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A/N: Sorry for leaving you hanging on that line but the temptation was just too great. I didn't leave you hanging that long, right. I don't know what you guys were expecting this chapter to be but somehow I bet it wasn't this. Hope you enjoy anyway.
Chapter 29
The Morning After
"Okay, Rach, I'm reasonably certain that you said what I think you just said but can you, just for my sake, repeat it for me please?" Tina said sitting up in Brittany's bed, wincing at the sunlight.
"Tina!" Rachel hissed quietly.
"Rachel," Tina said, digging through her bag for the pajamas that she'd packed but never gotten around to putting on last night, "can you recognize that I'm stalling here, trying to organize my thoughts in the wake of a massive headache for your benefit? Just say it again, please."
"Very well, I think I had sexual intercourse with Santana Lopez last night after we left Prom," Rachel whispered.
"Don't say 'sexual intercourse' just say 'sex.' No big words this morning. Also, Santana sleeps like the dead, you don't have to whisper. Which reminds me, I need to leave the room so I don't wake up Brittany, hold on," Tina finished dressing herself and quietly let herself out of the bedroom into the bathroom down the hall, "okay, there. Now present your case."
"Excuse me?" Rachel said.
"You said you think you had sex with Santana. That assumes that you don't remember having sex with Santana, or you'd have just said 'I had sex with Santana' so let's hear your evidence."
"A reasonable request, I suppose. I woke up with her in my bed, or rather I woke up in the guest room in bed with her spooning me. Also she has at least two instances of what I am certain is my lipstick on her neck."
"Cuddling and intimate kisses are a far cry from sex," Tina countered.
"I see your point and add the following: I have fuzzy recollections of being touched intimately and I am also without pants. Pants that Santana is currently wearing, I find."
"Okay, the pants thing is slightly damning. The fuzzy recollections could easily be a dream. Okay, I've been trying to come up with a polite way of saying this but it's too early and I'm too hung over, so here it goes: If Santana popped your cherry, there's gonna be blood in the bed. Just look for it."
"I tore my hymen when I was twelve. I was in ballet class…"
"It's too early from an excerpt for the Rachel Berry Biography, honey. You're left with only one way knowing for sure, asking her. I don't recommend waking her up or even trying, so here's what you do: take some aspirin, drink a glass of water, and go back to sleep. I'll call you when I wake up for real. When San wakes up, tell her that me and Britt want to have a late lunch so that, say it just like this, I, Tina want to give her a chance to do what we talked about in the bathroom last night. And no, I won't explain what that means, it's private, and then we can inquire what happened last night."
"Very well, do I go to my bed or the guest bed?"
"I lost track. Go to the bed that Santana's in."
"Might I enquire why?" Rachel asked.
"Because she's trying, Rach, she's trying to be less of a bitch. Assume for the moment that you two didn't hook up last night. That means that you went to her to cuddle. She didn't say yes for her benefit, Santana's not a cuddler. So she did it to make you happy and if you bail on her suddenly, she'll probably be pissed and The Santana Self-Improvement Express will probably run off the rails and we may never get her back."
"And if Santana and I did have sex?"
Tina shrugged, "Then, at least she stayed, which I'm given to understand isn't really the norm for her, so it has to mean something. Just go back to sleep, Rach. If you're as hung over as I am, and you have to be because you were a lot more drunk than I was, then you have to be tired."
"I shall, one more question. What if she asks about last night?"
"Be vague. Say you had a good time, but that you could do with less alcohol in the future. Something like that."
"Thank you for listening. I'll see you later. Love you, T."
"You better," Tina said, "Love you, too." She walked back into Brittany's bedroom to find Brittany stirring in bed.
"Who were you talking to?" she inquired.
"Explain later. Sleep now," Tina mumbled.
"Naked now," Brittany replied. "I want my naked cuddle time."
"Well, who could say no to a request like that?" Tina questioned as she quickly shed her pajamas again and climbing into bed.
"Look at all those sexy scratches on you, Boo. You totally look like you had sexy times with a wild animal."
"It was definitely wild, Baby."
After she hung up her phone, Rachel walked across the hall into the bathroom. She found a bottle of aspirin and a bottle of water sitting on the sink next to an open tube of toothpaste. Having no clue as to whether she'd used it last night or not, Rachel took a few minutes to brush her teeth. Under normal circumstances of course, Rachel knew she would never leave the cap off of the toothpaste, but clearly she had been heavily intoxicated last night, though she wasn't sure how that had come about. After making up for potential neglect of good oral hygiene, Rachel took two of the aspirin and downed it with a drink of the water which wasn't even remotely cold and had, in fact, already been opened. After drinking out of what was clearly someone else's water bottle, Rachel seriously considered brushing her teeth again, but settled for rinsing with mouth wash.
