A/N: This might be considered rate M territory in this chapter.

"Stop yapping at me! God, you're just as loud as your mother." He's kind of adorable. I'm not sure how to really soothe a puppy so I offer a few pats on his head. "You're not as cute as she is, so your puppy dog eyes won't work with me."

It was time for his first bath. God knows what he got into out there. I shiver a little because what did he eat? He's a little skinny so I can't imagine there were many choices.

When Rachel first brought him into the house everyone awed and passed him around. Brittany was absolutely delighted and clung to him for an hour before she told me he smelled like bologna.

"I know Rachel said you wouldn't turn into a zombie-dog because 'not many things are transmittable cross-species, Santana,' but I'm keeping my eye on you, Winchester. By the way, that is a dorky name. If we were still living in a proper world I bet you'd have tiny, argyle puppy vests." Argyle owner and argyle nerdy puppy. This thing would be Rachel in dog form. He is cute and he gives me fuzzy feelings, but no one needs to know that.

"I'm sorry, but you're going to smell like bubble gum for a while." Would-be argyle wearing and bubblegum smelling Winchester- This poor dog. We don't have dog shampoo, but Britts gave me Lord Tubbington's shampoo.

He's still squirming and still making tiny barks. The make-shift tub is filled with warm-enough water. I put him down into it. He seems to like it.

"I can't believe we're wasting water to wash this thing."

The weather is nice enough, if not just a little windy. At least the critter won't freeze to death. I look out into the countryside that surrounds us. Luckily, Rachel's mansion is far enough away from the town that we have plenty of acres around the house. Being atop a high hillside has its advantages, too. From the corner of my eye I see a figure bouncing giddily towards me.

It's Rachel. Once she is within twenty feet I can see that she's chewing on her bottom lip with a mischievous sparkle in her pretty brown eyes.

"Hey, short-stuff."

"Hello, San. How's the bath coming along?"

He's a squirmy little shit, and he's getting his dirty puppy water all over my jeans.

"It's fine. He's a little wiggly. Why do you look like you're about to do something obnoxious?"

She frowns a little, realizing her supposed nonchalance is easy to see through.

"What makes you think that? I've done nothing of the sort."

I lift my eyebrow, amused that she's going this route. "Really? So the reason your hands are behind your back is…"

"Maybe I just came over because I missed your presence and snark." She huffs.

Doubtful. I know that look.

"Okay," she breaks. She pulls her hands out from behind her back and..holy shit.

"Kurt made this per my request. Isn't it cute?!"

"Rach.. It's an argyle sweater. For the freaking puppy." God. I was just kidding!

"You don't like it?" She looks so dejected. Fuck.

"No, no. It's really adorable and so you. I'm sure Winchester will love it, too."

"I know you're lying. Regardless, I'm sure Winchester loves it. Don't you baby boy?"

I think Rachel's secondary storage threw-up in the ballroom. The worst part of it is I helped. It cannot be helped that my girlfriend loves pink and glitter and everything else that makes me want to vomit. Seriously, I love the girl, but she does everything overboard, especially when it comes to things that would reflect her rise to stardom, meaning everything that shines. Sometimes I get so mad that she'll never get to be on Broadway now; all the flesh-eating goons are most likely rotting on the stages. It should be Rachel up there (a very much alive Rachel).

Kurt is a godsend. The decorations and fake theaters (made from curtains) with playbills carefully placed on them almost looked like Broadway. You wouldn't believe how many things just glitter. There are fuzzy things hanging, too.

And you know what? It's all worth it. I mean, who cares if I go blind by the yellows and reflections and the pink? The smile on Rachel's face is the prettiest thing in this world. The dress she's wearing is gorgeous and for a moment I am reminded of princess Jasmine. It's long and has a small train in the back.

"This is wonderful, San!" Brown doe-eyes shine with unshed tears. Happy tears.

"Every girl deserves a prom night with a hot date like me." I lean down and kiss her lips softly. "You look absolutely breathtaking, baby."

Rachel is one of the most confident girls in the whole world. She's kept her head held high through years of torture, torture that I delivered. But sometimes she gives this shy smile and ducks her head slightly; it kills me just. Like right now – she's doing that shy smile right now and I'm reminded why it's my favorite.

"Rachel Berry, are you speechless?" I pull her close and feel her arms circle around me neck. Even in heels, she is still shorter than I am. My mouth is close to her ear and I whisper, "I love you."

She visibly shivers and presses her body closer and squeezes me. Yeah, she loves me, too.

"I love you more than I could ever love any stage."

Maybe I shouldn't have had those glasses of wine, because right now I am about to burst into tears. God, she's so adorable. And she loves me. Rachel Berry loves me. I pull back a little so I can get a look at her face and I'm struck breathless again.

And then.

Those lips.

So I do the only thing I can think of – kiss her with everything I can. All my molecules are bouncing around at the taste of my girl.

And shit, is it raining?

