A/N: There's some AU in here, with some slash. One thing I have to mention, though, is that Sam never dated Santana in this little world of mine :D
Rachel Barbara Berry is at the mall with Santana Lopez.
Sam Evans, Mike Chang, Noah Puck Puckerman, Kurt Hummel and Santana Lopez like this.
Noah Puck Puckerman Lopez, I'll pay you if you take her to Victoria's Secret!
Sam Evans And so will I!
Santana Lopez It's a deal :DDD Plus, I'll get to see B in all that sexy lingerie ;)
Sam Evans *like*
Noah Puck Puckerman *like*
Rachel Barbara Berry You guys are incorrigible :)
Noah Puck Puckerman You love us
Rachel Barbara Berry It's true :)
Kurt Hummel Oh, really? Maybe we'll run into each other :)
Santana Lopez Maybe :D
Rachel Barbara Berry We'll see!
Rachel snickered at her phone before sticking it in her purse and linking her arm through Santana's as they entered the mall. "Kurt is going to be so mad when he can't find us," she grinned.
"Yeah, I can't wait! So, do you wanna hit up Victoria's Secret first?"
Rachel sighed. "Do we have to go there?"
Santana looked at her as if she were crazy. "Of course! I'm going to get paid to go there and I get to see you in sexy underwear? Best. Day. Ever."
The smaller girl rolled her eyes as they headed to the second floor. "Incorrigible."
The pair spent two hours in the pink store, trying on nearly every style of undergarments in every color available. Though she was nervous about it, Rachel allowed Santana to take a few photos of her in some of the less risqué outfits and the Latina sent them to Puck and Sam as a teaser.
Santana laughed, "Hey, Rach, check this out." Rachel adjusted the strap of bra the other girl currently had her trying on and took the phone.
You're a fucking bitch
From: Puckzilla
Yes, yes, and HELL YES :DDD
From: Trouty Mouth
"Why the hell is Sam under 'Trouty Mouth'?" Rachel asked, looking at her friend.
"'Cause I thought it was funny."
"He does not have a 'trouty mouth,'" Rachel said, glaring.
"Whatevs. I like this one, it makes your tits look huge. Hey, how about we get Chinese for lunch? There's this boss place in the food court."
Rolling her eyes and smiling, Rachel agreed and they took their purchases to the checkout and headed to the food court. Santana waited until they were sitting down with their food before she started her questioning. Though Rachel had told her about her and the guys four days ago, the pair had been too busy to actually discuss the relationship and she could tell that Rachel was apprehensive about something.
"So spill, B," Santana said, scooping some rice onto her fork. Rachel shot her a curious look and Santana rolled her eyes. "You're totally freaking out about something; you might as well tell me what it is."
The small diva sighed and fiddled with her noodles. "I don't know, San. I'm kind of a little nervous."
"What about?"
"The guys. I mean, I know this whole thing was their idea and I'm okay with dating them both at the same time because of it, because I care about them both equally, which is why the choice between the two of them was so difficult to make. But now I'm just not sure if any of this was a good idea."
Santana stared at her, dumbfounded. "Why?"
"Because," Rachel sighed, fiddling with her napkin. "Because they're very into touching and I'm just not sure if I'm comfortable with it-"
Santana cut her off before she could spout anymore crazy. "Rach, listen, you have the two hottest guys in school at your beck and call. They worked through their difference to find a solution that works best for you because they want you to be happy. With the one brain cell between them, they realized that constantly fighting over you was upsetting you and they fixed it! B, these guys really care about you, do you honestly think that they would pressure you into doing something you're not ready for? You're crazier than I thought. You need to just talk to them about this; they would do anything for you."
Rachel stared at her for a moment before a huge smile broke over her face. "You're right, you're right, of course you're right. I'm being silly. Thanks, San." The heavy feeling in the pit of her stomach easing, she began to eat in earnest and the conversation took a lighter turn.
Once they dumped their trash, they continued walking around, mostly window shopping, until late in the afternoon when Santana's phone began ringing.
"Oh, shit, B, look who it is!" she giggled, showing the smaller girl the name on the caller id before answering the call and putting it on speakerphone. "What up, Hummel?"
"OH. MY. GOD." The clear soprano burst out of the speaker. "Seriously, where are you? We have looked all over this mall ten times. Are you even really with Rachel right now? Where are you?"
The girls fought off laughter. "We're at the mall, where are you?" Santana asked somewhat sarcastically.
"At the mall!" The snickers started then. "Why are you laughing," Kurt demanded.
"Nothing, gotta go, smooches, dear!" Santana chirped in her sweetest voice before ending the call. The pair quickly found a bench to collapse on, laughing hysterically. It took several minutes before they were able to catch their breath, mostly because every time they thought they calmed down, they would look at each other and another fit of laughter would overtake them.
"Oh, Santana, thank you so much, I needed that," Rachel giggled, finally managing to stand and helping the Latina up. "Come on, I want to look at Hot Topic for a shirt for Noah."
They stayed as late as they could, intent on hiding from their fellow gleeks as long as possible. Santana insisted they stop for takeaway before heading to Rachel's house. Once they pulled into her drive, Rachel glanced around furtively, searching for any sign of an ambush.
