Authors note: So one last chapter before I go back to work tomorrow. From now on we're back to the one chapter a week schedule I'm afraid, the next being Saturday or Sunday next weekend.
So I'm not sure where some of the stuff in this chapter came from and I'm not sure exactly how well it works in to the story overall, but I kind of like it and I don't want to delete or not post it. Let me know what you think.
And thanks for all the good wishes, I am (obviously) feeling quite a bit better now.
This chapter is pretty much unedited, so please forgive any typos or errors.
They both must have dozed off at some point because the next thing Santana knows she's being shaken awake from a rather enjoyable dream. She's still half asleep when her eyes flicker open and the first thing she sees is Rachel's face smiling down at her. Santana smiles back, her hand rising almost entirely automatically to slip behind Rachel's neck and she pulls the girl down for a kiss. Even though it doesn't last long, even though it's not a huge romantic kiss and even though it's just two pairs of lips pressed together for a few seconds, it's enough to leave both girls breathless for a few moments.
"Well, hello to you too Santana." Rachel says when she catches her breath.
Santana suddenly realizes that this isn't a dream, that this Rachel is real and that she's just kissed Rachel. Again. She bolts upright on the bed and swings her feet off and onto the floor.
"I'm sorry…" she blurts "I-I didn't mean too… I'll just go…"
But before she can stand, Rachel's hand closes around her arm, "No, it's 2am and I'm not letting you drive anywhere at this time of night. I only woke you so you could change and get into bed properly."
Santana finally notices the sweat pants and tank top lying folded next to her on the bed and that Rachel has apparently already changed into her own tank top and shorts. Very short shorts. Santana's eyes flick between the door, Rachel and the sleepwear, her still half-asleep brain unable to decide what would be the best thing to do right now, until Rachel sighs.
"You're not going anywhere Santana, so you might as well get changed and get into bed." Rachel says in a tone that brooks no argument.
"But… I…" Santana starts the tails off.
"You kissed me, for the second time." Rachel says grinning slightly at Santana's awkwardness, "I kind of liked it, both times." This time she laughs as Santana blushes and looks away, "This doesn't have to be awkward, okay? Look at it this way, we've had sex, I've had your penis in my mouth for goodness sake. If we haven't let that make things awkward, why should a kiss or two?"
That really doesn't help Santana because now the memory of Rachel going down on her floats in her mind.
"Can I at least get some privacy to change?" she asks finally giving in to the inevitable.
"No."
"No?"
"No" Rachel confirms with a smirk though her cheeks turn a light shade of red, "Maybe I want to find out of my memory of that night is as accurate as I think it is."
Santana knows a challenge when she hears one and she isn't about to back down from one right now. She pulls off her sneakers and socks and drops them next to the bed. Her uniform top is next and she looks around for a moment before folding it over the chair at Rachel's desk where her skirt and spankies join it a few moments later leaving the Latina standing in sports bra and compression shorts. She glances over at Rachel an eyebrow raised but the diva is still sitting on the bed watching her evenly, so she reaches behind herself and releases the fasteners on her bra before peeling it off and dropping it onto the pile of her clothes.
She doesn't even pause before pushing the compression shorts down over her hips groaning with relief as she springs free. Like always when she takes them off, she starts getting hard pretty much immediately but instead of the partial erection she's used to when taking off the shorts, the knowledge that Rachel is watching her just makes her so much harder. She makes a point of folding the shorts and arranging her clothes before turning back to the bed to see Rachel's reaction.
"It's bigger than I remember." Rachel says absently before turning bright red and covering her mouth with her hand.
"I'll take that as a complement."
Santana takes the few steps over to the bed and reaches out to pick up the sweat pants, but Rachel's hand stops her.
"Will you be able to sleep like that?" the diva asks.
Santana glances down, "Usually when it's this… um… hard" she blushes, "I take care of it. But it'll go away its own."
"Take care of it?" Rachel asks, finally looking up at Santana
"Masturbate Rachel" Santana rolls her eyes as she crosses her arms, "I usually masturbate."
"Okay" Rachel nod.
Santana reaches for the sweat pants again but Rachel's hand stops her again.
"What?" Santana demands a little hotly.
Rachel gestures towards Santana's crotch, "Aren't you going to take care of it?"
Frankly given the glances Rachel was giving to a certain piece of her anatomy, Santana was surprised that she hadn't exploded all over the place already and that thought causes the image of herself coming all over Rachel's face as the girl licks her lips to float through Santana's mind. She shakes her head to clear her mind.
"Seriously?!"
"I just don't want you to be uncomfortable Santana."
Santana huffs and turns towards the door leading to the en-suite but only manages to take two steps before Rachel speaks again.
