Here goes chapter 11. Don't hate me if there is a cliffhanger at the end. (There is certainly a cliffhanger) I promise to update soon. Thanks again for the amazing reviews everyone. You guys are absolutely inspiring.
Rachel's POV:
School officially starts on Monday which I'm outright excited about. I haven't necessarily been opposed to the frequent parties that Santana would force me to frequent with her, but I'm excited to be starting my last year of High School. I am also however quite nervous about how Santana will act around her friends now that I can officially call her my girlfriend. Well, I know that Brittany and Quinn both know. Brittany appears to be rather upset about it, and Quinn just glares at me like I figuratively kicked her puppy. Whatever the case, Santana is having a party at her house tonight, and I'm quite anxious to see how everything goes now that probably everyone knows that we're seeing each other. Wow, we're actually dating, who would have thought, right?
Just as I pull the blankets off myself to stand up, I feel a steady arm wrap around my waist, pressing me down into the bed. I look down to see that Santana is lying on top of me with her head on my chest and her lower half between my legs.
I shift uncomfortably, feeling that familiar arousal pooling between my legs. Why is it that Santana is the only one that's been able to do this to me? She isn't even doing anything, and I'm worked up.
I look down at the crown of her head, brushing the dark stands of hair that dare to keep me from seeing that beautiful face and I can't help but smile as she furrows her eyebrows at my action.
A few moments pass of me running my fingers through her messy mane before she speaks.
"Why don't you take a picture Rach? That way you can totally perv on it instead." she asks sleepily, still managing that playful tone I adore so much.
"Well that's no fun. I simply just can't do the things to a picture that I desire to do to you."
I teasingly bite back. That seemed to have gotten her attention because she practically springs up with an inquisitive eyebrow raised. She puts Quinn's trademark eyebrow to shame.
"Oh? And what is it that you would like to do to me Rach, I mean… We've got all day to make things happen."
She smirks and wriggles her eyebrows.
I smack her playfully on the arm and stand up to put the sweats and t-shirt that I found sprawled out over the floor. I certainly caught Santana's leering eyes, but I had other ideas.
"Santana, can I ask you something?"
I sat down on the edge of the bed timidly looking Santana in her eyes, preparing myself to ask my next question. Santana and I have been on a date before, but neither of us had actually asked if it was something that we wanted to do. We've been officially dating for just a few days, and that night was absolutely perfect for me, and the sex was well…. No, I can't think of that right now. I need to give Santana a perfect night of her own. I need to ask her on a date. I would take pleasure in wooing one, Santana Lopez. She surely deserves it.
"I know that you're throwing a party at your house tonight, but before that, I would love if you would give me the opportunity to take you on a date. So, will you go on a date with me tonight Santana Lopez?"
I smiled nervously, not quite sure what her initial response would be. All that doubt was washed away when she smiled that stunning smile at me.
"Why Rachel, are you trying to woo me?"
Oh god, is she reading my mind? I knew she said she had a psychic Mexican third eye, but I never thought she was serious!
"W-well yes I am, but if you don't want me to woo you then-"
I was cut off by soft plump lips pressing against my mouth. Even after three days of those lips constantly on mine, the action still managed to make my breath hitch.
It wasn't long before I melted into her embrace and passionately kissed her back. Hands began to roam and our tongues made their way into each other's mouths. I had to practically peel myself away from her, begrudgingly of course, but I wanted as little as contact as possible until after our date. I needed it to be special, even if that meant having to wait to kiss those lips again… God, they just look so darn good… Maybe just one more kiss and then…
I smirked and pulled Santana back against me and switched our positions so I was on top of her.
Well, so much for that theory.
As soon as Santana's fingers made their way to the band of my sweatpants I peeled myself away, shooting out of the bed.
"So! You better go and get ready Santana Lopez, because I'm going to woo your socks off!"
There was definitely more huskiness in that sentence than I wanted there to be, and by the smirk on Santana's face, I knew she could tell just how much I wanted her.
"Woo my socks off huh Rach? Well, I'm not wearing socks right now." She stood and dropped the blanket from her body. I quickly turned my head away, not chancing a glance at the body I just couldn't resist touching. "I'm actually not wearing much of anything…"
Oh she's good.
