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"Rach," Santana said, taking her girlfriends hand in her own across the table. They were sat together in the cafeteria at lunch the following Tuesday and Santana watched as Rachel ignored her lunch to stare across the room at Tina who was sat with Quinn and Brittany. "This is getting ridiculous," Santana noted. "It's been almost a week and you've still not made up with Tina…I thought that you'd decided to talk to her."
"I did," Rachel confirmed, averting her eyes back to Santana who was watching her puzzled.
"So…" Santana prompted confused, "what happened?"
"I happened," Rachel said in response and Santana visibly saw the irritation etched across her face as she spoke.
"I don't understand," Santana admitted frowning.
"Ever since I'd discussed it with you and my therapist last week I've been planning to talk to her," Rachel explained. "It's just that, every time I've tried, I can't…"
"Rach I know you're nervous about how she'll react but I promise you, Tina will be fine." Santana reassured her. "You'll be back to mocking each other in no time, you'll…"
"No," Rachel interrupted in order to clarify. "I mean, I physically can't."
"Oh," Santana replied finally understanding. "I see…" she said, not sure what else to say.
Rachel groaned as she ran her free hand through her hair and looked back over at Tina.
"I tried to say 'hello' to her in the hallway yesterday," Rachel admitted as she turned back to face Santana who was still watching her with interest. "All that came out was a few strangled noises," Rachel explained. "I probably sounded deranged."
"What did she say?" Santana asked, not for one moment believing that Tina wouldn't have tried to capitalise on Rachel's sudden attempt to communicate with her after a prolonged period of estrangement.
"She said 'hi,'" Rachel shared her cheeks flushing slightly in embarrassment at the recollection of yesterday's interaction. "Then she asked me how I'd been and if I was doing better."
"Rach please tell me you answered her," Santana pleaded, tilting her head in order to try and read Rachel's face as her girlfriend dropped her gaze to the table and covered her eyes with her free hand.
"I couldn't," Rachel replied avoiding Santana's searching look. Rachel shook her head slightly from side to side mortified by the memory. "I just stared at her for a minute and then when I tried to speak, nothing would come out," Rachel told Santana. "Nothing, not one word. Not a single sound."
Santana made a sympathetic face and squeezed Rachel's hand prompting her to continue with the story. When Rachel didn't, Santana asked, "What happened next?"
"She asked me if I was alright," Rachel finally said, lifting her eyes to meet Santana's again. "I think she thought I was about to have a seizure or something," Rachel went on thoughtfully. "I couldn't speak or do anything so I…I walked off…" Rachel finished evidently frustrated with herself.
"Rach," Santana said with a mixture of understanding and disappointment in her voice at Rachel's admission. "You've been doing incredibly over the last week," Santana told her seriously.
"I know," Rachel agreed and Santana smiled at the words, pleased that she was starting to acknowledge her own achievements, the small victories that she'd won. "I really think that increasing my therapy sessions to twice a week has made a difference," Rachel went on.
"I think the doctor increasing the dose of your anti-depressants has helped as well," Santana noted. "I know that you weren't keen when they suggested it…" Santana recollected.
"No, but they were right to do it," Rachel admitted. "I mean, I think it's really helped me." She paused for a moment before adding uncertainly, "but, what do you think?"
"Rach," Santana said as she played with her girlfriends' small fingers in her own. "The difference between you last week and this week is huge." She informed her positively. "You're like a completely changed person."
"I feel much more like myself," Rachel shared honestly.
"You're acting much more like yourself," Santana concurred. "The last couple of weeks you've been so withdrawn and…low," Santana said, struggling to think of the appropriate word to use. "Now when I look at you, the sparkle is back in your eyes and you're interested in things again…"
"I'm still not a hundred percent though," Rachel interceded quickly, reluctant to accept the praise.
"No but you're getting there Rach and that's the main thing." Santana told her. "Everything finally seems to be getting back on track."
"I'm so pleased that they've finally managed to sort out my medication properly," Rachel said delighted. "I think it's much easier for me to be happy when I'm not in so much pain or profusely bleeding from my nose."
"I think you're right," Santana replied smiling at Rachel.
"One nosebleed in a week is better than eight, right?" Rachel asked referring to the one she'd had during home room last Friday.
"Definitely," Santana agreed. "Plus, your doctors think that they should stop completely once you've been on the new pills for a few weeks so, hopefully that will be the last one."
"Fingers crossed," Rachel said as she performed the gesture with her free hand.