"Where are you going?"
The Latina rolls her eyes, though fully aware that Rachel can't see that at this point, and answers, "To 'take care of it', or did you want to watch?" she snaps.
It's the silence that makes Santana turn. She had expected a word of denial from the diva but instead there was nothing and when she turns to look, the brunette's cheeks are even redder than they were. Rachel isn't looking at her and Santana chews on her lower lip for a moment. She could admit the idea of Rachel watching was a turn on, she was so hard right now it was actually beginning to be painful and if she didn't do something about it soon…
"Do you want to watch?" she asks softly.
She almost doesn't see Rachel's very slight nod but she crosses back to the bed and lies down in the same spot she had dozed off on earlier.
"Got any lube?"
It might not take much to give her release, but Santana considers she might as well enjoy it. Rachel almost springs off the bed, pulling a box out from underneath; she extracts a small tube and passes it to the Latina after she pushes the box back under the bed. Interesting, Santana decides she'll have to investigate that later. The Latina waits for a moment to see if Rachel might offer her hand but when the diva makes no move, she applies some of the lube to her own before wrapping it around her cock and starting to stroke.
Santana keeps her eyes on Rachel whose eyes in turn track her hand moving up and down her shaft while she chews on her lower lip. The diva's eyes seem darker to the Latina and just as Santana starts to pant a little, Rachel's lower lips pops free and she too seems to be breathing slightly harder and that's all it takes to push Santana over the edge. Her eyes slam shut of their own accord, her hips pushing up even though there's nothing to push against, and ropes of cum are pumped all over her stomach as she moans with pleasure.
When Santana catches her breath and opens her eyes again, Rachel is staring at the Latina's stomach with wide eyes then she seems to instantly pull herself together and is offering Santana baby wipes and tissues. Santana cleans herself off as Rachel watches, tossing the used tissues into a nearby trash can and when she turns back to the bed she finds the diva about to climb under the covers.
"Don't you need to… you know… take care of something?" Santana asks.
Rachel just shakes her head and while Santana is pretty sure she's not telling the entire truth she doesn't argue the point. She has no idea why Rachel wanted to watch her or why it was so easy to let her, but that was something to consider another day because right now it's after 2 am and she seriously needs to get some sleep. She sits up on the bed, picking up the clothing Rachel put out for her but tosses them aside before climbing under the covers naked.
"Aren't you going to put those on?" Rachel asks
Santana shakes her head, "I prefer to sleep naked and I don't see much point given what you've just watched."
They lie on their backs side by side for a few moments before Rachel says more to herself than anyone else, "That doesn't have to make things awkward."
Santana isn't sure if the 'that' Rachel refers to is her current nakedness or the show she just put on for Rachel, but she answers anyway.
"You've had my cock in your mouth remember." Santana teases, trying to lighten the mood a little, "If that didn't make things awkward, why would this?"
Rachel doesn't answer but a few moments later she curls into Santana's side just as she had done when they had both first lay down.
When Santana wakes up she finds herself alone in the bed. The lack of another body curled against hers isn't surprising, she knows Rachel gets up at stupid o'clock even at the weekends, but she is kind of sad that Rachel wasn't there. Waking up next to the girl had to be pretty nice and Santana didn't miss that this was the second time she's woken up without Rachel after spending the night in bed with her.
At least this time she remembers that the girl had been there.
Memories from the previous night floated through her still half asleep mind. Standing there as she stripped naked, her cock painfully hard as Rachel's eyes devoured her. She had no idea what had come over her, to be able to stand naked and engorged in front of another human being without feeling even a modicum of shame, embarrassment or the need to hide. To have actually stripped voluntarily, willingly showing herself to the other girl and then jerking off…
No one had seen her naked in… well, Santana couldn't remember the last time, probably her parents some time when she was still a kid. Her doctor (medical, not Dr Michaels) had seen parts of her of course at check-ups, but the Latina was never totally naked in front of that women. And she'd always been very careful around everyone, friends at sleep overs and especially in the Cheerios locker room, so as not to give away her secret.
And then to have masturbated in front of her, specifically so she could watch. Santana just really couldn't comprehend it, how comfortable she felt around the other girl, how willing to do pretty much whatever Rachel asked. But then maybe it was the need she felt for the girl and the fact that it hadn't been the first time Rachel had seen her naked and that thought brought back other memories which Santana can't help but grin at.
The Latina looks around and finds the sweat pants and tank top she had discarded last night neatly folded on Rachel's side of the bed along with what looks like a clean towel which is probably for her use. She wonders for a moment why the baby wipes, tissues and lube are standing on the bedside table on her side of the bed, she remembers Rachel dropping the boxes onto the floor at her side of the bed the previous night, and then cringes as she glances down at the tent she was creating in the comforter. Was she that hard when Rachel woke up? The diva was going to think she was a nymphomaniac at this rate.
