A/N: Alright guys, here is chapter 21, filled with the little pezberry interaction I promised ;) I hope I don't dissapoint, I myself think it's a pretty damn good start that will lead to more pezberry goodness. This one is also unbeta'd, I'm not sure how long it would have taken for her to fix it up since she still has the other one, so for now I'l leave it up until she has time to work on it. Then repost when it's edited.

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(Tuesday, November 1st Rachel's Pov)

I wake to Santana's head buried against my thick fur; I'm lying on my side with her resting below my front legs, face pressed into my belly. Her arm is slung around my side as she sleeps contently, I'm thankful that I haven't suffocated her during our slumber. It must still be dark out, as I have yet to change back, my body seems to be still used to waking up at early hours. I'm not even tired anymore, in fact, I feel reenergized and ready to go. I've got this sudden burst of tingly energy that I'm not sure what to do with. Santana shifts, then she is stretching languidly against me and tightening her hold over my extremely warm body. It feels really damn good for me to finally to be with her, every time they kept us apart earlier, all I wanted to do was rip them a new one and then run after Santana to claim what is mine. And, Santana is without a doubt 'mine' I sense it, I feel it, I feel her, she has taken hold of something inside of me and filled it with everything that is uniquely 'her'

When our eyes locked for the first time after I had changed into this colossal sized werewolf, it all clicked, we clicked and everything slid into its rightful place. No longer did I feel that missing piece, I felt whole. Santana Lopez is mine, I plan to let her, and everyone else in this house know it. Last night, well, earlier, before Riley let me loose, she had fed me steak that was almost raw, at first I tried to resist, but my hunger was too great and I gave in, devouring every piece along with lapping up two bowls of water. Riley helped calm me down after that, making sure I wasn't going to attempt another vicious escape. Somehow, eating mixed with her kind words and encouragements and not to mention the petting, relaxed me quite a bit. Enough to reassure her to let me venture out of the barricade blocking me from my girl. Once I was out, her and my daddy took turns taking photos of me with Quinn's expensive looking camera. I was made to pose in several positions, and by their laughs, I just knew they were amused by the whole situation. To be honest, it was fun; I can understand them when they talk, so it was easy for me to go in the direction they wanted me. Only, I started getting restless and had an urge to go outside, my bladder was telling me it was time to go. I whined for Riley's attention and stared at the stairs, hoping she would get the hint.

She looked down, ruffling my head and asking what was wrong, 'what's up, little wolf?' I turned to her as she spoke, but her mouth didn't move, her voice wisped through my head, invading my mind. It felt weird, but I remember trying it back,

'Riley? Can you hear me; can we really talk this way without actually…speaking?'

'Yes, all werewolves have a telepathic link to each other, so now that you have turned, you can speak to Aris, Devon, and me like this. What is it that you need, are you ready to go see Santana, without losing control?' I'm always ready to see Santana, I needed to see her, but first, I needed to pee. I told Riley this and she laughed, I glared as best I could, which made her laugh harder. Finally, after she calmed down, she led me outside to my backyard, where I roamed for a good while.

When I tired out, Riley had told me I should go lie down with Santana and Quinn in my room. I didn't object. At first sight, seeing them both curled up to one another so closely on my bed, caused a low growl to pass through my bared teeth. I'm not sure if it was jealousy from Quinn being where I should against my fiery Latina, or jealousy from not being included at all. Riley had laid a gentle hand on the back of my head, scratching lightly and calming me instantly. I looked up at her, she nodded her head toward the bed, giving me the o.k., I took it and wasted no time in padding to my bed and jumping my heavy body up there. It caused both sleeping beauties and the bed to shake from the movement, I stilled, hoping for some reason that I did not wake them. Quinn groaned and her eyes fluttered before she rolled over and away from Santana, who did nothing but snore louder. She is one hell of a heavy sleeper. I managed to plop in between them carefully, Quinn sighed out and rolled more, and then she gasped and rolled back to me, instantly curling up against me. All while still sleeping. I felt bad for taking up the majority of the bed, but not bad enough to ever move. Hell, I had two pretty, no, gorgeous girls snuggled into me, would you ever want to move? I think not.

I believe I fell asleep for what seemed like five seconds, then was jolted awake by Riley smushing in behind Quinn. They kept me awake as her and Quinn talked quietly, whispering to each other. It was all heart breaking to hear, they have so many feelings for one another, Quinn's being unsure. The tension built up fast and then sexual tension overlapped and took over. I could smell them both; they were producing this musky, yet sweet aroma. They were undoubtedly aroused and both of them smelt so damn good. Riley abruptly shot off the bed, and then there was more talking. A few minutes passed by before Riley was leaning over San and me, she kissed us goodnight, and then Quinn, before leaving my room. What happened next left me rooted to the spot, unable to move or react in any way. Quinn sighed out frustrated, then laid her head down on my side, resting it there. Her arousal was strong, her scent completely filling the room as she slid her hand down and past her panties. I was stunned and admittedly turned on, and to make matters worse, Devon and Aris appeared out of nowhere and watched on while Quinn explored herself.