"Well! I have to go downstairs and well, I have to uhm… You know… Eat food and things of that sort. It's highly important to eat breakfast. It's the most important meal of the day."
I slid out of the door, lightly closing it behind me.
This whole, "try to have as little contact as possible" until after the date decision is already appearing to be unbearable. I'm Rachel Barbara Berry, and I can control myself. Now, all I have to do is believe that and I'll be fine.
Santana's POV:
So what if I'm a little nervous right now? I'm still a badass. Oh fuck, who am I kidding? This is my first official date, and I'm losing my mind. I'm sure Rachel is just as nervous as I am, if not more nervous. She looked like she was going to barf when she asked me out.
I smile at the thought of the face she was making when she asked me out as I take another glance of myself in the mirror. I critically eye my outfit, searching for any imperfections. When I don't find any I sigh and smooth down the sides of the deep red dress that I'm wearing that definitely shows off all of my curves. I smirk when I think about the look that's going to be on Rachel's face when she sees what I have on under this dress. She knew that I owned lingerie from the night she stayed over, but she certainly hasn't seen me wearing it. I so can't wait to see the look on her face when she sees what's in store for her.
Before I could further delve into what would be happening after our date, I heard the doorbell. I looked over at the clock and raised an eyebrow, noticing that it was almost an hour earlier than Rachel said she would pick me up, but I shrug it off. It's now or never Lopez, let's not keep Rachel waiting.
I slid on my pumps and carefully walk down the stairs. When I got to the door, I took a deep breath and slowly opened it. The excited smile was wiped off my face when I saw a very upset looking Quinn at my front door. Why does her timing always interfere with my plans?
I eyed the girl standing in front of me, somewhat confused by her upset appearance. I've never seen her look so torn; it just wasn't very Quinn-like at all.
"Alright Preggers, what's up? I have a date I needs to be attending in an hour and I won't be able to do that if you go into labor on my porch."
The torn look on her face was replaced by a scowl as she walked past me into my house, not bothering to wait for an invitation.
"Well, come on in. Not that an invitation to come into my house was necessary." I stated sarcastically.
"What's your angle with Berry?"
Well so much for being frugal. This girl sure gets right to the point, and I'm not surprised. It's Quinn after all.
I immediately went into defensive mode and crossed my arms over my chest. There is no way this girl is going to come into my house and accuse me of anything.
"Not that it's any of your business Lucy Q, but the only angle I have with Rachel is to make her as happy as I can, and if you assume anything else then the door is right there." I suggest, gesturing towards the open door she so rudely entered.
"Why Berry? Did the breakup with Brittany hurt so bad that you had to stoop down to Manhand Berry's level? Bravo."
At this point I was visibly upset. I stepped forward to Quinn so we were just inches apart.
"First of all, Britt and I were never technically dating. Secondly, what's your problem with Rachel? There is certainly no stooping down to Rachel's level, have you seen her? She has more singing talent than you could ever even dream of, and she's probably the only one that's going to actually do something with her life and make it out of this fucking town. What is your fucking problem with me Q!?"
I couldn't tell what she was feeling at that moment. I never could. Ever since I met Quinn, I couldn't read her. She always had her walls up, and whenever she felt attacked, she would turn into the ice queen that she's notorious for being.
"Why does Rachel have to take everything from me? She took Finn, she took all the talent… She took you…"
I had no idea what to say. Quinn looked so vulnerable. It broke my heart.
"Q, I haven't gone anywhere. I'm right here. I'm always going to be your friend."
She turned her face away and I could see a stray tear run down her face, and I couldn't help but wipe it away. Have I been ignoring her when she needed me? At that moment I felt like a horrible friend.
"I don't want you as a friend Santana. I've never wanted you as a friend."
She mumbled that sentence out, but I could make it out clearly. Had our friendship meant so little that Quinn didn't even want me as a friend anymore? It was my turn to put my walls up and become defensive, but I didn't move.
"You know what Quinn? Fine! If you never wanted to be my friend then just leave. Why would you pretend to be my friend if-"
I was suddenly frozen in place as Quinn's arms wrapped against my waist and pulled me flush against her body and she pressed her lips softly against mine. When I realized what she was doing I pushed her back. That was NOT okay…
Just as I pushed Quinn away, I heard a familiar voice sob and the distinct sound of my front door slamming shut.
"Fuck!... Rachel!"
