Loving Rachel Berry
chapter 10
thank you guys for the nice reviews! sorry its up a few days late... anyway this chapter has lots of kisses;) enjoy! and review please.
/quitt's first kiss went a little like this/
"Quinn, can you do my makeup?" Britt asked while sitting on her bed.
"We're not going anywhere. Why do you want your makeup done?" Quinn questionably looked at the girl.
"I want to look pretty for fun."
"You always look pretty, especially without makeup." Quinn told her,that being what she thought.
"Maybe I'm trying to impress somebody." Britt defended herself.
"Who, my sister?" Quinn replied sarcastically.
"Come on Q." Britt batted her lashes and pouted her bottom lip.
"Fine."
Britt sat and watched as Quinn gathered up some makeup to put on her.
"Ok try not to fidget too much."
"I won't." Brittany smiled a victory smile.
She started by putting light concealer on red areas. Then she put a light peach blush on her cheekbones. She then picked a sparkly nude color for eye shadow. She decided not to do eyeliner because its too messy. She put mascara on her.
Britt looked at Quinn in the sweetest way, watching her centimeters from her face, feeling her warm breath against her face. It made Britt want to kiss her.
"What lip color do you want?"
"The one your wearing." She said still daydreaming.
"I'll try to find it." She got up to go try to find her lipstick in the honey color.
"Did u find it?" she asked after Quinn had been looking for a while.
"No, I must have put it in my jacket pocket or my purse or something. "
"Don't look for it. Kiss me." Britt told her, not really a question as much as a command.
"What?" Quinn wondered if she heard that correctly.
"So I can have your lipstick." Brittany is a mastermind.
"No Britt. we can't. That's not. I don't know what Santana taught you, but friends can't kiss." As much as she did like the blonde, she didn't want to become friends with benefits, she actually wanted to date her.
"We can if we want to." Brittany flirty smiled.
"We shouldn't."
"Why?" Britt knew that Quinn wanted to kiss her, so why is she acting like she doesn't.
"Because its just messes with the line."
"What does that even mean?" Brittany giggled at the other girls confusing babbling.
"There's a line between black, what's bad. And white, what's good. When you do bad things and say they don't matter, you blur the line and it becomes grey." Quinn hoped she explained that right.
"But kissing isn't a bad thing."
"I know, it's just misleading." Quinn sighed and turned around to look at her lipsticks again.
"Stop arguing and kiss me!" Britt wined frustrated by Quinn's standoffish mini-argument.
"Really?" Quinn had no idea if she was messing with her still.
"Yes really, I've asked you twice." Brittany was smiling at how nervous Quinn was acting.
"Ok." Quinn knew, more like hoped, Brittany actually felt the same that she did in that moment.
Quinn walked over to the bed and sat down. She'd never kissed a girl before. Is it like kissing a boy? I hope to God it's not like kissing Finn. Ew! Don't think about Finn. Brittany is right there in front of you waiting. You're just sharing lipstick. Ok I'm shaking, that's not good, hope she can't tell.
The other blonde could tell that she was freaking out. She knew she's be waiting for ages if she didn't just start it. So she gently held her hand to Quinn's, getting chills. She leaned in and looked into Quinn's amazing hazel eyes hoping she's comforting the other girls nerves.
She connected with the girl in the softest purest kiss Quinn had ever experienced. Their lips were barely moving, but that's what made it different than boys for Quinn. It's more cautious but still passionate.
They pulled apart slowly with the biggest smiles on their faces.
"Thanks for the lipstick babe." Brittany flirted. Making Quinn giggle.
"Anytime."she replied still in a daze.
//pezberry!/
"Hi babe." Santana greeted Rachel.
"Hey." She smiled and gave her a quick peck on the lips. No one was around so they could be as affectionate as they want.
"You look so pretty today." Santana complimented.
"So I look mediocre every other day?" Rachel replied sarcastically.
"No, your beautiful all day everyday. I just thought I would tell you."
"In that case, thank you." she smiled.
"You want to come over my house later?" Santana asked.