She walked back into the guest room quietly but as it turned out she needn't have worried when Santana turned her head to look at her, "You alright, Superstar? You get sick again?" Rachel just shook her head and contemplated the implication of the question. "It's early yet, you still hung over?" Rachel nodded, she really didn't know what to say or do. She had a plan of how to handle the day's events and Santana being awake already was not a part of that. "You take some aspirin? Drink some water?" Rachel nodded once more. "Want to go back to sleep for a while?" Rachel smiled and nodded again, this was part of the plan. Santana nodded her head to indicate the empty space next to her in the bed. Rachel climbed up next to the Latina whom Rachel just happened to notice had an extreme case of bed-head which Rachel couldn't help but find endearing. For some reason Rachel had always had the notion that Santana was somehow able to roll out of bed looking flawlessly beautiful. The notion that she too had to spend large portions of her morning forcing her hair to behave somehow made her feel more accessible as a person.
Rachel lay down on her side facing away from Santana suddenly uncertain of the protocol for being spooned. Her only previous occasion with being held in her sleep was with Brittany who had practically pounced on her and left no doubt in the matter. After only a moment, Santana snaked her left arm between Rachel and the bed and dragged the tiny diva up against her and wrapping her arm across Rachel's stomach. Santana pulled a blanket up over them and then rested her right hand on Rachel's hip on top of the blanket. When she'd been cuddled by Brittany she'd felt an overwhelming emotional warmth. This time she felt that as well, but much more prominently she felt something she'd never felt before outside of her fathers. She felt safe, like she was under Santana's protection and no one messed with Santana.
Rachel covered Santana's left arm with her right and pulled herself tight the other girl's embrace. She shut her eyes and readied herself to drift back off to sleep. A moment later she said, "Santana?"
"Hmmm?" Santana said.
"Thank you for staying with me," Rachel said quietly.
"Eres bienvenida, Estrella," Santana said softly that Rachel almost didn't hear.
Shortly after noon, Tina awoke for the second time, this time feeling much better this time. She still had a bit of a headache and her legs were still sore, but she thought that was more likely from all the dancing than the alcohol. She turned her head to look at the beautiful blonde laying next to her apparently still asleep. From their relative positions Tina found herself with an eyeful of Brittany's perfect right breast, naked and beautiful. Thinking of no good reason not to, Tina shifted forward to wrap her mouth around the already hard nipple. Brittany inhaled sharply and exhaled a sigh of contentment. She brought her right hand up to the back of Tina's head to press her tighter against herself. "This is like totally the best way ever to wake up, T."
"Thought you might like it," Tina responded.
"Shhh! Less talking, more licking," Brittany said raising her other hand to tease her left nipple. Tina's right hand went to Brittany's abs instinctively at this point. She traced the contours of the blonde's stomach muscles absently and Brittany sighed again. "I think when we're older and we have like our own place, we should so have naked cuddle time like every night so we can always wake up with morning sexy times."
Tina let go of the nipple and began trailing down Brittany's stomach. "I gotta say I love that idea," she said in between kisses, "especially right now." Tina began tracing the outline of Brittany's abdominals with the tip of her tongue. "Have a mentioned how absolutely sexy your abs are?"
"Only like all the time, but like I totally said yesterday I work super hard to keep them looking that way so it's way awesome that they turn you on so much," Brittany said, meanwhile Tina continued her decent towards Brittany throbbing core, "it kinda makes the work outs easier cuz I'm like totally doing it for you." Tina brushed her fingers gently over the folds of Brittany's core. "Boo, no fingers, okay? You gave me like five orgasms last night, I'm way tender today. Just kisses and licking, okay?"
"I like a challenge," Tina said as she ran her tongue beside Brittany's sex sending a full body shiver through her. Tina took hold of her girlfriend's hips to try to hold her still, not that she was anywhere near as strong as Brittany or had any prayer of actually holding her still. She moved to mirror her actions on the other side for Brittany, and just as she did, Rachel started singing "Don't Rain on My Parade" again. "Can you shut that off? I'm not going to be able to concentrate on this with her voice in my head. Just press the ignore button." Brittany grabbed the phone and went to do as instructed just as Tina ran her tongue up the length of Brittany's slit. Brittany's body convulsed just as she tapped the screen.
"A think I accidentally answered it," Brittany said.
"Then hang up," Tina replied before latching onto Brittany's clit and sucked hard.
Brittany rather loudly moaned and said, "That would be totally rude. Hello?" she said into the phone.
"Brittany?" Rachel said, "Is… can I talk to Tina?"
"Tina's busy giving me sexy times, what…oh…what's up?"
"Oh my! I can call back later," Rachel said sounding very flustered.
"Or you can… oh, yeah, just like that… just tell me what's up?" Brittany replied breathily.
"We were going to have lunch, our foursome… that is to say, the four of us," Rachel quickly corrected.
Brittany laughed at Rachel's slip of the tongue and then moaned at Tina's. "Lunch, T?"
"Late lunch," she said, never stopping her attention to Brittany's center.
"T says it's gonna be a late lunch. She neeeeeeeeeds about a half an hour to finish what she's do... do… doing, then getting dressed and meeting you. Give us like an hour."
"Shower," Tina said into Brittany's core.
"Right, we totally need a shower. Bet… omigod, omigod Boo. Hour and a half, textwheretomeetbyeeeeeee!"