"I'm really proud of you," Santana told Rachel genuinely, squeezing her hand again in support. "I know the last week hasn't been easy but, you've really tried. I know you don't really like doctors so I was surprised when you went back to see them last Thursday about your medication…"
"Well, my dad made me go back to see them," Rachel confessed, her voice quiet. "He wasn't satisfied after what had happened at school on Wednesday so, really it was him…"
"Yeah, but you still went," Santana cut her off. "You shared with them how you were feeling and they changed your medication again. Part of the reason you're doing so much better is because you opened up and were honest about what was going on and how you were feeling. I'm proud of you for that Rach and you should be too." Santana reiterated.
Rachel smiled broadly at Santana's praise and looked back over towards Tina who had turned her attention to their table, apparently sensing someone observing her. Tina smiled as her eyes met Rachel's and she offered a small wave in greeting, searching for some kind of response from her best friend. Rachel felt her free hand raise to return the gesture reflexively and Tina's smile grew wider in response. She looked hesitant for a moment before standing up from her seat and slowly making her way over to where Rachel and Santana were sitting.
"Shit," Rachel cursed, turning her attention back to Santana who was watching Tina's approach. "She's coming over…"
"You'll be fine," Santana reassured her. "Just…talk to her, alright?"
"I can't," Rachel complained under her breath as Tina came up beside them, towering over Rachel where she sat.
"Hi," she greeted the pair of them, her eyes darting between Santana and Rachel in their seats. "Do you mind if I sit down?" she asked pointing to an empty chair.
"Not at all," Santana answered when Rachel said nothing and Tina lowered herself in to the chair as an awkward silence fell between them all.
Santana cast an eye towards Brittany and Quinn who were sat watching the interaction with interest from their seats before looking back at Rachel who was looking at Tina, her mouth opening and closing as if she was trying to say something.
"Hhhiii," Rachel finally managed to force out and Tina grinned at the greeting before looking at Santana momentarily. She turned her attention back to Rachel and waited patiently for a minute.
"Your speech sucks," Tina commented matter-of-factly when Rachel said nothing further.
"I…yeah," Rachel breathed nodding her head in agreement.
"I thought that maybe you were going to collapse in the hallway yesterday," Tina informed her, having a conversation on behalf of the two of them and falling easily back into the habit which she'd had to develop since the accident, "but you weren't were you?" Tina asked. "You just couldn't speak to me, could you Rach?"
Rachel gave Santana a pointed look before nodding her head in response to Tina's previous question.
"I thought that maybe you'd forgiven me," Tina went on. "I mean, I was secretly hoping that you'd forgiven me. I'm sorry for what I did Rach. Really I am, but, I was scared that you were sick. I know that you hate hospitals but, I would never have been able to live with myself if something had happened to you and I could have prevented it."
"I…" Rachel started but she choked on her words once again, causing Tina to continue.
"I know that you're mad at me," Tina told her. "I know that, but, I've really missed you. If I could go back and change what I did then I would…it's been torture watching you the last few weeks. I felt so helpless…I just…can you please forgive me? I want my best friend back. Please." Tina pleaded.
"Nn..no," Rachel said and both Tina and Santana looked taken aback by her response.
"Rach," Santana said stunned. "Are you…"
"Nnoo," Rachel drawled out again. "I…don't forgive…you." Rachel said and Tina looked hurt at her words.
"Rachel," Santana scolded, releasing her girlfriends' hand in disbelief.
"Ok," Tina said, nodding her head sadly as she stood up. "I understand…I just thought that…what with yesterday and everything…you know what, never mind." She said turning to make her way back towards the table she was sharing with Quinn and Brittany.
"No," Rachel said standing up, her voice firm and decisive this time, a slight hint of panic and desperation in her tone. She reached out to grab Tina's hand, pulling on it gently to stop her friend.
Tina turned around to look at Rachel, a hopeful expression on her face.
"I…don't forgive…you," Rachel repeated her tone serious and confirming the truth behind her words.
"You don't?" Tina asked, confused by the combination of Rachel's words and the kind smile on her face.
Rachel shook her head but reached down to unclasp Tina's bracelet which was still around her right wrist. Rachel struggled for a moment, her left hand clumsy and impeded by the splint she wore. Eventually she freed it from its position and held it up in front of Tina, nodding her head to prompt her friend to take it from her.
Tina did as requested and took the bracelet back, studying it in the palm of her hand for a moment, a look of incomprehension on her face.
