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The song is 'I Like It Heavy' by Halestorm. Well, I made some creative adjustments.

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Sure enough, the rumors had spread about a strange woman that'd come to pick up Brittany and Santana. The rumors were running rampant, each one crazier than the last, and Brittany loved it all, but her mind elsewhere. She was standing in front of her third period, alone, and she was glad her face showed that she didn't want to be bothered. Because she didn't. She was thinking hard about the change in the group's dynamic. It was a good change, but a change, nevertheless. The night before they'd stayed up until two in the morning. They played video games and watched movies. It was fun. Puck came by around midnight and it was like a sleepover. With the emotional roller coaster over the last few weeks, it was relaxing not to have a cloud hanging over them. However, it was another dynamic that had her lost in thought.

Santana.

She loved her best friend, knew that no one really knew her, but never did Brittany think Santana would be the one to crack the code of Rachel Krayevsky.

That morning, Santana was down before everyone and had cooked an actual breakfast. Pancakes (blueberry for Brittany), eggs, hash-browns, and turkey sausage with coffee; the toaster, peanut butter, and honey nowhere in sight. When Rachel came down, Santana put down a plate of food in front of her, and everyone waited to see what would happen next. Never in the last decade had Rachel eaten anything other than peanut butter and honey toast for breakfast, but she ate every bite and then disappeared upstairs to finish getting ready. Santana nodded to herself and started putting up the food. Santana was at the sink, elbow deep in warm, soapy water when Sam said what they were all thinking.

"I think that's the first time she's eaten actual food for breakfast in years."

Santana, without pausing in her cleaning, said, "When was the last time someone cooked for her?"

Brittany remembered the amount of embarrassment that spread through the kitchen. Even Puck, who was rarely over the house in the morning, seemed ashamed. What Santana said next shocked the hell out of everyone and dug that metaphorical knife in just a little deeper.

"You guys got so used to her eating that crap for breakfast, convincing yourself she didn't want anything else, that you never bothered to cook or ask if she wanted something else. Don't be shocked she ate food, be shocked it took you this long and the arrival of someone new to figure it out."

It destroyed their pride to hear that. Santana had come in, picked up on quirks that they should've years ago, and was single handedly fixing them. The scary thing was Santana was just being Santana. She had no idea that Rachel's Dad, before he went on longer trips, used to cook for Rachel all the time. On top of that, Brittany specifically remembered a time where Sam mentioned that when they were younger, Hiram would cook a massive breakfast every morning and would do the same for dinner. After he died, Rachel's first breakfast without her Papa was peanut butter and honey toast because that was all Leroy knew how to make at the time. Santana cooked that morning because she wanted to, not because she had to.

Brittany sighed when the third-period bell sounded and kicked off the lockers. The change was a good thing, and she hoped that it would translate into their school lives as well. Brittany was tired of being the dumb blonde. She wanted to be herself, and maybe having Santana around could make that happen.

"What are you wearing?"

Rachel looked up from her lunch and glanced between Kurt and Mercedes. "Clothes?" she said.

"What happened to the animal sweaters and stockings?" Kurt asked.

"And those ugly ass loafers," Mercedes added.

"I didn't do laundry last night. This is all I had."

The truth was Rachel was too busy freaking out over the fact Santana made her breakfast to pay attention to what she'd picked out to wear. But it wasn't that bad. She was only wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Not a damn dominatrix outfit.

"Did you hear that?" Kurt fake whispered. "She used a contraction!"

Rachel rolled her eyes and wiped her hands on a napkin. "What do you guys want?" she sighed.

"We're just trying to figure out what's different about you. You've been off all day, and it's not just your clothes. So, what's up? What changed?" Mercedes said.

Before Rachel could respond, her cold meatloaf and mashed potatoes disappeared and was replaced by a plate of lasagna, salad, and a piece of garlic toast. She frowned a little, confused, and when she turned around, Santana was already walking out of the cafeteria with Brittany and Puck.

"Why is Satan bringing you food from BreadStix?" Kurt said.

Rachel looked down at the napkin tucked under the plate, along with the scribbling on the side. The note was simple: Get used to this. Rachel smiled and crumpled up the napkin. Then she frowned at Kurt and said, "Do not call her that. And this isn't from BreadStix."

"Where else are you going to get Italian food in Lima, Ohio?"

