A/N: I'm back yay! Um keeping this short and sweet because I'm tired. The whole Glee club, minus Finn is back at the end so yay. Quinn shows up in the beginning, but it's drama free so don't be mad.
Please read the PS at the end of this chapter. It's important, and will help with my other stories.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own glee nor it's characters or any music whatsoever.
ALL MISTAKES ARE MINE
Rachel smiled into the kiss she and her girlfriend were sharing as the Latina slowly climbed on top of her. Rachel's hand made their way down her girl's tone body until they were cupping and firmly massaging full ass cheeks. "Baby," Santana whispered against Rachel's soft lips, and with a skilled roll of her hips causing the singer to moan. "I don't think little Rae enjoys being confined."
"Mmm, is that right?" the singer asked, nipping at her girlfriend's neck earning herself a moan followed by another roll of the Latina's hips.
"Yes, that's very right," Santana nodded before reconnecting her lips with her girlfriends. The kiss was slow, but heated as the Latina tangled her fingers in dark chestnut hair; pulling Rachel closer and deepened the kiss.
Rachel slowly slid her hands up dragging the lose t-shirt that her girlfriend was wear up and over her head revealing the perfect tan skin that she wanted nothing more that to dig her teeth into. Just as she was about to move her kiss from the Latina's lips to her bra clad breast Santana pulled back and stepped off of her lap earning herself a small whine from the girl still sitting on the couch.
Slowly and smoothly the Latina hooked her fingers in the waist band of her shorts and dropped them. "Fuck." Rachel groaned when she saw that her girlfriend was going commando, and immediately started to stroke herself though her shorts.
"Take it out." Santana instructed in her HBIC tone that left no room for question, not that Rachel would have questioned the Latina's orders. Rachel pulled her semi-hard member out of her shorts and slowly started to stroke herself up and down until she was fully hard. "Stop touching yourself," Santana demanded slowly approaching the brunette and straddling her waist. "I want to try something," the ex cheerio breathed against Rachel's ear as she slowly rolled her hips against her member causing both of them to release breathy moans.
"Anything," Rachel breathed out gripping Santana hips and pulling her closer as her own hips bucked.
"Good," the Latina said with a smirk. "Then you can remove these." Santana pulled Rachel's hands away from her body and placed them on the couch. "No touching."
"Fuck, baby." Rachel dropped her head to the back of the couch. She knew exactly where her girlfriend had gotten this idea. "No more L word."
"Mm-hm," Santana dismissed Rachel's words and chose instead to attack her pulse point.
"Fuck," Rachel gripped the couch cushions and bucked her hips against Santana's core earning herself a particularly hard bite. Once the Latina deemed the forming bruise on Rachel's neck acceptable she pulled back with a flip of her hair and a smirk. "Baby, I need to be inside of you please." Rachel begged.
Santana raised herself up a bit, and positioned Rachel's cock so she could easily slide down on to it. "Oh shit Rach. You have no idea how full I feel right now."
"Rachie! Sannie!" Brittany bounced into the two lover's living room a huge smiled on her face as her girlfriend followed. "Hot," the blonde dancer whispered once she realized what her friends were doing. It was followed by an 'oh fuck' from her girlfriend who quickly covered her eyes.
Rachel on the other hand could only burry her face in Santana's neck as she growled out of frustration and embarrassment. Santana chuckled a bit and wrapped her arms around the sexually frustrated diva before turning her head to face her friend; her eyes immediately zeroed in on the clasp hands of the two. "The hell is this!?" She semi yelled motioning to the interlaced fingers.
"Quinnie and I are dating Sannie," Brittany said enthusiastically before pecking the shorter girl's cheek.
The Latina heard a faint "finally," from where her girlfriend was buried in her neck, and placing small kisses. "Finally? What do you mean finally? You were expecting this?" The Latina asked clearly confused.
Rachel pulled back from her spot and looked up at the two blondes with a small smile before looking back at her girlfriend. "I heard them talking on skype when I slept at Brittany's a few months ago. I figured there was a reason they hadn't said anything to us yet, so I let it go."