"I'm…ss…sorry," Rachel managed and Tina looked at her, a small smile forming on her lips as Rachel repeated more confidently. "I'm…sorry Tina."
"You are?" Tina asked closing her hand around the bracelet for a moment.
Rachel nodded in response.
"I don't forgive you." Rachel repeated placing a hand on Tina's outstretched wrist. "You…were right."
"Rach," Tina started but Rachel gripped her wrist tighter to stop her.
"I'm sorry." Rachel emphasised again. "I am." She said pointedly. "You were right Tina. I don't blame you…"
Rachel paused for a minute and took a deep breath obviously trying to compose herself and formulate a proper sentence.
"You did nothing that needs forgiveness," Rachel informed her. "I was wrong. I overreacted." Rachel met Tina's eyes squarely as she asked, "Can you forgive me?"
Tina actually laughed at Rachel's ridiculous request, a light joyful chuckle which made Rachel raise her eyebrow in response. Tina shook her head and spread her arms out wide, pulling Rachel into a tight embrace.
"You're such a dork," Tina chuckled and Santana smiled as she watched the exchanged insult before her.
Rachel buried her forehead into Tina's shoulder, her arms finally finding their way up around her back to reciprocate the hug.
"I've missed you," Rachel admitted, her arms clutching on to Tina's torso.
"You have no idea how much I've missed you Rach," Tina returned, releasing Rachel from her grip to look at her properly. "Can we please promise to never fight again?" Tina asked. "I fucking hated it."
Rachel nodded her head. "Ok," she said in agreement smiling brightly, "but," she continued her voice taking on a serious tone. "Do we…should we…talk…about…you know…what happened?"
Tina shook her head resolutely.
"No," she said. "As far as I'm concerned it's water under the bridge, ok?" she asked. "Let's just move on and forget it."
"I was…so…unfair though…" Rachel protested, her eyes searching Tina's. "We…should talk…"
"No," Tina repeated firmly. "It's done…over." She said. "I refuse to talk about it again."
"Tina…" Rachel said, but Tina held up her wrist dramatically and reattached the bracelet Rachel had returned around it.
"Nah uh," Tina cut in pointing to the bracelet. "It's done."
"Are…you sure?" Rachel asked uncertainly.
Tina shook her head and gave Santana a meaningful look. Santana laughed along with Tina who turned back to face Rachel and hugged her again as she said. "I'm sure."
Tina released Rachel again.
"Now stop being an idiot and let it go already." Tina instructed her and Rachel smiled at the light-hearted abuse.
"Friends?" Rachel asked.
"The best," Tina replied winking and the pair of them sat down at the table, Rachel holding Tina's hand in her own.
Quinn and Brittany soon came over to join them all, bringing Tina's belongings with them. Finally, after almost three weeks of walking on eggshells and awkward encounters, their fractured group was restored to its former glory. They fell back in to easy conversation, Rachel's speech returning to her more and more with each passing minute that they sat in comfortable discussion. Rachel filled Tina in personally regarding everything that had transpired since they'd last properly talked, despite the fact that Santana had been keeping her up to date throughout their separation. Rachel told Tina and the rest of the girls about the changes which had occurred since last week, informing them that she was now making sure that she took her sleeping pills nightly, even though she hated to, as tiredness directly correlated with her functional ability and mood.
Tina teased Rachel profusely for the number of dropped calls she'd received from her since last Thursday in her attempts to reconcile their friendship, and Rachel admitted she'd even walked round to her house a number of times only to turn around at the last minute, her nerves getting the better of her.
"I was stupid," Rachel admitted to Tina, broaching the subject again now that she could speak properly and despite Tina's earlier protests. "You did the right thing and I knew that," Rachel acknowledged. "You were just looking out for me and I punished you for that. I really am an idiot," Rachel commented.
"Well duh," Tina said playfully. "I've been telling you that for years."
Rachel rolled her eyes at Tina's joke and continued.
"I put you in a horrible situation," Rachel said, "I still don't know how you can forgive me for it so easily."
"Honestly," Tina said serious now. "I'm just grateful that you're alright. It was probably one of the most terrifying things I've ever witnessed." Tina admitted. "Excluding all the times I came to the ICU to see you in the hospital." Tina added. "They were…on a whole other level of scary."
"I really feel like I need to make things up to you somehow," Rachel told her genuinely, still feeling guilty about her behaviour towards her friend.
"Us being friends again and you being alright are more than enough for me," Tina replied. "I mean that alright? Please don't dwell on it anymore Rach. I'm not lying when I say that I've moved on already."
