A/N: Wow :) Loving the responses! Much love :)
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-H
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CHAPTER 2
"Rachel, what are you talking about?" Brittany said in exasperation, taking a sip of her iced latte. "Are you even listening to yourself? God!"
They were walking through the mall, looking for outfits for Artie's kick-off-the-season party that Friday. Brittany was looking for the perfect pair of heels to go with the sexy black number that she had found. This was one of her last chances in a rapidly closing window to find out what the fuck was going on with Puck. He wouldn't be stupid enough to commit social suicide by not showing up to the party.
"Is it really that surprising that I'm thinking about our Glee assignment for this week?" Rachel asked.
"Yes," Brittany said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "We're not there to actually partake. We're Coach Em's spies. So no drawing attention to yourself!"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Rachel replied, tossing her loose hair over her shoulder.
"Oh, please!" Brittany scoffed. "You have been staring at Santana Lopez for the last two weeks. Every time she sings, you start drooling. Keep in your fucking pants, won't you?"
Rachel grinned. "Is that the little green monster talking? Cos the last time I checked, you weren't getting it out of your pants."
Brittany stopped and glared at her fellow cheerleader. "If I didn't really want this latte right now, you'd be washing it out of your hair in about five seconds."
"Oh, please," Rachel said, rolling her eyes. "You can play the HBIC to everyone else, but I know everything about you."
"Oh, yeah, like what?" Brittany challenged.
"Like when we were thirteen you discovered you had that boil-"
"Ok, Jesus, shut the fuck up," Brittany hushed her, totally forgetting about that nightmare spring break.
Rachel just laughed and looked up as they walked passed Victoria's Secret. Brittany followed her inside out of habit than anything else. Pretty much all her lingerie came from this store, but she'd already done this part of her shopping for the party.
"What you think?" Rachel asked, holding up a black and red polka dot push up bra.
"Your training bra too small?" Brittany quipped, looking at the negligees.
"Oh, ha, ha," Rachel replied dryly. "I see the lack of sex has really affected your humour."
"Oh, please. Do you honestly think Puck is the only guy I've ever slept with?"
"I know he isn't," Rachel replied. "But that doesn't change the fact that you can't handle your numero uno plaything going off to play with someone else. Who do you think it is, by the way? Personally, my bet's on Queen Latifah."
"You are joking," Brittany said, raising an eyebrow and chewing on her straw.
Rachel shrugged and held up a matching red lace bra and thong set against her bust and studied it in the mirror. "You think he's banging Queen Quinn? Pfft. That girl's legs are tied tighter than Coach Em's OCD."
"Hey, you know we're not supposed to talk about that,' Brittany warned, looking around. "If she found out that we knew, we'd be off the squad."
"No sex makes you really touchy," Rachel observed. "Which is actually ironic, considering you're not being touched." She chuckled at her own joke before grabbing a few sets and going into the dressing room.
"Hey, San," Brittany heard the sales lady behind the desk say.
"Greetings, fair Elizabeth," a familiar voice replied.
Brittany turned around and saw Santana Lopez leaning over the counter, smiling at the sales assistant. She ducked behind the rack she was standing against.
Wait, why the fuck am I hiding?
"You're such a dork, San," she heard the sales assistant say, laughing.
"Some girls really go for that."
Was this Santana flirting? Ok, she'd seen Rachel do her thing and it was a lot more suave than whatever the hell it was this loser was doing. Brittany couldn't help but stay hidden to hear how this disaster played out.
"Yeah, lucky for me, I'm not one of those girls," the sales assistant teased.
Burn.
"Lucky for me, you're not my type. Say, is Denise working today? I need to get last month's order from her."
"But you came in and got it. I remember I helped you."
"And she helped me," Santana laughed.
Ok, maybe not.
"It's all in the Jedi mind tricks," Santana said mysteriously.
What. The. Fuck? And that shit works on girls?
The sales assistant laughed again and Brittany rolled her eyes. It seemed that girls were just as dumb whether they were being hit on by guys or girls. Not her, of course.
"So you want your order?"
