The last part...hope I did it justice...
mistakes still mine, Glee not so much...
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"I'm not going in there!" Rachel stomped her foot and pouted at the two blondes in front of her.
"Look, you're being stupid, you're clearly still stressed and in pain and we all know that we need you at 100% for Nationals." Quinn pulled the arm she was holding, but the diva was surprisingly hard to move.
"I'm fine and even if I wasn't there have to be at least half a dozen other massage parlors not this one."
"Maybe, but this one has Sanny and Sanny's the best." Brittany effortlessly slung the smaller girl over her shoulder and carried her kicking and screaming into Helping Hands.
"Put me down! Put me down NOW!" The brunette screeched.
"Excuse me, can I help you?" A masculine voice interrupted the diva's rant.
"Where's Kelly?" Rachel queried as Brittany sat her back on her feet. She hadn't spoken to the redhead since their ill-fated date. She'd felt bad for ending things so abruptly, but she'd almost kissed Santana. Well, the Latina had almost kissed her, but she'd wanted it to happen.
"Kelly? Oh the redhead she got another position so she like quit a few days ago." The guy behind the receptionist's counter shrugged.
"Oh..."
"Is Santana here and free, we've got an emergency." Quinn spoke up.
"I told you two..."
"Yeah we need Sanny, fast!" Brittany covered Rachel's mouth before she could really restart her rant.
"Yeah, lucky you she's free for a couple hours, just um..go to room 15."
The pair of blondes pushed the tiny brunette down the hall and deposited her in the indicated room with threats of bodily harm if she tried to escape.
Rachel huffed loudly and quickly changed into the towel. The quicker she succumbed to the will of Quinn and Brittany and got this over with, the quicker she could leave and continue planning for New Direction's musical domination.
Rachel tightened the knot to the side of her breasts and laid facedown on the table. She tried to calm her frayed nerves and remind that it was just a massage, she'd had hundreds of massages and they didn't mean a thing. This time it especially was meaningless because it wasn't even her idea. She was so busy trying to relax that she didn't notice the door open and close, nor did she feel the presence join her until the masseuse was already touching her. She jumped, heart racing as cool hands began to knead the tender flesh around her shoulders.
"Calm down, Rae, I'm not gonna hurt ya."
"I am calm." The smaller girl sniped with a frown.
"My mistake, I suppose I took you nearly jumping out of your skin out of context."
"I suppose you did. Can we just make this a silent session, in which you just do your job and neither of us has anything to say?"
"You're the boss." Santana replied with a smirk, she was fully willing to just concentrate on making the other girl feel good.
After the night at the carnival and their almost kiss Santana had had to admit to herself that she actually liked Rachel, not just wanted to sleep with her, but actually liked her. She'd been jealous and clearly out of her mind it was the only explanation for hijacking Kelly's romantic Ferris Wheel plan. What made everything worse was her actions didn't change anything. Rachel still went home with Kelly and continued to avoid her like the plague. She was one hundred percent sure the only reason the girl was even here was because of their teammates standing guard in the lounge.
The Latina sighed loudly. Pressing her thumbs down with more pressure on a stubborn knot in the other girls back. Rachel groaned, shivering and Santana, unable to stop herself pressed a feather-light kiss to the other girl's heated skin.
"Santana, what...?" Rachel questioned.
"Relax Rae, I've got you..."
"I thought we weren't playing this game anymore, Santana. You win ok! Look at you, you managed to get teen prude, Rachel Berry all hot and bothered, yay for you!" Rachel yelled flipping herself over onto her back and attempting to rise from the table only to be stopped by Santana's hands.
"Would you calm down? Jesus, could you be more paranoid? I'm not playing you."
"Yes you are."
"Why would I? Don't answer that. Can you just believe that I'm not fucking with you?"
"No."
"No?"
"No, now let me up this was a terrible idea."
"God, you're infuriating!" Santana growled swooping down to capture the diva's lips before she had a chance to retort. At first the other girls lips sat motionlessly rigid against her own and she began to panic slightly. What if Rachel really wasn't the slightest bit attracted to her. How embarrassing. But, just as soon as those thoughts entered her mind they receded as Rachel's lips began to move against her own. She smiled into the deepening kiss and hoisted herself to straddle the still prone singer.
