It wasn't an easy week for Rachel and Santana. After the unexpected kisses, things got weird between the two married girls. Santana tried to devote herself entirely to Brittany. The cheerios spent the days after the party at Quinn's house as if they were on their honeymoon. Santana's whole plan to progressively cool the relationship (at least as far as the sexual aspect is concerned) went down the drain, and for the wrong reasons. She spent as little time as possible at the Berries' house, but that didn't mean that the cheerios' captain mind was focused on the beautiful blue-eyed woman. Santana was confused as hell. She couldn't understand why. After all, Rachel was an annoying girl that she promised to hate. Right?

It was the same with Rachel. She scheduled a date night with Finn just to have sex like always: without much imagination and never reaching orgasm. Being with Finn was no longer the same. Yes, she hadn't stopped loving her choir's co-captain. But her desire and her body were no longer exclusively aimed at the big guy. She experimented with Santana an electricity that was new to her, and yet, that brought a strange impulse to want to explore those sensations more deeply. Rachel couldn't believe that all she had to do was kiss her own wife.

Rachel and Santana avoided each other as much as possible at school and at home throughout the week. They didn't even say a directly word to each other. Not even a simple "good morning". Still, Santana watched Rachel when she thought she wasn't looking and vice versa.

"Okay, what's going on between you and Berry?" Quinn cornered Santana at school.

"Nothing is happening between me and Tyrion Lannister." Santana frowned and stiffened her posture.

"Really, Sansa Stark?" Quinn crossed her arms

"Bitch!"

"Because I could have sworn that you can't take your eyes off her, or her from you. What happened? Did you have sex or something?" Seeing her friend's reaction, Quinn's eyes widened. "Oh my God. You had sex with Berry and spent the whole week doing the walk of shame! That's why you are incredible affectionate to Britt even in public!"

"You're wrong!" Santana hurried to undo the misunderstanding. "I didn't have sex with... her."

"So? Something happened."

Santana sighed. She looked around to see if Brittany or anyone else from the choir, especially the gossip masters Mercedes and Tina, were around.

"You know, last week's Wednesday Rachel and I went out to celebrate my college acceptation and we kissed."

"Just a kiss?"

"Some kisses."

"Some kisses made Santana Lopez confused? Since when?"

"I don't know, Fabray. Some kisses on a certain girl made me morph for the first time."

It was Quinn's turn to blush. Santana never touched on the subject, or even Quinn, which didn't mean that the experience they had when they were 13 was forgotten.

"It must have been a hell of kiss to make you look like this." Quinn snapped.

"Berry's cool."

"Cool how?"

"I cannot say whether this has always been there repressed or... What I know is that Berry... look, I hate this girl, but, but..." Santana lacked words to express herself.

"Did she get you horny?"

"Basically."

"And you weren't on your period, because you are now. I can tell by your uniform. So, your horny boy excuse can't be applied in this case."

"Fuck you."

"You wish… Anyway, I know you're doing it with Britt a lot these days! She talked about it in her Brittany way to gossip. She's making the girls jealous and even more curious about you. Ask Tina."

"Oh… my… God… no…"

"But I'm impressed that all the sex with Brittany didn't get Berry out of your head."

"I can't explain. Maybe I'm curious... she's… my wife. Isn't it weird?"

"I know that Rachel has this irritatingly toxic effect. She is unbearable and yet attractive. So, if you want to know, get her out of your system."

"How?"

"I don't know, San. Fuck her!"

"It won't be necessary. I can't do this to Britt."

"Meditation is also very good, but slow."

"Fuck you, Fabray."

"You wish."

"No, you wish." Santana frowned, and leaned her back on the lockers. "It's just… things used to be easier before Britt, in my boy's phase when I was in the closet, and before she and I became exclusives. It had been a long time since I felt this curiosity for someone else. I really don't know what to do."

"Cold showers?" Quinn made a face. "Or you should talk to Berry. I'm sure she will say something that will make you forget it."

"You're no help, Fabray!"

"Anyway, for real, you should talk to Brittany. She will be pissed, but at least she will be able to help you. Maybe she can agree with a break, so you can just get Berry out of your system without much guilty. I don't know, San. This is your karma, not mine."

Meanwhile, Rachel was pacing the music room. She had tried in vain to rehearse something for Nyada's auditions. She couldn't focus on the songs, the interpretation. She couldn't stay calm. That was when Kurt showed up, at the request of his best friend.