"How long has this been going on?"
"A few months," Quinn answered sheepishly.
"Sorry I didn't tell you Sannie," Brittany bounced over to her friend and placed a kiss to her temple. "I just really like Quinn, and wanted to see how things went before you or Rachel knew."
"It's fine Britt. We can talk more about it later as I'm sure Rachel and Quinn will do, but um could you and Quinn maybe turn around so Rach and I can get ourselves situated."
"Yea, come one Q let's go get some lemonade," Brittany smiled and pulled the shorter blonde into her friends' kitchen.
"Let me get this straight," Santana began standing from her girlfriend's waist and pulling on her shorts. "You knew about Britt and Quinn and didn't say anything?"
"It wasn't my place to say anything baby," once stuffed back in her boxer briefs and shorts Rachel stood from the couch and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend. "I know how protective you are of Britt, so do you honestly think I would have refrained from telling you something if I thought who she was dating was bad for her."
"No… I guess not."
"Good, now why don't we go greet Quinn the correct way? After all she will only be here for a week." Santana grumbled something about getting her lovin on, but allowed Rachel to pull her to the kitchen none the less.
"So you and Britt," Rachel teased her best friend with a nudge of her shoulder. The two were currently walking through the park and heading to the bar that Santana worked at on weekends.
After everything that had happened in high school between the two it had been a little rocky, but with some time, and an extremely out there style change the two had found themselves in a good place that was strictly friendship bound. Santana had been reluctant at first, but after spending some time with Quinn and Rachel she had ceased her worry. Rachel and Quinn were good for each other, they needed each other the same way she needed Brittany.
"Yeah," Quinn ran her hand though her hair nervously. "Me and Britt." A huge smile broke out on the rocker's face as she thought about the bubble blonde she had the privilege of calling her girlfriend.
"Oh, come on Quinn. You can't just act like it's no big deal, how'd it happen?"
"Well, you remember three months back when Britt visited me at Yale?"
"Yeah of course. She was so excited to see you."
Quinn could only grin at that statement from Rachel, truth be told she had been just as excited to see Brittany. The two had spoken nonstop whether via skype or phone, every night before bed it had started randomly one night, and neither of them wanted it to end. It got to the point that they couldn't sleep without hearing the other's voice. "Yeah well her first night in town I took her out once she was settled, and somehow it turned into a date."
"I kissed her," Brittany gushed over Quinn as Santana prepared drinks and slid them every which way across the bar. "I mean I know technically it wasn't date, but by the end of the night it just felt like one. I couldn't help it, and the kiss, San the kiss! She was so shy at first, but once I wrapped my hands around her neck, she just pulled me forward and ugh! No one has ever kissed me like that before."
"Um, slightly offended Britt," Santana joked as she poured a few things into a glass.
"Sorry Sannie, I just. It's so different with her," a dreamy smiled took over Brittany features as she rested her chin in her hand.
"It's cool Britt," Santana handed a random girl her drink before stopping in front of the blonde to stare into her eyes. "You really like her don't you."
Brittany shook her head, an even bigger smiled taking over. "I'm in love with her San."
"So what about you and San?" Quinn questioned as she and Rachel approached the bar.
"We're great."
"Yeah?"
"Yep," Rachel's hand twisted the small box she had in her coat pocket. "We're so great in fact that I'm going to ask her to marry me."
Quinn stopped dead in her tracks just as Rachel was walking into the bar at the admission, "WHAT!?" She quickly caught up to the girl and pulled her arm to gain her attention. "You're going to propose?"
Rachel nodded, and pulled the box from her coat. "Yep, well no here. I've kind of been waiting for the perfect moment, but nothing's come up." Quinn pulled open the lid to get a look at the ring. "Do you think she'll like it?" the brunette asked a little uncertain.
"Of course Rae. I know I would." Quinn closed the box and slid it back into Rachel's pocket. "What kind of perfect moment are you looking for?"
"I don't know, just the right one. One shell be proud to share."