"Yes, please," Santana said, clapping her hands.
"Please remind your brother that just because I work in a lingerie store, I do not get to take home free samples."
"Ew, Liz. I don't need to be reminded about you and my brother doing the horizontal fandango."
Brittany had to stifle a laugh at that. Horizontal fandango?
"He's fetching me when I finish work. Remind him, please?"
"There's this nifty little invention called a cellular device, more commonly known as a cellphone," Santana said dryly.
"Angelo keeps losing his."
"I swear, I'm going to fucking staple it to his forehead," Santana said hotly.
Whoa, nerdy girl has some colourful language.
"B, what about this one?"
Brittany turned and saw Rachel standing in front of her in a very risqué deep purple corseted top with matching lace thong.
"What are you doing on the floor?" Rachel asked, furrowing her brow.
Brittany grimaced and stood up. "Got sick of standing and waiting for your fat ass."
Rachel shrugged and did a twirl. "So, what do you think?"
She froze mid twirl when she saw that it wasn't just them in the store anymore. Brittany glanced at Santana and the sales assistant. The latter didn't look too perturbed and Santana just held a bag in her hand, looking at Rachel with an arched eyebrow.
"Santana, what do you think?" Rachel asked, and Brittany had to give the girl props for her confidence.
The Latina cocked her head. "Purple? Not sure about the colour. There's a baby pink one that would look much better."
Rachel smirked. "It's not too tight?"
Santana scrunched up her nose. "Last knot could be a little tighter."
Brittany looked at Rachel lock gazes with Santana and suddenly no words were needed for the eye sex that was happening between the two.
"Ok, Jesus, could you two get a fucking room or something?" Brittany snapped, turning around and walking out. "I'll meet you at Louis, Rach."
Santana ignored Brittany's melodramatic exit and held Rachel's gaze. This girl was giving her serious vibes, but she wasn't stupid enough to get on that bandwagon. Sure, the girl was hot, especially the way she was now parading around in practically nothing. But Rachel Berry had a reputation, and Santana Lopez was not just another statistic. Besides, it was just way too stereotypical that the only two out lesbians at high school should automatically hook up.
"Baby pink, huh?" Rachel asked, raising an inviting eyebrow.
Santana shrugged. "It's ironic."
"How so?"
"Because you're anything but innocent," Santana replied, waving to Liz and walking out of the store.
Rachel dropped her jaw and stared after Santana. She slowly turned around, found said baby pink set and went to back to the dressing room to change. She didn't even try on the baby pink set and took it straight to the sales assistant when she was ready.
"You know Santana?" the sales assistant asked conversationally.
"Uh, yeah, we go to school together."
"Handful, isn't she?"
"Hmmm. I didn't even think she shopped in places like this."
"Oh, she orders two new sets every month. Comes in like clockwork."
Rachel's eyebrows shot up. "Really?" A smile crossed her face. "I don't suppose you happen to know what it was that she ordered?"
The sales assistant paused. "I'm sorry. You guys obviously have something going on or whatever, but I'm not allowed to give out those records."
"Pretty girl like you? I'm sure you know off the top of her head what she got. Why go check the records?"
The sales assistant shook her head and smiled. "You're one of those girls that isn't used to hearing no, aren't you?"
Rachel smiled and shook her head. The sales assistant – her name was Elizabeth according to her badge – sighed and walked around to the bra and pantie sets.
"She generally orders this kind of thing. She likes feeling sexy or something, I dunno. I generally tune her out when she starts speaking because she goes off on tangents."
Rachel grinned. She had noticed that in the last two weeks. More often that not, Santana would start talking about something and completely overcomplicate it by using big words so that no one could actually understand her. Rachel secretly thought it was kinda of cute. She really was such a dork. But a strangely sexy, hot dork. She couldn't put her finger on it, but Rachel wanted Santana Lopez in a bad way.
"So what did she get for this month?" Rachel asked Elizabeth.
Elizabeth held up two sets and Rachel's mouth dropped open. Oh, things were about to get very interesting between her and a certain Latina.