All of their arousal, moans, and whimpers of pleasure mixed into an equally exciting and torturous waiting game. While I was so engrossed in listening, smelling, and becoming so very turned on, a scent that was new and strong, heady and intoxicating overpowered everything and then all I could smell was Santana, aroused, and just as turned on as the rest of us. She was all I could focus on even as Quinn and Devon came undone. I vaguely heard Quinn scream out Riley's name, but my thoughts were on Santana, about how I wish I were changed back so that I could taste her, so that I could lose myself in everything 'her'. Santana though, had her eyes glued to Quinn, and all though Quinn was laying her head on top of me, I didn't think that Santana had even noticed me yet, which I couldn't really blame her. Quinn was a sight to behold in her post orgasmic bliss. That is until she turned her head and met Santana's eyes and mine. The room dropped a few degrees as she freaked from humiliation and bolted out with a stuttered apology, Santana and me were left alone for the first time. I waited for her to finally notice me, and when she did, she too, had a small freak out. However, all went well in the end with honest apologies from her as well as me being smothered without complaint into her pillowy breasts. After re-uniting and sharing a much deserved moment, we had settled back on the bed and I remember never having felt so content.

Then Brittany showed up, and then after that, Riley happened. Before Riley or even Brittany came into my room, it was hard enough to control myself from exploring uncharted territory, Santana. Her arousal was still strong, driving my hormones crazy, I however willed myself not to jump her while in this form. I'm not sure how I stayed in control; Riley told me that it would be hard; all of my emotions and needs would be in complete overdrive. And, yes, they were, at first. But, something or someone, maybe Riley herself or even Santana had this calming effect over me and I didn't let myself lose that control. After her and Britt came in though was a different story, Riley pounced onto my bed with such force that it broke everything but the mattresses, well, there are some claw marks ripped into the fabric in a few places. Anyhow, back to the point, which has everything to do with Riley. She is the one who lost control first, smelling Santana and Quinn in my room somehow triggered the beast inside her, and she almost unleashed her on Santana. Seeing Riley so worked up got my own raging libido rising back to the surface.

Instead of getting her off my girl though, I helped coax Santana into submission, she laid there scared and frightened but she stayed still and silent. I couldn't stop myself from nibbling on her ear, she had tensed but after the initial shock, she seemed to like what we were doing to her. When Quinn ruined our fun, I was disappointed and relieved at the same time, everything could have gotten more out of control and then we would have all been up shit creek without a paddle. By the time, Quinn convinced us to give Santana some much-needed space, she was holding back tears, afraid and confused about everything that had transpired. She had no idea that Riley and I were not planning to harm her best friend, she couldn't have guessed that it didn't have anything to do with hate or rage, but rather, lust and desire. I felt bad when she let out a choked sob as we all left the room, I really wanted and needed to assure her, to comfort her, and I could tell that Riley wanted to as well. Therefore, as soon as we made it outside in the backyard, for 'fresh air' as Quinn deemed it, Riley and I silently agreed to make sure Quinn understood we meant no harm to anyone.

She kept walking until her feet touched grass, and then we watched as she collapsed to her knees and let out heart breaking sobs. We couldn't watch for long though, so both of us ran over to her and then we lavished the hurt and confused ex cheerio with licks and nuzzles, hoping to comfort her as much as we could. Other than the cries wracking her body, she stayed tense and alert, guarded, while we loved on her, then ever so slowly she relaxed and then with residing tears and sniffles, she grasped onto Riley and hugged the massive wolf, practically melting into her. To give them some privacy, I ran off and kept myself occupied in the yard for a while, I chased a squirrel and played in the dirt at the very back of our yard, where the grass didn't reach at the edge of the fence line. By the time I was done, my eyes were wide at the size hole I had made, guilty but proud; I lay in the cool dirt and closed my eyes to rest.

Minutes, or even hours (I couldn't discern and it didn't matter because I was sleeping so well) later, Quinn led Riley and me back inside, then after giving Quinn a last lick on her hand, I immediately headed upstairs to be with Santana. She was sitting on my bed that had been cleaned up and safe from anyone getting splinters or a sharp and very pointy screw to the foot, I quietly padded into the room, not wanting to alert her, but I had nothing to worry about because she was pre occupied by a pillow in her face, my pillow. She was smelling it; I could hear her sniff in and the light moan that passed her muffled lips. It caused me to let out a predatory growl, the fact that she smelled my pillow, with my scent all over it, made something inside of me stir. She slowly lowered it and uncovered her beautiful flushed face for me to see, she looked sheepish and embarrassed and it was adorable. When we again went to bed, after such a long night filled with tension and strong out of control emotions, everything turned peaceful. All was right in the world; I had Santana curled against me on my bed, in my room, our room. I could not think of it as just mine anymore, I wanted everything that I had to be hers. I wanted to be hers. All that I have, all that I am, everything is for her. Always.

Santana yawning lifts me from my thoughts of last night, making me focus on her in the present, where I'd rather be anyway. She's waking gradually, her breathing and heart rate, along with her body temperature picks up as she awakens and becomes more alert. I'm not sure why she is waking; it's still early out, way too early for her to be up. I can sense the sun rising soon though, and thus making me change back to myself, which will be much welcomed. I want my bare skin on Santana's, to feel her against me, to hold her for real with my own arms. She yawns again and rolls over, away from me, I pout. A mixture of a groan and a whine passes her mouth as she reads my alarm clock; she's obviously not pleased with the time. After lying in the same spot, still way too far away from me for my liking, and with sporadic sighs of frustration for another half hour of not being able to go back to sleep, Santana slides off the bed with a huff and strolls into my bathroom before shutting the door behind her. It hits the frame, ricocheting, and landing half cracked open. I finally move hopping down from the bed and stretching my newly used, stiff muscles and God if it didn't feel good.