She debated going into the bathroom since it would be weird to do it in Rachel's bed, but then she'd done it on Rachel's bad last night with the diva watching and that hadn't been… well okay that had been weird but would doing it while Rachel wasn't there be worse? In the end she gave up trying to figure it out and took the sign that the Lube was right there as an indication that Rachel didn't mind. So she kicks off the covers, pulls over the other girls pillow so she can smell her scent, and once again makes herself orgasm while lying on Rachel's bed.
The shower is long and refreshing, but Santana notes that Rachel's soaps and shampoos seem to smell much better on the diva than they do on her. She emerges from the en-suite wrapped in a towel since she has no idea who might have wandered into Rachel's room while she was in the shower but the room is still empty. She pulls on her sports bra and compression shorts (though she doesn't really want to put them on) before pulling Rachel's tank top and sweat pants over them, finding that they actually fit quite well.
She's almost out of the room before she remembers the box and given how spotless Rachel keeps the bedroom, it takes no time at all to extract it from under the bed. Santana's not sure what she was expecting to find when she opens the top but it certainly wasn't what she actually found. As well as a collection of different types of lube, some flavored Santana notices, plus wipes and various cleaning materials; Rachel has the largest collection of toys Santana has ever seen.
There are a number of different types and sizes of vibrator and dildos, some love eggs apparently with remote controls, some things Santana can't identify, a couple of cock rings for some reason that the Latina can't fathom, a Magic Wand very much like Santana's own and, most surprisingly of all, a harness that looked like some of the dildo's could be attached to it. Santana pulls out a padded spanking paddle and examines it with surprise, who was Rachel planning to use that with?
"Wanky..."
Once Santana has repacked the box and shoved it back under the bed, she takes a moment to snoop around the upper floor of Rachel's house. She avoids Rachel's Dad's room, which the diva had pointed out to her the previous day, and discovers a large bathroom and what appeared to be an office. Appeared because there seemed to be a lot of stuff stored in there too along with a desk, chair and small rolling filing cabinet in one corner. Santana wonders exactly what will happen when Rachel has her baby, there didn't seem to be any space for a nursery.
She finally finds Rachel in the kitchen dancing along to whatever is playing through her iPod headphones while apparently trying to cook something. Santana leans against the archway that leads from the living room into the kitchen and dining room and appreciates the diva until she finally turns around and jumps at Santana's presence. The diva splits the pancakes she's been making onto two plates that are sitting on the table before placing the pan back on the stove and pulling the headphones from her ears.
"So you're up then." She observes with a smirk, "Or should I say you're awake then, since you were 'up' earlier."
"I took care of that before I got out of bed." Santana deadpans, "Hope you don't mind."
"I'm already pregnant, what's the worst that could happen?" Rachel shrugs.
"Are your Dad's around today?"
"No, they went away for the weekend." Rachel says passing Santana a note, "They didn't want to wake us when they looked in on us yesterday before they left." She chuckles at Santana's look of alarm, "Before we actually went to bed." She adds.
"And they were okay with us…?"
"I'm already pregnant Santana, what's the worst that could happen?" Rachel repeats.
Santana shrugs, "Does that mean I can take off these compression shorts?" she asks.
"Why did you even put them on?"
"Well, because I didn't know if I'd bump into your dads." Santana supplies, "Or if you minded me going commando in your sweat pants, or if I was going to be spending any time here."
"And now you are planning on spending time here?"
"Well, you made pancakes…"
Rachel rolls her eyes, "Just go take them off."
But Santana doesn't go anywhere, she just stands, pushes the sweat pants off her hips and down her legs before kicking them off and removes the compression shorts with a sigh of relief before pulling the sweat pants back on. When Santana looks up she laughs at the expression on Rachel's face.
"What?"
Rachel can apparently only wave her hand at Santana, "You… just…"
Santana smirks, "It's nothing you haven't had a very good look at before Rach."
"But it's unsanitary!" Rachel declares, which causes Santana to burst out laughing, "What?" the diva demands.
"It's not like I rubbed it on the table or something." Santana says, "And besides, you're the one that had it in her mouth."
Santana reaches over and relieves Rachel of one of the plates of pancakes and digs in while Rachel just stares at her with red cheeks and her mouth hanging open.
"Oh and by the way, I put your lube back in your toy box." She adds with a wink.