"Do you believe me now?" Santana asked momentarily breaking their kiss. Both girls were breathing hard. Rachel's eyes were closed and her face flushed.
"Believe?" Rachel whispered confused opening her eyes.
"That I actually like you. Sure, I enjoy making you flustered and frustrated. I like teasing you and keeping you at a loss for words, but I only enjoy doing those things because I uh-um actually genuinely like you." Santana felt her face burning up, she did not do feelings so well and she felt increasingly vulnerable the longer the other girl stared at her with her big brown eyes.
"Um...I kinda need you to say something here, I'm about eight seconds away from dying from embarrassment here." Santana leaned back and ran a hand through her thick hair.
"You like me?" Rachel asked leaning up on her elbows her face scrunched up in confusion.
"Uh...yeah...yes."
"Why?"
"Why?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Why not? I mean, you're hot, trust me I've seen enough of you in states of undress to know that you're wardrobe is definitely not doing you justice."
"So suddenly, I'm good looking enough to garner the great Santana Lopez's attent-"
Santana halted the diva's rant with another searing kiss. "I wasn't finished. Yes, you're hot and yeah I like that, but I also like that you're the only one that's giving me a challenge. You don't just take my shit. I like that. I like that you have goals and a plan and all that too." Santana shrugged lamely suddenly feeling shy and scrutinized.
"So, um...yeah...turning into a stammering idiot here so just gonna assume the sentiment isn't returned and go crawl under a rock or something..." The Latina attempted to lower herself from the table before Rachel grabbed the front of her t-shirt and pulled her back down into another kiss.
Rachel's hand tightened in the masseuse's shirt as the kiss deepened. She felt one of Santana's hand grip her waist outside of the towel and the other cup her cheek gently. She moved her free hand to the other girl's back inching it down until it rested on the Latina's ass.
"Always kinda figured you for an ass girl." Santana whispered against her lips.
"Shut-up." Rachel replied nipping at the older girl's bottom lip.
"Hmmm...maybe I will besides there are other, better things that these lips could be doing." Santana smirked trailing kisses down one side of Rachel's neck.
Rachel moaned kneading fingers into the Latina's ass. She loosened her grip on the other girls shirt and moved her hand to join it's partner, pressing herself impossibly closer to her companion.
"Mmmm, still sense a bit of tension babe, want me to help you really relax?" Santana asked while nipping at the smaller girl's collar bone.
Rachel absentmindedly nodded her head with a whimper. "Was that a yes, Rachel? Use your words." The Masseuse smirk deviously, playing with the knot of the towel.
"Yes..." The tiny brunette breathed out eyes fluttering closed.
"I'm gonna make you feel so good..." Santana grinned loosening the towel and allowing it to fall away from the smaller girl's lithe body.
A few minutes later in the lounge area.
"Jesus! You do have magic hands!" Quinn's face turned beet red upon hearing Rachel's cry and continual moaning from the back of the massage parlor.
"And here I was worried they were going to kill each other." The hazel-eyed blonde rolled her eyes.
"Quinnie, do you think that San will teach me to pull a rabbit out of my hat?"
"Huh?" Quinn arched an eyebrow at the taller girl.
"Because Rachel said she knows magic and I want a bunny rabbit." Brittany grinned brightly.
"Oh, Britt, I don't think that's the sort of magic Rachel's talking about." She patted the dancer's knee gently. "Come on, I have a feeling those two are going to be a while longer. Lots of UST to work out there..."
"Ust?" Brittany questioned rising from her seat.
"Unresolved Sexual Tension."
"Oh yeah, San and Rachie are totes hot for each other." The taller blonde skipped ahead of her companion a silly smile adorning her face.
"Well hopefully once they get this out of their systems we'll be all set to take Nationals." Quinn mumbled jogging to keep up with her friend.
Ok? so thoughts? Yay the end with no waiting!
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