An almost high-pitched squeak and a sudden burst of rushing water emits from the bathroom, water from the tub faucet. Is she taking a bath? I look at the time, it's only 7:33am, she must not be feeling well if she is up this early and taking a bath. I'm slightly worried, maybe everything that happened has taken its toll on her and now she just needs some alone time to let things sink in. Or, maybe I need to go check on her, can't have my new friend and future lover drown in the tub, she did the same for me so it's only fair that I return the favor. My paws twitch with the need to go in there, I'm having a battle with myself, on one hand its nothing she hasn't done for me, on the other, I was aware of her in the room with me at the time. So, if I go in there I'll probably scare her to death and I may not be as welcomed. However, it's just so tempting and there is absolutely nothing else for me to do. Right, so, with my mind made up, I make my way to the bathroom door and nudge it open to where I can fit through.

Santana is laid out in the tub while the water is still filling it up; she looks completely relaxed with bubbles almost overflowing around her and with my iPod on its deck on the counter, playing one of my many play lists. This one happens to be songs by 'pink' I wonder what she thinks, I'm sure she is surprised to find that I have a broader musical selection, at least she's enjoying it though. Her fingers are tapping along to the beat of 'raise your glass' and she is lip-synching the lyrics. Those full, lush, lips transfix me. I wish they were moving against mine, I already know how they feel and even though she didn't kiss me back because I caught the both of us off guard, and I'm already addicted. The water now looks as if it is going to spill over and flood the floor, but she somehow senses it and lifts up to turn the flowing water off. As soon as she is done and lying back in her spot, her eyes, as if finally sensing my presence, dart in my direction on the other side of the bathtub. Startled, she jolts and lets out an uncharacteristic girly scream. I feel the sudden urge to laugh, but of course, I can't, so I stick with sauntering over to her while she catches her breath and recovers from shock.

Her glare is icy as she becomes calm enough to look at me again, she isn't amused, and I now feel a little badly about scaring her so much. I sit as close as I can and lean my head down, ignoring the glare and opting to lick the anger from her face. She relaxes, her expression faltering until her face is smooth and line free once again. I pull back and stare at her, wanting to make sure, that she is no longer upset and that I've redeemed myself. She gives me a half smile while shaking her head, then she reaches up and I think she's about to pet me when all of a sudden a spray of water is splashed into my face. I reel back in surprise, blinking the droplets out of my eyes and shaking the rest off my now damp fur. I swing my head back to stare at her, my eyebrows furrowed questioningly; she's wearing a playful smirk, which has understanding flitter through me. She is messing with me. Well, if she wants to play, I'll play. I fix my stare to an un-amused, pretend glare, and bare my teeth with a warning growl, then stand in the appropriate stance to intimidate her. Again, her expression falters, she becomes unsure and maybe a little worried. Good.

"Rachel?"

I stalk around to the foot of the bathtub and set one of my paws on the edge, her wide, worried eyes flicker to the oversized and very solid, hefty wolf paw and then back at me. She appears suspicious and uncertain whether to flee or not, "Rae?"

I ignore her for the moment and ponder my next move, and then a bright light bulb pops up, blinking on over my head with a maybe not so bright idea. I ignore my hesitance too, and then lift my paw away. She seems to relax. However, it doesn't last long, when I lower my leg into the warm water the pads of my paw rub against her leg as I try to find a place to set it under all the bubbles. She gasps, jerking her leg away and making a move to escape the tub. The unhappy growl I let out next freezes her body, I use her stillness that is infused with fear and confusion to leap into the bubbly water, and it sloshes heavily around us and onto the floor, soaking it.

"Rachel!"

Oh how I love it when she says my name, even out of disbelieve it sounds oh so good to my ears. Not wanting to scare her any longer, and wanting to play before I change back, I plop on my butt and lift my leg, hurdling water toward Santana's body. It splashes against her chest and face then splatters everywhere from the force, she sputters, shocked, and wipes at her eyes. When she can see again from her spot pressed into the front of the tub as far as she could go, she looks at me incredulously for a long moment, mouth agape not knowing how to react. Then before I know what's happening, she has an overly large cup and is filling it up with water and then my whole head and face is sopping wet. Her loud, raspy, laughter fills the room and sends my hormones into gear, I shake the excess water off me, making sure to hit her with it as much as I can, she continues to laugh but takes hold of my neck to attempt to keep it from moving. It works, cause I still instantly at her touch, but as soon as I'm comfortable and ready to lick the water droplets from her face, another down pour of the warm water hits the back of my head. I growl again, lightly, so as not to startle her and jerk away from her grasp, and then I'm nudging her gently backwards with one of my heavy, water soaked paws.

She yelps and starts sliding down and then she is grabbing onto me to keep from falling onto her back in the slippery tub, I go down with her though, making her lie back without slipping, she glares up at me, letting go as her head falls and rests against the back of the bathtub. I hover over her very naked body, wanting nothing more than to slide on top of her, but of course I can't or I would end up squishing and suffocating her to death. I lean my head down to her face and lick up the length of her cheek, she sighs from beneath me, finally relaxing once again.

"I can't believe your huge ass is actually in the tub with me, Rae. But, just to let you know, I'm not complaining. I-I just wish-"

I cut her off with a whine, my snout nuzzling her cheek as a familiar pain shoots through my body, the pain of changing. Except this time, I'll be turning back into my own self and will be able to really feel my Latina against me. The whine becomes louder, my body hunches and shudders with agony as the shift into human form takes place.

"Yoshi?"

Santana grabs my legs, taking hold of them and latching on as she stares up at me in complete worry, she gasps when the muscles and ligaments in my legs shift. I whimper, my body feels like its on fire, burning me from the inside out, my straining muscles, bones, and limbs are contorting back into a normal human shape. Sharp, agonizing pain expels throughout my entire being as everything changes back to its original state. Santana gasps and calls out my name, and when it's finally all over, when my body turns limp from exhaustion and the sheer torture my overly sensitive form has been through, I fall into her arms with a pained cry and another shudder wracking my abused body. Tears stream down my cheeks as I bury my head in her chest, trying to overcome the most intense pain I have been put through ever since last night.

