AN: This chapter turned out longer than I planned…enjoy!

Chapter 4

Rachel's show was, quite frankly, the best thing Santana had ever seen. Nudity, masturbation, sex; fuck if Santana knew Broadway was this awesome she would have worked a little harder in high school. Puck led her past security and back stage to what Santana assumed was Rachel's dressing room. Puck didn't even knock, he just strolled right in and Sam followed him eagerly. Santana came in last and saw Rachel seated at her dressing table wiping off make up while Puck and Sam were perched on her couch watching her. The creepy sons of bitches.

"Hey Rach, nice tits," Santana complimented her and Rachel rolled her eyes in the mirror, "If I had known you were smuggling them under your sweater in high school things might have been very different."

"You're a pig," Rachel told her bluntly and Santana shrugged.

"I know."

"You were great Rach," Sam told her admiringly and Rachel smiled at him in her mirror.

"Like always," Puck chimed in and Rachel favored him with a smile as well.

Santana smirked. God these two were pathetic. There was a knock on the door and when Rachel gave the okay to enter a woman that Santana vaguely recognized from the bachelorette party poked her head into the room.

"Hey Rachel, I just wanted to confirm you're coming to my wedding?" she asked and Rachel gasped covering her mouth with her hand daintily. Santana couldn't believe Rachel Berry forgot to RSVP to a party. Sam and Puck looked surprised as well so Santana hazarded the guess that this wasn't a habit for her.

"Oh yes, I'm sorry I forgot to RSVP Alana, I am definitely coming," Rachel told her a little sheepishly and Alana laughed.

"And are you bringing a plus one?" Alana asked widening her eyes intentionally in Sam and Puck's direction and Rachel blushed prettily, "Either one of these would do nicely."

"Oh…I…uh…"

Oh the awkwardness. Santana smirked. Rachel looked like she wanted the Earth to swallow her and Puck and Sam looked so damn hopeful. Santana loved crushing hopes; it was something she'd enjoyed since high school.

"Yeah, she's bringing me," Santana spoke up sauntering toward the bride-to-be and sticking out her hand, "Santana Lopez."

Santana sent a satisfied smirk Sam and Puck's way.

"Nice to meet you," Alana replied shaking Santana's hand then she nodded at both Rachel and Santana, "Well see you both at the wedding."

Once Alana closed the door Santana turned to Rachel and smirked.

"It better be an open bar."

The two weeks to the wedding passed by quickly. Santana started feeling at home living with Rachel and Puck and even though Sam had his own place closer to his school he was in the loft so much it was hard to forget he didn't live there. Santana continued to enjoy the love triangle that was Rachel, Puck and Sam; Rachel being completely obvious and the two buffoons panting after her like dogs in heat. It was nearly better than her Spanish novellas; nearly. She had thankfully managed to avoid Brittany and Artie as well; Brittany was teaching at a dance camp for a month and Artie had gone with her as the music guy. Blaine and Kurt were regular visitors at the loft although the two were sickly sweet together and constantly made Santana want to poke out her eyes. Like right now in fact.

"Do you really think I look good in this jacket?" Kurt asked his boyfriend coyly spinning around in the loft living room while Santana and Blaine looked on feigning interest. Seriously this was like the tenth jacket Kurt had tried on and then proceeded to model for them prying for compliments. Santana yawned. Kurt ignored her focusing completely on Blaine prompting him impatiently, "Well do you think I look good?"

Kurt's voice started to get that high desperate tone and Blaine widened his eyes knowing where this was going to be heading if he didn't placate his boyfriend.

"I think you look adorable," Blaine said quickly to appease him and Kurt frowned considering his words.

"Adorable?"

"Completely adorable," Blaine assured him and Kurt finally smiled and launched himself into Blaine's lap kissing him soundly. Santana yawned again; loudly.

Kurt pulled away from Blaine scowling.

"You don't like it, don't watch," Kurt grouched at her and Santana shrugged.

"Umm, I live here you don't, what the hell are you doing here anyway?" Santana asked the question she had been wondering since they turned up an hour ago but with Kurt prancing around the loft talking about himself she hadn't been able to get a word in edgewise.

