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Disclaimer: I don't own 'Glee.' All the mistakes are mine.

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Santana converted a 3,000 square foot storefront into the ultimate bachelor (yeah she's a chick, but she's just not into all that girly shit) pad. From the outside it looked like any other forgotten rundown storefront in a gentrified area, but inside was an absolute paradise. Santana was a big kid. Her place served many purposes: it juxtaposed her lackadaisical lifestyle to her extensive wealth; it kept her humble and sane; it was her playground; and it kept away money-grubbing hoes (Puck's words not hers). It gave her the opportunity to weed out the good girls from the not so good girls. She loved it. It was so her now.

She found sheer pleasure in a relaxed lifestyle with no commitments—other than to her friends, family and business. She ran on SLT (Santana Lopez Time). She was so far from the HBIC persona she assumed much of her high school life and into college. Don't get it twisted she gets shit done and can still be a huge bitch—when necessary; just with much more subtlety.

Sunday and Mondays are her personal days. She never schedules meetings or does business on either day; which is why she was free to help Quinn set up for her proposal to Mercedes (should would've dropped whatever she was doing anyway). She briefly wonders how that's going. She assumed everything went well because it's 9:30 and she hasn't heard from either woman. She would think of her best friend while in the company of a very sexy half naked checkout girl. Never mind Quinn and Mercedes she has other pressing matters to tend to; like Jackie giving her a drunken college girl strip tease.

"Jackie." Santana says not actively reacting to the show in front of her. "Come here."

Jackie is mid-drop when Santana makes her request. She slides across the hardwood floor stealthily like a cat. "Up here." Santana pats her lap. Jackie straddles her. Santana runs her fingers through the girl's hair. She thinks she's beautiful. She has a weakness for beautiful petite brunettes. Jackie kisses Santana. She likes that. There is nothing she appreciates more in a beautiful woman than aggression—huge turn on. Most of her partners assume she likes being on top because of her aggressive nature, but she likes a woman who will go toe-to-toe with her.

Jackie grinds into Santana. She's moaning and Santana loves it. Jackie pulls Santana's Aqua Teen Hunger Force t-shirt over her head. She kisses and sucks her neck. Santana's moaning. Jackie gets more forceful and Santana is on cruise control. There's not stopping her. Her goal is for one of them to come—she doesn't really care who. Jackie scoots up her body a bit. She's straddling her abdomen. Santana feels the wetness through Jackie's underwear. She's still grinding against her. Santana must be a magician because somehow Jackie's no longer wearing underwear. Santana feels her wetness on her abs. Her scent is amazing. She wants some of that.

Santana pushes her away a bit and circles her thighs; she's inching her way toward her center. Her fingers are coated with Jackie's arousal. She strokes her clit. Just as she's about to enter the unimaginable happens—the doorbell rings.

Santana bits down on Jackie's lip. She moans. Santana groans. "What the fuck?" She realizes that Quinn's proposal might not have gotten the reaction she wanted and picked Jackie up and carried her to the door. Santana is surprised by her guest; looking hot as fuck with her hair cascading over her shoulders wearing a black pencil skirt and her white biker cordura. "Rachel?"

"Hello, Santana. Am I interrupting something?"

"Err. Ummm. Wha-."

"I can see that your hands are full, so I can just umm-."

"Uh Rachel, Jackie. Jackie Rachel."

"Hello." Rachel said.

"Hi." Jackie said a little too enthusiastically. "You're hot. Are you joining us?"

"Not tonight."

"Bummer."

"Hmm. Uuuhh. Don't leave. Stay." Santana says as she shuts the door. A few minutes later Jackie walks out the door winking at Rachel.

"Santana you didn't have to ask her to leave."

"Meh." Santana says leaning against the door. "Shit. I'm sorry. Come in."

Santana moves from the entrance to allow Rachel to enter.

Rachel is taken aback by Santana's place. This is definitely not what she was expecting. Rachel felt like she had walked into someone's teenage dream. In a word, Santana's place was, awesome. During her appraisal she realized that Santana was only wearing a sports bra.

"Incredible."

Santana smirked. She watched Rachel take in her space. For some reason she was happy that Rachel approved.

"Uh, Rachel?" Santana asks taking her from her reverie.

"Yes?"

"I don't mean to be rude." Santana says picking up her t-shirt. "But uh, how do you know where I live?"

"Oh uh here." Rachel reached into the jacket pocket and passed Santana her wallet. "You left your wallet in your pocket; which makes sense because this is your jacket—it is super comfortable, by the way."

"Hm. I didn't even realize I didn't have it." She took the wallet from Rachel and tossed on the coffee table. "It would've sucked if I got pulled over earlier."

"What?" Rachel's eyes widened. "You were driving without a license?"

Santana suddenly felt like a scolded child. "Uh. Yeah. I'll have to make sure I have it from now on."