"Dios, Rachel. Are you ok?" Santana, after lying here in silence for several seconds, speaks up and clings to me. One of her hands tangles in my wet hair and the other stretches across my back, pulling me closer. Our breasts collide, nipples sliding against one another and making us both moan at the contact.

I don't answer, too content and spaced out to verbally respond, but before I can do anything, another, less, agonizing pain jolts through me and I whimper as it dissipates. "San" I whimper out her name, suddenly tired again and wanting to be out of here and in my warm cozy bed with her wrapped around me.

"No, you are definitely not okay. Come on let's get you out of here and back in bed." She states and speaks authoritatively, as if I'm going to protest and rebuke her attempts at getting me out of the bathtub, I of course don't.

I do however lift up from my comfortable spot reluctantly, not wanting to be apart from her even for a few minutes. It hurts to move, my body is sore and my muscles still burn from the abrupt switch back to my own body, Santana swiftly stands and exits the tub, leaving me here shaking from the sudden cool air hitting my warm skin. She reappears with two towels before I can even protest her leaving, and motions for me to step out, I do so and she wraps one of the towels around me. I have to give her credit, her eyes mostly stay fixed on everything else other than my lower extremities, only straying once as the fluffy towel covers me up. She quickly starts drying herself off while I stand here transfixed on every move she makes, taking in every inch of her bared skin with hungry eyes as If I were the towel soaking up her wet body instead of the one in her hands. I want to rip the thing out of her grasp so that I can lick every last drop of water that is left on her gorgeous, dripping wet body.

Before I can stop myself, I'm standing right in front of her and the overly large towel she was using is now in my hand, she looks at me, startled, and then to my hand holding her towel. I drop it to the floor, where it lies there crumpled and useless. Santana's eyes meet mine, and she swallows thickly, "R-Rachel?"

I extend my empty hand out to her cheek, fingers grazing the soft skin where I had licked while in wolf form. Her eyes flutter closed as I caress downward and then across to her mouth, where I glide my thumb along her bottom lip. She shivers at the touch and lets out a puff of hot air; I move closer and lean in, needing to feel her against me before I go completely insane. Our breath mingles as I hover my wanting lips over hers, and then not being able to wait another second, my thumb moves away and I slide my hand back to her face, cupping the blushing cheek as I brush my lips feather light over hers. She goes still and for a second I think I've taken it too far, but she lets out a soft whimper and tangles her fingers in my hair, tugging me more into her lips and kissing me fully. My breath hitches at the feeling and I let it back out shakily against her soft lips, this is what I wanted, what I literately dreamed and fantasized about, but none of those compare to feeling her for real. My heart is racing out of control, thudding heavily against my chest as my knees go weak. My free hand wraps around her naked back to hold myself up, to tether me from collapsing, and just to feel another part of her silky smooth skin. My own towel falls at our feet; I kick it aside and press our bodies as close as possible.

Our breasts once again connect; Santana moans and fists the hand in my hair tighter, causing me to gasp out in response. Nothing or no one compares to her right in this moment, we are locked in our first real kiss and it feels like my first kiss ever. The feeling is so intense and it's just our lips, I feel dizzy with emotions I have never felt with Finn or Puck or even Jessie. An ember was sparked last night, and as the night passed into morning, Santana has been stoking it to where it's now a raging inferno, burning brightly just for her, only she can douse the flames or ignite them so they are consuming us both as we become one with each other. One soul. I pull back long enough to leer at her, eyes smoldering, and then her bottom lip is between my teeth, I nibble and tug on the luscious lip before soothing it with a flicker of my tongue. She jerks away from me then as if just realizing what we're doing, and her beautiful dark brown eyes are wide and glazed over, pupils blown. Both of our breathing is heavy as we stare each other down, it's apparent she's as affected as I am, but she also looks likes she is at a loss of what to do next.

I make the decision for both of us and step forward, still needing to feel her, it's been only seconds, but I'm craving her as if she were a drug that I've been having withdrawals from and if I don't sate the addiction I'll crack and become Psychotic with desperation and need. My feelings for her are 'that' strong and burning. She backs up though, shaking her head with a scrunched face, I frown, yet follow until she's backed up against the wall with nowhere else to go.

"I-you…and we just…naked...your arm." Santana stutters out, stumbling over her words as I press back into her, I chuckle, amused. My body instantly warms on contact.

My cheek smoothes along hers, sending jolts of electricity between our connection, I flick the tip of my tongue against her ear, the very same ear I nibbled on oh-so-delicately last night. She shivers against me and then her fingers are sliding tenderly down my damaged arm, I sigh, indulging in the feel of her being so delicate.

"You haven't even realized." She murmurs, her voice cracked and tone immersed in wonder, I draw back enough to look at her with hazy eyes and complete confusion.

"What haven't I realized?" I ask curiously after a few moments of her being silent and staring intently down at what she is doing to my arm.

She doesn't answer right away, her fingers continue to caress, stroke and tickle hair rising, tingly trails up and then down the expanse of my arm until she's gone all the way around, where she starts over. My eyes follow in a disbelieving, searching trance; I must be dreaming or hallucinating. Blinking out of the haze, I pull my arm up close between us, scrutinizing it with the same wonder that was in Santana's voice. I must be dreaming, because there is nothing but smooth skin, gone are the teeth marks, the scar, everything. It is as if the wolf never bit me at all.