"Can I know what the current crisis is?" Kurt crossed his arms as soon as he entered the room. "What Santana did this time?" Santana was the predominant subject between them in those days.

"Nothing. On the contrary. She's spending most of her time with Brittany and we've barely spoken these days."

"So?"

"Hypothetically, what would you do if you really want to eat milk chocolate after you found out you are diabetic?"

"What? Rachel, what's going on?"

"Seriously, Kurt. Keep the hypothetical situation."

"Well..." Kurt sat on the chair and thought for a moment. "Eating milk chocolate when you're diabetic is like having something you shouldn't."

"Basically. What would you do?"

"I would buy diet chocolate, Rachel."

"Yes, but let's say you tried to eat diet chocolate, and that didn't take away your desire to eat milk chocolate."

"Well, speaking of diabetes, sometimes you have to eat a little sugar to balance the chemistry. It's something that you need to do once in a while, I suppose."

"So, do you mean that you would eat milk chocolate once just to balance the chemistry?"

"Maybe yes. Diet chocolate has more fat than milk chocolate. On the other hand, milk chocolate is dangerous because sugar is addictive and your chances of relapse increase. So it's up to you to decide if you want to stay eating fat diet chocolate, even if it doesn't satisfy you completely, or give in to the temptations of milk chocolate, which will satisfy you, but with the risk of relapse. Or maybe you should eat none. Rachel, seriously, what's going on?"

"I'll tell you sometime." Rachel kissed her friend on the cheek. "Thank you."

Rachel left the music room and thought for a moment. Was this really what she wanted? Judging by the constant discomfort between her legs just thinking about the possibility, and the jealousy she struggles to hide, it was very likely. Unfortunately, she passed Santana in the halls. They exchanged glances and followed their respective paths without saying a word.

When Rachel got home, in the middle of that afternoon, she was surprised that Santana was already at the table doing her homework at that hour. It was a surprise because she knew that Santana was spending all those days with Brittany, and only came home late at night. Rachel came over and sat down beside her. She observed what subject Santana was researching for, but apparently the girl was just scribbling the paper.

"Can't you concentrate?" Rachel asked.

"Nope."

"I'm not really focused on these days either." Rachel took Santana's book. It was geography. "How many people are in that geography class anyway? I think it's the most unpopular subject in the school." Rachel frowned. "And what will this do to help you in your career? Aren't you going to be a lawyer?"

"Before going to the law school, I need to graduate on something." Santana frowned. "I like political science. Geography helps to understand a lot about the subject. Maybe I will specialize in geopolitics, who knows?"

"Don't you think about your artistic career at all?"

Santana sighed and thought for a moment.

"I would love to be a successful pop singer or an actress. Be a star. I think I have enough attitude and talent for that. Perhaps New York is an opportunity to test these waters. Maybe I can get some gigs. But, let's face it: if it doesn't work, I need to be able to get a good job. I don't want to serve tables for the rest of my life."

"Have you, by any chance, ever served tables?"

"Last summer vacation. My dad said he wouldn't give me a cent, and I had to get a job to pay for the weeklong trip to Mexico that I was planning with Brittany."

"Is that why Brittany came back speaking Spanish and wanted to sing Julieta Venegas in the choir?"

"While I was saving some money to travel, she spent her vacation reinforcing Spanish. She speaks much better than me." Santana smiled a little as she remembered the great vacation she had with Brittany. It was five days of pure fun.

When Rachel saw Santana's dreamy look, she was jealous. It was a small irrational anger at Brittany and the love Santana felt for her girlfriend. Rachel never did anything like that with Finn. Even though she loved him very much, she never had the chance to experience a vacation week with her boyfriend. Instead, she spent two weeks at the artistic camp to improve her skills. For a moment, Rachel considered leaving Santana alone, but her wife ran her fingertips over the golden ring. The simple gesture sent chills down Rachel's spine in a good way.

"Didn't you ever think about take it off?" Santana asked.

"Sincerely? Yes, I did. I hated looking at this ring, but I get used to and I even like it now." Rachel gave a small smile. "And yours?"

"The same here... we didn't really have an easy start, did we?"

"I don't think it would be easy anyway."