Rachel nodded.

"One more question."

"Yes?"

"How did you find the entrance?" The entrance was on the side of the building; there was no way Rachel would've guessed that.

"Oh." Rachel chuckled. "I've been waiting outside since like 8:45. I tried calling Mercedes, but it took her forever to answer."

"Yeah. She and Quinn are tied up."

"Yeah. She finally called me back. She also told me the good news. That's so awesome. They're beautiful together."

"They're cool-wait. Santana looked at her watch." Her eyes widened. "You've been waiting outside for like an hour and a half?"

"Yes, but don't worry my driver is with me. And he's packing; sort of. Just a Taser."

Santana let out a sigh of relief. "Cool. You didn't have to come all the way over here."

"It was no trouble at all."

"I would've realized I didn't have it and would have taken care of everything."

"Well, I also wanted to see you." Rachel tugged at Santana's belt loop. "But you were already otherwise engaged."

Santana gulped. "We didn't um. You know. I umm. Hmm. We were Just."

"You were just what?"

Santana chuckled. "I got nada."

Rachel smirked. She definitely wasn't getting laid tonight.

"How about just chillin out? Make yourself at home while I take a shower. The kitchen is through there. The bathroom is at the end of the hall. You are welcome to anything. Except for these." Santana picked up Jackie's underwear. "Unless you do want them?"

"No, thank you."

"All right. Just give me like 10 minutes."

Rachel nodded. She walked around the place again. She took everything in. It was fun and comfortable. It was also sexy. It was very busy, but in an oddly calming manner. It was so Santana—at least what Rachel had gathered from knowing the woman a little more than 24 hours. Rachel was taken aback by a wall filled with pictures of Santana and her closest friends titled: What Losers Do on Sundays. There were pictures of Santana, Quinn and Puck as children. Some of the three of them and Mercedes in what she assumed was high school— Santana and Mercedes were wearing Beverly Hills Prep t-shirts, Quinn was wearing a Yale hoodie. Another that looked like Quinn's graduation. One of Santana and her parents (her mother is really beautiful). Then there were also some of Santana and a little boy; she seemed to have known him his entire life.

"Checking out the wall, huh?" Santana asked startling Rachel.

Rachel had no idea so much time had passed. "Yeah. This is incredible. You're very creative."

"It's my life I pictures." Santana said adjusting one of the frames.

"Well, it's great."

"Thanks."

"So…"

"So…"

"Jennifer?"

"Jackie. Yeah, what about her?"

"She's pretty."

"Oh yeah?" Santana asked gesturing for Rachel to follow her. They walked to her mini (understatement) bar.

"She's like, what? 18?" Rachel asked sitting on a star.

"She's 20." Santana walked behind the bar.

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Ok. She's 20. She's a little young for you."

"Is that so?"

"Yes. And she's not your type."

"Interesting." Santana raised a bottle of red wine to Rachel. Rachel nodded. "So, what is my type Ms. Berry?"

"For starters, someone older."

"Mhm."

"And forward."

"Uh huh." Santana handed Rachel a glass of wine.

"You need a challenge."

"Hm."

"Someone who isn't clingy or too demanding."

Santana chuckled. "Is that all I need?"

"No, but it's a good place to start."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"You should. Let me know how it turns out when she comes your way." Rachel said taking a sip of her wine.

"I'll definitely let you know." Santana smirked.

"This is really delicious; sweet and light."

"It's Beaujolais Nouveau. It's one of my favorites."

"You have great taste."

"I know." Santana smirked.

"You're very…modest."

Santana blushed.

"So tell me about your business. It seems that it does more than pay the bills."

"Touché." Santana walked around the bar and sat on the stool next to Rachel's. "I actually sell and design guitars."

"Interesting. How did you get into that? Did you always want to be a guitar designer?"

"No." Santana chuckled. "I actually wanted to be a lawyer."

"Lawyer, huh?"

"Yep. Aced the LSATS and everything."

"I can definitely see the correlation." Rachel joked.

"Dreams change, I guess."

"Huge change."

"Yeah. I got a lot of shit from my parents about it, but seeing as I'm not doing too badly they don't say much… about my business anyway. My mom has been asking me when I'm going to make her a grandmother; they're never pleased."

"Maybe you should get started on that then."

"I don't even have a girlfriend."

"And why is that?" Rachel asked circling her glass. "You seem to do ok."

"Meh."

"Oh come on." Rachel prodded. "You're such a stud."

"Stud?"

"Uh...Jessica?"

"Jackie."

"Yeah… right."

Santana chuckled. "It's not like that every night. Trust me. That shit only happens in movies."

"I'm sure."

"So enough about me and my apparent studliness."

"Apparent?"

"How much do you remember from last night?"