"Don't forget to fetch Liz from work," Santana announced, walking through the door.
"Well, hello to you too," Santana's oldest brother chuckled from the couch.
Santana stuck her tongue out and ran upstairs with her new purchases. Once in the confines of her room, she tried both sets on and modelled them in front of her full-length mirror. She may dress pretty casually, but she loved her lingerie. She'd first come across a VS catalogue at the age of thirteen whilst waiting for her mom at a salon. Santana knew she had a good body – eight years of gymnastics had ensured that she was toned and slim. Even though she hadn't competed since she was fourteen, she kept up her diet and exercise.
There was a knock on her door.
"Mija?"
"Come in, Mom," Santana called, reaching to her desk for a pair of scissors to cut the tags off her new purchases.
"Those look nice," Santana's mother commented with a smile.
"Just got 'em."
Santana and her mother had a fantastic relationship. Carmen Lopez's sister was also gay, so when Santana had told her at the tender age of thirteen that she preferred girls, it wasn't a problem. Being the only girl after three boys, Santana and her mother had a very close bond. Even though Santana was gay and a little goofy, she was still a girl. She got her hair and nails done with her mom and gossiped. She wouldn't change it for anything.
"I had some news today," Carmen said, sitting on Santana's bed.
"Oh yeah?"
"Raquel is getting married!" Carmen squealed.
"Shut up!" Santana yelled, grinning widely. She threw her arms around her mother. "Oh my God, I have to call her!" She picked up her phone from her dressing table and hit one of her speed dials.
"Hola, Santa," a cheery voice answered.
"Raquel, my mom just told me! Congratulations!"
"Thanks, sweetie. It was only a matter of time, y'know. Carrie knew she had to tie me down before someone else came to snatch me up."
Santana laughed. All the women in the Lopez family were close. "Have you guys set a date?"
"Carrie doesn't want a winter wedding, but I don't wanna wait till spring or summer so we're not actually sure yet."
"You'll keep me informed though? I wanna help you guys plan!"
"Well, I was actually hoping that you might be a bridesmaid," Raquel said hesitantly.
"Seriously?" Santana asked.
"Yeah."
"Totally. Wait, do I have to wear a dress?"
"Obviously," Raquel chuckled.
"Well, if I have to," Santana said dramatically, even though they both knew it was for show. Santana possessed several dresses and even wore them on occasion.
"Love you, Santa. We should go for lunch again soon."
"Love you, too. Let me know when you're free for a Saturday afternoon."
They hung up and Santana flopped onto her bed, facing the ceiling. "I'm so happy for her," she said with a grin.
"You remind me a lot of her," Carmen said, tucking her daughter's long hair behind her ear.
"Psshh. I'm totally awesomer than Raquel."
"Yes, you definitely have her modesty," Carmen laughed. She stood up. "Oh, any dry cleaning today?"
"Nope," Santana replied.
"Today was a good day, then?"
Santana shrugged. She heard her mother sigh.
"Mama, we never argue about anything so let's not start with this, ok?" she said, pinching the bridge of her nose where her glasses rested.
"Fine," Carmen said reluctantly. "Put some clothes on, would you? Your father will have a fit if you can to dinner wearing that."
Santana grinned wickedly at the thought.
"Don't you dare, Santana Lopez!" Carmen warned, walking down the stairs. "I will take away your iPod."
Santana gasped at the injustice of her mother depriving her of her sanctuary. She rolled onto her stomach and scrolled through her contacts, her mom's comment about her iPod reminding her about their assignment for Glee.
"Hey, Q," Santana greeted.
"Oh, um, hi, San."
"Everything ok?" Santana asked with a frown.
"Uh, yeah. What's up?"
"So, this assignment for Glee. What are we gonna sing?"
"Oh, uh, well, actually, I've, um, found another partner to sing a duet with," Quinn said quietly.
Santana frowned in confusion. She and Quinn had always done their duets together.
"San?"
"Silent treatment of twenty-four hours starts now," Santana replied, hanging up.