"Rae, I promise you whatever moment you chose San will be more than proud to share. Now come on, I see some hot girls eyeing us from the bar." Rachel turned away from Quinn to see that two hot girls were in fact checking them out, the fact they were their girlfriends only made things sweeter.
"So," Rachel picked up Santana's hand so she could play with her fingers. The two were currently snuggled in bed, Rachel's back pressed against the Latina's front as they somewhat watched T.V. "I'm guessing you gave Quinn the 'If you hurt Brittany speech I'll kill you' while Britt and I were dancing."
"Yes I did," Santana lifted Rachel's hand to press a kiss to her palm "I don't think she'll hurt her though. Something about hem seems…" the Latina searched for the right word.
"Complete," Rachel offered.
"Yeah, complete. Like you and me."
"Always," Rachel smiled and pulled Santana arm around her, the Latina instantly pulling her girl closer.
"Hey," the ex Cheerio whispered after a minute. "What were you and Quinn talking about when you walked into the bar? You guys like walked in then stopped for a few minutes."
"Um… I'm afraid I cannot repeat that."
"What? Why not?"
"Best friend rules."
"Oh really?" Rachel noticed how Santana's voice dropped and octave and became much huskier than usual. Soon enough the diva found herself on her back with an extremely attractive girlfriend on top of her.
"Yes really," Rachel stated firmly her hand moving to the Latina's hips as she reached up to steal a kiss. "You know, now that I think about it, I believe we were in the middle of something before we were interrupted by a certain couple earlier."
"Indeed we were," Santana agreed just before diving in to place not so innocent kisses along Rachel's neck. "Although I want you to know," she began ghosting over Rachel's lips. "We're not finished with this conversation."
"Mm-hm," Rachel murmured connecting her lips with Santana's.
"Rachel calm down."
"Calm down! CALM DOWN! Quinn I am about to purpose to the love of my life, the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with, and plan on having kids with, I CANNOT CALM DOWN!"
Quinn debated her next action for second before just finally slapping her friend. "I'm sorry Rachel," she quickly apologized. "But it looked like you were about to start flipping shit, and if you did that then the apartment would have been ruined and I doubt you want that."
"It's fine Quinn thank you actually, but if you ever slap me again, I will have no problem returning the favor."
The blonde shrugged, "Fair. Now as I was trying to say before, you need to calm down. Everything is set, everyone is where they need to be, Britt is distracting San at the spa, nice touch by the way, a day of papering, genius. So just calm down. She's going to say yes, all you have to do is ask the question."
"I still can't believe this Britt, thank you so much," Santana spoke from where she was sitting on the massage table; she had just spent the last hour getting all of her knots worked out and her muscles relaxed.
"It wasn't me San."
"What do you mean Britt?"
"This is all Rach. She said you deserved a day of papering and asked me to take you to the spa after all the work you've been doing at NBC and the bar. She wanted you to have a day for you."
Santana couldn't stop the smile from taking over her features; her girlfriend was always doing sweet stuff like that for her. Just last week the brunette had sent a banquet of flowers to her internship simply because the Latina was having an off day. "Gosh, I love her," the Latina gushed mostly to herself, but Brittany still heard.
Smiling Brittany stood from her own table and hooked her arm through her friend's. "Come on San. There's still somewhere else we have to go."
"What? Britt we just spent four hours at the spa where else could we have to go?"
"You'll see, so hurry up and change."
Forty five minutes later Brittany was leading her friend into a Salon that was located downtownish. "Santana Lopez?" A woman asked when the two girls entered.
"Um yeah. I guess you're expecting me huh?"
"Yes I am." She smiled warmly and motioned to her seat. "Have a seat, your girlfriend expects me to take good care of you. Nessie! Your two o'clock is here," she shouted towards the back, and a minute later a woman also dressed in a black apron walked out.
"Ah well what do we have here, Brittany correct?" she asked sticking her hand out to the blonde, Brittany shook it rather confusedly. "Well have a seat sugar, Randi and I hear have a deadline to meet."
"What? No, it's just supposed to be San."
"Nope, Miss Rachel Berry scheduled an appoint for you as well honey, so squat your little tush down and let me get started."