"I'll try," Rachel promised and Tina placed a hand on her shoulder supportively.
The girls sat together for the remainder of lunch, separating when the bell rang and they had to go to their respective classes. The rest of the day passed by and after her extra study session with Miss Holliday, Rachel met up with Santana by her locker.
"Hey," Santana greeted, kissing Rachel on the lips in greeting as she opened her locker to deposit some of her books.
"Hi," Rachel responded smiling. "How was the library?" she asked, picking up her math textbook from her locker and putting it into her bag to take home.
"Quiet," Santana replied simply.
"Did you get much studying done?" Rachel asked her as she zipped up her bag and closed her locker, turning to face Santana.
"Not really," Santana told her. "I just spent the time reading. I thought we could study together at mine this evening instead."
"Ok," Rachel agreed. "I need to go through some math revision." She informed Santana. "Mr Schuester is allowing me to retake the test I failed last week with Miss Holliday tomorrow after school."
"I wish I could retake mine," Santana said in response.
"Why?" Rachel asked surprised. "You always get an A."
"Not last week," Santana informed her. "I got a B minus."
"Santana," Rachel said in disbelief. "You didn't tell me that."
"I forgot," Santana admitted honestly. "You just reminded me now." She paused momentarily thinking. "It's the first B I've ever gotten actually," Santana mused thoughtfully. "I've always had straight A's otherwise."
"What happened?" Rachel asked already guessing. "Was it because of me?"
"No," Santana told her, because truthfully, she didn't attribute the grade to Rachel at all.
"It was, wasn't it?" Rachel said distraught. "Santana your grades are important to you. You can't let my problems affect them."
"One B won't kill me," Santana laughed at Rachel's concern.
"B minus," Rachel commented dryly.
"Whatever," Santana replied waving her hand dismissively. "It won't happen again. It was just a blip."
"Perhaps you're spending too much time with me," Rachel told her seriously. "You need to study…"
"Rachel," Santana laughed again. "Most of the time we spend together is spent studying you know…" she informed her lightly. "I don't know if you realise it but the majority of time you're not at therapy or school is spent bent over a book…"
"I have to though," Rachel said defensively. "I need to study or else I'll fail the year and then where would I be? Right back here again repeating it."
"I'm not complaining," Santana reassured her, placing a hand on the side of Rachel's face. "I'm just saying that it was an anomaly that's all. I spend so much time studying whilst I wait for you after school and at home with you that it's not going to be something that becomes a habit." She kissed Rachel on the forehead lightly. "Don't worry about it. I'm not."
"You used to worry about it," Rachel said knowing that Santana prided herself on being a straight A student. "You used to care Santana. You were never this complacent about your grades before."
"It's just a grade," Santana responded taking Rachel's hand in her own and leading her down the hallway towards the school exit. "It's not that big a deal in the grand scheme of things. You should know that more than anyone Rach. There are far more important things to think about."
"Santana," Rachel scolded. "Your grade is still important even if it isn't life or death."
"Look," Santana said pausing as they made their way out onto the steps in front of the school. "How we make a compromise?" She suggested. "You let it drop for now and in exchange we can go back to mine and study for a bit together?"
Rachel seemed to give the suggestion some thought for a moment before nodding her head.
"Ok," Rachel agreed, "but…"
"No," Santana stopped her laughing. "You let it drop for now," she laughed. "That's the deal."
Rachel pouted, furrowing her brow and sticking her bottom lip out adorably, making Santana roll her eyes in response. She leant forward and kissed Rachel firmly on the lips.
"Don't try and pout your way out of this," Santana said chuckling. "You made a deal."
"I'm just worried," Rachel protested and Santana squeezed her hand, pulling her out into the fresh air as she started towards her car again.
"Don't worry about me," Santana told her seriously. "I'm fine. There's absolutely nothing for you to worry about."
"Are you sure?" Rachel asked her as Santana unlocked her car with the key fob as they approached. She opened the door for Rachel, gesturing for her to get inside.
"That constitutes as worrying," Santana said playfully as Rachel descended into the passenger seat and Santana closed the door behind her, making her way to the drivers' side.
"You'll tell me if it does become a problem though?" Rachel asked as Santana sat beside her and fastened her seat belt.
"Of course I will," Santana replied. "We promised to be honest with each other didn't we?" Santana questioned.
"I guess," Rachel said doubtfully.
