Disclaimer: Glee is not at all owned by me. Sad days.

Author's note: I am incredibly sorry that this chapter took two weeks to get out! Postings might be a little odd for the next 5-6 weeks since my wedding is in early September, but I will do what I can to try to make them as regular as possible, which will hopefully at least once a week. Oh, and we're two reviews away from 100, so please review and thank you to everyone who has already and continues to do so!

Chapter 11: "This Morning"

Santana woke up feeling extremely sore but completely sated. It took her a minute to remember why her body was so achy, but when she did she couldn't stop the smug grin on her face. Turning over, she fully expected to find Rachel out of bed and doing her morning exercise routine since her girl just could not take a day off most days. Almost immediately, Santana realized that she was wrong: there, sprawled out across the bed on her stomach, was her girlfriend. She was hugging her pillow under her head, and she was definitely dead to the world.

Santana grinned and jumped out of bed (well, she stumbled out of bed, because damn the sex last night wore her out!) and went to the bathroom. As she crawled back into bed, she glanced at the clock and her constant grin got even wider. It was 10:00 a.m., and Rachel Barbra I-Can't-Sleep-Past-The-Sun-Coming-Up-AKA-Balls-Ass-Early Berry was still in bed! Score one for Santana in the sexing her girlfriend into a coma department. Santana decided that she didn't want to wake Rachel and that more sleep was totally fine with her. she got back into bed, threw her arm over her Diva, and drifted off to dreamland once more while the smell of sex and the unique scent that was Rachel wrapped around her.

A while later, both girls were woken abruptly by Get Happy/Happy Days Are Here Again blaring out of Rachel's phone.

Rachel was the first one to wake this time. Santana grunted as Rachel leaned over and grabbed her cell phone thereby effectively lying on top of the Latina (not that she minded at all since they were both naked).

In a hoarse voice, Rachel mumbled out, "What is it, Kurt?"

"Rachel? Were you still asleep? Since they were so close together, Santana could hear what Kurt was saying through the phone as well, and she smirked at the boy's confusion.

"Yes, of course I was. Why is that such a shock?"

"I just figured you would be up hours ago to do your morning exercise."

"I don't get up at dawn on Saturdays, Kurt. Why are you calling?"

"Well, I thought you might like to come meet me and Blaine at the coffee shop around noon. Do you think you could call Santana and ask her as well?

"Kurt, I do appreciate the offer, but was it necessary to call me this early when you are asking to meet around lunchtime?"

"Early? Hun, it's 11:30 a.m."

Rachel shot straight up in bed and almost screeched when she shouted, "11:30?"

Santana covered her ears, grabbed Rachel around the waist and pushed her back onto the bed. She grabbed the phone from the shocked girl and told Kurt, "We'll be there, but it might be a little later than noon."

"Santana? What are you doing in Rachel's house when she's sleep—oh."

Santana smirked at the mortified tone of Kurt's voice and hung up the phone to pay attention to more important things…like her very naked girlfriend.

"Santana, how could you possibly let me sleep this late? I need to do my morning exercises!"

"First of all, I did not let you do anything. Your body decided to sleep in. Secondly, I think we got plenty of exercise in last night and early this morning." Santana kissed along Rachel's jaw, and the other girl moaned and wrapped her arms around Santana's neck.

"Tana, we can't. We have to go meet Kurt and Blaine."

"They'll understand. I'm sure they've gotten sexed up before. Now shut up, I wants to get my mack on."

Rachel laughed, "Santana Marie Lopez, don't tell me to shut up."

"Fine, then I'll just have to keep your mouth busy."

"Oh, really? And how, pray tell, are you going to do that?"

Santana smirked, "Let me show you, hermosa."

Rachel managed to pull away before their kissing could get too heated. "Oh, no. I know what a smooth operator you are, Tana. Come on, we have to get up and get out of bed. We both need to shower before we leave, because while I love the smell of sex and you on my skin, I'm not sure the rest of the world would appreciate it quite as much."

"Says you. Two hot chicas like us getting it on? We're most men's fantasy come to life."

"Yes, well, I doubt that's true for Kurt and Blaine, and I would rather we were each other's fantasy, not anyone else's."

Rachel headed towards the bathroom and was pleasantly surprised when Santana joined her after only a few minutes.

"What are you doing in here?"

"Conserving water, of course. It's good for the environment and all that shit. Plus, you totally can't reach your back all by yourself, what with your short arms and all."