She didn't care if she was being petty. She had her ways of dealing with people treating her less than what she felt like she deserved. And Quinn was supposed to be her best friend. A heads up would've at least been nice. She and Quinn always sang their duets together.
Santana got up off her bed, closed her door and took of her lingerie, swapping them for some running shorts and a tank top. She pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail, pulled on her running shoes and grabbed her iPod.
"Going for a run," she yelled as she descended the stairs.
"Dinner in half an hour, mija," Carmen called from the kitchen.
"K," Santana replied, putting in her earphones and letting the music wash over her as she started her route.
The reprieve from the previous day didn't last very long and between second and third period, Santana found herself picking cherry slushie out of her bra again. She was still pissed at Quinn, who hadn't even attempted to talk to her, even though they'd passed each other three times in the hall already. Having the icy stickiness dripping down her back just topped her morning off.
Santana went straight to the locker room and grabbed her stuff to shower. She was just clipping her bra back on when she heard someone behind her.
"Kinda pervy," she commented, not turning around to see who it was.
"Not the word I would use to describe you," a familiar voice said.
Santana glanced back and rolled her eyes at Rachel leaning against the last locker.
"What do you want?"
When Rachel didn't answer her, Santana closed her eyes and took a deep breath, willing her temper to simmer. The last thing she needed was to insult one of the top Cheerios. She pulled on her jeans and reached for her clean t-shirt and pulled it over her wet hair. Her glasses slid down her nose as she popped her head through the neck hole, but before she could push them up, someone else did it for her. Her vision now focused, she saw Rachel standing right in front of her.
"What are you doing?" Santana frowned irritably.
"Helping you," Rachel shrugged.
"Does it look like I need help?" Santana snapped.
"Look, I know you probably hate me because out of the two of us, you're the only one getting slushies even though we're both out and in Glee."
"Guess your social standing affords you a certain immunity," Santana grumbled, running her brush roughly through her long hair. It was already going to look like Diana Ross's Frankenstein twin by the time lunch ended and after the day that Santana had already had, she really couldn't care less.
"I've got some stuff to calm the frizz," Rachel said, suddenly disappearing.
Santana frowned. Was this some new form of torture? Pretend to be nice to the weird kid and catch her unawares? She'd seen this film several times and she wasn't about to fall for the punch line. She grabbed her bags and left the locker room before Rachel came back.
Santana was miserable by the time Glee came around. Her mood rolled off her in waves and her fellow Glee Club members picked up on it immediately, giving her a wide berth. Miss Sylvester also sensed it and suggested that people break up into their duet partnerships,
Of course, this didn't help Santana's situation as she saw Quinn move next to Puck.
Puck? You have got to be shitting me.
Quinn had gone on for months about how the jocks were a bunch of mindless losers that just took up space and how she would never lower her level and consort with such dregs of society.
Santana hit her head against the wall behind her and tried to quell her anger. They threw slushies at her and tossed her in the dumpsters, but her best friend still thought it was ok to talk to them, and now sing with them. Quinn's twenty-four silent treatment had just been extended indefinitely.
She pulled her iPod out form her jeans pocket and stuffed the earphones angrily into her ears. Loud music blasted through them, enough for the Glee Club to hear. They looked at the Latina in worry, but no one ventured near her. All but one.
As soon as Miss Sylvester told them to work with their duet partners, Rachel and Brittany huddled together at the far end of the room. The blonde pulled out a nail file and started perfecting her nails.
"You have got to be shitting me," Brittany whispered in disbelief, suddenly gripping her nail file like a weapon.
Rachel followed her gaze and frowned when she saw Puck sitting with Queen Quinn.
Seriously?
She hadn't really expected that one. Quinn had always seemed too snobbish to resort to hanging with the jocks she badmouthed so much. Rachel wondered what Santana thought of the whole thing and looked up at the Latina, immediately getting her answer. She had a storm cloud over her head and her eyes were shooting daggers at the oblivious blonde. Rachel saw her pull something out of her pocket, her iPod, and put the earphones in. She blinked at the volume of the music. She could hear it and she was on the other side of the room, She couldn't imagine how loud it must actually be in Santana's ears.
