fuck yes! Just like that, Rachel."

Rachel had slid her hand up and thrust two fingers deep into Santana. She moved her fingers in and out of her girlfriend until she found her g-spot. (Rachel may have done some research on the subject of lesbian sex in preparation for this night. God bless Google.) She went back to swiping her tongue back and forth and rubbed just hard enough inside Santana tandem with her tongue outside that the other girl came undone almost instantly.

"Rachel!"

Rachel pulled back and slid back up the bed. When Santana was aware enough, she shook her head and said, "I should have known you would fucking excel at sex along with everything else you put your mind to."

Rachel chuckled, "Or tongue to as ever the case may be."

Santana just laughed out loud at the silliness of the statement, at the perfectness of this moment, at all of it, and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend.

"I fucking love you, Rachel Barbra Berry. I don't know why sometimes, but I really do."

"Well, I fucking love you too, Santana Marie Lopez. Do you want to know why?"

"Why?"

"Just because."

Additional note: Finally! It took me some time to write this, but only because I wanted to make sure it was as awesome a scene as I envisioned it in my mind. I hope you all thought the wait was worth it and that it was as satisfying for you as it was for me. Please review!