"San? Take me to bed." My voice is deeper and exuding arousal as I drop my arm back down and meet her watching gaze with piercing intensity.

She looks at me, taken aback, "Rach, I-I didn't mean, you just changed back-"

"I know. Hold me?" I interrupt, giving her a break, she's still obviously disoriented and conflicted, there's no need to pressure her right now, not when everything is so new and unsure. Well, I'm sure, I have never been so certain of something in my life, I want this, and I want her. However, I'm a respecting and considerate person and even though I want to take her right here against the wall, this is happening fast and nothing has been discussed. I don't know how she feels.

She nods and gently pushes me back, away from her overheated body, "Yeah. Yeah, I can do that."

I smile, grateful she is granting me this simple pleasure, then grab her hand and pull her out of the bathroom, leading us back to what's left of my bed. She stops us before we reach it; I turn to look at her questioningly.

"Clothes" Is her mumbled answer; she's looking at the floor, apparently finding something other than me to stare at. So. Adorable.

Funny thing is I don't feel the need to cover up. Yes, I do feel exposed in front of her and yes, I'm self-conscious of what she thinks of my body, but I want to be exposed to her. I feel an overwhelming need to lay myself bare; I want her to see everything, to feel it, to feel 'me'. So, with a shake of my head no, I tug her the rest of the distance and sit on the edge of the bed, pulling her between my legs. She peers down at me in confusion that is mixed with want and something akin to a warning etched on her face,

"I'm going to go get us some clothes, and then you are going to lie down and-"

"No. No." I cut her off, shaking my head again, protesting in my mind the very idea of any type of clothing covering any inch of her perfect body. I grasp onto her hips, drawing her closer and resting my head against her soft, toned, stomach. I nuzzle the bronzed, sun-tanned skin, loving the feel of its velvety softness rubbing against my flushing cheek.

She breathes in sharply and her hand slides to the back of my neck, gripping it snugly in surprise. I use my own hands to glide fingertips down the backs of her thighs, chill bumps rise along the slow trail, and her knees tremble. My heart soars and my core throbs at the thought of me making her weak in the knees. On the way back up, I add more pressure, lightly massaging her skin with my fingers. As I reach the top of her thighs, I continue upward and caress her bare, smooth, perfectly round ass while brushing my lips over her stomach, once, twice, and then again as she releases a pleased moan.

"Rae, what are we doing?" She asks in a breathy whisper, sweeping my hair back from my face and displaying my neck. I lift up enough to stare at her with hooded eyes, knowing I should reply but not knowing what to say.

A soft rapping on the door cuts off anything I could have said to her, both of us turn and glare at the interruption, I don't want anyone bothering us, we deserve to be alone after everything we have been through.

"Rachel, Santana, breakfast is being served, why don't you to come downstairs and get something to eat." My dad, my very amusing and weak stomached dad who passed out last night is outside the door, a smile graces my lips, replacing the glare. I haven't seen him in what seems like a lifetime and I miss my loveable geeky father. .

"And girls, don't take too long or I might have to unhinge the door and use it in our next bonfire." A blush rises to my cheeks at his implied words, I'm not sure if I'll ever get used to them teasing me so much. He laughs lightly, just loud enough for me to hear but too soft for Santana to catch it. His footsteps retreat downstairs, along with his playful giggles as Santana moves away from me. I can tell that her face and chest is flush with embarrassment and that she's putting her guard back in place. Our moment is gone. My dad stole it, and now if I leave it up to San, what we have shared already will be the only memory I will have of us this day.

I can't let her walls build all the way back up, the real Santana Lopez that I have had the pleasure of meeting will retreat away from me and I cannot let that happen. I won't let that happen. No, I'll be showing her how much I want this, how much I want and need her, at every possible opportunity. If she runs off before I can set my devious plan into motion I'll be devastated. Speaking of Santana, she enters my eyesight again, and as soon as she is standing in front of me, I look at her, pouting in displeasure at the amount of skin now covered up by-oh my God, she's wearing my black 'The Nightmare Before Christmas' wife beater and a pair of her own black cotton tie string sweatpants. How did she end up with my shirt? Who cares? Not me, that's for damn sure. I did wear that recently for a short period of time; it was slung around my room somewhere after I had decided a cool shower was needed. My scent lingered and it is now mixing with hers. I'm dizzy with the aroma our scent has made and the sudden need to wrap myself around her is overwhelming, I want to push her to the bed and slide on top of her just so I can rub myself along her body, so I can coat her in my scent and mark her mine.

I don't get the chance though, because after she whispers a quick, "I'll see you downstairs" She's gone, leaving only a trail of our uniquely mixed aroma in her wake. We smell so damn good together that the scent alone stokes the fire already burning inside of me, makes the wetness at the apex of my thighs increase into an almost uncomfortable way. Almost. I finally move from the bed, albeit reluctantly, then quickly get dressed and head down stairs for food. When I reach the kitchen, the only ones in here are Santana, Riley and my fathers'. Breakfast smells wonderful. I don't idle any longer, so with quick steps and eager hands, my plate is full of the delicious food, but it's not until I reach the kitchen table and receive raised eyebrows and odd looks from the small group, that I realize how 'full' my plate is. It's piled high in an embarrassing amount of cheese eggs, hash browns, bacon, link sausages and French toast. I look at them sheepishly and shrug, Riley grins at me knowingly, and her plate is filled just as much if not more. I glance around for a free seat, the only one being between dad and Riley who is sat at the head of the table, I pout inwardly at not being able to sit by Santana, but I'll be in front of her at least, that way I can still stare at her. Subtly of course.