"I have to plan our next date. I also have a bunch of homework." Rachel tried to find excuses.
"It'll be like a mini-date. And I can help you with your homework. Plus we can make out." The Latina begged.
"Fine. Not because I want to, I'm just doing it to make you happy."
"Don't worry, I'll be sure you'll enjoy it." Santana winked and walked away.
/ Santana's casa/
"Did you wear that just to tease me?" Santana commented on the polo shirt and skirt that Rachel was wearing.
"No, I had tennis practice after school."
"That's so gay." Santana smirked.
"No it isn't!"
"Yes it is baby." Santana laughed at her girlfriend's stubbornness.
"No, there are lots of people who aren't gay who play."
"Name one." she challenged her raising her brow.
"Qui- oh...wait...um. Naya?" Rachel didn't know the personal life of her team mates too well.
"She sounds gay."
"She's questionable."
"Great, my girlfriend is surrounded by sexy lesbians in tennis uniforms everyday. Whatever. It'll be even less a surprise once we start publicly dating." Santana said regretting not joining the tennis team earlier in the year.
"Publicly?" That word freaked Rachel out.
"Yeah. I mean eventually, not right away."
"Okay. Promise me now that we won't say it until we're both 100% ready." Rachel was really scared about coming out and how other people beside her parents Britt and Quinn will react. Especially Finn she didn't want to have to deal with that just yet.
"I promise. Cross my heart." She then proceeded to cross her heart.
"You're so cute."
"Thanks." Santana slightly blushed.
"Can we make out now?" Rachel asked kind of forwardly.
"Oo horny berry. I like it."
"Shut up. I'm not horny." Rachel defended herself.
"Lets go up to my room." Santana put her arms around Rachel and smiled a grin that could only mean, she was imagining the other girl naked.
"Nothing past second base." Rachel warned.
"You're no fun." Santana's dream was crushed.
"Yes I am. I'm just trying to make sure we don't rush into things. I really care about us." Rachel said seriously.
"Me too. I agree." Santana sighed knowing she wasn't ready either.
"Thanks. Lets go!" they ran up the stairs.
/slightly smitten/
Once both girls entered Santana's room. Rachel turned around and lightly pressed Santana up against the back of the door. They looked into each others eyes, searching for something. They didn't know what because no one really ever does. Maybe it was the ability to trust the other person.
As soon as their lips touched they felt tingles all through their bodies. It was the best feeling in the world. Like how you feel at eleven just holding hands with your crush, just turned up about ten notches.
Santana deepens the kiss while proceeding to entangle the hand that wasn't holding Rachel's back into the girls soft hair. She had always had an infatuation with hair her whole life. She loved playing with other girls hair, more so loved when people played with hers.
Rachel let out a slight moan, which just encouraged Santana more. The girl licked her bottom lip to ask for entrance into her mouth. Rachel smiled into the kiss and allowed Santana to swirl her tongue around Rachel's own.
Rachel was just in heaven. Nothing had ever made her feel this good. She really could not compare the magic of this moment to any other in her life.
Rachel got a little burst of confidence and pushed her knee up in between Santana's thighs. Causing the girl to start grinding her hips back and forth.
They headed over and sat on the bed. Santana had her legs wrapped around Rachel's waist. They continued to kiss, some gentle others filled with desire.
When they both took a gasp of air they just stayed for a moment pressed their foreheads together and smiled.
"I'm so happy." Santana said looking only at Rachel. They could feel the warmth of each other on their lips.
"I'm happy too." Rachel sighed contently.
Santana got an idea. She grabbed her girlfriend and started tickling her in mercifully. San had the advantage point because she was already on top of the girl.
"Stop!" Rachel laughed, but we all know tickle laughs are forced and more like torture cries.
"Stop kissing? Ok." Santana said jokingly and got off the girl.
"NO! Keep kissing, please. I meant stop tickling me."
"All or nothing." Santana crossed her arms.
"You will be the death of me Santana Lopez." Rachel said pulling the pouty girl into a kiss, that she eventually joined.