Santana excuses herself just after noon with the promise of returning in a couple of hours and head over to her home. They had been curled up together watching musicals on the sofa in Rachel's living room when the Latina received a response to the text she sent a couple of hours before and so she climbs the stairs to her room, flips open her laptop, logs in to Skype and waits.
Fifteen minutes later, and only five minutes late which was a minor miracle, her father's name appears on her contact list and moments later she receives an incoming call. Santana had spent the last fifteen minutes trying to work out how to tell her parents what she needed to tell them, but hadn't come up with any way other than the obvious.
The picture comes up and her parents are apparently sitting at a desk somewhere in front of large plate glass windows, Santana isn't sure if they are sitting in a hotel room of an office somewhere. The cityscape that is visible behind her parents is not familiar to Santana but it's obvious that it's a different time of day wherever they are. And despite the fact that they had called to speak to her, her parents were still flicking through piles of paper on the desk in front of them.
"I hope this is important Mi'ja" her Papi says, "Your mother and I are very busy right now."
And with that any thought of sugar coating the news went straight out of Santana's head.
"Mami, Papi, I need access to my trust."
"We talked about this Santana" Her father says, "If you want a new car you have to save up from your already generous allowance."
Santana rolls her eyes even though they've still to look at her, "This isn't about a car Papi, I got a girl pregnant."
That got a reaction, her father actually freeze for a full five count before slowly (and finally) looking up at the screen. Her mother actually drops the reference book she had been holding that landed with a huge thump that didn't quite cover her gasp of shock. Santana's mother blinks rapidly at the screen as if she can't process the information she just received, but her father looks more calculating.
"Rachel Berry?" he asks.
Santana's jaw falls open and she's pretty sure she's doing that thing she's seen the characters in Disney cartoons do when she watches them with Brittany and Quinn, where their jaw hits the floor and their eyes bug out. Never in her life would she have guessed her father would have picked that name out of god knows where.
"What… How…?"
"Mi'ja you've talked about her ever since you met her, the little girl with the big voice, how much you loved to listen to her sing. The first thing you told me when you're friends persuaded you to join that glee club was that Rachel Berry was the star."
Santana is beginning to wonder if she was the only one that didn't realize she had feelings for the little diva.
"Are you sure it's yours Mi'ja? If she found out about your trust fund…"
"No one knows about the trust fund Papi, not even Quinn and Brittany. I had to persuade her to even let me be involved because she was scared we'd both get stuck in Lima." Santana shakes her head that looks back at her father, "No Papi, I trust her. If she says its mine, its mine."
"And she's keeping the child?"
"That or adoption." Santana says but quickly adds "But I plan to file for custody if she decides on adoption."
"So you're serious about this then?" Her father asks.
"Deadly."
Silence falls again and her father seems to be deep in thought so Santana's takes a moment to check out her mother's reaction and is surprised to find she's crying. "Mami?"
Between her sniffs, her mother gets one word out, "Grandchild."
Santana can't help but smile. She was an only child, her parents never trying for another baby themselves and though they never talked about why, sometimes Santana wonders if they were scared to have another child with the same condition as her. Her parents had been told long before she could understand that there was little chance of her having children and maybe that was why they had started to spend as much time away from home as they had.
"Yeah Mami, a grandchild."
"Okay" her father says, "I need to be there in person to release your trust in full, but I'll call the lawyer and arrange as much access as I can until we get back."
"Papi, I need the Lima House too." Santana adds.
After a long argument with her parents, they had finally agreed to give Santana access to what they had always called the Lima House, even although the house they now lived in was also in Lima. They hadn't been happy with her plans but she had pointed out to them that she'd lived along for the best part of six months in the last year anyway and if her plans concluded as she thought they would, she'd be spending a lot less time alone.
Once they had finally agreed, Santana had made additional calls. It was going to take some time to get everything sorted, the basement was going to take the longest it turned out, but thankfully the house had been redecorated and furnished a couple of years ago and with the regular attendance of a housekeeper, there was only a few things that needed to be taken care of.
A little less than two hours later Santana was back standing on Rachel's doorstep as promised with an overnight bag on her shoulder and a satisfied smile on her face. Rachel opens the door with a beaming smile on her lips and Santana can't help it, she steps forward and presses her lips against Rachel's cheek once more.
She giggles at the flush that covers Rachel's cheeks as they exchange hellos and Rachel leads her into the living room once more. They settle down onto the sofa once more, Rachel curling into Santana just as she had when they had went to bed in the early hours of that morning and Santana once again kisses Rachel, this time on the forehead.
"Is it okay for me to kiss you like that?" she asks quietly. When Rachel just nods, she adds "And at school next week?"
"If you want to."
Authors Footnote: Next chapter or two will be valentines day. Any thoughts on what Santana has planned?