A.N.: Still working out the kinks with some timeline things. In the meantime here's a smutty (kind of) filler chapter! I also don't think I'm going to keep every chapter in Santana's POV. I love writing from inside Rachel's brain and I think a little contrast is good sometimes.
Disclaimer: I am but a lowly servant to the fandom.
Warning: This one's rated M at the end. If that's not your thing, I suggest you avert your eyes.
Rachel's heart would not stop beating a mile a minute the whole drive home. She's been feeling this way around Santana since the taller brunette cheerleader picked her up for their trip to the mall. Rachel doesn't know if Santana was trying to be obvious with her leering or not, but each rake of those dark brown eyes sent a little chill up her spine. She decided to let those thoughts go.
Rachel couldn't afford to feel the way she felt. There was a part of her brain that called her sick for getting butterflies around the girl who relentlessly bad mouthed her their entire coexistence.
This is different though. She's different.
In the beginning Rachel was sure that this was yet another attempt by someone to offer their companionship to her just to make her the butt of a joke, but Santana seemed genuine.
The girl was still just as catty, but the barbs passed between them felt more friendly nowadays. Friendliness is what Rachel needed right now. Finn took her on a two year emotional rollercoaster and the Glee diva only just got her head to stop spinning.
Her heart however, seemed more interested in the beautiful Latina who was far more relaxed and friendly without the masses of McKinley putting the pressure on. Rachel understood feeling pressure. The young Jewish girl had lots of pressures in her life. There was pressure to not be a stereotype, pressure to be the best performer, pressure to be the best student, pressure to carry the Glee Club, pressure to love Finn.
That one stung a little bit.
She did love Finn. He was her first love, how could she not love him? Somewhere along the line it started to feel less like being in love with him and more like being his ticket out of Lima. He was the first boy to give her attention beyond wanting to take her virginity and that meant something to the starlet, but things changed between them after he chose to go back to Quinn. Things that even being in New York and meeting Patti LuPone wouldn't fix. She wanted to be able to pursue her dreams without Finn and all of his back and forth drama. Then he had to go and make matters worse by kissing her on stage. He didn't respect her or her wishes, because if he had, he would not have kissed her after she expressed her disinterest and threw the first shot at Nationals for the entire club.
His selfishness used to be something the female co-captain could look past because he had his moments, but Nationals had been the last straw. After letting the tall football player have it on the bus ride back from the airport, Rachel was done, and she hoped Finn knew she was too.
When Rachel made it home, she helped her fathers clean up, wished them a good night, and did her nightly routine in silence. The two men could tell their daughter needed some quiet alone time and decided to respect her unspoken wishes.
After about an hour of staring at the ceiling and replaying the brunette's rich laughter in her mind, Rachel's phone buzzed on the bed next to her.
iMessage from Satan: Just realized that you never gave me a nickname, which isn't very fair.
iMessage from Satan: Satan doesn't count, either.
Rachel sat up against her bed and laughed.
iMessage to San: It's such a good one though! Any suggestions?
iMessage from San: Well, Britt and Puck call me San and Q calls me S.
iMessage to Tana: I guess I'm gonna have to be original…
iMessage from Tana: Should be easy enough for the talent behind 'My Headband'
iMessage to Tana: :O How did you find out about that?!
iMessage from Tana: Sylvester has cameras everywhere… :)
iMessage to Tana: I'm just gonna go ahead and add that to the long list of things I need to complain to Figgins about.
iMessage from Tana: Speaking of the blonde old bat, Cheerios pre season starts up soon and I just found out that Quinn quit the squad and Becky Jackson's been promoted to captain.
iMessage to Tana: Omg, are you gonna fight her for it? That spot should be yours.
iMessage from Tana: Thanks for the vote of confidence, Tiny. I don't know, I wouldn't want to overload my senior year by trying to balance being head cheerleader and winning a national title for the glee club
Rachel squealed so loud, her fathers heard it in the other room.
iMessage to Tana: YOU'RE COMING BACK TO GLEE CLUB?!
iMessage from Tana: It's my senior year and I actually want to do the things I enjoy, so yeah. Sue can suck it.
iMessage to Tana: What are you thinking for an audition song? I personally loved all of your Amy Winehouse solos, but I'm sure anything you sing will sound awesome! :)
iMessage from Tana: Not so fast, Tiny. How's the name game coming along?
iMessage to Tana: Name for a name? I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours…
iMessage from Tana: Ya know, I think I played a game like this at summer camp a couple years ago…
Rachel blushed from underneath her covers.
iMessage to Tana: Don't be inappropriate and avoidant, Tana.