Wait, she wasn't with anyone. That meant she didn't have a duet partner. That meant…
"B, do you remember last year where you slept at Brady Harris' house and I covered for you with your mom?" Rachel whispered.
"Yeah," Brittany replied, furrowing her brow. "Why the fuck are you bringing that up now?"
"Because you said you owed me," Rachel replied, standing up and smoothing her skirt, "and I'm collecting."
"Rach, what are you…? No, fuck it, Berry, you cannot abandon me," Brittany hissed, grabbing Rachel's wrist and tugging her back into her chair.
"Deal with it," Rachel whispered fiercely, yanking her arm out of Brittany's grip. "I do shit for you every single day and never complain. We're supposed to be friends, so you will do this for me."
Brittany blinked in surprise. Few people ever dared to speak to her like that, and Rachel hadn't stood up to her like that since before high school. Sure, they insulted each other about fifty times a day, but this was actual backbone kinda stuff. Rachel stood up and strode over to where Santana was focusing on her Nintendo DS.
The cheerleader stood in front of her and waited patiently, her hands folded in front of her in the standard Cheerios pose. A full four minutes past before Santana's dark eyes glanced up and at her and immediately down again. Rachel took that as an invitation so she sat in the chair next to Santana and tapped her foot along to the song that she could hear more clearly through the earphones now that she was sitting right next to them.
"What do you want this time?" Santana muttered softly enough for Rachel to hear.
Rachel looked at her in surprise. Her music was still blaring and she was still playing her game, but she spoke at a volume that no one else but her could hear. Most people would speak too loudly with music playing at that volume in their ears. But, as Rachel was rapidly discovering, Santana Lopez was not most people.
She turned in her chair so that she was facing the Latina and reached out to pull one of the earphones out. Santana looked at her sharply and abruptly closed her Nintendo DS, pulling her other earphone out at the same time.
"Fine," she sighed. "You have my undivided attention. What could the bourgeoisie possibly want with the peasants?"
Rachel furrowed her brow and Santana rolled her eyes.
"Forget it," Santana muttered, running a hand through her hair. Rachel noticed that it had kind of puffed up. She really had tried to help earlier with her hair products. She had this amazing mousse that-
"Berry!"
"What?"
"Seriously?" Santana asked incredulously. "You come here, interrupt my time of reflection and then you space out? What are you on?"
"Sorry," Rachel apologised. "I, uh, don't normally do this."
"I believe I have established that," Santana said dryly, resting her face on her arm, looking bored.
"What?" Rachel asked again. This girl was really confusing.
"You don't normally talk to me, or the underclassmen, or whatever," Santana explained in irritation. "God, I heard you were actually one of the clever ones."
"Hey, I am clever!" Rachel snapped. "I maintain a 3.6 GPA, thank you very much."
"Whoop dee fucking doo," Santana trilled. "Have you decided to tell me why you're wasting my time yet?"
"Well, I happened to notice that you don't have a duet partner and I was going to offer my services."
"As what, my personal cheerleader? Thanks, but no thanks." Santana moved to put her earphones back in her ears.
"Why not?" Rachel asked indignantly. "I can sing pretty well."
"Yeah, your voice is ok," Santana conceded. "But I don't generally share my love of music with people who have made their mission to make my life miserable."
Rachel sat back. She had a point. Dammit! No, she needed to make this work.
"Wait," she said quickly, holding up a hand and licking her lips.
Santana looked at her expectantly.
"Don't say no until you see what I have to offer," Rachel suggested.
Santana laughed mirthlessly. "I already have. And sorry, Cheerios Rachel, but you're not my type."
"I meant musically," Rachel said through gritted teeth. Any attraction she'd had for this girl was fast becoming history.
"You seriously want the two of us to do a duet together?" Santana asked, frowning in disbelief.
Rachel shrugged and nodded. "Look, I can see how you'd be intimidated by me. I'm new to Glee, I'm hot, I've got a great voice and people don't know what to expect from me. You're kinda predictable, though."