"Baby? It-it's raining. I can't have my-my princess all soaked. Because, you're so preeetttyyyy."

"Santana, it's not raining. We're inside."

"Whaa?"

"It's not raining. You're crying."

My shoulders are shaking. She lifts my chin up. "Happy tears?"

I nod. I don't trust my mouth right now.

Suddenly, I hear Brittany.

"Hi, everyone. Thank you for joining me at our own end-of-the-world prom. I'm Brittany S. Pierce and even though I'm totally the hottest one here, I just want to say that you all look super yummy. Now, before I announce the prom king and queen, I am going to ask that you sign my petition for Finn to stop kicking the chairs."

Britt walks over to Tina, who looks fucking bewildered, and hands her a crayon and a clipboard.

"I'd like to introduce to you the world prom queen, Beth Corcoran!"

Quinn, who's holding Beth, starts tearing up as she takes the little tot to the stage. Kurt made a cute little dress with the nice curtains from Rachel's dads' room.

"I think I really deserve this next announcement. I am going to name myself end-of-the-world prom king, because I would totally make a better dude than any of you."

Brittany takes her flower crowns and puts them on both her and Beth's head.

Artie starts the music from the iPod hooked up. We do try to save our electricity, especially since gas is starting to get hard to find, but this time it is worth it.

The iPod is playing top forty music, or what was in the top forty before everything went to shit.

I'm trying not to let Finn's obvious ogling direct at my girlfriend. Brittany stole her for a dance and freaking Fabray is leering from over Puck's shoulder. Seriously!? Why are they trying to get up on my shorty? I take a swig of water (I don't want to get completely trashed) and walk over to my two favorite girls dancing. Britts and I sandwich Rachel and hands are roaming all over the place.

Five minutes have passed and we're still dancing. I don't think I can take much more of anyone else's hands on her.

"Sorry, Britt-britt. I gotta get my Berry fix."

It's so loud. Thank God the ballroom is soundproof, too. Everyone is dancing or wheeling.

"You look so good out there," I say loudly.

"What?" I think she just asked what, but it's too loud.

I drag her across the room to a table and sit her down.

"I said you look so good out there, dancing." Learning down, I take her lips in mine and she does this thing with her teeth and tongue that she knows is my weakness. My downfall.

"Shit." This is delicious. "Let's go upstairs."

Taking her lip in between her teeth, she smirks and shakes her head.

"But I need you. Now."

"I want you, too. We'll get to that later. At this moment in time, Santana, I want to get the most out of this experience. I do not wish to leave this room and miss a second of it. You know very w-" She gasps. "Wh-what a-are you doing?"

"Shhh. As much as I love your pretty little, mouth, I'm trying to get my mack on." Her neck is so tasty. The spot behind her ear and downward an inch is where she comes undone. It's my favorite spot right now.

"You're not playing fair." As she pants lightly, the cutest little whimper escapes her.

"Trust me, baby; you don't want to talk fair." Delivering a lick against her neck, I decide to do something she'll probably scold me for tomorrow. "Do you think it was fair when you told me you wanted to 'help' the Ice Queen?"

Rachel's body stills. I want to assure her I'm not mad right now, so I nuzzle her neck.

"You've done something bad, Rach. You're mine. And I'm going to remind you of that."

Taking a quick glance around, I notice that everyone isn't paying attention to us. Why would they, really? We're just talking. For now.

I duck under the table and lift Rachel's dress up and slip underneath. It's loose enough that no one would be the wiser should they glance our way.

"Santana!" Rachel hisses. "Get out from there! This is highly inappropriate."

"Uh huh." It's pretty dark and I can't really see anything. It doesn't matter anyway, I know her body more than I know my own. My hands find her legs and my fingertips ghost over her calves. I have worshiped these legs like they were the second coming. I can tell her resolve is already slipping because she doesn't stop me from putting distance between her knees. I want nothing more than to tease her, but we're not exactly given all the time in the ballroom. My lack of patience coupled with the combined ogles of Finn and Quinn has me, literally at my knees, just aching to take what's mine.

"I-I don't…I don't think this..oh god."

The dancing must have worked her up because she's squirming beneath my touches and I haven't really done anything yet. Her skin is crazy soft, and I can't help but rub my cheek along her inner thigh. I almost buckle onto the floor when the smell of her, of Rachel, hits my senses.

"Jesus Christ, Rach." I can feel her muscles tense a little as I start kissing up her inner thighs, paying equal attention to both. The pads of my fingertips skate circles as they move upwards and back down again. I feel her buck her hips up just a little bit, enough to get her message across.

I can't help but chuckle. I'm not the only one impatient. I figure someone is going to want to come over to chat or something, so I need to hurry this along. The angle is a little difficult because my head is so damn close to the table, so she has to kind of lean back. We've done this position before, but that was without a table above and definitely without an unknowing audience.