"Good Morning dad" I greet and kiss his cheek happily, as I pass him to sit down.

He smiles at me affectionately, his eyes twinkling with adoration, "Good morning sweetheart, I trust you and Santana slept well? You both seem to be quite refreshed."

I blush as I turn away and sit down beside him, daddy catches my eye from his spot beside Santana and smirks, my blush turns crimson with radiating heat. They know, this isn't just teasing me for the hell of it, somehow they know we weren't just sleeping. My room is soundproofed and even though it can't be 100% effective, we weren't being loud. No, everything was soft, intimate, and perfect. If only dad didn't interrupt us, it would have been even more perfect, I would have had her on the bed so that I could continue to rain hot, open-mouthed kisses over her body until every beautiful inch of her skin is seared and she is begging and gasping for me to take her, to make her mine. I would make love to her, slow, yet with sharp aim and purpose; I would be on an explosive one-woman mission to make Santana Lopez come undone in an earth shattering intensity around my fingers, and nothing could deter me from completing the mission.

"Um, baby girl?" I blink out of my x-rated thoughts, head snapping in dad's direction,

"I'm Sorry, I spaced out for a minute, we slept wonderfully. And how was your sleep, dad?" I can't help but tease him for passing out last night, it's only fair seeing as him and daddy love to tease me relentlessly.
He blushes lightly and pouts, making me giggle at his expense, he turns the pout on high then narrows his eyes at me,

"I slept like a baby, thank you for asking. Honey, do you mind grabbing your toolbox and helping me with taking down our daughter's door? We ran out of wood for the winter and can't afford to cut down any more of our trees."

I inwardly roll my eyes, knowing he isn't serious, but for fun, I play along and place a look of horror on my face. "Dad! You cannot take my door down! That isn't fair or even practical, tell him daddy!"

When I peer at Santana, she is blushing and looking fearfully at my fathers' as if they know she has been defiling their daughter. Riley looks amused as she continues eating (scarfing) her breakfast and stares back and forth between us.

"I don't know sweetie, your dad is right. It's practical if we want to stay warm, why do you need a door anyway? Have you been doing things behind closed doors that little girls shouldn't be doing?" Daddy speaks up, but I wish that he hadn't, I'm now well and truly embarrassed and afraid my parents are upset with me for real.

"N-No! Of course not, why would I do anything to get myself in trouble? Do you both think of your only daughter as a delinquent child?" I lie, defending myself and with a pout that could rival dad's.

They both burst out laughing, which makes me scowl and cross my arms over my chest, dad lifts his hand and ruffles my hair as their laughter dies down. I huff and ignore him, opting to focus on the rest of my-oh, when the hell did I finish eating? Well that's odd and a bit disconcerting. "Rach, look at me." my gaze flickers to daddy, I can't not look at him when either him or dad uses that gentle tone on me.

"We're teasing you, your door will stay up and intact, I promise. We trust you to do whatever you are ready for and nothing more. And, when the right time comes for more, as long as it isn't someone who will take advantage of you and it is with someone you trust to take care of your heart, I won't deny you that, we will not deny you the love you feel for such a special person. Just remember you don't have to rush into anything you aren't ready for, if that person really cares, they will wait forever." I'm teary eyed by the time he has finished talking, how did I end up with such loving and open-minded parents? It's a little embarrassing to talk with them about sex, no, what he was talking about is making love, what I want to do to Santana more than anything right now. But I'm happy and relieved I don't have to hide my feelings from them, I can take Santana and make her mine in every sense of the word and my dads' wouldn't have a problem with it so long as I'm ready and truly trusted her with my most precious possessions. My heart and my virginity.

"Sweetie, you better go get your girl, I think we scared her off." Dad says sheepishly while laying his hand over mine and looking at me apologetically, his eyes snap to my previously maimed arm, then widen in shock.

But, he is so surprised; all he can do is open and close his mouth with no words able to come out. I scrunch my eyebrows and peer around the table, both Riley and Santana are missing, instant worry washes over me and I sprint from the table to go after them. My chair screeches backward and falls to the floor in my haste to go find my girl, but I ignore it, Santana is more important than a damn chair. It's replaceable, Santana I'm finding out, is not. I search the bottom half of the house first, thinking maybe Riley stopped her from getting too far, however, they are nowhere in sight, which has my heart racing in fear. Fear that Santana got so embarrassed and scared that she ran out the door and took off. I yank the front door open and run out, expecting to see her car gone, but it is still parked in its spot, what I do see is Riley embracing Santana on the dry yellowing grass. I sigh in relief; Riley managed to stop her from running and even somehow managed to hold onto her as well. Riley's eyes meet mine from the top of Santana's head and she gives me a subtle nod as she leans more into her, hugging Santana tighter against her body before moving to pull away. I watch as Santana startles and then moves with her, fumbling with Riley's shirt as she reaches out and clings to her, obviously not wanting to let go.

I feel so relieved that Santana is still here, that I stride over in quick steps and plant myself against her back and bury my face in her still slightly damp hair, she tenses up instantly, freezing in Riley's arms. I hold on snuggly to keep her from trying to get away, my hands end up clutching Riley's sides, trapping Santana against our bodies.

"Don't run. Please. My dads' just love teasing me; you don't have to be afraid of them, of me. Stay, stay here with me, just a little longer." Stay here forever. I never want to let you go, I want you with me always.

