Here I go again! :D
#007 Kisses
They were drunk, lying in the middle of Puck's basement while most of the glee club was just too drunk to function. Santana could see Quinn sleeping in a sofa, while resting her head in wheels' lap, the transformer had already passed out. Brittany was drinking something that apparently was orange juice from a freaking sippy cup next to Tina and Mike, apparently trying to talk to them, but they were sleeping and she was falling asleep as well. Finn was sleeping in a chair, which was kind of hilarious, because he looked gigantic and terribly uncomfortable. Kurt had already threw up a couple of times in what seemed to be Mrs. Puckerman's flower pot collection and Blaine, who apparently was the designated driver, was trying to make him drink some water. Sam and Mercedes were cuddling in the corner and Santana almost felt the need to gag seeing how disgustingly cute they looked.
"You are not the best I've had!" He said. He was kinda drunk, and his loud voice interrupted her thoughts.
"C'mon Puck, I know I'm the best you've ever had," she said focusing again in their discussion.
"Meh," he said shrugging and drinking from his bottle again.
"I'm the best at it all, asshole, just fucking accept it, ok? I bet virginal Quinn wasn't half as good as me, Zizes probably asfixiated you and Berry wouldn't even let you past second base."
"You are the best in the sack, undoubtedly." He said making a face after seeing Kurt vomiting in one of his mom's flowerpots again.
"Undoubtedly?" Santana laughed out loud. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You are spending way too much time with man hands" she kept laughing and muttered undoubtedly again.
"Not your business." He said smiling. And Santana looked at him intently. Was he serious? Was he with Berry in secret or something like that? She just felt the sudden need to hit him in the balls. Until she realized what he had just said.
"Wait, you said in the sack. Who's better than me in the other stuff?" She said giggling her eyebrows.
"You are the best in almost everything," he said shrugging and leaving his bottle on the floor.
"Almost?" She raised an eyebrow, because there was no fucking way there was someone better than her.
"You are not the best kisser," he said smirking.
"Oh really? then who?" she was annoyed by now. Bruised ego and all that jazz.
"Rach, she was the best. She's probably the best in all of fucking Lima." He said closing his eyes and smiling like an idiot, which just made Santana want to punch him in the fucking throat.
Santana raised an eyebrow. She always avoided seeing the midget kissing anyone, she always faked repulsion and it was that, in part, but there was something so wrong in seeing her kiss anyone.
"Seriously?" And no, she didn't want Puck to know that her curiosity was real, but his knowing smirk was obvious.
"She has this really good mouth and she really knows how to use it, and she's so good at it, San... You have no idea. She knows exactly what to do with her freaking lips that are like super soft and her fucking tongue...Which is why it's so annoying that she turns you on so fucking much with just a kiss, when you know she won't even let you touch her or go beyond that." He said, suddenly looking at the stairs where Rachel was sitting reading something on her phone.
Santana breathed and relaxed, for a moment there she thought that he meant something more than kissing and the mere thought made her want to castrate him.
"Really?" she asked following his eyes and seeing Rachel there. Puck looked at her and noticed how Santana was licking her lips and he smiled.
"Really, you should try it." He said, and before Santana could react he was standing up and leaving the basement with Blaine, while both helped Kurt. He ruffled Rachel's hair while passing next to her, which earned him an annoying expression from the girl. The asshole winked at both of them before closing the door.
Santana suddenly realized that they were practically alone, the rest of the guys were sleeping. So she stood up and sat next to Rachel. The smaller girl smiled at her.
"Hello, Santana. I have to admit that I am not that surprised that you are still conscious, I guess that since you and Noah are friends you've both developed a high tolerance to alcohol and..."
Santana had to shut her up before she gave her a headache, so for the first time since she was a girl, she followed advice given by Noah freaking Puckerman and kissed Rachel.
She had to admit that it was the equivalent to a bomb, once Rachel realized that she was kissing her she started to respond and her fucking mouth was delicious, Santana shuddered when she felt Rachel's fingers tangling in her hair, trying to dominate the kiss. And Puck was right, it was as if Rachel kissed with all the intentions of going all the way, and damn, she'd be lying if she said she wasn't already wet from one simple kiss.
Suddenly, they stopped a little for air and Rachel straddled her. Santana looked at her intently and she was smiling, clearly both wanted more, so Santana kissed her again, sucking on her bottom lip, which made Rachel react and add her tongue to the kiss. Santana almost fainted at how good it felt. It wasn't that she was new to this kind of stuff it was just that Rachel was just so fucking good.
She could feel Rachel smiling in the middle of the kiss, so she smiled, too. The kiss stopped and both looked at each other. Santana's hands were in Rachel's hips and Rachel's hands were moving to cup Santana's face. Rachel started to laugh and Santana raised an eyebrow. Rachel kissed her again, softly this time, and Santana obviously didn't complain.
"Remind me to start an argument with whoever dares to say that Noah is not clever," Rachel said smiling.
"What? Fuckerman? Why?" Santana said, trying to kiss Rachel's neck.
"Because his plan worked," Rachel whispered.
That's all folks!