The Berry Wars
Chapter Eleven
POV: Santana
Santana took the seat in the opposite corner from where Rachael and her 'friend'.
"Is that guy a gangster?" Quinn demanded looking at them from the corner of her eyes. "Is Rachel even safe right now?"
"I don't know if he's part of a gang, stop being so judgmental. I don't think he's going to hurt Rachel, one because Rachel can take care of herself. Two look at the way he looks at her."
Santana, hid her own smile. Here was this big, all tatted up guy and he was smiling, hanging on every word the girl had to say. She was jealous, so very jealous. She had never had anyone look at her that way. She was only 16 so she had limited time to get that.
But here was Rachel Freaking Berry, who no one in Lima had ever given her the time of day, getting what Santana wanted. And to make it worse when people in Lima, finally started to notice her, she just closed herself off from them and then this guy shows up.
"Ms. Berry, who is that?" their Chemistry teacher asked, when she walked into the room.
"Mrs. Gutierrez Este es mi amigo Raúl, que es parte de un programa de rehabilitación para los jóvenes, que se me sombras. No quiero hacer de esto una gran cosa, espero que no te importe. Yo como que le tutoría."
The older Spanish woman looked at Rachel with a radiant smile. "Tengo el honor de decir que soy tu maestro. Usted es una joven encantadora. Teniendo en cuenta todo lo que has pasado sigues dar"
Santana frowned looking over at the guy who was pinching Rachel under the table and Rachel was giggling "Thank you Mrs. Gutierrez."
"What did she just say?" Quinn demanded.
Santana was baffled. "She just lied and told our teacher that her boyfriend was part of some community service rehab and she's tutoring him. And not only did our teacher fall for it, but she admires Rachel for her strength." Santana looked over at Rachel one more time as she was saying something that had the guy grinning and taking out a paper and writing as the teacher spoke as Rachel leaned on his whispering to him. "When did Rachel Berry become such a BAMF?"
"BAMF?" Quinn asked raising a brow.
"Seriously how are we even friends." Santana laughed out loud.
"Miss Lopez would you like to share with the rest of the class?" the teacher demanded. Santana blushed and shook her head, noticing out of the corner of her eye that Rachel and Raul were mocking her. "Then remain quiet."
"Actually I can share." Quinn hissed at Santana as she stood. "You see I was just wondering when Rachel turned into such a BAMF and then Quinn was all like what's a BAMF, and I thought it was funny."
Quinn was purple in embarrassment, Rachel was hiding her face in Raul's chest her shoulder shaking with her laughter. His eyes were watching Santana with mirth but calculation as her ran his hand up and down the tiny brunettes back.
"And why don't you share with the rest of the class what a BAMF was it? Yes please enlighten us all what it is."
Rachel's boyfriend was watching her challenging her, Santana knew it… daring her to have the balls to tell the teacher…she didn't know why she rose to the bait…but she did, she wasn't a punk. "BAMF, means Bad Ass Mother Fucker."
"Santana Lopez detention!"
"But I only answered your question." she said innocently sitting down with a smirk.
The Chemistry teacher rolled her eyes. "A warning this time, don't interrupt my class again Ms. Lopez."
Santana looked over at Quinn who was scowling at her through her embracement. Dude was still watching her like a hawk and she didn't like it. "Cholo! Stop starrin at me." she shot out at him.
"With 'Chel here is no reason to look anywhere else, nina triste." he said pulling Rachel further into his lap showing even more of her beautifully toned skin as the skirt rose a few inches. Santana swallowed hard. "Parece que eres el que tiene el problema de partida, mantén los ojos de mi muchacha, Lopez"
"Raul, stop that. You promised." Rachel said pushing him away, her face a combination of being angry and disappointment. "You don't really want to upset me do you?"
"No, sorry 'Chel." he gave one final look over the Santana and then went back to his paper that he was writing on.
"What the hell was that." Quinn demanded, as the bell rang for their class ended. Santana just shoved her book into her bag as Raul passed behind them placing a paper onto her desk.
"This is as close as you'll ever get to the real thing." he whispered close to her ear , before Rachel tugged him out of the room.
Santana picked up the piece of paper and lost her breath it was a perfectly drawn picture of Rachel in the outfit she was currently in. It the picture Rachel was walking away but looking over her should with a sexy grin her eyes alight with mischief. The ruffle of her skirt caught in some mystical wind that lifted the skirt enough to see lace panties and a small tattoo "Raul' on the bottom of her ass cheek.
"He drew that in class?" Quinn demanded, trying to take it out of Santana's hands. She snagged it out of her reach and folded it and put it into her book.
"Apparently."
"It was pretty damn good considering it was done in pencil in under an hour." Quinn said. "You think she has his name tattooed on her?"
Better not! Wait what? Santana shook her head and shrugged her shoulders and followed Quinn to their next class. PE…oh god PE with Rachel freaking Berry and her boy toy.
Santana went about it as quick as possible to change into her practice cheer uniform, not willing for a repeat of the other day. She walked out to where Coach Sue was talking loudly to Coach Beiste.
"I want Berry on the Cheerios."
"Well I want her on Track, and she's already agreed to be my captain. You're too little to late."