A silence fell between them. Santana was uncomfortable and almost leaving the room when Rachel hold her hand and exploded.

"I think we should have sex." Seeing that Santana was still not reacting due to the shock, she closed her eyes and decided to elaborate. "Let's say I am diabetic with a desire to eat milk chocolate, because diet chocolate is too fat and it's not satisfying me."

"What?"

"I want to try milk chocolate!"

"Am I the milk chocolate?"

"Basically." Rachel sighed. "Listen. Ever since we kissed, I've been having these thoughts. I've been wondering... what it would be like… to be with you. So, to stop thinking about it, what is spending a lot of my energy, maybe it would be better to experiment. So I can get back to focusing on Nyada and my relationship with Finn. I don't know if you feel the same, but if you don't, could you... still be able to? It's just sex. It doesn't need to mean anything more. I think I just want to try milk chocolate once, so I can forget it."

Santana was genuinely surprised by her wife's request. That hobbit could go straight to the point. And Rachel's proposal excited her, which, at the same time, she wanted to hit herself and also indulge in desire and curiosity. She was a mess, still, she was horny. Santana held Rachel's hand gently, looked her in the eye and nodded.

"I know what you mean, yes, we could. We could... once... just to see how it goes. I need to get you out of my system anyway."

"What?" Rachel said a little offended.

"I'm also curious, and I think that if we... do it... this curiosity will pass?"

"Yes, it's just to see how it's like... just one time thing."

Santana reached for her wife's hair and placed a curl behind her ear. One smiled at the other and they kissed. Rachel first let herself go, as she always did. She let Santana's hands roam over parts of her body, such as her back, her sides of her breasts, her neck, maybe a small squeeze on her ass, until the moment when her hand rested on the threshold between her blouse and skirt. Santana was surprised when Rachel took her hand and guided her under her shirt to one of her breasts. Santana broke the kiss for a moment, looked Rachel in the eye and gently began to massage her breast. She made circular movements with her thumb on the nipple, and watched her wife's reactions.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes!" Rachel said breathlessly. She was surprised that Santana made her feel that way, and how erotic, almost liberating, that moment felt. As if she were finally allowed to feel pleasure. They kissed again more calmly.

Santana became more attentive, cautious. She was testing waters to see how far Rachel would like to go. She was surprised when Rachel dropped her hand to the unexpected place, on top of mini-Lopez. More to the point, it was impossible.

"Rach?" Santana broke the kiss again.

"You seem to want this very much."

"The million dollar question is: do you really want to?" Santana returned the question.

"Can I change my mind any time?"

"Any time. You say 'no' and I stop. No questions asked."

Rachel made a bold move and removed her blouse, revealing the very common nude bra. She got up from the chair and pulled Santana out of the dining room. They went upstairs hand in hand and Rachel decided to go to her own room, but Santana stopped halfway. She quickly entered her own room and, when she returned the next minute, showed a trio of packages with condoms.

"I'm not in sync with you, but we can't take risks..."

"More than one condom?"

"We never know."

Rachel swallowed for a moment, but decided to continue. They went to Rachel's room. Santana held her wife by the waist and kissed her passionately, preventing Rachel's plans to get naked under the sheets. Her hands roamed her body from the waist up, and when Rachel noticed, her bra was already gone. Yeap, her wife was good. Santana led her to the bed, they lay with Santana on top. The cheerio kissed the diva nipples, sucking them lightly, and smiled when she saw how hard and upright they were. Santana got up and took off her blouse and bra. She hold Rachel's hands to her breasts and gave her wife time to get to know her body better. Santana's breasts were bulkier and firmer. Rachel thought it would be weird, but involved in the whole seduction environment, she liked to feel her wife's breasts in her hands.

"Am I doing it right?"

"Yes, you are." Santana smiled at Rachel's insecurity.

Santana brought her hands up to the waist of Rachel's skirt and unbuttoned it. she discarded it and saw Rachel wearing only (cotton) panties for the first time. Still not wanting to startle her wife, she kissed her and massaged her breasts before reaching Rachel's sex. Rachel felt a shock wave when Santana touched her clit in a slow circular motion.

"Do you like it?" Santana stopped the caress, but didn't remove her hand from Rachel's sex.

"This is... this is... good..."

Santana smiled, kissed her and began to caress her clitoris again.

"Do you want me to continue?"