Rachel hung up and stared at her phone utterly mortified at what had just happened. "I think I may be scared for life," she said looking at Santana sitting next to her on the couch at Santana's house. Santana gave her a puzzled look but said nothing. "Brittany answered the phone because Tina wasn't able to at the time."
"So?"
"Tina wasn't able to answer the phone because she was busy having sexual intercourse with Brittany." Santana gave her an incredulous look. "What?"
"And you didn't mess with them or talk dirty to them or anything?"
"To my best friend's girlfriend?"
"She answered the phone during sex. There are no rules in that scenario."
"So what is this thing that you were supposed to do last night?" Rachel said changing the subject.
"Wait and see," Santana said simply.
Ninety minutes later the four of them were gathered around a table in a café waiting on their food. Tina was sitting quietly listening to Santana explain herself to Brittany in a considerably more calm manner than she'd explained it to Tina. Rachel, thoroughly unaware of any of this, sat stunned silent. Brittany was likewise stunned, "So you're… in love with me?"
"Yeah, honey, I am," Santana said.
"But we're still like besties, right?"
"God I hope so. Look, Britt I didn't tell you this to try to change anything between us. I love having you as my best friend. I also didn't tell you this because I want to try to like bust you guys up. You and T are great together. I'd have kept all this to myself and dealt with on my own but I was being all stupid and jealous last night and accidentally told T and she wasn't gonna keep it from you, so she gave me the chance to tell you first."
"I kinda feel super bad for you, San," Brittany said.
"Don't. I had years and years to man up and I couldn't do it. I couldn't deal with the things people would say. She manned up. She's the better woman. She deserves you. How did you do that, by the way?"
Tina just shrugged and pointed a finger at herself and said, "Asian Goth Girl, remember? Everybody already talked about me, so becoming Asian Goth Gay Girl wasn't that big a deal to me. I mean, that's not to say I wasn't concerned about things, but that was pretty far down the list."
Brittany looked at Tina, "We need to find someone for Sannie like we did for RaeRae except, y'know less sucky since Matty totally choked."
"I don't know, Britt. I think she may have found someone else on her own. Right, San?"
"I do just the fuck fine on my own," Santana replied not really seeing where Tina was going.
"I don't just mean for sexy times, San," Brittany said. "I mean someone you can love, so that you just have to be sad or mad all the time cuz you can't be with me."
"I think she may have already done that, Britt," Tina said looking Santana in the eyes.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Santana challenged, she looked at Rachel and with anger ratcheting up in her voice said, "What the fuck is she talking about?"
"Why are you looking at me? Why are you yelling at me?" Rachel said defensively.
"Because this whole lunch thing was planned without anyone ever calling me, so that means that they knew I was with you. That means one of the four people that knew I was there, you, your dads, or my dad, called them to tell them I was at your house and somehow I doubt it was any of our fathers. When you got up this morning, you called Tina, didn't you? What the fuck did you tell them about last night?"
"I may have told her that there was a possibility that you and I had engaged in a drunken bout of sexual intercourse that I had no memories of…"
"YOU WHAT?"
"Santana keep your voice down. You know as well as I that we were in bed together this morning."
"So we were in fucking bed together, so what? That means that I have no fucking morals whatsoever? We were both fucking dressed!"
"In point of fact, Santana, I was half dressed. I had no pants on. Pants that you were wearing, I might add. On top of that, my lipstick was smeared on your neck, so forgive me for…"
"For what? You kissed me and I fucking let you because fuck me for feeling a little fucking lonely last night, and maybe I accidentally tagged second helping you get ready for bed and I borrowed your fucking clothes because I was too tired to drive all the way home, and now for all my good deeds you're sitting here accusing me of fucking rape." All three other girls' jaws dropped at the word, "As though I could do that… to you, of all fucking people!"
"I never accused you of…"
"You said you think I fucked you while you were too fucking drunk to say no. That's the goddamn definition of date rape, Rachel!"
"Fine, I didn't mean… I suppose I'll have to take your word for what happened…"
"Forced to take my word? Because my fucking word isn't good enough? I'm a rapist and fucking liar, now? Fuck you Berry!" With that Santana knocked her chair over standing up suddenly and nearly knocked over the server coming to tell them to keep it down as she stormed out of the restaurant.
"Britt, go with her," Tina instructed quickly. Brittany quickly gave Tina a peck on the cheek and then was hot on Santana's tail. "I can't believe you, Rachel."
"Me?"
"Okay, she's blowing things out proportion with the whole 'date rape' thing and I don't know what's up with that, but you just called her a liar to her face after she spent the whole night taking care of you."
"Taking…" Rachel began.
"She figured out the punch bowl was spiked," Tina explained "she got us out of there so that nothing happened to us, and evidentially she stayed with you all night to make sure you were okay and apparently did a great job of it since you were up and around and feeling much better than me or Britt even though you were far more drunk than we were."
"Poop," Rachel said softly.
"Yeah, 'poop' is right. I swear to God, Rachel, I don't know how but you're going to make this right, and I don't think your famous cookies are gonna cut it this time."
A/N: Is that a crazy roller coaster of emotions or what? Please review and tell me what you think.