I manage to find the most effective position, and though I can't see her I know she's got a pout, waiting for me to start. I'm not one to disappoint, so I lightly graze my fingers over her panties. I can tell by the tiny bow at the top that she's wearing her hot pink underwear with tiny microphones on it. Normally, I'd giggle at the ridiculous of it because it's so Rachel, but it only serves in making me want her more, urging me on to just fucking take her already.

"Hey, Rach. Do you want to dance?"

NO. NO. FUCK. GO AWAY. It's that buzzkill Hudson. What a cockblock.

"Hmm? Uh.. n-no. I ..ah.. "

"Come on, Rach. It'll be like old times. I mean, it's just a dance, right?"

Bullshit. Don't fall for that. It'll mean something to him and then he'll think he has a chance.

Jesus, I'm so close to such an intimate part of her. Fuck it.

"No. I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea."

My fingers trail from the top of her panties to her left side, outlining the edges. I hear a distinct gasp from her as I swipe the cloth aside. I want nothing more than to have Finn to just leave already, but I also am not going to be able to stop myself now. She's perfect. Every part of her is perfect.

"Rach, are you okay?" I hear the boy ask.

I rub the bottom of my thumb up and down through her soft flesh and press a little firmer against her clit.

"Ah!"

"Rachel?

"Hm.. I..cramps.. sorry." Her words are breathed out and stilted.

I somehow manage to scoot further under her dress and finally hover an inch above the apex of her thighs. As always, I plant a small kiss on her clit before giving the length of her slit a few long licks with the flat of my tongue.

She lets out something between a strangled moan and a gasp.

"Um. You mean like girl stuff?"

I almost chuckle against her, but instead I give her a flick from the edge of my tongue.

"Yes-yes. You …could..saythat."

"Okay. Well, I hope you feel better. See you around."

Finally.

Now that I have her all to myself again, I lift her legs above me and place them over my shoulder, her heels digging into my back. She bucks again and I am more than willing to speed this up. Her urgency is conveyed more so as she digs her heels in further.

Not wanting to waste anymore time (I'll make love to her hours on end later), I give one more long lick before swirling my tongue around the spot she needs me the most. Knowing she wants to, needs to cum soon, I take the bundle of nerves between my lips and allow myself the one second to just revel the situation. Beautiful parts of Rachel trickle throughout her body and land in this gorgeous spot for me to directly affect. Mine.

And, fucking hell she tastes amazing. A few noises build up in my own throat as I lap up what she's giving me, and finally I take her clit into my mouth and suckle. My tongue is rolling in waves against the sides in and creating a light suction on its way upward, a combination that drives her crazy. My actions are appreciated and the body surrounding me is starting to gyrate against my face.

"Rachel, are you okay?"

Can't we get a break? Goddamnit, Fabray.

Rachel replies with a "Uh?"

I know by now that making Rachel Berry be quiet is near impossible, especially when it comes to the bedroom. If I am guessing, Rachel's is clenching her eyes so tight underneath her furrowed eyebrows. With her trying to be quiet, there is no doubt she is biting her lower lip in attempt to keep in any cries of pleasure.

"Finn said you weren't feeling well. You're kind of flushed, do you need anything?"

I feel her thighs start to shake.

"I'm..fine.."

"Where's Santana? Did she get you something to drink or do you want me to get one for you?

Heels dig further into my back and it jolts me further into her, cutting off my airflow.

Rachel mewls and it's so sexy.

"Sh-sh..she's..busy.." She's panting and I can't believe Quinn hasn't figured it out yet.

"What?" Q sounds a little angry. "She left you here on our prom night? Unbelievable!"

"N-n..o..shit!"

I can't really breathe, but there's no way I'm stopping. I need to get her off before I die here. I maneuver my arms so they are the proper angle and wedge my hand beneath my chin. She's so incredibly wet that my two fingers glide in easy, yet she's still so fucking tight.

"Fuck."

"I'd be mad, too!"

I'm determined. I don't have much leverage, so I can't quite deliver long thrusts, so I opt for scissoring my fingers inside her until I reach the spot that makes her let out a long moan. Rachel scoots backwards a bit, giving me a few inches of the chair between her legs. I now have the leverage to work my wrists to thrust upward. Tan thighs squeeze my head as she trembles as I curl my fingers with each inward stroke.

Loud and unbelievably arousing sounds escape her mouth in a series of strangled moans and whimpers.

"OH, FUCK, SANTANAAA!"!

My fingers stay inside her, gently massaging until her breathing slows considerably.

Breathing is becoming a serious issue. I crawl out rather ungracefully and struggle to stand properly against my girlfriend.

Quinn is still there. Her mouth is agape and she's beet red.

Fuck, she's still here?

Rachel is sporting a lazy smile that I cover with a smug kiss.

I take another glance at blondie and note her fists clenched. Deciding that, yes, I still need to let her know that Rachel is mine, I take my fingers and suck them very, very slow.

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