"Yes!" Rachel couldn't believe how good it was. It was much better than when she touched herself.

When Santana felt Rachel's panties soaked, she reached into the fabric and felt Rachel's wet sex for the first time. She continued to stimulate her wife and, as there were no objections, she penetrated two fingers, causing Rachel's body to curve forward.

"Oh Santana ..." Rachel murmured, clearly approaching orgasm.

Santana put out her fingers for a moment to remove Rachel's panties. She smiled when she saw that Rachel was taking care of herself, that the pubic hair was short and the outline was shaved.

"Rachel, have you ever been kissed down here?" Santana asked as a lazy finger circled her clitoris.

"No..." Rachel said, already impatient, needing relief.

Santana repositioned herself and opened Rachel's legs, who resisted briefly.

"But what if… what if it doesn't smell good? Or the taste?"

"Trust me."

Santana kissed the inside of Rachel's thighs. All at the right time, until she kissed her wife's sex. Rachel howled when she felt Santana's skillful tongue thrust at her clitoris. Her hot mouth kissing her sex was the best thing ever. Rachel, who was always disgusted by licking, approved the gesture when done in the lower zone. Another jump came when two fingers penetrated her again, and began to make rapid movements at the same time as the mouth continued to work.

"Oh... god... Santana!" Rachel let out the cry when the orgasm came.

Santana smiled. She always smiled at that moment. Regardless of what happened next, it was time for the job to be done and to merit. She watched Rachel in astonishment, still feeling the waves of orgasm. No words were said. When Rachel relaxed, Santana kissed her on the mouth before lying down next to her to remove the shorts and the underwear she was wearing. Rachel was impressed to see a naked woman with a penis for the first time. And apparently, Santana's dick really needed attention, as it was hard and erect. Rachel was somewhat relieved. Not that she had many references, but it seemed to her that Santana's dick had a good size. She could say it was big, but far from being huge to scare, or thick enough to intimidate. Santana was well endowed enough. Santana rubbed it on Rachel's vulva so that her fluids were spread over the skin of the penis. Santana decided to "play" a little bit, and circled the head against the clitoris.

"Won't you..." Rachel was enjoying the friction, but she wanted more. Her vagina needed attention.

"Do you want to go all the way?"

"Obviously."

Santana smiled and penetrated Rachel. She allowed herself to feel the skin of Rachel's vagina against her own. It was delicious. Rachel was tight, warm, soft, wet. Santana thrust four times, then put it out. She sat for a moment, picked up the condom and unrolled it. She could play some game, make Rachel masturbate her, but at that point it wouldn't be practical. Rachel spread her legs once more for Santana to position herself. She put it in again with ease. Rachel was so wet that she slid in without problems. Santana closed her eyes, enjoying the tight vagina surrounding the penis, and continued to move slowly. She was enjoying the moment and retarding the ejaculation as long as she could.

"Are you enjoying this" Santana asked.

"If you stop, I'll kill you."

"Rachel, I really want you to come with me, but I'm not going to last as long as I would like... not in this first round... so... can you touch yourself?"

Santana made room for Rachel's hand to come down to the clitoris. And didn't the trick work? Rachel stimulated the already ultra-sensitive clitoris while Santana increased the pace of the thrusts. No one else said anything. Santana concentrated on the rhythm for enjoyment, while Rachel worked on accelerating hers. Santana came with a howl. She put it out and rolled to the side. Rachel was so close, and Santana felt it. It was one of the things she hated in mini-Lopez: once ejaculation occurred, she was hardly able to continue and keep pace. Santana removed the condom and threw it in the wastebasket next to Rachel's dressing table, which would later receive complaints, and went back to lie down next to her wife.

"I'm so sorry." Santana rubbed a hand over her face. "Mini-Lopez robs me of a lot of energy."

"I… I think I came too. And you are above expectations." Rachel said without thinking too much. Still breathing hard.

"It was a good first round." Santana also replied breathlessly.

"First round?"

"With mini-Lopez, I can do it again one more time, maybe two more times. With my orchid we would spend the whole night doing this."

"Do you call your vagina an orchid?" Rachel smiled.

"It's a noble flower."

Rachel smiled and shook her head. Then she realized something different, in addition to the orgasm she had never felt before: she wasn't under the sheets. They were naked, exposed, over the sheets, and Rachel, surprisingly, was okay with that.

