Warnings: I don't own Glee or any of the characters or any of the songs I may use. This will include lesbian sex, maybe some hetero but it's not likely. Possibly Finn bashing.
In the last few months I can't say I'd expected so much good to come out of going to parties. At first it seemed like the farthest thing in the world from my mind but I can't say I minded meeting Santana, and on New Year's Eve I definitely didn't mind her pressed against my back, jumping up and down to the song Noah's band was playing onstage. I was far from used to the loud music and being mashed between so many other bodies but with Santana behind me it wasn't so bad.
"Good New Year's plans right?" The girl behind me leaned down to ask.
"What?" I shouted, up to her.
"Good New Years..." She let it trail off as she grabbed my hand and drug me away from the crowd before the stage.
"What did you say?" I asked as we reached the bar.
"Good New Year's Eve plans right?" She asked, grinning down at me.
"Oh, of course," I smiled back, taking a seat on a stool at the bar.
"I'll have two beers," Santana requested, leaning over me to the bar.
I pulled her forward slightly and pressed a kiss to her cheek, "Having a good time?"
"Mhum," she smiled, turning to kiss me back before the bartender cleared his throat to get her attention.
She took one and handed me the other, "So, how much longer until midnight?"
She checked her phone quickly, "'Bout half an hour."
"Let's go watch Noah," I suggested, finishing the beer and leading her back to the crowd, avoiding the jumbled pit of thrashing people.
Santana and I kept dancing for those thirty minutes. Sometimes we'd watch Noah dance around onstage and he'd catch sight of us and grin before focusing on his guitar again. I was glad I'd talked Santana into wearing the shirts Noah gave us for Christmas, he seemed happy about that, and I couldn't be unhappy at how the shirt fit her when I helped to pin it back. Finally Noah pushed his guitar to the side and the singer stepped to the side to let Noah speak. The crowd silenced a bit with the lack of music.
"Alright guys, you know what time it is," he announced as a cheer went up.
"Excited?" San mumbled into my ear.
I nodded and leaned back into her arms.
"We're starting this year off right!" Noah announced on stage.
A chorus of, "Hell Yeah,"s and, "Bring it on,"s went up.
"I'm starting it right with my best bros," he gestured to the band, "my biggest fans," he waved over the audience, "And two of my favorite girls," he winked at us.
"Hell yeah you are," San shouted over my head.
"So let's get this year fucking started," he gave a shout before sliding his guitar back up front, a projection showed up on the wall behind them as he began counting down with everybody else in the building, "TEN!"
Santana pulled me into her arms as the roar went up, "NINE!"
I turned around to face her, "EIGHT!"
She grinned at the boy on stage and gave him a quick fist pump, "SEVEN!"
She smiled down at me, "SIX!"
I stood on my toes and slid my arms around her neck, "FIVE!"
She pulled me tightly against her, "FOUR!"
She bit her lip nervously, "THREE!"
I licked mine expectantly, "TWO!"
I pulled her down so our foreheads met, "ONE!"
I hoped for some sweet kiss liked you'd see in a movie or even an erotic one that would stir my emotions. Instead someone bumped into me, spilling beer down the back of my shirt and making me press my lips lips to Santana's chin and sending us back onto the the floor, "HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
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"It's fine, I swear," Santana kept the smile from her lips as she assured me my face wasn't marred.
"But there was blood," I whined slightly.
"Just a little, it's just a small cut and it already stopped," she stroked my lip gently with her thumb and held it up, "See?"
I looked to the mirror, taking stock of my appearance, the red line seemed so huge but I took Santana's word, moving onto my next complaint, "We didn't even get our kiss."
Soon I felt her palm on my cheek as she brought my attention from the mirror to her eyes and I relaxed into the cliche kiss I'd been hoping for before as the girl before me mumbled, "Happy New Years."
"Hurry up in there!" and a banging at the door drew my attention away from the kiss.
"Move the fuck on!" Santana yelled back before kissing me again.
I laughed and pulled back, "We should probably get back out there, Noah's getting off of the stage soon isn't he?"
She nodded, "Mhum."