Rachel shook her head, but as her girlfriend's arms wrapped around her from behind and Santana started kissing her neck where it joined with her shoulder, Rachel found she really couldn't put up any resistance. Santana made her feel beautiful and sexy and really fucking horny, so why should she try to stop her advances?

As Rachel moaned and arched her neck back, Santana pressed her into the wall of the shower. The tile was cold on Rachel's nipples and shorter girl moaned even louder as she felt Santana press her entire body along her back.

"Do you know what you did to me this morning when you reached for your phone, Rach? Your nipples ran along my back, and all I wanted to do was roll over and take one into my mouth. Fuck, the noises you make when I run my tongue along them and then bite down? God, you make me so fucking wet when you moan, babe. Like the noises you're making right now? Are your nipples aching? Do you want me to warm them with my tongue? Is that what you want, Rach?"

Rachel nodded her head jerkily and continued to moan, thrusting her ass back into Santana's pelvis.

"What was that, babe? I didn't quite hear you."

Rachel groaned and said, "Fuck, Tana, please. I need you."

"Need me to do what? Use your words, Rachel."

"I need you to suck my nipples. Please."

"Well, when you say it so nicely…"

With that, Santana spun Rachel around and pushed her back against the wall. She trailed her tongue down Rachel's throat and latched onto Rachel's nipple. She circled it with her tongue and flicked it back and forth until the other girl was writhing against her and gripping the back of her head tightly.

"Tana. Bite me. Mark me."

Santana could only moan and do just that. She grazed her teeth over Rachel's nipple, and then bit down hard at the same time that she thrust her two of her fingers up and into Rachel's wetness. Rachel arched back and almost cracked her head into the wall of the shower, but neither girl seemed to notice.

"Jesus Christ, baby! God, so good. So deep. Fuck."

Santana pulled her mouth back and leaned up to kiss Rachel.

"Wrap your legs around me, baby girl. Let me take you for the ride of your life."

Rachel did just that. Santana gripped her ass tightly with one hand, used the wall for support, and started to fuck Rachel with everything she had.

"Goddamn, you are so fucking amazing, baby girl. I love to make you come undone, to feel how wet I make you, to watch your eyes roll back in your head. Do you feel how deep I am inside you? I can feel you shaking, Rach. Fuck, it makes me so fucking wet to realize that I'm the only one to do this to you. To make you fucking lose control."

Rachel opened her eyes and looked deep into Santana's eyes. "Tana?"

"Yeah, hermosa?"

"I…love when you talk…dirty to me…but I want…you…mmmm….to shut up and…come with me."

Rachel then completely surprised Santana and slid her hand down between their bodies. She rubbed her fingers furiously over Santana's clit.

Santana moaned loudly and came faster than she would have ever expected while Rachel's entire body shook. She bit down hard on Santana's shoulder as she shattered. The bite caused another – slightly less powerful but still strong – orgasm to roll through Santana's body, and Santana savored it as she kissed Rachel softly and helped the smaller girl come down from her own sexual peak. As Rachel took a deep breath and finally pulled away, Santana helped her lower her legs to the shower floor and they both chuckled.

Santana spoke first, "Well, I think we definitely got our workout in for the day."

Rachel just shook her head, and they finished their shower. Santana was in the bedroom getting dressed when she heard Rachel shout.

"Santana!"

Santana rushed into the bathroom in her jeans and a bra and immediately burst out laughing at what Rachel was pointing at. She had a very obvious hickey on her pulse point from last night (probably the one Santana had given her downstairs), and the Diva was definitely not pleased.

"Really, Tana? Was it really necessary to leave one that is almost impossible to cover up?"

"I didn't hear you complaining last night, baby girl."

Rachel huffed but conceded the point.

"Well, I suppose it's only fair since I got you back as well."

Santana turned to look in the mirror and, sure enough, there was the bite mark on her shoulder that Rachel made when she came in the shower.

Santana shrugged and said, "Yeah, I kinda like knowing you couldn't control yourself."

Rachel looked a little uncomfortable and Santana wrapped her arms around her waist and rested her chin on Rachel's shoulder, "I know that you want to save that part of yourself for private, and you know I'm not really wild about parading around my personal life, so if it makes you feel better we'll make a pact."

At Rachel's questioning look in the mirror, Santana continued, "No hickeys in visible places for clothes we wear in public from now on, okay? That way we won't have to worry about trying to cover them up for performances or anything either."