"This is still surreal." Rachel took a good look at mini-Lopez. "I mean... you aren't a trans woman, or intersex, and it will be gone soon. This is surreal!"

"Technically, morphs are a variation of intersex people. A mutant one passed by a gene. It's like a lame superpower. Considering that 0.3% of the world population are women and men that can morph. In a way, yeah, it really is surreal."

"It's your superpower."

"I'd rather have another one."

"Like what?"

"Flying! It would be awesome."

"This doesn't exist, unfortunately."

"Not that we know, anyway… but there are people stronger than normal. Or that can be under the water longer… or which has a very keen sense of smell, like a dog! These things exist and we can considerer superpowers in a certain way."

"Can I... touch you?" Rachel asked hesitantly.

"Sure." Santana took Rachel's hand and led it to the penis. "Hold on tight, but gently." Santana explained, showing her wife how to masturbate her. "You can put your thumb on the head and move this way. It feels really good for me."

Rachel found it interesting how Santana explained the way she liked to be touched. It wasn't like that with Finn. Rachel took her boyfriend's penis under the sheets and masturbated him just before the penetration happened. She never learned techniques. With Santana, it was a new experience. A good one. Santana also noticed Rachel's little sexual experience, the result of an unimaginative sex routine. Hence for adopting a certain teaching attitude. Rachel, as a good student, followed the instructions and, by Santana's reaction, did everything right.

"Mini Lopez is ready for the second round."

An idea crossed Rachel's mind. It was more of a curiosity that she never did with Finn, but she wanted to try anyway, or she would never know if she would like it or not. Rachel held the base of mini-Lopez and brought its head to her mouth and sucked it quickly. Santana loved the gesture, but it was a process of discovery, and she did everything possible and impossible not to interfere. For Rachel, Santana's taste wasn't unpleasant, and she sucked the head again. Santana stroked Rachel's hair while her wife tried things she could enjoy or not. Rachel put out her mouth, but continued to masturbate her wife, taking advantage of the informality and discoveries.

"You need to stop touching me, or we won't have a second round." Santana warned.

Rachel obeyed and looked at her curiously, as if trying to guess what her wife had in mind. Santana ran her finger over the slippery pussy and inserted a finger. Rachel closed her eyes with the pleasant sensation.

"Have you done it from behind?" Santana asked, nibbling on her wife's ear as she stimulated her with the fingers.

"Santana... not there..." Rachel was worried for a moment.

"I didn't say anal sex, I said, from behind. It's one of my favorite positions."

Santana put out her fingers and brought them to her mouth to suck them. Stupidly erotic gesture for Rachel, who was urgently needing to reach her second (maybe third) orgasm. Rachel didn't even think twice about getting on all fours. Santana took a second condom and put it on, before turning her attention again to Rachel, or rather, her buttocks. Rachel had a nice ass. Santana kissed her, and stroked her breasts, until she came down for her wife's pussy. She adjusted the position and penetrated it a second time. Santana had to be very controlled not to come before Rachel. She kept a steady pace while speeding up her clitoris movements. Rachel leaned forward, resting her face on the mattress, in a movement that was natural to her, causing the penetration to deepen. Santana increased the movements, and Rachel's legs were wobbly, she was close to climax once again. Santana slowed the pace of the thrusts, but used more force and intensified the caresses on the clitoris and, thus, did it until Rachel came. Yes, from behind it was great, despite the submissive position.

"Rachel!" Santana screamed when she felt an orgasm a minute after her wife.

She put mini-Lopez out once again and turned to the side to remove the second condom. Santana was exhausted and knew she couldn't do it anymore. She had no more energy. All she did was get the sheet to cover her and Rachel.

"Has the mighty Santana Lopez got tired?" Rachel teased as she turned on her side and saw that her wife was sleepy and quiet.

"I'm not ashamed to say yes, Berry."

"Already calling me Berry? That hurts." She teased, not really offended.

"Okay Rachel, you won! I need my beauty sleep now."

Rachel was also exhausted. The experience was better than she imagined. Suddenly, the experience that was supposed to be unique, became a problem. Now that she knew that having an orgasm was quite different than just enjoying it, Rachel would want more. Rachel's personality was like this: she always did everything to get what she wanted. But what could that imply for Finn, Brittany and Santana?