I lead her out of the small restroom, past an angry line of people and to the bar where we waited for Noah. Santana kept scolding me for licking my lip over but I felt a bit self-conscious about the small injury.
"Woah, did you let her get in a fight?" Noah asked as he finally came off the stage, most of the patrons of the small club had dissipated.
"Some ass bumped into us when we tried to kiss," San laughed.
"Aw," Puck elbowed Santana playfully, "You spendin' New Year's with your girl?"
I blushed slightly as I looked between them.
"Shut up Puckerman, I didn't see you getting your holiday mack on," she countered.
"Please, lead guitarist in an insanely awesome band," He waved over his body.
"Oh, trust, the band's fine," She gestured to her shirt in a similar manner, "Front man, not so much."
"Oh, you love the Puckeroni," he smirked haughtily, "Right Rach?"
"Well," I looked between them, "Um, San, you want another beer right?"
Santana laughed and clapped while Noah groaned.
I leaned forward to order three beers but when I leaned back I saw the two glaring intently at each other, a silent conversation obviously passing between them.
"I have to go get everything off the stage," Noah took the beer and leaned down to hug me, "Happy New Year's Rachel."
I hugged him back, confused, "Happy New Year's, Noah."
"So," Santana started, her expression relaxing from the pointed look she'd been sharing with Noah, "Are we going to my place or yours?"
"What was that?" I asked, watching Noah disappear into the crowd still gathered by the stage listening to whatever the DJ was playing.
"He's been bugging me about something, it's not important," she waved it off, taking her beer.
I was skeptical, "Then tell me, maybe I could give my opinion."
"It's not really worth getting into," she shrugged.
I sipped my own beer, "Maybe it is."
"You aren't letting this go, are you?" She smirked as she began giving in.
I shook my head, "No."
"That's too bad," she shrugged.
"San, come on," I pleaded.
"Come on, what?" She teased.
"Tell me what you and Noah were talking about," I couldn't keep the whining tone out of my voice.
"What do I get out of telling you?" She posed, an entertained eyebrow raised.
"My affection," I suggested, leaning over to kiss her cheek.
She laughed, "You really want to know, huh?"
I nodded, turning her head to meet our lips, mumbling sexily, "I really want to, San."
"Alright," she pulled me against her, "You've got me," she pressed a chaste kiss to my lips before sighing, "I'll tell you."
"Really?" I asked excitedly, grinning at her.
"At the apartment," she nodded.
I only groaned but finished my beer quickly and urged her to do the same.
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"Will you tell me already?" I asked, leading her into the apartment.
"Can I get inside first?" She laughed.
I groaned and waited at the door while she took her time locking it and kicking off her shoes, "You're stalling."
"I'm taking my time," She corrected.
I scowled at her while she made her way into the kitchen, "What're you doing now?"
She opened the fridge and held up a water bottle, "Avoiding a hangover."
"You hardly even drank," I scowled.
"Still," she shrugged, smirking at my frustration.
Then an idea came to me and a smirk of my own appeared, "I'll be waiting then," I assured as I walked into her bedroom.
It took a minute before she followed, "Waiting, huh?"
"Mhum," I took a seat on the bed and started tugging my shirt off.
"You wait naked?" She asked, walking to the bed.
"Uh huh," I unzipped my jeans and began urging them down my hips.
"Interesting," She put the water bottle onto the nightstand and sat down next to me.
"Will you tell me now?" I asked, the jeans just above my knees.
"You're very hard to distract, you know that?" She pointed out, following the clothing with her eyes.
"Wish I could say the same for you," I kicked the jeans off along with my shoes.
She nibbled her lip gently, "Wouldn't you rather we start off the new year on a good note?"
I reached up and stroked her cheek, "I'd be in a pretty good mood if you told me."
She groaned, leaning over me, "Wouldn't be so sure."
"Try me," I pulled her down into kiss.
"Well," she started hesitantly, "Puck got this idea, that this," she looked down between us, "thing, has gotten a lot more serious."
"Oh," I pulled back from the kiss slightly.