Rachel shrugged. She knew Santana cooked this for her. She could just tell. A warmth settled in her stomach at the thought that she personally cooked breakfast and lunch for her. Kurt and Mercedes kept pressing her, asking questions, but Rachel stopped listening. For one, Santana was a damn good cook, and not a single morsel should go wasted. And two, she was too busy thinking about the last time she had a home-cooked meal.

Guess having Santana around wasn't all that bad…

"Holy shit."

"I know right?"

"She's going to lose it."

"Absolutely."

"Think she's going to crack during or after?"

Brittany looked back at Santana, eyes taking in the low-hanging leather pants, the crop top that stopped just a little under her breasts, and the jacket Santana stole from Rachel, and said, "I have no idea."

"She's going to cream her pants," Puck snorted.

"Gross."

"You know it's true."

"I mean, yeah, but still."

Santana walked over, her heels clicking on the auditorium floor and the dragon tattoo on her hip peeking out, and that's when Brittany saw the red contacts and-

"Are you wearing fangs?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Rachel has a thing for vampires," Santana said, fluffing out her hair.

"How the hell did you know that?"

"She said it like twice last night. Hello? We were watching Twilight?"

Brittany scrunched her face. She vaguely remembered that. Puck rubbed the back of his neck and shook his head.

"I'm not sure if I like this game you two are playing. It's becoming weird," he said.

"It's only just starting. Ready to rock this thing out?"

Sam was acting weird. He kept glancing towards the door, his phone in his hands, and he refused to look Rachel directly in the eye. Then there was the fact Brittany, Santana, and Puck were not in the meeting. Something was up.

"Alright, so, today is a free for all," Mister Schue said. "If anyone wants to perform, come on down."

Rachel saw Sam shift in his seat, and just as Finn stood up, the door opened. Brittany walked in with Puck, a guitar hanging off his hip. Rachel stared accusingly at Sam. He smiled sheepishly and stood up also. He walked down the stairs, whispered to Brad, and then sat down behind the piano. Rachel made a face when Brittany put a chair in the middle of the room. The blonde then came up to Rachel and held out her hand.

"It would be better if you just went with it," she whispered.

Rachel swallowed nervously but let Brittany escort her to the chair. She sat down, and Brittany went over to sit behind the drums.

"Okay, what's going on?" Kurt asked.

Instead of giving a verbal answer, Brittany counted out the song and Puck began to play. It took about five seconds for Rachel to recognize the song, and her head snapped to the side as the door opened.

Some like beautiful, perfect and pretty

I see the good in the bad and the ugly

Rachel took in Santana's outfit as she strolled to her. Well, fuck.

I need the volume one louder than ten

Put the pedal to the metal, needle into the red

If the windows ain't shakin' makin' my heart race

If I can't feel it in my chest, I'm in the wrong damn place

Santana sat down in Rachel's lap. That's when she saw the red contacts and the fangs. She gasped. Santana grinned and continued to sing.

Got a demon in my soul and a voice in my head

Sayin' go, go, go I can sleep when I'm dead

There's a sonic revelation bringin' me to my knees

And a woman down below that needs my sympathy

I got a ringin' in my ears, gettin' ready to burst

Screamin' Hallelujah, motherfucker, take me to church

Santana's hips ground down and Rachel tried to put her hands on Santana's waist. They were smacked away, and Santana's eyes warned her that if she did that again, the fun would stop.

I like it louder than the boom of the big bass drum

I need it harder than the sound of guitar grunge

I love to crank it up, make it thump and evil to the core

Head bangin' in the pit and throwin' my horns

Rachel was feeling more than one emotion. She was angry that Santana managed to catch her off guard in the one place Rachel couldn't react the way she wanted. She was irritated, and a little shocked, Sam and the others kept it a secret. She was pissed Santana picked that song because it was such a perfect song. Rachel wanted it heavy. Dark. Gritty. That's who she was, and Santana was singing like she wanted the same thing.

And just like old school Sabbath, Zeppelin, and Lemmy

I need to drop it down low and make it heavy

Rachel took a deep breath when Santana's hand slipped between her thighs, inching close to where she wanted but not close enough.

I like it heavy, whoa

I like it heavy, whoa

I ride the lightning, roll with the thunder

I'm goin' down, down, down with my sisters and brothers.

At that, Santana jumped off her lap and danced over to Puck. She slid down his body and he played along. She moved on to Brittany and ran her hand through the blonde hair, not once taking her eyes off Rachel.

I fell in love with the darkest parts

Standin' on the side of the wild at heart

Santana strolled back over to Rachel and ran her hands over her body. Only for her. Rachel's breathing picked up. The music hit a hard shift. Puck and Sam stopped playing while Brittany continued.