Santana leant over and kissed Rachel on the lips again quickly before starting the engine and putting the car in gear. Santana drove them back to her house, which was empty, her family all busy with other endeavours. They made their way indoors and up to Santana's room where Rachel unpacked her school things and spread them out on the bed, ready to study. Santana bought them some drinks and snacks, placing them on the nightstand beside the desk out of the way.
For the next hour, they studied together, Rachel lying on her front on the mattress, her math book in front of her, a pen clasped loosely in her right hand. Every so often Rachel would jot poorly written, incomprehensible numbers and sums on the blank page of her notebook to her right, her attention fixed firmly on the task at hand. Santana sat up with her back against the head of the bed, her legs stretched out before her, her textbook in her lap. She made a good show of studying, trying to focus her attention on the math problem at hand. However, Santana found it increasingly difficult, her eyes finding themselves drawn from the page in front of her to look upon and appreciate Rachel's form on the bed, the way her dark hair fell across her face, obscuring it from view, the curve of her buttocks in the skinny jeans she wore. Santana bit her bottom lip, her eyebrow rising slightly as Rachel shifted position, causing her buttocks to clench together tightly for an instant
"What answer did you get for problem C?" Rachel asked, turning her head to look at Santana and catching her in the middle of her not so subtle ogling.
Rachel twisted over in the bed to look at Santana better.
"Santana," Rachel said incredulous. "You're supposed to be studying."
"I am," Santana replied. She had a smirk on her lips as she slowly and purposefully took her time to look Rachel over before meeting her girlfriend's disbelieving eyes.
"Math not me," Rachel clarified an amused expression on her face.
"I'm bored of math," Santana replied truthfully. "I'd rather study biology," she added mischievously, raising her eyebrow suggestively.
Santana laughed at the way Rachel's jaw dropped in response to her comment, stunned. She placed her books on the nightstand beside her and lowered herself onto her front on the bed so that she was parallel with Rachel. She propped herself up on her elbows so that her face was level with Rachel's as she continued.
"We've been studying for an hour," Santana told her. "I think it's time for a break. Don't you?"
Rachel stared into Santana's eyes for a moment searchingly before lowering her gaze to her girlfriend's lips. She looked at them for a moment, craving the feel of them against her own and inhaled a large breath, glancing quickly at the closed door before pushing her own books onto the floor at the end of the bed messily.
Santana smiled as Rachel pulled her face closer, one hand around the back of Santana's head as she brought their lips together in a hungry kiss. Rachel wasted no time in deepening it, not hesitating to push her tongue into Santana's mouth at the first opportunity that presented itself to her. Santana put her hand against the small of Rachel's back and tugged on her lower back firmly so that their hips were touching and Santana bent her upper leg a little to accommodate Rachel's, her knee manoeuvring between her girlfriends'.
Santana sighed as Rachel sucked on her tongue, her breath catching slightly as she felt Rachel shift her weight so that she was now positioned on her back beneath the smaller girl who was on top of her. Rachel's arms were either side of Santana's head as they supported the weight of her upper body, but Rachel's hips pressed into Santana's pelvis as she straddled one of her legs between her own.
Santana sat up slightly; pushing her mouth harder against Rachel's whose left hand had moved down to Santana's side and was rubbing it roughly, moving the bottom of here t-shirt up to expose her hard stomach. Santana grabbed Rachel's wandering hand, feeling the material of the splint of her wrist, and moved it decidedly up to her right breast on top of her bra.
Rachel moved her head back, separating the two of them for a moment, her breath ragged, and her eyes wide, pupils dilated. She had a look of surprise on her face and Santana reached up her free hand to brush the side of Rachel's face with her fingertips reassuringly. Santana moved the hand that she held lower, onto her abdomen, Rachel's fingers grazing her stomach and making the muscles grow taut in response. Santana pushed herself up, crashing her lips against Rachel's once more, her tongue invading the space that she'd often dominated. Santana released Rachel's hand and twisted her hips, her hand around Rachel's back as she reversed their position so that she was now on top of her girlfriend.
Santana trailed a line of kisses down Rachel's neck, her hands groping at Rachel's sides beneath her clothing. She sucked on Rachel's lip gently, pulling back a little to separate the two of them as she sat up, her pelvis on top of Rachel's. Santana moved her hands to the bottom of her own t-shirt, lifting the hem of it up until it was over her head. She threw the now removed item of clothing onto the floor in front of her, her eyes never leaving Rachel who was now studying her exposed flesh closely.