"Are you sure you'd be okay with that? I don't want you to think I'm ashamed of people knowing we have sex, Tana."

Santana kissed her cheek and squeezed her tighter once, then released her.

"I know, Rach. I'm not either. Some things should just be private if we can keep them that way. Plus this way we can find much more interesting places to leave hickeys." Santana raised her eyebrows a few times and smirked, and Rachel poked her in the stomach and laughed.

Then ended up finally making it to the Lima Bean by 12:30 p.m. and that was only by sheer will on Santana's part. Rachel had decided to reward Santana for her understanding about the hickeys by demonstrating a few of the places they could leave them. Pulling Rachel up after she left a hickey at the top of her inner thigh was one of the hardest things Santana had ever had to do. However, they did have all weekend, and Kurt would never let them live it down if they stood him up.

After they grabbed their drinks, the girls spotted Kurt and Blaine sitting in the comfy chairs in their usual corner. Kurt looked a little annoyed and was just reaching for his phone when Santana's voice stopped him.

"You don't have to try to call again, Kurt. We got the other billion messages and we're here now, so chill."

Kurt jumped up and started in almost immediately, "Santana Lopez, if making Rachel late is how you're going to influence her I—Rachel, is that a hickey?"

Blushing furiously, Rachel sat down in her chair. Blaine was smiling fondly at the two of them, and Santana just sat back to enjoy the show. Rachel saw that her girlfriend was going to let her fend for herself on this one, and Santana could tell that there would be retribution later. Oh, well, for now it was fun to watch Rachel scramble for words.

"Well, I wouldn't say that it wasn't a hickey—"

"Double-negative, querida," Santana sing-songed in a low voice.

"Tana, you're not helping."

"I'm just saying. You're always saying it's very important to make sure that everything is grammatically correct."

"If you don't stop being an ass on purpose, I'll show you how grammatically correct I can be when I tell you you're sleeping on the couch tonight, sweetums."

"'Sweetums'? Really?"

Rachel smirked.

"You started it."

Turning back to their friends, Rachel noticed Kurt and Blaine's shared looks of humor at their expense.

Rachel straightened her shoulders and decided to be direct (these were their friends after all).

"In answer to your question, Kurt, yes, this is a hickey. Sometimes those happen in the heat of the moment as I'm sure you know since you have one as well."

Kurt glanced down quickly, and when he realized there was nothing there, he looked up sheepishly and laughed along with the others at Rachel's joke.

"I suppose I deserved that. Well, anyway, how is it being back together? Did you two have a good Valentine's Day?"

"It was awesome. How about you? You boys get to have any 'fun' at all?"

Blaine blushed and Kurt looked down into his cup, and Santana raised a hand in high-five to Blaine, "Way to go, Warbler!"

"Santana, leave them alone."

"What, I can't be happy that my friends were having as much fun as we were? Well, maybe not as much fun…"

The joking and teasing went back and forth as the friends talked about their nights. Rachel noticed that Kurt turned down about five phone calls throughout the conversation, and he looked stressed enough about it that she decided she would ask him about it later.

The four of them spent almost the entire rest of the day at the coffee shop laughing and talking about what they were looking forward to about Regionals. When Sebastian showed up again, they did their best to ignore him, and Blaine got in a good jab when he asked Sebastian if the reason he was such a bastard was because he wasn't getting any. Santana had never been more proud of him, and Blaine simply maintained that it was because he spent too much time around the Latina. Santana saw no problem with that. Sebastian was an ass, and Blaine had been the most hurt by him, especially physically.

That night, Santana and Rachel lay in bed and watched The Philadelphia Story. Apparently, Santana was a closeted classic movie fan. Since many classic musicals were in the form of classic films, the girls agreed to switch off between musical and non-musical black and white films. Santana was lying on her back, and Rachel had her head resting on her chest as she traced patterns with her fingers over Santana's stomach. Both girls were completely naked, and they were splayed out in a post-orgasmic stupor. Rachel couldn't help giggling as Santana quoted the lines, and the two simply enjoyed being together.

"Tana?"

"'C.K. Dexter Haven, you show unexpected depth!' Hmmm? What's up, baby girl?"

"Were you serious about wanting to go to Julliard? To sing?"

Santana glanced down at Rachel and stroked her hand through her girlfriend's hair, "Yeah, I definitely was. I mean, my grades are decent, and I know I can get good recs from Ms. Corcoran (Rachel stiffened a little) and Mr. Schue. Why?"