Santana blushed. She cleared her throat. "I remember being in the back of your escalade doing what we were doing. And then I remember vanilla and lavender. Then I woke up this morning you made me breakfast and then kicked me out—which has never happened."

"I didn't kick you out."

"So you say…"

"You're silly. You really don't remember what happened between then?"

"No. Did we fuck or something?"

"Wh-well, what we did in the car…" Rachel cleared her throat. "No. Nothing other than what we did in the car." Rachel really didn't mind that Santana didn't remember. Santana chose to leave with her and that's what mattered.

"Right."

"Yeah."

"I'm over talking about me." Santana smirked. "Tell me about Broadway."

"Well, I'm currently starring in Wicked."

"Awesome. What's it about?"

"It's derived from the "Wizard of Oz." It's a story about the unlikely friendship between a misunderstood girl named Elphaba and an ambitious, confident girl—Glinda. They eventually grow to become the Wicked Witch of the West and the Good Witch of the North—respectively."

"That sounds…interesting."

"It's a blast. One of the best shows I've done."

"Cool. What's your favorite thing about it? Like do you have a favorite part?"

"My favorite part is the finale of the first act. When my character—Elphaba discovers that the Oz is not as valiant as she thought." Santana furrows her eyebrows. "Anyway this is also the climax of the story it's when she really just breaks free from expectations. She's tired of playing by everyone else's rules. She just wants to be free to be her own person."

Santana can tell that Rachel is passionate about the show. She's absolutely adorable when she gets excited. She smiles. "That's deep. You seem like you enjoy it."

"I really love it."

"What's you're least favorite thing about the show?"

Rachel sighed. "I perform right shows per week—which isn't a problem; I also have to wear green face paint."

"You perform eight shows a week? Insane. Wait. What? Green face paint?"

Rachel nodded. "Elphaba is green."

"Green?"

"Yes. Have you not seen 'The Wizard of Oz'?"

"Uh… No."

"Wh-What? It's like a classic musical. It like revolutionized film."

"Cool. Not really into musicals."

"I'll have to do something about that." Rachel mumbled.

"Huh?"

"Hmm?"

"I bet you look adorable green."

Rachel blushed. "I don't know about that?"

"You'd look hot wearing a paper bag and one sock."

"Would I really?"

"Yep."

Santana and Rachel had been enjoying their conversation that they hadn't realized that they drank two bottles of wine and it was almost one in the morning. Rachel looked over at the clock on the wall. She honestly only planned on dropping off Santana's wallet. She had to catch a flight at 8 AM. She really didn't want to leave, but she has a meeting the next morning. She looked up at Santana. She is just so sexy. Kissable full lips. She wants this woman in the worst way.

"Santana?"

"Yes?"

"It's almost 1."

"Oh. Shit." Santana looked at the clock on the wall. "So it is."

"I have to go."

Santana nodded. "That's twice."

"What?"

"Walking out on me." Santana joked. "Are you trying to tell me something, Ms. Berry?"

"Yes." Rachel quirked her eye brow.

Santana and Rachel found themselves in a staring contest.

"Are you going to tell me?" Santana asked leaning in closer to Rachel. Rachel met her halfway. Santana cupped Rachel's cheek. Rachel put her arm around Santana's neck and pulled her in.

"Maybe later." She said.

"Wh-hat?" Santana thought she was going in for a kiss.

Rachel giggled.

Santana looked like someone kicked her puppy. Then she glared. "You know what? That's totally cool, Berry."

"Oh, so now I'm Berry?"

"Yep."

"Ok. Well, Lopez, I have to get going."

"Fine. I'll walk you to the door."

"Aww. Don't be that way." Rachel said as they approached the door. "Don't worry your beautiful face." Rachel stood on her tip toes and kissed Santana's cheek.

Santana pulled Rachel in. She buried her face in her neck. "Que huele a lavanda y vainilla. Tan delicioso. Nunca me olvidaré de lo bien que huele. Si pudiera embotellar usted y el aroma, lo haría."

Rachel shivered. That was the sexiest thing she had ever heard. She wasn't sure of all of what Santana said, but she was certain her heard: lavender, vanilla and delicious. "Santana, I really have to go."

"No."

"Yes."

"No." Santana held her tightly.

Rachel giggled. "How about I call you when my flight lands?" Rachel handed Santana her cell phone.

Santana smirked. "That would work." She called her phone from Rachel's.

"Alright. Well, thanks for kicking out your… date."

"She wasn't a date. But uh, no problem."

Rachel kissed Santana chastely. "Bye."

Santana had a stupid ass grin on her face. "Bye."

Rachel rolled her eyes and smirked. Her guard was standing outside of the door where she had left him. She looked back at Santana once she got to the end of the building. Mine.

Santana walked into her house and sat on the couch. She thought back on her night. Perfect.

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