"Waiting for Rachel," Kurt sniffed at her still straddling Blaine who at least had the good grace to look embarrassed for trying to get down and dirty with his boyfriend while she was right there. Santana chewed her lip.

"Well while you're waiting, stop trying to fuck Blaine like you are a prom queen losing her virginity in a dirty motel after prom," Santana quipped loving the way Kurt's mouth dropped open in horror then she gestured to the television, "I'm trying to watch a movie here."

Kurt opened his mouth, Santana assumed to try and get her back with his own bitchy comment but he never got the chance because the front door slammed open to reveal Rachel looking cheery as ever.

"Santana, I got you a job," Rachel sang out and Santana chuckled dryly. Blaine and Kurt watched them with interest; it was never boring when Santana and Rachel argued which was nearly every day.

"Well thanks Rach but I don't really need your help getting a job. With these babies," Santana gestured down to her generous assets smugly, "I won't have any trouble getting another stripper job."

Rachel's shoulders sagged and she looked a little deflated at Santana's nonchalant attitude. Kurt nudged Blaine with his elbow that the show was about to begin.

"Santana; becoming an exotic dancer isn't a career path, you could be so much more," Rachel told her seriously and it was Santana's turn to roll her eyes.

"Oh good Lord, not this 'you're so much better than you think you are' lecture," Santana groaned dropping her head into her hands. If she had to listen to another one of Rachel's speeches she was going to bang her head into the nearest wall. Or she was going to bang Rachel's head into the wall; she wasn't too fussed as long as Rachel stopped annoying her with the speeches.

"I'll keep giving you the lecture until you actually believe that you are better than you think you are," Rachel told her firmly and Santana raised an eyebrow at her.

"Anyone ever tell you that you are really annoying?" Santana asked meanly and Rachel just smiled at her innocently.

"Yes; you have, repeatedly."

Bazinga. Santana knew enough about Rachel Berry to know that she would not be giving up on this particular train of thought. It was better to just give in than argue for the next three days before eventually giving in because Rachel was a persistent little bitch.

"So, what's the job?" Santana asked curiously. Rachel grinned that crazy grin she always wore when things went her way. Which was like, every time.

"I got you a job as an assistant to the production manager."

"So I'm going to be getting some dudes coffee?" Santana raised an eyebrow skeptically. It sounded like a shit job but she owed Rachel money and this was the only job offer she had. Santana wanted to start contributing properly to the household and this was her start.

"You will be assisting with the day to day production parts of the show," Rachel corrected her seriously and then she grinned, "As well as getting the coffee."

Santana grimaced. Great, she was going to be a glorified barista. Well, a job was a job and she'd had worse jobs.

"Fine I'll take it," Santana muttered grudgingly and Rachel clapped her hands together with joy.

"Wonderful, 9am tomorrow morning."

"Great," Santana deadpanned but Rachel ignored her lack of enthusiasm turning to look at Kurt and Blaine as though only just realizing they were there.

"Kurt, Blaine to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I wanted to get your opinion on what jacket I should wear to Blaine's show opening," Kurt gushed and Rachel was immediately at his side rummaging through the jackets that Kurt had bought with him. Apparently Blaine had a lead in an off Broadway production of Rent that they were very excited about. Santana heard whispers of 'trying the jackets on again to get the full effect' and she knew she had to get out of this room before she committed homicide.

"And that's my cue to get out of here before I have to sit through Kurt pretending to be a catwalk model again," Santana commented dryly before looking at Blaine empathetically, "My condolences Blaine."

"Thanks," Blaine accepted them quietly and then realized that he had spoken out loud when Kurt's horrified shrill voice filled the air.

"Blaine!"

"Sorry," Blaine apologized immediately and Santana chuckled heading for her room as Kurt began to chew Blaine out for not being a supportive boyfriend.

Santana was so thankful she had a TV in her room and she was able to watch her movie while Rachel entertained Blaine and Kurt. Santana had nothing against them but there was only so much Kurt she could handle and she had her full daily quota. Santana heard the door to the loft open and the three of them saying their goodbyes before she looked to her doorway to find Rachel standing there.

"Santana, how is NA?" Rachel asked genuinely interested and Santana shrugged.