"But it doesn't matter 'cause you said you weren't looking for a relationship," she sat up quickly and grabbed her water bottle again.
"Are you?" I asked curiously as I followed and looked her over curiously.
There was a tense moment of silence before she finally answered, "I really didn't mind, at your show, when your friend asked if I was your girlfriend."
"You didn't?" I questioned.
She shook her head.
"San, do you remember what my mom gave me for Christmas?" I asked, taking on a more serious tone.
She turned back and gave a confused look, "A gift card for some restaurant right?"
"A gift card for me to take you on a date with," I corrected and then smiled, "Apparently my mom thinks there's more here too."
"How often is your mom wrong?" She ventured.
"Not very," I shrugged, moving to slide my arms around her shoulders, "You know," I kissed her forehead playfully, "I thought I liked it when you squirmed," she groaned as I continued, "But I might like seeing you nervous a lot more."
"I don't mind squirming for you," she mumbled leaning into me.
I wasn't exactly sure where we stood at the moment and I'd already gotten a lot more out of Santana than I'd hoped to that night, even if I usually didn't push her. We didn't talk about much more than Noah's performance that night.
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I woke up alone in the bed that had become as familiar as my own. I looked around but the crack in the door let me know Santana was awake, I tried not to worry too much about Santana letting me sleep late. I got up from the bed and remembered I was still in my underwear before going to the drawer Santana had designated as my own and pulling out my McKinley shirt. I tugged it on before walking out into the living room to see Santana on the couch with a box of cereal in hand.
"Do I even want to know what time it is?" I asked as I moved to sit on the arm of the couch.
"No, not really," she assured taking some cereal in hand and eating it.
I nodded and moved behind her to rest my head on her shoulder.
"So, I'm curious," she started nervously and I smiled into her neck, "Last night? What we talked about..." she trailed off.
"I mentioned taking you on a date," I kissed her neck gently, "And you didn't seem entirely opposed to the idea."
"So I wasn't drunk?" She sighed, relaxing back against me.
"Not unless you drank beforehand," I teased.
"I didn't," she mumbled, "You'd probably have had an easier time getting me to talk if I had."
"Noted," I hummed against her skin.
I hadn't noticed she'd given up on the cereal until she laid on her back, smirking up at me.
"Something on your mind?" I mused, leaning down to kiss her.
"I just think it's funny," she mumbled against my lips, "The morning after we met you were freaking out."
I felt a blush cross my face as I pulled back, "I'm still really sorry about that."
"It's fine," she followed kissing me again, "It's just, we spend almost everyday with each other now."
"We do," I nodded, kissing my way down her jaw and over her neck.
"And I can't help but wonder," she tilted her head for me.
"Hmm," I kissed across her collarbone.
"Do you still just want to play with my breasts?" She asked teasingly.
I groaned against her and rested my forehead on her shoulder, "You couldn't have forgotten that?"
"Oh, no I most definitely could not have," She laughed and brushed my cheeks gently, encouraging me to look up to her, "Because I damn sure don't mind."
I couldn't help but blush at her smirk, yes she'd just been shyly questioning last night but that look just fit so naturally on her face. I leaned up and continued the kiss we'd been sharing before while she moved my hands up to her chest. I licked my lips and palmed the soft mounds under my hands. She let out a soft moan. Her shirt from last night was in my way, but as I tugged it up I sighed, relieved to find she'd unpinned it. I urged it quickly over her head and removed her bra just as easily, enjoying the sight of her tanned skin.
I reached for her once more but this time Santana pressed up, shoving me against the back of the couch while she tugged my shirt up as well. Her tongue trailed over my lip and she swallowed my moans before pulling back to pull the shirt over my head. I reached to remove my bra but she stopped me, gripping my hands over my head, removing the bra herself and letting me go once she had it out of her way. She dipped her head quickly, taking my nipple between her lips to suck gently, and she began lapping at it gently with her tongue, mimicking each stroke on the opposite nipple with her thumb.
"San," I moaned and watched as she began trailing kisses down my body.
"Mhum," she reached the underwear I'd neglected to removed, kissing across the waistband teasingly.