"I just wanted to know if you'd applied or anything. I've been working on my NYADA audition all year, and my applications went in awhile ago. I just wanted to see if you'd thought about it."

"Way ahead of you, Rach. I applied two months ago. I also applied to a lot of other schools in New York and on the East Coast."

Rachel glanced up at her and looked really surprised, "Two months ago? But we were still together then. Why didn't you tell me?"

"It was going to be a surprise. Then when we broke up, I just didn't think you'd want to hear it. Plus I won't hear anything for another month or two. So I didn't want to get either of our hopes up, you know? Plus I don't know if you've noticed, but you're really fucking distracting, hermosa, and I haven't really been able to think past being in love with you this week."

Rachel smiled and leaned up to thoroughly kiss Santana. She pulled back and smiled. "Well, I applied to a number of schools with strong musical theater programs in the New York area. So we can nervously wait together, okay?"

Santana nodded and leaned close, pulling Rachel in for another kiss. When she pulled back, with love in her eyes, she whispered, "I love you, Rachel."

"I love you, Santana."

"Now can we rewind the movie? I love this part and your yapping made us miss the entire thing."

Rachel smacked Santana's stomach, and their cuddling turned into a tickling wrestle match. Neither one cared who won (though if you asked Santana would say she won, and Rachel would just roll her eyes as she rewound the DVD).

On Monday morning, Rachel and Santana walked into school hand-in-hand. They had never been happier, and they couldn't help touching one another in some small way. They were so lost in their world in fact that when Kurt came up to them, he had to call each of their names three times before they answered.

"What?" Santana snapped, not really irritated, just distracted.

"Jeez, if I have to pry you two apart with a crowbar all the time, this is going to get really old really fast."

Blaine just chuckled and said, "Come on, Kurt, they're cute!"

"I am hot, not cute, thank you very much," Santana said. "However, she's cute," Santana pointed to Rachel, "So you can call her that."

"Ha, ha. Thanks. Did you want something specific, Kurt?" Rachel asked.

"Well, I just wanted to get your advice on something. I told Blaine and he isn't mad at me. We're just trying to figure out what to do about it."

Kurt explained that on Friday at the Valentine's Day party, he'd found out that Dave Karofsky was the one who had been sending Kurt love notes, and that he had admitted to being in love with Kurt. Kurt turned him down as politely as possible, though some stupid jocks from his school made him run out of there in fear before they could talk further. Kurt spent the weekend ignoring multiple phone calls from Karofsky until he had finally gotten the courage to tell Blaine about it. Now, the calls were coming every five minutes or so and Kurt didn't know what to do.

"Well, Karofsky is way in the closet. I think you need to talk to him." This came from Santana.

At Kurt's look of surprise, Santana went on, "I've been where he is mentally and it is not a pretty place. You want to be who you are, but you don't want to get hurt. Then you tell someone you like them and they don't like you back? That is the worst. It makes you feel completely helpless and alone. Talk to him. Let him know you're there for him even if you can't be there romantically. I'll speak to him too if you want. We did 'date' for a little while after all."

"Thanks, Santana. I really needed to hear that. I'll go give him a call back now and see if we can meet for coffee or something after school. I'll ask if it's okay if Blaine and you two join, but if not I'll go myself and start the conversation." Kurt went off to make the call and Blaine thanked Santana.

"He's been really nervous about what to do since he was so terrified of Karofsky for so long."

"Yeah, I get that. I'm glad he wants to try to help him still, though. We all know it's hard taking those first steps out of the closet."

Santana smiled as Rachel took her hand, "I'm proud of you, Tana. That was really sweet."

"Well, what can I say? I'm only this sweet around you, baby girl."

Blaine was smiling with the girls when Kurt joined them once more. Glancing up, they all realized immediately that something was wrong.

"Kurt? What's wrong?"

Kurt was shaking, "I called. His dad picked up."

Rachel reached out and took Kurt's hand, "What did he say, Kurt?"

"Karofsky tried to commit suicide this morning."

Additional note: Hey, all. I'm sorry to end on such a sad note. During the show, I had to leave the room for that beginning scene where Karofsky's father found him. The next chapter will probably have some upsetting scenes, but it is vital to tell this side of the story of GLBT youth. I hope you stick with me and keep all those who feel there is no other way out in your thoughts and in your hearts. Please review, and I will try to get the next chapter out within the week.