"Good, you wanna see my chips?"

"No, they are for you," Rachel assured her and then she smiled on her way out of the room, "I'm so proud of you."

Rachel closed Santana's door and Santana couldn't say why she felt like crying at Rachel's words. Maybe because Rachel was the only one who had said those five words to her in years. Santana rummaged through her hand bag and pulled out the baggie that she had purchased that morning. She wasn't sure why she had called her dealer. Maybe because she overheard Puck and Rachel talking this morning over breakfast saying that Brittany and Artie were due home in a week and the thought of seeing Brittany and Artie chilled her to the bone. Santana played with the baggie in her hand weighing in one hand and then the other. She had blown her last bit of money on this baggie and for the first time in years she didn't feel like snorting up. But surely one pinch wouldn't hurt? Just one pinch would help her forget that Brittany would be in her life again very soon and she would have to watch Brittany and Artie fawn over each other on a daily basis. She was saved from making the decision by the front door slamming open.

"Ladies you can stop worrying, the Puckerone is here," he bellowed loudly and Santana smiled throwing the baggie under her bed and running out to greet him, the baggie forgotten for the moment. Puck was standing in the living room throwing his jacket on the couch carelessly. Santana just knew Rachel was going to lecture him about keeping the house tidy tomorrow.

"You're late," Santana grouched at Puck, schooling her features into a scowl and Puck grinned at her.

"But I come bearing gifts," he replied sweetly producing with a flourish a box of donuts from behind his back.

"You're a cop and you love donuts, God you are such a walking cliché," Santana chuckled reaching for a donut and Puck gave her the finger before handing her a chocolate glazed donut she knew he must have remembered was her favorite from when they dated so, so long ago.

"Rach you want a donut?" Puck called out and Rachel came out of her bedroom wearing her outdoor coat and carrying her handbag.

"I'm going to Sam's tonight to help him study," Rachel informed them tying a red scarf around her neck and Santana saw Puck stiffen, a donut hanging limply in his fingers.

"You want me to come with you?" he asked and Santana could practically smell the desperation wafting off him. He didn't want Rachel to be alone with Sam. Santana couldn't blame him; Sam was kind of sexy and Santana didn't even like men that way anymore.

"No, its fine, I'll see you both in a couple of hours," Rachel told them breezily leaning over to kiss Puck's cheek before floating to the door.

"See you," Santana waved her off and Puck lifted a hand in a half hearted goodbye.

"Bye Rach."

Santana waited about two seconds after the door closed behind Rachel to turn back to Puck who had this forlorn lovesick look on his ridiculously handsome face.

"So when did the great Puckerone buy a ticket onto the Crazy Berry Train of love?" Santana asked him bluntly and Puck looked over at her with this face that he used to wear when they were dating and she asked him if he cheated on her. The deer caught in headlights.

"I'm not in love with Rachel," he lied to her and Santana raised an eyebrow. The bitch straight up lied to her face, she was going to enjoy making him suffer for that.

"Right," Santana drawled her tone indicating that she didn't believe him one bit. Puck hung his head in defeat and Santana smirked. He was the easiest lock to crack.

"I guess it started when we moved out here," he admitted shrugging his broad shoulders as he sat down heavily onto the couch and Santana perched on the armrest beside him ready to play as she listened to his pathetic story, "it was just her and me for the longest time and I guess it got to the point where I wanted it to always be her and me, in a forever kind of way."

Santana smirked; the idiot was in love with Rachel but he couldn't even say it. Still stuck in high school; on the outside Puck was a well adjusted man of the law, on the inside he was still that sixteen year old boy who thought the only way to get a girl was to serenade her in Glee.

"You know if you wait too much longer you're going to lose your chance to confess your undying affection and have Mohawked Jew babies with her?"

When Puck gave her a blank look Santana rolled her eyes.

"Sam has a major hard on for her as well, don't tell me you haven't noticed?" Santana broke it down for him very slowly like she was talking to a child but Puck's face didn't change to one of surprise. So, Santana mused silently, he was aware that Sam liked Rachel too but he hadn't done anything about it. Interesting.