Santana's eyes narrowed. "Seeing as how I'm already pissed off, I'm going to let your attempt at reverse psychology slide." Rachel swallowed. That normally worked. "I'll meet you at your house after school tomorrow." She held out her phone. "Put your number in."
So Santana was getting her number – not quite what she'd had planned, but tomorrow brought a lot more promise. She handed the phone back.
"I'm not sleeping with you," Santana stated, returning to her game.
Rachel's heart started hammering. Oh, right, now she remembered why she couldn't forget about this girl – she dodged every curve ball Rachel threw at her and it was addictive. She was really enjoying their little game.
Outwardly, the small cheerleader was calm. "And what makes you think that I want up on that?" she taunted, gesturing Santana's big hair and tight shirt and sexy jeans-Ok, stop! Jesus, Berry. Get a fucking grip.
"I wasn't born yesterday," Santana replied with a smirk. "Anyone with decent hearing knows all about your reputation, and I may be half blind, but I've seen how you look at me."
Rachel looked at the Latina coolly, although inside she was feeling…nervous? Is that what it felt like? Rachel had always been confident; she didn't know what being nervous felt like.
"Don't flatter yourself, Lopez," Rachel said snippily. "As you said, I don't consort with the peasants."
Santana smiled. It looked like a genuine smile and Rachel couldn't help but smile back. The Latina broke eye contact abruptly and flipped her Nintendo open. Rachel blinked. Was she being dismissed? By the weird kid? Did this Glee Club have some weird magical powers that messed with the order of things? She was one of the top Cheerios, for Christ's sake. She could have any damn girl she wanted. Santana frigging Lopez should be begging to spend time with her.
Before Santana put her earphones in, she spoke up, "Oh, one more thing. Stop staring at me. It's creepy."
Brittany laughed out loud as Rachel relayed what had happened with Santana in Glee Club.
"It's not funny!" Rachel snapped, folding her arms across her chest stubbornly.
"No, you're right, it's not," Brittany said, gasping for air. "It's fucking hilarious." She broke off into peals of laughter.
Rachel grabbed one the pillows from Brittany's bed and threw it at the blonde, hitting her squarely in the face. Her laughing stopped immediately.
"You are so dead, Berry."
"Catch me," Rachel taunted, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
Brittany lunged across the bed, but Rachel was incredibly quick on her feet and was out the door before Brittany was even on her feet. She heard the front door slam and saw that the brunette had somehow managed to grab her bag on her way out too. The blonde grabbed her phone from next to her bed and fired off a text.
You can't hide forever, Rach. Tomorrow is payback.
Brittany went to take a shower and when she came back, there was a reply waiting for her. A devious smile crossed her face.
Anything you can do, I can do better.
Oh, it was on. Rachel Berry was in desperate need of a reminder just who was on top.
Dark hair flew everywhere. There were grunts and groans as limbs grabbed, roamed and scratched. Two bodies rolled across the bed, each fighting for control.
"Fuck," Rachel moaned, arching her back off her bed.
"Shut up," Santana muttered, kissing her again.
She pinned the smaller brunette against the bed and attacked her neck, sucking the skin and releasing it with a satisfactory pop. Rachel moaned again, clawing at Santana's bare back. She started kissing down the cheerleader's chest, licking the tops of her breasts that were still encased in her lacy bra.
"Jesus, if I'd known you were this good, I would've done this a lot sooner," Rachel said breathlessly, tangling her fingers in Santana's hair.
The Latina stopped and pushed herself up. "Excuse me?" she asked.
"Huh?"
"I knew it!" Santana said, mentally slapping herself and climbing off Rachel and off the bed. She grabbed her glasses from the bedside table. "Dammit! I told myself that I wouldn't do this."
"Wait, what are you talking about?' Rachel asked, sitting up on the bed.
Santana had her hands on her hips and ran fingers through her hair. "I actually have no idea how we ended up half naked on your bed, but I'm glad I stopped it now because there is no way in hell I'm about to be another fucking cross on Rachel Berry's bedpost."