She's silent, not replying or even reacting; her body is still stiff and poised to run, to escape. I can't let that happen, I took it too far too soon earlier and now I'm going to have to fix it, and to do that, I have to act like what we did didn't happen. Just for now, because right at this moment, she needs a friend, not her mate trying to pressure her into something she may not be ready for. Like kissing the very breath out of her, or touching such intimate places only a lover should ever touch, or laying her down on my bed to make love to her, to claim her. No, she doesn't need that part of me yet. The last thing I want to do is scare her away completely. I'll wait. I can do that, I have to.

"Come on cheerio; let's go back inside, I don't want you to leave either." Riley says softly, trying to coax Santana out of the death grip she has on her.

Finally, Santana nods, it's not much, but it's enough. I move away and Riley does the same, San lets us, however I can tell Riley is watching, waiting for her to bolt. Thankfully, she doesn't, she turns hesitantly not sure herself if she wants to run, I watch as she walks slowly past me without making any eye contact, and then she's entering the house. I let out a breath, closing my eyes and slumping in on myself with silent tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Thank you." I whisper softly, re-opening my eyes to show Riley how thankful, I really am that she stopped Santana from leaving. I'm not sure how much Santana heard, but it didn't take much to spook her, now I don't know if I'll be able to even hug her without her becoming skittish. I have to try though, I can't not touch her, I'll just have to be careful. Maybe we should talk? I have no idea how she feels, everything just happened so fast and I couldn't stop myself and it's not as if she was complaining at the time, she was just confused, she still is.

Riley is suddenly embracing me, I gasp, slightly startled seeing as I didn't realize she had even moved. Her arms wrap around me securely and I'm lifted without warning, causing me to squeak out and hold onto her tightly. She chuckles at my expense as she walks us to the porch,

"You're welcome. It didn't take too much convincing for her to not run; all I did really was stop her with a hug and a couple of 'don't leaves'. She tried pushing me away, but gave up and just sunk into my arms, which tells me that she didn't honestly want to go. She wants to be here, Rach, even though you and me keep scaring her, she doesn't truly want to leave you. Just be gentle and patient with her, let your girl meet you half way."

What would I do without this amazing woman in front of me? San and I would still be enemies and I wouldn't have ever discovered how much the Latina means to me. How good it feels to be around her and how amazing she feels against me. Riley is wise and I trust that she knows what she is talking about. We find Santana sitting on the couch in the living room, all alone, looking quite tense and unsure if she should even be there, here. Even when she is down, she looks so damn good in my shirt, her toned and defined arms on display for my eager eyes to drink in. I sit cautiously beside her, facing sideways with a tentative hand settling on her knee.

"Are you alright? I'm sorry about my dads', how much did you hear?" I speak as cautiously as I had sat down, not wanting to send her into a panic.

Instead of tensing more as I assumed she would, her body seems to relax a fraction; maybe my touch isn't as unwanted as I thought. Maybe. She shakes her head negatively, hair swooshing back and forth until it stills and frames her face where I can't see all of the beautiful perfection. I frown, saddened that she is seemingly trying to hide from me. The hand still on her knee moves, and immediately she is tensing up again, I slide closer, testing boundaries. She doesn't react. I lift my hand and brush her now curling hair tenderly behind her ear, she raises her head slowly and finally meets my eyes, and then they flutter close as I stroke my thumb over the delicate skin under her ear. This time she definitely reacts, her tongue peeks out and swipes across her lips, wetting them. Her brows crinkle slightly and one of her listless hands twitches in her lap, I can't help but notice every little movement she makes, just like earlier in my bathroom. She entrances me and I don't want to miss any reaction she has to my touches, my words, my body language, nor the fire smoldering in my eyes.

"Would you like to watch a movie or some other activity to distract you from my scary dads'? I want the rest of your stay here to be as comfortable and relaxing as possible." I give her a break and reluctantly take my hand back, not wanting to push too far this time.

Her lips lift up in the corners, an almost grin, but not quite. "Okay." She nods and the hair I had tucked behind her ear just moments ago, falls back around her face.

"Okay." I repeat, smiling with a nod of my own, thrilled that she agreed so easily.

15 Minutes later, Santana, Riley, my dad and me, are settled around the living room with the movie Chicago playing on our massive HD tv. Daddy was called into work and had to leave us. San and I are on the couch alone, while dad and Riley have taken up the loveseat. I have suspicion to believe that they did it on purpose, not that I'm complaining, why would I when I get to sit by her without anyone hovering over us? Half way into the movie, I can feel her start to shiver some, so I become chivalrous and tuck her in with the couch throw. She smiles at me in thanks and to my surprise and sheer elation; she picks it up and sets the blanket over both of us, cuddling closer to my 'no way in hell I'm cold' body. I'm now unable to focus on the movie, I have a more interesting view to watch, and watch I do. I can't help but stare, my eyes flicker over her side features, studying them as I slide my warm hand to find hers under the cover. Except, instead of a hand, I land on a cotton-covered thigh, and since I'm observing her face, I can see her blink rapidly and swallow thickly.

Testing boundaries again, I start rubbing my thumb slowly back and forth where it's resting, her eyes once focused on the movie, are now closed. I feel the heat of her own hand hover over mine, she lays it on top of mine, letting it rest there for a few seconds, before sliding her fingertips over mine and then trailing a tickling path up the back of my hand. I shiver and it's my turn to close my eyes, taking in the intimate contact and soaking it up greedily. I lean my head back and let it fall on her shoulder with my face turned toward hers; I nuzzle closer, grazing my nose against the exposed skin of her neck. The fingers playing with my hand still, before starting back up and paving heated trails higher. I lick my suddenly dry lips and then plant them under her jaw, she clenches it then unclenches just as quickly as the tip of my tongue flicks out for a taste.