I like it louder than the boom of a big bass drum

I need it harder than the sound of guitar grunge

I love to crank it up, make it thump and evil to the core

Head bangin' in the pit and throwin' up my horns.

And just like old school Sabbath, Zeppelin, and Lemmy

I need to drop it down low and make it heavy

As Puck and Sam started playing again, Rachel risked a look around the room. Quinn looked livid. Finn looked confused. However, her attention was diverted when Santana straddled her waist, and the music stopped playing.

I like it, I like it, I like it heavy

I like it, I like it, I like it heavy

I like it, I like it, I like it heavy

The silence in the room would've been deafening had it not been for Rachel's heart beating out of her chest. Santana draped her arms over Rachel's shoulders, and practically sang the last lines centimeters from her lips.

If there's a Devil, I sold my soul

And it's alright whatever we do tonight

'Cause if there's a God, dammit, she won't mind

If there's a God, baby, she won't mind

Rachel dug her nails into Santana's hips.

Stay Strong.

Stay Strong.

That mantra went through her head the entire time. Santana's fingers toyed with the hair at the back of her neck, and then she smirked. That's when Rachel saw those damn fangs up close. Her obsession with vampires aside, Santana played her cards right, and Rachel's resolved shattered. She leaned forward.

Only for Santana to stand up, flip her hair over her shoulder, and leave. Rachel stared after her, mouth wide open, and she jumped up from the chair. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" she shouted.

Puck and Brittany high-tailed it out of there. Sam fell over the bench trying to escape but managed to get out in time. Rachel took off after them, and not one of them noticed the mixed expressions of shock, confusion, and rage on the faces of their club mates.

Santana hopped her way down the hall, trying to get her second heel off so she could properly run, and she yelped when Puck came up behind her and picked her up. He threw her over his shoulder, and that's when Santana saw Rachel run out of the choir room.

"Oh fuck. She looks mad," she pointed out.

"We told you she would!"

The goal was to make it to the parking lot. The trip home would be much better if they got away with this, but her fellow cohorts betrayed her. Puck came to a stop by the girl's bathroom and put Santana down. She lost her balance trying to catch him before he ran off, and she fell back onto the floor, one heel flying to the other side of the hall.

"What are you doing?" she hissed.

"The other part of the plan," he laughed.

Brittany and Sam ran past them with wicked smiles, and Santana realized she was betrayed. She watched the three of them run out the front door, and she huffed, "Fucking traitors."

A shadow fell over her, and Santana gulped. She looked up. Rachel had one heel in her hand while Santana had the other. The tension between them rose another hundred degrees.

"Hey. So. We're good, right?"

Rachel bent down and pulled Santana to her feet with little effort. She kept a good grip on her arm as she dragged her down the hall.

"Okay. In hindsight, that was a bad idea but in my defense-

"Shut. Up."

Rachel went past the bathroom towards the main offices, and Santana's bravado fizzled out. Rachel was deceptively strong for her size, which didn't help the thoughts running through her mind. Just the images of Rachel holding her down and doing whatever she pleased both excited and scared her. It wasn't until they turned down a familiar hallway did Santana realize where they were headed.

"Hold on. Are you taking me-

"What. Did. I. Say?" Rachel said, briefly stopping to back Santana into a wall.

Santana closed her mouth immediately. She kept quiet as they continued their journey. Rachel knocked once on the door, and Santana heard Sue say come in.

"Hey, Rae, Lopez. Shouldn't you two be in Glee?" Sue asked, putting down her glasses.

"Can we borrow the office for a sec?" Rachel asked. "Fifteen minutes tops."

Sue looked between them, a wary smile on her face, and she said, "Uh, sure. I haven't bothered Will today anyway. Plus, I feel like I need to do damage control on whatever you did."

"It was not me this time."

"I take it that's why you have one of my best cheerleaders looking like a child about to be disciplined?"

"Yes."

Sue laughed and stood up from her desk. Santana shook her head, desperately trying to tell her not to leave them alone, but her Coach smiled and patted her on the arm. "Goddaughter trumps favorite student any day. Remember that."

Sue closed and locked the door. Santana turned when Rachel let go of her arm. The brunette perched on the edge of the desk.

"You gave me a lap dance in front of the Glee club."

Santana hesitated, and Rachel snorted.

"You can talk now," she said.

"Okay, yes. I gave you a lap dance, but it was the only thing I could think of to get you back for the thing in the hallway and in the car."