"Do you have any idea who you're messing with" Coach Sue demanded.
"The crazy cheer coach, yeah I have a clue. Berry is on Track, end of story." Santana shook her head, sure Rachel was great… but to fight over her seemed ridiculous.
From her spot on the bleachers Santana was able to watch Rachel enter the gym. They were inside because of the rain. So it was tight quarters and everyone was just standing around. What the fuck is she wearing! She muttered to herself. The shorts like totally nonexistent and the tight McKinley high track shirt. Too tight and four inches too short. Fuck where had she been hiding those tits?
Rachel made her way over to her coach. "Coach I don't think the uniform is going to work for me."
"Indecent exposure." Coach called out, pointing a finger at Rachel. "For crying out loud are those even real Berry."
"I would never augment my body coach, it's my temple. The woman in my family are all well endowed." she said appalled by the idea. 'Coach Beiste if it's ok I'll have my uniform personally modified,"
"Sounds good pumpkin." Beiste looked over her. "I had no idea, what you're actual size was, I'm sorry about that…. you hide it pretty well."
"It makes life easier. Raul! Stop it." she slapped at his hands as he tried to put his hoodie over her.
"'Chel!" he shook his head just gave up in trying to cover her up.
"Come Raul if you can keep up I'll let you steal a kiss." she mocked him and took off running the outside walls of the gym.
It all fairness it was hilarious to watch . The guy was clearly in shape, he was ripped, lean and tone, But Rachel was like Speedy Gonzales. They ran for 27 minutes straight and then Rachel looked back and took pity on him and slowed down letting him catch up.
Santana watched all this as she stood on second level of the pyramid. It annoyed her that she wasn't the only one watching them. Puck and Finn were screwing up their basketball game, because their eyes were not on the ball, not at all.. Brittany was pouting and screwing up on the floor moves, too intent on the out come of Rachel's race.
Sue was getting pissed because they were all screwing up even little Katie Jacobs who was going to take over Quinn HBIC when they graduated was off her game. "Ladies take five and get back here with you heads out of your asses."
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She felt Raul's arms close around her and she giggled.
"You let me win 'Chel." he kissed her softly on the lips. "What am I to think about that?"
Rachel rolled her eyes. "It means that I took pity on your slow ass!" she laughed then squeaked when he lifted her and tossed her over his shoulder. "Put me down Raul." she said trying to be firm, but ruined it with a giggle.
"No way you've insulted my manhood." he said as he headed over to the wrestling mats, with plans of tossing her on them. He slapped her ass in reprimand preparing to toss her.
It was clearly a mistake because instead she wrapped her legs around him, shifted her weight and he face planted into the mats, and had his arm locked between her legs, as she sat on him. Giggling.
"'Chele! Vete a la mierda no es justo que con su mierda de mí! " he complained the wind clearly knocked out of him. "It's a good thing you're so cute or I'd kick your fine ass."
"You'd have to catch it first. And you haven't been able to in 3 months!" she laughed sprung off him like a spring board and danced around him.
"Come on Papi, Hit me with your best shot." she taunted him with a twinkle in her eyes.
"You're asking for it 'Chel." he back flipped off the mat.
"Show off." she teased.
"Fine I pin you I take you out to dinner tonight." he shot back. Hopping back and fourth on his feet in his fighting stance.
"Ok if I pin you I get to dress you for you for your competition." she said as they circled one another
"As long as you don't put me in some preppy shit, its cool." he said with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Oh Papi, ¿me ¿Te gusta eso?" Rachel husked at him.
"No playing dirty, 'Chel!" he warned.
"No fun. " she pouted. "Ok." she smirked and lunged at him, and when he braced and lowered down to brace for the impact she flew over him laughing somersaulting over him and pushing her hands on his ass squeezing it.
"Chel!" he stumbled forward in shock, but caught his balance. "Listen ninja, that was a foul."
Rachel cackled and danced around the mat. "I got you good, admit it."
Translations:
Este es mi amigo Raúl, que es parte de un programa de rehabilitación para los jóvenes, que se me sombras. No quiero hacer de esto una gran cosa, espero que no te importe. Yo como que le tutoría.{This is my friend Raul, he is part of a rehabilitation program for youth, he will be shadowing me. I don't want to make this a big deal, I hope you don't mind. I kind of tutoring him.}
Tengo el honor de decir que soy tu maestro. Usted es una joven encantadora. Teniendo en cuenta todo lo que has pasado sigues dar..{I am honored to call myself your teacher. You are a lovely young woman. Considering all that you've been through you continue to give..}
Parece que eres el que tiene el problema de partida, mantén los ojos de mi muchacha, Lopez. {Looks like you're the one with the starting problem, keep your eyes off my girl, Lopez.}
Vete a la mierda no es justo que con su mierda Ninja de mí! {Fuck no fair you using your Ninja shit on me!)
Oh Papi, ¿me ¿Te gusta eso? {Oh Daddy, would i do you like that?}
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Thanks for reading
Please review
This story isn't written in stone and I haven't decided on who
Rachel will end up with yet. I haven't gotten to that yet.
She still too closed off. I'd love to hear your idea of
what should happen.
Thanks
Taylor
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