"Hurry," I panted, reaching down a hand to lace my fingers in her hair, urging her on.
She just chuckled, "Is this the only time you're impatient?"
I nodded furiously, "Yes!"
"I guess I should listen to you then," She mumbled, slipping her finger below the waistband to draw them down slowly, kissing my skin as she exposed it.
"Like you ever do," I groaned bucking slightly at the feel of her lips.
She stopped when the cloth barely covered my sex and I growled my frustration, watching her lean on her elbow as an amused smile took over her face.
"What are you smiling at? Weren't you in the middle of something?" I sighed, my thighs rubbing together in an uncomfortable amount of need.
"I was in the middle of breakfast" she mumbled, placing her hand on my thigh to brush her thumb over the fabric, not really moving it.
"You were," I reached down to push the fabric away but she swatted my hand away, "Then you stopped."
"I get the feeling you aren't talking about the cereal," She mused.
I shook my head, but moaned in relief when she pulled me on top of her to straddle her hips, "Aren't you forgetting something?" I looked down to the cloth still crookedly covering me.
It was her turn to shake her head when she smirked at me while reaching forward to grip my underwear once more before a loud rip echoed throughout the room.
Even through the incensed shout of, "Santana," I couldn't hide the pooling heat between my thighs that I was sure Santana could feel.
"Yes?" She questioned, pressing her fingers down over me and finally reaching my slit.
"Oh god, Santana," I moaned, grinding down onto her fingers.
She licked her lips, pressing up to me and parting my lips, causing me to lift from her slightly. I felt her hand on my hip, urging me forward and I obliged, leaning forward and placing palms on either side of her head. The hand on my hip urged my face lower to collide with her lips in time for her to taste my moans at the stroke of her finger over my crux. I ground down onto her hand and felt her smile against my lips. I hadn't even realized my eyes were closed until she slipped into me and they widened.
"San, yes," I incited, earning a strong thrust.
"Mhum," she hummed, taking my lip gently between her teeth.
"Keep going," I panted, enjoying her thrusts as she forced me to sway forward with each thrust and follow back with each retraction.
She nodded, lavishing my lips with her own while she massaged my innermost nerves, setting a fire between my legs.
I couldn't focus on much else beside the fingers working inside me and the lips against my own. Her lips were busily massaging my own while her tongue hungrily tasted me. The fingers in me began curving mercilessly on the retractions and I shuddered over her. My arms shook slightly as I felt a familiar warmth building in my stomach. I panted and shook, ready to collapse but anticipating the release the digits between my legs promised. It wasn't until her thumb brushed my clit that I shook with pleasure while the fire at the apex of my thighs spread to the rest of my body and I gushed thoroughly onto the hand of the girl below me, ignoring the embarrassment sure to arise when we were through. She pumped into me forcefully until I was pressed firmly to her front, finally unable to hold myself up any longer.
I panted lowly into the neck to side of my face while hands gently roamed my body. Santana was nothing short of tender as her hands brushed from my hips, over my backside, past my shoulders, and finally comforting arms slipped around me. When I felt I'd relaxed enough I pressed contented kisses to Santana's neck. She sighed comfortably below me, giving me free rain as my affections became bolder, tilting her head for kisses, licks, and even allowing biting and sucking that we both knew would leave marks.
"We should talk," she finally forced out, hardly wanting to disrupt the tranquil environment we'd discovered.
"We would," I shrugged, kissing across her collarbone.
"If?" she questioned.
"If I didn't want to just bask in my post-coital bliss," I explained, finally resting my head on her shoulder, my lips pressed comfortably against her neck and her arms still around me.
"Sound reasoning," she assured.
I drifted to sleep in her arms, ignoring the nagging anxiety in the back of my mind, ignoring that she was right and we would have to talk. We'd come together expecting nothing more than a physical relationship from each other, but we'd obviously developed a lot more. I tried not to consider what we'd neglected to share with each other, what details we'd hidden away as too personal while we grew more and more intimate. I had my share of truths, and they made me wonder what Santana could have had to hide.