Santana sucked in her breath as Rachel's breath heated her neck, and she shivered despite its warmth, her eyes briefly closing. As Rachel leaned into her, her nails gently scraping the skin of Santana's neck, Santana released a soft moan, involuntary but definitely audible. Her neck and head were among her most sensitive spots, and having her hair played with was definitely one of her weaknesses. If Rachel ever found that out-

And then Rachel's lips were on her neck, working their way up towards her ear, and Santana felt her knees weaken slightly. It was as if the girl had read her mind. She swallowed again, her skin heating all over as she pressed her palm flat against Rachel's spine, pulling her closer against her as she arched her neck to give her greater access. Shifting herself slightly so Rachel's leg was lightly trapped in between hers, Santana closed her eyes, her hand shifting across Rachel's waist and lightly stroking her stomach.

Rachel whimpered audibly as Santana's thighs surrounded her leg, also effectively putting one of Santana's legs between hers. She actually forgot how to breathe for a moment, only managing to get a hold of herself and continue kissing a few seconds after.

Her stomach muscles tensed, and with every touch Rachel was sure her knees would give out on her. But at least Santana seemed to be experiencing similar sensations, right?

The playing field wasn't completely uneven yet.

Still, they were still in a janitors closet, of all places. And it wasn't the most comfortable… Pausing in her actions, swallowing thickly and shivering again, she managed to speak, "We- we should leave." Her voice was thick, and she didn't even recognize it. It was insane how badly the Latina could effect her just by being so close to her. "I- I mean. I don't want to- to do this in a closet. And the sch-school will close soon."

It was true that there was a broom jamming uncomfortably into her back and every time she moved Santana knocked a knee or elbow into a wall, but that had hardly distracted her, given how she was currently occupied. She hadn't exactly been paying attention to minor pains given the major pleasures she had going.

When Rachel pulled back, a slight noise of protest escaped her automatically, and she reached for Rachel's face to pull it back. As Rachel stammered her explanation, Santana reluctantly nodded, giving her a last, lingering kiss before extracting herself with difficulty. She exits first, looking around many, many times before opening the door and hissing for Rachel to leave too. This ritual has to repeat again at the doorway of the locker room, because although maybe she might be slightly okay with walking by Rachel, exiting the locker room was just not going to fly.

She self-consciously fixed her hair and rubbed at her lipstick, wondering if it's badly smeared as she began to walk, aware that her heart is still racing, her cheeks flushed. How could just a little KISSING do this to her, worse than full out sex?

Rachel had to keep herself from swooning at the lingering kiss that Santana gave her just before exiting the closet. Although not feeling nearly as cautious due to the school being pretty much empty, she follows along with Santana's tactics and before long they're at the Latina's car. Rachel hasn't had time to get her license yet, so she's still taking the bus or her dad's drop her off or pick her up when she calls, and sometime Kurt will offer a ride as well.

This time, though, obviously she's going to be riding with Santana.

"Um. My Dad will be home soon. Your house?" she asks. Because, they are going to continue this, right? They only just started, and honestly if Santana leaves her alone now she might just scream.

Well, probably not. But she'll definitely be frustrated.

It had definitely been Santana's plan to take Rachel back to her own house. She had already steered the car towards that direction, but when Rachel speaks up, her hands stiffen on the wheel. She shakes her head quickly, her back tense at the very thought as she shoots this down.

"No, no way. My abuela has ears like a bat and she's ALWAYS around, she'll hear us come in and go up and have ten thousand questions, she won't leave us alone for a second. Do you have any idea how she'd react if she saw us?"

Just the thought is beginning to agitate her to the point that she no longer is even all that eager to start the aborted makeout session up again. Shaking her head again, she repeats herself, "No. Never. You can't ever come home with me."

Rachel frowned, settling back into the seat as her mind worked on over time to figure out how to make this work. She definitely wanted to continue what they had started, preferably on a bed. She was already in too deep to second guess herself now, so with that, she offered up an alternative.

"If you're willing to meet my dad for all of five minutes, we can go to my house. He'll," she took a breath, "He'll be surprised that I have someone over, but he won't question it while you're there, or want to intrude. We can go to my room an close the door. It's soundproofed, and my fathers never interrupt me without knocking." She was nervous, though did her best not to show it. Would Santana go through with it? Did she want to try this enough to have a conversation with one of Rachel's dad's, no matter how brief it would be?

"And before you say it, they don't know you… I mean, they do. Just not… They know you're a cheerleader and that you're in Glee. But that's all," Rachel spoke, shrugging a little. She had never seen a point in telling her fathers all the details of what happened in school. They'd be angry and heart-broken, and as far as she saw it they went through enough for her.

Meet Rachel's dad? Like…like a DATE or something?

This was weird, way too weird. What if they asked her questions? She didn't want to sit around playing nice with Rachel's dad, Rachel's gay dad, no less. What if he had super gaydar and he knew straight away, no pun intended, that Santana was gay? What if he could tell she and Rachel had been making out, or were about to make out, or…whatever it was they were doing, exactly. God, how would Santana be able to stand it?

And yet…she really didn't want to drop Rachel off and go home. She didn't want to have to sneak past her abuela and act like her still shaky hands and reddened face was because of a boy she had been with and hear a lecture about pregnancy and sin knowing all the while that she had just committed a way bigger sin than her abuela thought. She didn't want to lay on her bed and think about boys to call who would only make her hate herself later or to try not to call Brittany and end up crying over every little thing that reminded her of her all over again. She wanted to be with Rachel, yes, MAKING OUT with Rachel, and if that meant sucking it up and being nice to her dad for a few minutes, maybe that was part of the territory.