"What am I supposed to do about it?" Puck muttered lying his head back to rest on the couch and Santana couldn't believe how easy this was going to be. To get either Puck or Sam to make a fool out of themselves by confessing their love to Rachel was going to be a piece of cake and she would have a great show to watch when it all fell apart. Santana didn't want to hurt any of them exactly, but she did love a good confrontation and subsequent heart breaking.

"Step up and tell Rachel how you feel before Sam does and you lose your chance moron."

Puck shook his head.

"It's not that easy San," he told her and Santana got to her feet.

"Of course it is," she assured him then she pretended to address Rachel and said quite nicely, "Rachel, I'm in love with you."

"Santana I'm flattered but you know that I don't bat for your team," Rachel's voice came from behind her and Santana turned guiltily to see Rachel standing there with a look of confusion on her face. Santana let out a silent breath of relief that she hadn't overhead more of their conversation. Rachel started rummaging around the kitchen bench, "Just forgot my diary. Carry on."

Rachel held up her diary and exited the loft. Santana made sure she was gone before she turned to address Puck again, this time very seriously.

"Do it or lose her is all I'm saying."

Santana sauntered off leaving Puck to mull her words. Phase one complete, now to mess with trouty mouth.

She got her chance the next afternoon when Sam turned up at the loft sans Rachel and Puck to study for his exams. Why he decided to come to the loft and study was beyond her but she figured it was all part of the 'Rachel thing' and how Sam and Puck always wanted to be near her. Santana was home from her first day of work which hadn't sucked as bad as she thought it would. It was just like she thought; she delivered pieces of paper from A to B and got coffee for the fat guy in the baseball hat. Rachel was staying behind to rehearse and Puck was at work, it was just her and Sam. Time to put her plan into action.

"You know you're in love with Rachel?" Santana just dived right into the conversation and Sam looked up at her sharply but then shrugged his shoulders.

"Yeah," he admitted without fuss and Santana smirked.

"You know Puck is in love with her as well right?"

"Yeah," Sam agreed shrugging again.

"God this is like high school all over again," Santana sighed dramatically rolling her eyes, though on the inside she was excited. It was like high school and she missed high school a little more than she would ever admit out loud.

"At least we don't bust out randomly with songs anymore," Sam ventured hoping to appease her but unluckily at that moment Rachel swung the door to the loft wide open belting out 'Don't Rain on My Parade' at the top of her lungs. Sam hung his head in defeat. Rachel waved hello as she marched passed them and into her bedroom still singing happily. Sam and Santana watched her go before turning back to look at each other.

"You should tell her how you feel before you lose your chance," Santana encouraged him and Sam frowned taking in her words. Once his eyes glazed over Santana know that the seed was planted. Santana smiled to herself. Her work was done, now to sit back and enjoy the show. Santana got to her feet and headed for her room stopping to ruffle Sam's hair as she went. She was surprised to see Rachel standing in the middle of her room with her back to her. Santana stopped in the doorway.

"Santana, I was walking passed your room and I saw this on the floor under your bed," Rachel said slowly turning to face Santana and the disappointment that marred her features was like a stab to Santana's heart.

"Rachel," Santana whispered softly and Rachel tossed the baggie onto the bed shaking her head.

"I thought you were making progress I really did."

"Rachel," Santana spoke up a little louder but Rachel ignored her, too wrapped up in her disappointment to stop and hear what Santana had to say.

"And you seemed so happy here, I was doing everything I could to help you I don't know what I did wrong," Rachel started muttering to herself and Santana pressed a hand to her forehead.

"Rachel shut up!" Santana yelled at her quite loudly and she heard Sam come running from the living room so she stepped into her room and slammed her door behind her so it was just her and Rachel. Santana came closer towards her and looked Rachel square in the eyes, "You didn't do anything wrong, you have done everything right."

"Then why?" Rachel whispered in confusion and Santana shook her head.

"Yes I bought it but I haven't done any of it. I swear."

"Really?" Rachel asked, her voice so damn hopeful and Santana nodded.

"Yes I swear. I was just feeling a little…apprehensive I guess but I feel better," Santana assured her and Rachel pressed her lips together like she was deciding whether or not to believe her. Santana didn't waver her gaze from Rachel's face, she had nothing to hide, and she was telling the truth. Rachel seemed to believe her.