"Um, okay," Brittany took her spot in the black chair a little confused, she knew what Rachel had planned for Santana, but didn't expect the brunette to go beyond anything but the spa for her.
"Oh," Nessie exclaimed after a minute of getting familiar with Santana's hair. "These are for you," she passed each girl a small enveloped.
"It's from Rach," the Latina quickly tore open her envelope and read aloud.
Hey baby,
I hope you enjoyed your spa time with Britt. I remember you talking about wanting to get highlights a few weeks ago so I thought I'd help you out with that. You deserves some best friend time, so enjoy. I'll see you later. I love you.
Love,
Rachel B.
This is too much Santana said once she set the letter back down."
"Oh sugar plum, I think she just wants to take care of you." Randi exclaimed playfully swatting the Latina's arm. "Just enjoy it; Lord knows I would if I could find me a decent man." She finished with the shake of head causing the other three to laugh.
"What's yours say Britt?" Santana asked though her laughter.
"Brittany
You didn't actually think I wouldn't take care of you did you?"
"Okay, they're at the salon," Rachel told Quinn as she walked into the living room. "So I'm going to call Tiffany and make sure her dress is ready, and then take a shower… you can shower in the guest room."
"Rachel," Quinn called before her friend could turn away. "Breathe."
"Right, breathe." The brunette took a deep breath before turning and marching towards her bathroom her phone already pressed to her ear, as she double checked everything with Tiffany.
Two hours later Brittany and Santana walked out of the salon. Santana had gotten a trim accompanied with some highlights all over and Brittany walked out with a blue streak on the left side of her hair and a trim.
"Do I get to see Rach now Britt?"
"Sorry San," Brittany apologized while getting in on the driver's side. "We have another stop."
"Britt," the ex Cheerio whined. "I want to get some lovin' from my boo."
"I know you do Sannie, but Rachie wants me to take you somewhere first. You'll get to see her soon."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
After a ten minute drive Brittany was leading her friend into a little dress store the two had visited on more than one occasion. "Oh, hey San!" Tiffany poked her head out from a rack of dresses. "Just give me a second guys." There were some ruffles and small 'shit' before the girl emerged from the rack. "Sorry I just had to fix something. Um, your dress is back here, just follow me." Santana and Brittany followed as the girl continued to speak. "It should fit, but if it needs to be altered any just let me know," she pulled out a single strap red dress that had diamond like beads covering the strap and just above the leg slit area. "You can just try it on in there."
Santana nodded shyly and took the dress into the changing room. After a few minutes she stepped out a hand covering her lips as she tried to form words. "This is too beautiful," she finally said after three minutes of the three girls standing there awestruck by the Latina's beauty.
"Excuse me," a thin black man made his way towards the girls. "A Rachel Berry sent me here to do a Santana Lopez's make up."
"Yep,' Tiffany piped up. "This is Santana. Give us a minute to get her out of this dress, and she'll be all yours."
"Fantastic. Where should I set up?" he asked excitedly. "By the way honey that dress was made for you." he pointed at the girl.
Santana could only smile still a little in shock about all her girlfriend was doing for her, "Thank you."
"Here, Brittany why don't you help San, and I'll show Mr.," Tiffany let the word hang allowing him to finish it.
"Tony," he added.
"Right. And I'll show Tony where to set up. Oh, and here you go San," Tiffany handed the Latina a small envelope before leading Tony away.
"Tana,
Red has ALWAYS been your color which is part of the reason I thought this dress was perfect you. I hope you love it. I'll see you soon baby.
Love
Rachel"
"Seriously Britt, what the hell is going on?" Santana questioned her blonde friend as she led her through the park that was only a few blocks away from her apartment.
"You'll see San, we're almost there." Brittany herself had changed into a strapless light blue dress while the Latina was getting the light make up applied.
"Brittany!" Quinn called to her girlfriend when she saw her getting closer with Santana. Quinn was also in a dress, hers also strapless but instead champagne colored. Surrounding her, dressed in black suits were Mike, Kurt, and Sam with Tina and Merced both in simple black dresses.