Rachel placed her hands on Santana's abdomen, seemingly admiring the tan skin there, brushing it gently with her fingertips as she examined it. She moved one hand around to Santana's left flank where her own skin was tarnished and ran her fingertips up and down the flesh there as if in awe at its perfection.
"Rach," Santana said softly and Rachel lifted her eyes to meet her girlfriend's. "We're no different," she said meaningfully and as if to make her point, Santana moved her hand to expose Rachel's stomach by pushing the hem of her top up towards her chest. "We're both made of the same thing."
"What you're made of is just more aesthetically pleasing," Rachel said, staring at Santana's chest where her own scar would be, no line converging with the centre of her girlfriend's bra as it would her own.
"It depends whose eyes you're looking through," Santana commented seriously, a poignant expression on her face before she bought their lips together again, bending down so that her abdomen was pressed against Rachel's. She reached one hand reaching up to caress the side of Rachel's face with her thumb, the other finding its way to Rachel's hand to bring it once more up to cover her breast over the material of her bra.
Santana moaned in pleasure as she felt Rachel close her hand around the mound there experimentally a few times. She pushed her lips against Rachel's more, their mouths falling into a reciprocal rhythm as they kissed, their tongues lashing at each other pleasantly. Santana felt Rachel tense beneath her touch as her hand roamed up to the middle of her chest, her thumb making small circles over where her scar was hidden beneath material of her clothing. She opened her eyes to look at Rachel, parting their lips and kissing the curve of her jaw softly for a minute, waiting for Rachel to relax.
"It's ok," Santana told her kissing the front of Rachel's neck across her throat. Rachel arched her head back to expose the flesh there some more, her other hand, reaching to wrapped around Santana's shoulder blades. Rachel bent her knee up slightly and brought it in to enclose Santana's hips, pushing her girlfriends' weight into her pelvis some more.
Santana felt Rachel relax beneath her and used the opportunity to trail kisses down her neck to the middle of her chest, one hand pulling down the material which was obscuring it from view.
"Santana," Rachel said huskily, her voice more raspy then Santana had ever heard it before.
"Shh…" Santana said, the hand beneath Rachel's shirt reaching up to cup one of her breasts and squeezing it gently in her fingers before starting to massage it steadily. Rachel arched her back slightly in response and she moaned into Santana's mouth as her girlfriend bought their lips back together again.
Santana felt the space between her legs moisten as she sat, straddling Rachel's thigh, her girlfriends other knee pressed into her back pulling her further against her.
"I definitely prefer studying biology," Santana commented, as she separated their lips for a moment to catch her breath.
Rachel watched Santana's chest heave before her and bit her bottom lip, panting herself.
"I hate math," Rachel replied lifting up her head to kiss Santana's collar bone softly, her other hand now finding its way down to the top of Santana's jeans. Rachel slid her hand down between the fabric of Santana's underwear and the denim to sit on her buttock, lifting it slightly as she flexed her fingers.
"Shit Rach," Santana gasped shuddering slightly at the combination of Rachel's hand on her behind and the light trail of kisses she was now making down to the middle of her chest.
"You're perfect," Rachel said, admiring Santana's flawless skin as she leant back slightly to observe her form. She felt Rachel's hand come back out from the back of her jeans and trace around the side of her hip, playing with the waist band at the front, tickling the skin there pleasurably. The space between her legs grew wetter and Santana bought their mouths back together eagerly, her own knee sliding forward and pressing into Rachel's centre, causing her to push their hips together even further in response.
"Fucking hell," she heard someone mutter stunned, but, it wasn't Rachel's raspy tone and Santana snapped her head up in alarm to glance at the door where her brother Chris stood watching, his jaw agape in disbelief. "Don't stop on my account," he said seriously and Santana sat up, grabbing a pillow off the bed.
"Jesus Christ," she said hurtling the pillow in his direction. "Fuck off Chris." She cursed.
He smirked in her direction.
"Wait until mom and dad hear about this." He said simply before disappearing out the door again and closing it behind him.
"Shit," Santana cursed again, looking down at Rachel who had been looking away from the door, her eyes fixed firmly on the wall opposite, her face flushed, whether still from pleasure or embarrassment Santana couldn't be sure. Rachel turned her face to meet Santana's eyes and Santana exhaled slowly, knowing that she needed to speak to, and more than likely bribe her brother for his silence before her parents got home. "Shit," she cursed again and she leant forward to rest her forehead on Rachel's shoulder dismayed.
