We Found Love ch. 11


Santana's POV

I woke up the morning feeling like complete shit and more fuckin tired than when I fell asleep. I rubbed the tiredness out of my eyes before sighing a little then trying to get up but something pulled me the fuck down and I started to freak a little. When the fuck am I? Who the hell is holding me? Why are they holding? Did I get drunk last night and have a one night stand? What the fuck did I do last night? Oh God please tell me that I didn't do anything I'm gonna regret later.

I open one of my eyes to see that I'm at Berry's house, in the living room to be accurate so where the hell is she. I open both my eyes to see that the Broadway star is laying underneath me with half her body plopped under against the top of the couch with her arms around my waist. I sigh in relief that nothing happen last night that I regret except for breaking down in front of her like I did. I can't believe that cried like a baby but I'm gonna made her fucking swear that if she tell anyone about what I did that I'll all kinds of Lima Heights on her hobbit ass.

It feels… nice to be held and I feel safe in the petite singer's arms but I know that these feelings aren't gonna last for too long because I can't feel these things, not again. I tried to sit up but the pint sized diva pulls me back down and tightens her grip on my waist as she nuzzles into the top of my head.

"San… don't go. Mine" Rachel mutters.

I feel my heart speed up and I feel a lump growing in my throat at what Rachel muttered in her sleep. What did she mean don't go? Did she call me hers? What does all this mean? What the hell is going on in her dream? What the hell is poking me in the stomach? I looked down to see… a bugle inBerry's pants. What the hell? Why is she wearing a strap-on? Was she wearing it yesterday? What the hell is going here? There's no way that this is real but it fuckin feels real. The Broadway start stirs a little before yawning then her eyes widen as she untangles herself from me, causing her to fall on the floor. Normally I would've found this hilarious but nothing about this situation is fuckin funny and I need fuckin answers right now.

"S-Santana, I-I can e-explain" Rachel stammered as she covers her lap with couch cushion.

"Start explain, Berry because I don't understand why you have a strap-on in your pants and a huge one from what I felt" I said crossing my arms.

"It's n-not a s-strap-on. I have penis and I was born with it. If you think that I'm a freak then that's okay but please don't tell anyone. Please" Rachel said as the tear stream down her face.

The desperation and fear in the Broadway star's voice as well as her tears tug at my heartstrings and I feel horrible. I know that I wasn't the nicest person in school but the nicknames that I called her like Treasure Trail and Tranny hit a little too close to home for her and I didn't even know it. God, I was such a bitch to her in high school and I didn't even know how much I pout her through. I have to make it up to her somehow. If she keeps my secret about being a stripper then the least that I can do is keep her secret. I slipped off of the couch and kneeled in front of the crying woman in front of me before taking her face in my hands, wiping her tears away with the pads of my thumbs. The pint sized diva look up at me with fear in her eyes and all I want to do somehow take it away to replace with the beautiful Berry mega-watt smile.

"I don't think that you're a freak, Rachel because you're anything but a freak. You're Rachel Berry: Broadway Star Extraordinaire and I promise that I wont tell anyone as long as you don't tell anyone that I used to be a stripper" I said smiling.

"Deal" Rachel said letting out a watery laugh."Wait used to be?"

"Yeah used to be. I don't really need that job anymore because I'm thinking of maybe going back to bartending" I said shrugging my shoulders.

"That's great, San. It's a stepping stone in the right direction to figuring out what you want to do" Rachel said wiping her tears.

"How do you know that I don't want to be a bar-tender for the rest of my life?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"I know you Santana and you don't ant to be a bartender for the rest of your life. It's a waste of your talents" Rachel said rolling her eyes.

"Whatever you say, Berry" I said rolling my eyes.

"Oh it's back to Berry now?" Rachel asked raising an eyebrow smugly.

"Shut up" I said glaring at her.

Rachel giggles before dropping the subject and smiling at me. I'm fuckin hoping that she can't tell that I'm blushing right now but she doesn't say anything. I flopped next to her with my shoulder blades plopped up against the bottom of the couch as we sit in silence for awhile. I notice the Broadway star squirming in place and I raise an eyebrow as my curiosity gets the better of me.

"Can I see it?"

"What?" Rachel squeaks out.

"Can I see it?" I asked nonchalant.

"Of course not, that would be highly appropriate and what if Angel walks in on us. It could possibly scar her for life, no and why would you want to see it anyways" Rachel said frowning.

"Okay, okay I'm sorry. My curiosity got the better of me and it was a jerk move" I said running my hand through my hair.

"It's okay and I'm sorry for freaking out on you. It's just the woman that I've been with have only been with me because they were only trying to satisfy their curiosity of being with a woman with a penis than actually wanting to pursue a relationship with me. I get defensive with others when they ask me to see it" Rachel said looking away sadly.

"Those people are idiots and those woman are even bigger idiots" I said frowning.

"It was my fault for believing that there's someone out there for me that would see past my deformity and see me for me" Rachel said gripping the couch cushion tightly.

"No, it's not because there's someone out there for you that'll see what you think is a deformity but another extension of you to love. You're a beautiful person inside and out because when you love, you love hard because I've seen that love being given to people that didn't deserve it. I mean you got in a former tormentor from high school and her kid from a bad situation and tried to help them. Believed that tormentor could turn her life around and make something out of it for the sake of her daughter. You truly are something, Rachel Berry" I said smiling.

"Here I thought that I was the one that speaks in paragraphs" Rachel teased.

"This is what I get for trying to do a good deed. I am never trying to make you feel good ever again" I said shaking my head.

"Thank you Santana and I appreciate it" Rachel said taking my hand in hers.

"You're welcome"

Rachel looks at me with that mega watt smile of hers and that warm feeling returns once again. My eyes drifts from her eyes to those pink, pump lips of her before subconsciously licking my lips. The Broadway star leans in slowly and I lean in as well before our lips met somewhere in the middle in a hesitant kiss before I reached up, grabbing the back of her neck to smash lips together. Something in me that I thought wasn't there anymore is unleashed with the sounds of violins and fireworks going off in the background. The petite singer lets out a small moan and god, was it fuckin hot as hell. She tastes so good and it only makes me want her more. The kiss quickly escalated to a bunch of teeth and tongue and it would have continued that way if a small voice hadn't said anything.

"Mami, Rachel? What are you two doing here?"

We quickly pulled away to see Angel standing in the doorway of the living room with a smirk on her face. Fuck! This kid has horrible timing. I was getting my mack on. Ay dis mio, what the hell?! I was getting my mack with fuckin Rachel freakin Berry! Rachel's cheeks quickly turned a bright red as she's unable to look my daughter in the eyes.

"N-Nothing, baby girl. We weren't doing nothing" I said finding my voice.

"Doesn't look like nothing" Angel said raising an eyebrow.

"I'm uh I'm going to go the bathroom" Rachel said keeping the cushion glued to her crotch.

I sigh as I run my hand through my hair. Dammit, why did things have to get so complicated?


End of ch. 11