"Oh my gosh!" Santana yelled when she saw the group. "What are you guys doing here!" she hugged each of them individually.
"Rach thought we might want to be here for this." Mike explained.
"For what?" Santana asked clearly confused just as a piano began to play from behind the group.
There's a shop down the street
Where they sell plastic rings
For a quarter a piece I swear it
Yeah I know that it's cheap
Not like gold in your dreams
But I hope that
You'll still wear it
Yeah, the ink may stain my skin
And my jeans may all be ripped
I'm not perfect but I swear
I'm perfect for you
There Rachel stood in front of a microphone dressed in black pants with a white button down as she moved into the chorus that she knew would convey exactly how she felt about the beautiful woman that stood in front of her.
And there's no guarantee
That this'll be easy
It's not a miracle you need
Believe me
Yeah I'm no angel
I'm just me
But I will love you endlessly
Wings aren't what you need
You need me
It took the Latina a second but eventually she realized that Blaine and Puck were also present behind Rachel serving as the singer's acoustic band. The sight made her smile; it had been a while since they had managed to get the whole group back together.
There's a house on the hill
With a view of the town
And I know how you adore it
So I'll work everyday
Through the sun and the rain
Until I can afford it
Yeah your friends might think I'm crazy
But they can only see
I'm not perfect, but I swear I'm perfect for you
And there's no guarantee
That this'll be easy
It's not a miracle you need
Believe me
Yeah I'm no angel
I'm just me
But I will love you endlessly
Wings aren't what you need
You need me
The former Glee club all joined in on vocals as the song neared its end, smiling at the pure loved that shined from both of their friend's eyes.
(You need me, I know you need me,
You need me, I know you need me)
Ink may stain my skin
And my jeans may all be ripped
I'm not perfect but I swear
I'm perfect for you
And there's no guarantee
That this'll be easy (this'll be easy)
It's not a miracle you need
Believe me (don't you believe me)
Yeah I'm no angel
I'm just me
But I will love you endlessly
Wings aren't what you need
You need me (You know You need me)
There's a shop down the street
Where they sell plastic rings
For a quarter a piece I swear it
Yeah I know that it's cheap
Not like gold in your dreams
But I hope that
You'll still wear it
By the time the song had come to an end the entire park had stopped to watch what was happening and Santana found herself standing in front of her girlfriend.
"Hi," Rachel whispered through a small chuckle.
"Hi."
"I um… how was your day?" Rachel asked nervously.
The Latina smiled at the direction of their conversation. Only her girlfriend would think to ask such a question after serenading her in front hundreds of people. "It was… amazing. Yours?"
"I'm not sure yet. It kind of depends."
"On?"
On queue Rachel dropped down on to one knee in front the Latina and pulled a ring box from her pocket. "On how you answer this next question" Rachel flicked open the box and allowed her girlfriend to look at the elegant ring she had picked out "… I love you Santana; I love you for so many reasons that it would take a lifetime and more for me to be able to list them out for you… so here I am asking you to allow me that life time and more to tell you all the reasons to love, and to show you all the different ways I can love you… Santana Diabla Lopez, will you marry me?"
Santana's not sure when exactly she had started crying, but quite honestly she could of cared less as she nodded franticly, her emotions running too high for her to be able to speak.
"Yes?" Rachel repeated her mind processing the Latina's response. "You'll marry me?"
"I'll marry you." Santana answered.
Rachel stood with a huge smile plastered on her face as she slid the ring on her fiancé's finger before pulled her into a bruising kiss that literally leaked with passion. Both women were completely oblivious to the cheering the sounded around as they continued soak up as much of the other as they could.
SONG: Endlessly by The Cab
Was it okay? Did it meet the majority of your standards?
I'm not sure how I'll deal with the wedding, it may be just a flashback or perhaps it'll get it's own chapter, what do you guys think?
I hope you liked what I did with Quinn, the only reason people said no to her coming back was because they didn't want any drama, this was drama free so I figured it was okay.
Drop me some reviews and tell me what you think.
PS: Check out my author page tomorrow night around 8 about updates and such.