"Okay," she said with a deep, very unenthused sight. "But I'm not playing like I'm some geeky girl scout."

Something niggled at her about what Rachel had said, and she cut her eyes towards her just as she pulled into her neighborhood. "Wait…they know that I'm a cheerleader in Glee why, exactly? You've told them about me?"

Rachel held back the wide, excited grin that threatened to over come her features, but couldn't help but bounce in her seat a little. At Santana's question, she managed to keep her smile controlled. "My fathers come to all of my performances, including the Glee ones. They've seen you sing, and asked about you. Logically, I answered."

As they pulled up to Rachel's house, she got out, grabbing her backpack roller and making her way towards the house, unlocking the door and waiting for Santana to come up behind her, then walking inside.

"Dad, I'm home!" she called out. From the kitchen tall man with glasses and gray hair, dressed in a casual suit walked out smiling.

"Hello, sweetie! And- A guest!" he exclaimed, focusing on Santana. He offered his hand as Rachel introduced him.

"Dad, this is Santana Lopez. Santana, this is my dad, Hiram Berry."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, . Will you be staying for dinner? We're having stir fry!"

Santana noticed the bounce and smirked to herself, but didn't comment aloud. She was too busy beginning to work herself up into an anxious mass of insecurity over going to Rachel's house and actually having to say something to her father. It was one thing to pull Rachel into a closet and feel all over the Rachel-approved parts of her, or even to go to Rachel's room when no one else was home. But have to make nice with parents? Even Puck's parents hadn't liked her! What was she supposed to say or do or…act like? Why did she even care? She wasn't dating Rachel, she wasn't even friends with her…exactly. Probably.

She didn't say anything as she pulled into the driveway, already trying to come up with an excuse to change her mind. But Rachel was bounding ahead of her, and even Santana would have felt bad about peeling out of the driveway without an explanation. At least, at this point she would.

She walks very slowly to the inside of the house, inwardly cringing when she hears the exchange between Rachel and her father. As she comes into his view, she sees that he is smiling, offering his hand, and Santana makes an effort to smile back and look at least approximately normal, like she doesn't feel like breaking into a sweat or running straight out the door again, as she replies.

"Hi."

And then there's another hurdle for her to deal with. Dinner. Is she supposed to stay for DINNER now? Eat dinner with Rachel and her DAD? Like a real friend or date or…whatever? Is she supposed to eat dinner with them both looking at her, him maybe commenting on her not taking enough or watching to see if she likes it, Rachel trying so hard not to watch that it's almost worse, and stir fry, the stuff was loaded with oils and grease and god knows what…and she hadn't done her usual full work out today, she couldn't eat that shit and just leave it, no way.

"Uh, I'm not sure, I might need to head back before then," she said as nonchalantly as she could, even as her heart continued to pound. "Rach, where's your room?"

Of course, she knew perfectly well where it was, but Hiram didn't know that.

Rachel nearly cringed when her dad mentioned food, and was relieved when Santana managed to cover it just fine. Hiram smiled, nodding. "Makes sense, makes sense. Well, I'll be down here. You're daddy will be late so we'll be having an evening meal, Rachel. Don't have too much fun, kids" With that he walked back into the kitchen chuckling to himself, probably at his own joke.

"We will, dad," Rachel called to him, before hurriedly grabbing Santana's hand and leading her upstairs to her room. Once they were inside she closed the door, leaning against it heavily, sending an apologetic look towards the Latina.

"Sorry about that. If you do end up leaving for dinner I can make an excuse for you," she offered, though her eyes were already trying not to stare too obviously at Santana's lips.

They were officially alone in her room, with no chance of interruption for at least a couple of hours.

Sue her if she was excited.

It was strange to Santana to see Rachel's father actually interacting with her to the extent that he was, to think of him and her other father sitting down to eat with her. Santana's father, as a doctor, was rarely even home by night time, let alone sitting down to eat dinner or talk with them, and when he was around, he barely spoke to any of them and often ended up fighting with Santana's mother. Normally Santana would think to herself that having parents up your butt all the time would be annoying, but she finds herself feeling sort of strange as she moves with Rachel down the hall to her room. Almost ? What was the point of THAT?

It was much better to have parents who left you alone and occasionally threw money your way. She had her abuela nosing into things if she wanted THAT. There was no reason to get weirded out over something dumb like parents having dinner with you.

She doesn't really react to Rachel holding her hand until she is already dropping it to close the door. Then she glances down at it as if expecting it to take on a life of its own before she crosses her arms, saying to her defensively, "I'm not staying for dinner, you can forget that."

Rachel nods. "I figured as much, yes." Then she bites her lip, moving away from the door, brushing past Santana, barely touching the girl and feeling her skin tingle from where they did touch. She sat down on her bed and shifting back a bit, pushing some loose hair back behind her ear.

"So… Are you going to kiss me, or…" Saying it makes her blush. She knows she'll get used to it eventually, the longer they do this, but for now she still feels a bit shy. "Or are you just going to stand over there and frown for the next two hours?" she asked, almost in a challenging way.

Santana's head snaps up at this question, hearing the slight bite to it and taking it as the challenge Rachel seemed to have intended it as. Eyebrows raised, lips quirking, she shakes off her thoughts and strides towards her, deliberately letting her hips sway as she comes to stand in front of Rachel, spreading her legs to straddle Rachel's knees. Leaning over but still not touching, she stares down at her without speaking for several seconds. Then, with a sudden grin, she shoots out one hand, catching Rachel directly in the chest and shoving her back onto the bed before jumping beside her, giving a huge bounce.

Okay, so she said she wouldn't touch "above the chest" but surely this was an exception.