"Rae…" She breathes out, grasping onto my wrist at the unexpected boldness.

I lift my head back up to look at her, "I'm sorry. Am I making you uncomfortable?" I apologize quietly, not sure if I've overstepped or not, but needing to know so that I won't cross a line.

"I don't, I don't know. No? Your dad-"

"My dad and Riley are not paying us any attention, I promise he doesn't care that we are cuddling on the couch like this, in fact I firmly believe him and Riley sat on the loveseat so we wouldn't be bothered. Why don't we lie down and get more comfortable, if you want you can hold me, you know, since we didn't get to earlier?" I cut her off, trying to reassure her that my dad doesn't care what we do in the least. I'm hoping she will take me up on my offer; I really want to feel her arms around me again.

She glances at the loveseat, which is facing away from us, dad and Riley can't even see us unless they turn their heads. She then looks back at me and gives me yet another nod, I smile, ecstatic at the prospect of us in spooning position. I stand up to let her lie down and stretch out, she moves slowly, even taking quick glances at me before she is finally laid down. I smile reassuringly and then join her, I press my back against her, making sure to get as close as possible. The cover goes back over us and she slides an arm around my waist.

"Is this ok?" She asks me shyly, whispering in my hair while her nose buries in it. I smile at her adorableness, here I was just rubbing her thigh and planting kisses against her jaw, and now all she does is wrap an arm around me, and she wants to know if that's ok? This new side of Santana is endearing and so much fun to witness. At least we are making some sort of progress, we just dipped our toes into the fray of friendship and now, days later, we're going places, intimate places we may not be able to come back from if whatever 'this' is doesn't work. I hope to God it does work, even if we have to take things slow, because I already know how hard it was for her to be openly out with Brittany, and they never were really 'out' they still slept around with other people, not ready to be official in the small minded school that is McKinley. Nor this town, its hard being with the same sex in this place, just ask my dads. That's what scares me about what's happening between us, I want it to be real, I want us to be together and only us. No other sex partners, no Brittany, no Puckerman, no one but me.

I'm ready to dive in head first, but, Santana? She doesn't do relationships, so how would this work, or would it? Would she change for me, or does she even like me enough to change her devious sex ways? If we are together, I want all of her, not just one of the pieces she gives out with each notch on the bedpost. We really need to talk. I shift, picking up her arm so I can turn over and change positions. She looks at me questioningly

"What are you doin'? Was that not ok, did I do something-"

"Shh, I am merely turning over so that I can see you, you did nothing wrong, okay?" I interrupt her unneeded worries, speaking softly, reassuringly. For some reason, she needs lots of reassurance today, she has turned shy and vulnerable on me, which isn't a problem, I think it's cute. She's cute. And if I have to, I'll reassure her everyday if I needed, I'll make sure she knows that she can touch me or talk to me, or anything she wants or needs. I'm here for her always, every turtle step of the way.

I lay my head down on the pillow beside her head, far enough where I can see her face clearly, and then rest my hand on her side as I tangle our legs together, "Hi"

She rolls her eyes playfully and tentatively lays her hand on my arm, the one stretched out as my fingers play with the hem of her shirt, "Hey"

I smile, nails daringly venturing under the shirt, gliding in circles over the exposed skin of her side, "May I ask you a question without me, um, scaring you away?"

Her nerves flutter under my touch as I graze higher, causing her hand to tighten on my arm and let out a shaky breath, and then her head is shuffling closer to mine, "Ask me."

"I like you." I blurt out instead of asking her what I intended to. I like you is an understatement, I love you fits so much more perfectly, however, I don't think she would be ready for that. Plus, I'm not ready to let her know until the moment is special and I know that she likes me back, and right now, I don't know where we stand.

Her wide, blinking eyes dance over my face, "Was that a question?"

No, definitely not, me liking her is not a question, it's a fact, "No. Sorry, it just came out. What I meant to say was if you wanted to, we could, I could take out, I mean we could go out?"

Oh, how lovely, stupid word vomit! Damn you Lopez. Why do you make it so hard for me to talk around you?

"Rachel, are you asking me out? On a date?" Well at least she understood what I was trying ask…

"Um, that depends, would you say yes if I were to ask you out?" I ask her nervously, not sure how she is going to answer or react to me wanting to take her out. Please say yes, please say yes.

"Ask me." She whispers, repeating the same words from minutes ago, her voice raspy and eyes locked on mine.

I swallow and lick my lips again, because all the moisture seems to be evaporating from mouth and materlizing south of the border, "S-Santa."

Oh geez, kill me now. She's looking at me with one of those eyebrows lifts and with a grin bordering on a smirk.

I clear my throat and try again, "San, will you allow me the honor of taking you out on a date?" There, that's better. Right? I hope so. Please say yes, please say yes.

"Open your eyes, Yoshi." Huh? Oh. My eyes flutter open from being clenched closed, though I don't even remember closing them.

Santana is smiling at me softly, then her face seems to be getting closer, I wait anxiously to see what she is about to do. Her lips meet mine; brushing over them oh-so-slowly and making me shudder. My lips tingle deliciously.

"Yes." The word is breathed hotly across my lips before she captures them fully. I gasp, pleasantly surprised that she is taking the initiative this time and elated that I got Santana Lopez to say yes.

A/N 2: So what do you think? Next chapter will probably continue where I left off and then lead into a school day to change up the scenery some. But be warned, I haven't gotten to start writing 22 yet, so I hope these last two chapters will tide you over until then. Thank you for reading. ^-^