"So you decided to straddle my waist, perform a song from one of my favorite bands, and wear fangs and red contacts?"

"You're the one who said you had a thing for vampires. And I had this left over from Halloween last year." Santana wrung her hands. "Also, I didn't know that was your favorite band, it was a coincidence. Brittany and I used to listen to that song all the time at cheer camp."

"Fair enough. How about the fact you fixed me breakfast, and you went above and beyond to make sure I had a home-cooked meal for lunch, even though you knew it would be social suicide bringing it to me in the cafeteria. Not to mention you did so with Kurt and Mercedes at the table with me."

"You eat like shit, so I figured I'd do that for you," Santana said, blushing. "Plus, I love to cook."

"I see." Rachel looked up at the ceiling and chuckled. "You have no idea how horny I am right now. I want to fuck you right here, right now, and make you scream my name so loud the entire Glee Club hears you."

Santana had the wind knocked from her. Hearing Rachel say that out loud… she closed her eyes and erased the images flashing through her mind.

"But since this office is surrounded by windows, I'll wait." Rachel held out Santana's other shoe. "Here."

Santana sat down to put her heels back on correctly. Rachel's next words made her heart break.

"I know you're only interested in me because of who I am."

Santana looked up and found Rachel staring at the floor. She battled her natural desire to lie or change the subject. Instead, she took a deep breath and said, "You're right."

Rachel scoffed and shook her head. She folded her arms against her chest and glared at the carpet. Santana stood up and crossed the room until she was standing right in front of Rachel. She forced herself between her legs and pried her arms apart until she could hold both hands.

"I am interested in you because of who you are. You're Rachel. How can I not be? You're the girl that sings with her heart and brings me to tears because I can feel the power in your voice. You're the girl that watches Twilight because of Rosalie and Alice, not because of Edward, and you always root for the Volturi in the end. You're the girl that refuses to eat raw onions and lemons. You prefer Coke or Pepsi to but refuse to drink Mountain Dew or Sprite. You prefer coffee to tea but prefer tea to juice. You hate writing on the back page of a sheet of paper, and your notebooks are all dark colors. You grind your teeth whenever Mercedes and Kurt are around. You hate wearing your hair up in ponytails, especially during gym, but put up with it because you hate having your hair in your face. You sing Broadway during Glee but have hard rock and R&B on your iPod. You wash your hands three times consecutively and carry two different types of hand sanitizer whenever we leave the school. You pray before every competition and check every exit when we're in a new place. You don't like having your back to the door. You're a hard ass with soft eyes and a shy smile.

"You're protective and loyal. You're honest and genuine. You're smart and funny and beautiful and you make me laugh harder than anyone else I've met. You smell like the earth after it rains. You make me happy, really happy, and that's why I'm interested in you because of who you are. Hell, I've been interested in you for a lot longer than a few weeks. And if I'm honest, I've been in love with you since the day I met you. The moment I saw you, my heart came to life and I knew everything would be okay. So. Yeah. The teasing is fun, but I'm more invested in the endgame. I'm trying to make you mine for more than sex and lap dances. I want to be in your life for as long as you'll have me. I love you, Rachel. And I should've told you that a long, long time ago."

Rachel was in tears by the end. She threw her arms around Santana's neck and kissed her. Her tears continued to flow, even as she pulled away to say, "I love you too. So much."

Santana kissed Rachel again and wrapped her arms around her. She tucked her face into her neck and exhaled. "I've been an idiot these last couple of years. I should've protected you more. I should've never stayed silent when Quinn was being a bitch. I should've stopped the slushies and the name-calling. Rachel, I promise I will spend however long I need to making it up to you. I will never hurt you again. I promise, baby. I swear it."

"Look at me," she whispered.

Santana lifted her head, her own tears forming in her eyes. Rachel smiled a little and kissed her tears as they trailed down her cheeks.

"I forgive you, and I believe you," she murmured.

Santana grinned and kissed Rachel again. She poured seven years' worth of emotions into the kiss and picked Rachel up off the table. Rachel's legs automatically went around her waist.

"You know this office still has windows," she whispered against her lips.

"I don't care," Santana said softly. "I want the whole school, the whole town to know how I feel about you."

Rachel's eyes brightened. "Well okay then," she said.

The two met for another kiss, this one softer and slower than before, and full of promise.

Sue poked her head around the corner and saw the two in her office. She took a picture and sent it to the family group chat that Rachel wasn't apart of. She decided to give them a few more minutes and walked back to the main hall.