To be honest, the Glee Club co-captain was feeling rather warm at the other girl's words. It wasn't a foreign feeling, but definitely one she hadn't felt since she ended things with the Golden Boy. A feeling she didn't think Santana would return.
iMessage from Tana: Am I supposed to just pick one?
iMessage to Tana: SANTANA!
iMessage from Tana: All jokes, all jokes. Are you familiar with any of Adele's discography?
iMessage to Tana: !
iMessage from Tana: I'll take that as a yes then? LMAO
iMessage to Tana: I LOVE ADELE
iMessage to Tana: I could help you practice if you want. Not that you need it, but I do have years of extensive vocal training and would be happy to share my knowledge with you.
iMessage from Tana: You're lucky you're talented, Tiny. Throw in some pool time after and I'm in.
The following week was uneventful for the smaller brunette as she was busy with her lessons and Santana had practices that kept her busy during the day and too wiped to do much else afterwards.
It was Saturday morning though and the Jewish American singer had just received a text from Santana saying she had just gotten out of the shower and would be at the Lima Bean within the hour.
Rachel tried her hardest not to think of the words Santana and shower too close together ever since walking into the athlete's room unannounced, but she had woken up feeling a bit frustrated and she knew exactly what would take the edge off.
Rachel felt her heartbeat speed up the same way it did when she opened the door to a steamy room with a beautiful half naked Santana inside. Rachel knew realistically Santana would not be at the Lima Bean within the hour. The girl had a knack for being fashionably late, but it might have been a blessing in disguise for Rachel this time.
Rachel laid back on her bed and got comfortable under the covers. She licked her suddenly dry lips and tried to conjure up the image that had been living in her head rent free for weeks. Her dominant hand slid across her slightly toned stomach, sending a shiver through her body. Small delicate fingers danced up the singer's torso until they skimmed across hardening nipples.
A rational part of Rachel's mind told her it was a bit creepy to get off to the thought of a naked Santana, but the smaller brunette couldn't help herself. When she barged in the room and got a glimpse of just what Santana was trying to hide under a flimsy towel, Rachel knew she would never be able to fight her attraction to the other girl.
When her nipples were finally hard enough to throb in time with her clit, Rachel made the move to palm her breasts with her left hand. She wondered about Santana's breasts and how the other girl might like them to be touched. Did she like it rough or was she more of a sensitive lover?
Rachel arched her back as she pinched her nipples between her own fingers, pretending they were Santana's. She thought of the way the girl turned to her without an ounce of shame once she realized Rachel had just basically seen her naked. Santana was confident for sure and Rachel was sure that the girl would make a confident lover.
The hot summer air had nothing on the heat Rachel felt on her skin. She was warm all over just thinking about the Latina's full lips that were usually covered in some lip gloss or another. Rachel thought about wiping off that lip gloss and replacing it with her own juices. She wanted to know how those lips felt sliding across her skin, tasting her most sensitive areas. Rachel felt the area in question clench longingly around nothing.
The starlet slid a hand slowly under the band of her shorts, past her underwear and was immediately met with the warmth of her own wetness. It was easy for her to remember how Santana's skin had looked when the cheerleader was wet for a different reason. Rachel had never even kissed a girl before, but in that moment she knew she would gladly taste every inch of the Latina.
Using one hand to spread her lips, Rachel finally let go of her aching nipples in favor of running fast circles around her clit. She knew she'd be late if she took her time pleasuring herself and she was already indulging far too much as it was. Speeding up the pace of her fingers, Rachel had to bite her lip to hold back her moans. On a particularly rough upward stroke, she let out a breathy puff of air that blew her bangs into her face. Sweat had gathered on her brow and her fingers were slick with her own cum, but Rachel knew that she had to change something to get the release she could feel coiling in her lower half.
Turning onto her stomach and lifting herself onto her knees with her ass in the air, Rachel felt as needy as she looked. Her face was flushed a light pink from exertion and she buried it into equally pink pillows as she let out a satisfied moan. This position gave her the angle she needed to push herself closer to the edge.
The thought of the Latina's sharp tongue lapping at her folds in that position was enough to make Rachel's legs shake as she approached her orgasm with a series of whines and pants. The brunette's fingers stuttered as her hole clenched once again, just wanting to be filled by anything Santana had to offer her. The thought of the cheerleader fucking her with a strap-on briefly entered her mind and that was all it took for Rachel's eyes to roll back as she bit down on her pillows hard enough to keep any sounds from escaping.
She may not have been a stranger to pleasuring herself, but she hadn't experienced an orgasm that intense since the first time she masturbated a few years prior. Rachel flipped back over onto her back and knew that she would have to take another shower to wash off her essence and the small bit of shame clinging to her skin.
I think Noah referred to this as 'post-nut clarity'.
If Rachel was being honest, the only thing that was clear to her was how much she was attracted to her new friend and how badly she wanted to act on that attraction.
The shorter brunette wouldn't allow herself to, though. She would never want to put Santana in the same situation Finn put her in by making advances that weren't appreciated. The last thing Rachel wanted to do was risk ruining their blossoming friendship over a silly crush.
Sitting on the toilet in her bathroom while the hot shower filled the room with steam, Rachel could only think that some things are better kept as memories.
A.N.: Thank you guys for your reviews, hopefully I continue to keep you entertained! Let me know what you think, it's always appreciated!