"Wait, Santana, that's not-"
"Oh, isn't it?" Santana cut in hotly, searching amongst the clothes on the floor for her discarded shirt. "Tell me that isn't why you came up to me yesterday offering to be my duet partner."
"It isn't," Rachel said softly.
Santana stood up and looked the cheerleader in disbelief. "You really expect me to believe that?"
"Look, yes I do want sleep with you, I mean, look at you," Rachel mumbled, gesturing to Santana standing next to her bed clad in her jeans and bra. "Who wouldn't jump you? But that isn't why I wanted to do a duet with you."
"Then why?"
Rachel opened her mouth and closed it again, words failing her. Santana rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"Look, I'm not that kind of girl, ok? I don't sleep around. Sex means something to me, ok? I'm not like you. I can't just go around fucking girls left, right and centre because I can't control my libido."
"That's not-"
"Look," Santana interrupted again, "I made a mistake coming here, obviously. Rachel, you're hot. We both don't deny that. And that," she gestured to the messed up sheets, "was also really hot, but I'm not that kind of girl."
"What if I don't want to be that girl anymore?" Rachel asked suddenly, sitting up.
Santana tried not to be distracted by the cheerleader wearing only the incredibly enticing lingerie that she'd also bought for herself. It somehow looked even hotter on Rachel.
Focus!
"You can't not be that girl," Santana replied, shrugging. "It's who you are."
"But what if I just…wanted one girl?" Rachel asked shyly, looking down.
Santana blinked in surprise. She couldn't have heard that right. Nope, her brain was addled with sex, or non-sex, or whatever.
"Santana, I'm serious."
The Latina took a deep breath. "If you're serious, then prove it," she said simply. "Your reputation is legend at McKinley and I have no doubt that it's probably ninety-five percent true."
Rachel's blush confirmed it.
"Telling me that you suddenly don't wanna be that girl anymore just sounds like empty words," Santana went on. "Actions speak louder than words to me."
"We were pretty active two minutes ago," Rachel said seductively, leaning against her bedpost.
Santana swallowed, running her eyes up and down Rachel's scantily clad body. She shook her head.
Dammit. She's good.
"No," Santana said, shaking her head, as if the motion would convince her more that she was making the right decision. "A leopard doesn't change its spots overnight. Prove to me that you can handle only me, and then we'll talk."
"Fine," Rachel said with a cocky grin. "Challenge accepted. Prepare to be wooed, Santana Lopez."
Santana couldn't hold back the laugh. "You're cute," she said. "But I'm stubborn. Don't think that this is going to be easy."
The Latina finally spotted her shirt hanging off the back of Rachel's mirror. She grabbed it and pulled it on.
"So does this mean we're not doing a duet together?" Rachel asked, looking forlornly at Santana's fully clothed body.
"Ya think?" Santana smirked. "I'll just sing something with Mercedes or whatever."
"Do I get a goodbye kiss?" Rachel asked hopefully, still kneeling on her bed in her underwear.
"I don't think so," Santana replied, indicating her attire. "Try and change my mind and you may just get that kiss."
She winked at the cheerleader and walked out of her bedroom, practically running down the stairs and out of the house. Once she was safely outside, she leaned against the front door, trying to catch her breath, and not just from the hurried escape. That had been hot. She really hadn't expected anything like that to happen when she'd arrived. Well, sure she'd thought about it, obviously, but she seriously didn't think that her thoughts would become reality.
She started walking to the front gate, confident that her decision had been the right one.
"Santana Lopez, you're gonna be mine before you know it!" she heard Rachel yell from somewhere.
She turned and looked up, her mouth falling open. Rachel was leaning out of her bedroom window, still clad in her skimpy lingerie, her bust being thrust forward.
"One day soon, you're going to be screaming my name," Rachel sang as Santana quickly walked away, desperately trying to hide the smile on her face.
The rest of the week was going to be interesting, to say the least. And Santana had to admit that she was really looking forward to it.
A/N: So, what do you guys think? I already know what Rachel's gonna do, so #3 should be up by Thursday. Also, how they ended up making out will also be explained ;p
Reviews are muchly loved :D
-H