"So you don't have the urge to use it?" Rachel asked and Santana gave a sarcastic scoff.

"I have the urge every day Rach and its hard, I'm telling you its so hard not to just give in but I haven't since I was in hospital, I swear to you."

Rachel sat down on Santana's bed and Santana sat beside her. They were both silent for a long moment.

"I know it must be hard for you," Rachel said softly pressing a warm hand on Santana's thigh as she turned her head to look up at Santana earnestly, "And I meant what I said earlier, I am so proud of you."

"Thanks, it actually means something to me," Santana replied leaning over and pressing a light kiss to Rachel's lips. Rachel smiled against Santana's lips.

"I still don't play for your team," Rachel told her giggling and Santana smirked.

"A girl can dream can't she?"

The wedding day came and Santana had slipped into a skin tight, mid thigh length, blood red dress that showed off her best assets; tits and ass. Puck and Sam had whistled appreciatively when she came out of her bedroom and spun for them to admire her. She, along with Puck and Sam, were impatiently waiting for Rachel to emerge from her bedroom. And finally, sweet fuck, finally she came out and Santana had to say, she was fucking impressed. Rachel looked amazing. She was wearing a tight black dress that ruffled down to the ground from her butt accenting her curves and she complimented the dress with a thick necklace. Santana glanced over at Puck and Sam and both of them looked like they had been hit with a semi trailer; they were both just staring at her open mouthed. Santana loved being a bitch, it was like her trademark or something, and taunting Sam and Puck was just the icing on her cake.

"Wow Rachel you look hot," Santana complimented her before the other two buffoons could and Rachel looked down at her outfit self consciously.

"Why thank you Santana, you look quite lovely yourself," Rachel returned the compliment and Santana walked up to her and gazed openly at Rachel's breasts with admiration.

"I mean it, your tits look amazing," Santana assured her nodding appreciatively.

"I splashed out at Victoria Secret," Rachel admitted blushing slightly and Santana could have sworn she could hear the wind as Puck and Sam got simultaneous boners.

"Really? Show me," Santana gushed grabbing Rachel by the hand and Rachel raised an eyebrow.

"Right now?"

"Yeah," Santana turned to wink at both Puck and Sam before dragging Rachel back into Rachel's room.

Moments later they both emerged and Rachel hurried to go find her evening bag while Santana sauntered towards Puck and Sam smiling widely.

"I just saw what you two are missing out on," Santana whispered harshly, "Damn."

"You are a fucking cruel bitch," Puck hissed at her folding his arms across his chest.

"A cruel bitch who got to look at and touch Rachel Berry's goodies," Santana countered smartly and Puck shook his head in disbelief.

"Shit, you touched them?"

"Were they awesome?" Sam ventured to ask longingly and they both stared at her expectantly.

"No, no, don't answer," Puck stopped her before she could speak then tapped his head grinning mischievously, "Its better up here."

Sam nodded his head in agreement and Santana laughed. Definitely still stuck in high school. Rachel came back into the living room.

"What's so funny?" she asked looking between the three of them and Santana just smiled winningly.

"Nothing, lets go."

The wedding was boring; two perfect people saying I will love you forever. Santana wanted to poke her own eyes out. But then they got to the reception and there was music and an open bar like Rachel had promised her which was where Santana decided to camp for the night while Rachel went around mingling. Santana chose the table closest to the bar and nursed her scotch on the rocks contentedly.

"Can I buy you a drink?" a female voice asked from beside her and Santana turned to see a young woman standing there, about her age with flaming red hair and pale skin. Santana recognized her as the maid of honor.

"It's an open bar," Santana replied, quirking her lips seductively. She was getting the vibes from this girl and Santana liked what she saw. For Santana the best part about a wedding was picking someone up for a night of dirty guilt free sex.

"I'm Hayley," she introduced herself and Santana accepted the hand that Hayley offered her and they shook hands slowly neither relinquishing each others hands right away.

"Santana."

Santana couldn't help but feel excited by the tingles she was getting rushing from her hand and through her body. Finally Hayley pulled her hand away frowning at Santana like she was trying to remember something as she sat down beside her, very close.

"I know you from somewhere."

Santana knew her from somewhere too, she was the girl from the Bachelorette party who liked her ass. This night was shaping up to be an excellent night.

"Ever been to Flaunt?" Santana asked her and it suddenly clicked for Hayley exactly who Santana was. Santana felt Hayley's hand come to rest on her thigh under the table.

"You're the dancer we saw at the bachelorette party, with the great ass," Hayley filled in the blanks for herself and Santana smirked.

"Guilty."

Santana slid her hand down to cover Hayley's hand with her own. With Brittany coming back soon Santana could use a distraction and she had been feeling so wound up lately she really needed to relax. Santana had a feeling Hayley could help her relax and that knowledge made her smile.

"How did you end up here?" Hayley asked her curiously and Santana pulled Hayley's hand further up her thigh and under her dress. Hayley's smiled widened.

"Rachel Berry is an old school chum," Santana told her sliding Hayley's hand up further.

"You know the only reason I agreed to be a bridesmaid at this stupid wedding was because I heard the maid of honor gets laid," Hayley told her bluntly sliding her hand right up under Santana's dress so Santana could feel her fingers brushing her through her underwear and Santana nearly shuddered with desire as she opened her thighs to give Hayley better access.

"I can help you out with that," Santana told her huskily and Hayley leaned towards her, pushing aside Santana's panties teasingly.

"I was hoping you might," Hayley whispered back and Santana placed her hand back on Hayley's again urgently pushing her fingers under her dress.

"But I was hoping you could help me out first."

"I'd love to," Hayley replied sliding a finger into her and Santana gave a hiss of pleasure.

This night was definitely turning out to be a very good night indeed.

It didn't take long for Hayley to get Santana off; she was master with her fingers and Santana couldn't wait to see what else Hayley had in store for her. Hayley wiped her fingers discreetly on a napkin and then held her hand out to Santana.

"You wanna dance?"

Santana felt it was the least she could do after what Hayley did for her.

"Sure."

Santana hadn't had this much fun in years. The two of them giggled as they made their way to the dance floor. A slow song was playing and without waiting Hayley unashamedly pulled Santana close and placed her hands on Santana's bottom. Santana figured 'what the heck?' and returned the favor bending her head down to nibble Hayley's neck. Hayley sighed and tilted her head back allowing her further access. Santana was so wrapped up in Hayley that she didn't notice they had an audience of two extremely pissed off middle aged folk.

"Hayley what the hell do you think you are doing?" the woman demanded her voice a furious hushed whisper but she needn't have bothered to whisper. Everyone on the dance floor was staring at them and Santana was standing in the middle looking from Hayley to the couple wondering what the hell was going on. And then Santana recognized who they were; mother and father of the bride.

"Enjoying the wedding, what's it look like mom?" Hayley retorted sarcastically her hold around Santana tightening defiantly, "Are you embarrassed your lesbian daughter is dancing with another woman?"

Hayley's mother rolled her eyes.

"Of course not, you are just making a spectacle of yourself like always in some ridiculous attempt for attention," she hissed at her and Hayley clenched her jaw for a moment as the two women stared each other down. Santana looked over at Hayley's father and he looked as uncomfortable as Santana felt.

"Can I get back to my dance partner?" Hayley asked after a few moments and her mother just gave a tsk and stalked off with her father in tow. Hayley turned back to Santana and held out her arms.

"Are you using me to piss off your family?" Santana asked moving into Hayley's waiting arms obediently. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Rachel watching her with concern but Santana ignored her. There would be plenty of time for a Rachel Berry lecture tomorrow.

"Do you have a problem with that?" Hayley countered her question with a question and Santana shrugged. It didn't bother her as long as she was still going to get some. When it came to sex Santana kind of had a one track mind and her track was wanting to get into Hayley's pants whatever her reasons. A girl with mommy and daddy issues was the best kind of one night stand.

"Nope."

Hayley smiled winningly and pulled Santana in for a kiss and Santana couldn't have cared less who saw.

AN: Sorry this took so long, told you I needed help pushing these chapters out LOL