"I think we're clear," she told Santana, grabbing her bags while the other girl grabbed the food. They darted into the house, giggling madly as Rachel flicked the lock closed behind them. Gregory and Jake stared at them from their place in their couch before rolling their eyes back to the television.
"You girls have fun?" Jake called as they made their way to the dining area.
"Yes, Daddy! And I got a new battery for my phone, so now you don't have to worry when I don't answer."
Jake suddenly appeared in the doorway. "Well, that's definitely good news. And it explains why you didn't answer when your dad called you."
Rachel sighed. "Why didn't you call Santana's phone? That's why I left the number."
Jake grinned. "It wasn't anything important; you just had a few friends that stopped by."
Rachel's head shot up from her salad. "Who was it?"
"Kurt stopped by a couple of times, as well as the little Goth girl, Tina? Oh, and some blonde girl I can't ever remember meeting."
"Quinn," the girls supplied together before breaking out in giggles again. "Did they say what they wanted?" Rachel asked.
Her daddy shrugged. "No, just said they were looking for you. I told them you were at the mall with Santana. Imagine my surprise when they told me they had looked for you everywhere at the mall." One black eyebrow rose. "Care to elaborate?"
Rachel rolled her eyes. "We went to the big mall, Daddy."
"Oh-kay," he replied, drawing out the first half of the word. "Well, I'm going to finish this movie with your dad." He walked over and kissed Rachel on head and ruffled Santana's hair before retreating back to his husband.
"Irritating!" Santana called after him. They heard him chuckle. The conversation remained light as the girls finished their meal and Rachel told her dads that they were going up to her room. They rushed up the stairs and Rachel dumped her bags on the floor by her bed. She dug around until she found her new battery and set about replacing it as Santana stretched out on her bed, Rachel settling next to her and leaning against the headboard.
"Ninety eight messages, really?" Rachel sighed, scrolling down her phone. "And sixteen voicemails."
"Wow, B, you're pretty popular," Santana laughed. Rachel smacked her leg.
"It's not funny. Well, it looks like forty of them are alerts from MySpace and Facebook, eighteen from Kurt yelling at me, six are from Tina asking where we are and if she can borrow one of my skirts, three from Quinn asking for help in History, which I know for a fact she is passing with an A and the rest are from Noah and Sam." Rachel burst into giggles and showed Santana the messages from her boyfriends. They were full of dirty suggestions and sexts. However, the last one from Sam made her frown.
Sorry, won't be back until late :( Miss you and see you tomorrow!
From: *Evanberry*
"Aw, that sucks, babe," Santana said.
Rachel tried to grin. "It's okay, I guessed as much." She quickly sent a text to her other boyfriend asking if Sam had text him too before groaning aloud. "I don't wanna listen to these messages," she moaned, flopping back on her bed. Santana wiggled closer, one arm flinging across the smaller girls abdomen and pulling her flush to her body as she nuzzled her neck. (Santana was always trying to get her to swing to the other side.)
"So don't listen to them," Santana murmured.
"But it could be something important," Rachel whinged just as her phone pinged. She opened the message.
Yeah. Did your phone die again?
From: *Puckleberry*
To: *Puckleberry*
Yes, but I purchased another one while Santana and I were at the mall, so hopefully it will no longer be a common occurrence. I missed you guys today :(
She placed her phone on the bedside table, giggling as Santana pressed small kisses to her neck. Her phone pinged again and Santana groaned as she moved away to check her message again.
A simple 'yes' would have done the trick, babe. Want me to come over?
From: *Puckleberry*
To: *Puckleberry*
No, Santana is keeping me company right now, but thank you :)
Rachel chuckled as she sent the message, knowing it would drive Noah crazy, before turning back to her best friend.
"We spent all day talking about me, how are things going with you?" She knew it was a hard subject for the former Cheerio but she also needed to talk about it.
Santana pulled away, settling on the other side of the bed. "It's fine, Berry." Rachel just sat there, waiting for her to continue. Her phone pinged but she ignored it, intent on the other girl. Santana sighed.
"It's easier some days, watching her with Artie. I don't hate him or anything, but I think I made it sound that way when I talked to her the other. I mean, come on, you know how I am with emotions; I'm crap with them. And it hurt when she rejected me, ya know." She sighed, biting her lip. Rachel scooted closer, placing her hand on the other girls back and making soothing motion as her phone pinged again. She ignored it, focusing on Santana as the girl leaned over and put her head on Rachel's shoulder. "It just hurts or whatever, you know?"
A few minutes passed before Santana started nuzzling Rachel's neck again, lightly pushing her back until she was lying down with the Latina over her, kissing her way up. Since she was used to such things with the other girl, and she knew Santana needed an outlet after her emotional outpouring, Rachel allowed the kisses, even kissing her back once Santana finally made it to her lips. Her phone pinged again and Santana carded her fingers through Rachel's hair, intent on keeping her close.
"San," she gasped before Santana's mouth covered hers again. She ignored the plea, her free hand lacing fingers with Rachel's. She gave in, like always, because Santana was really bad with emotions.
Several minutes passed and once more her phone pinged. Rachel forced the other girl back and told her, "Santana, I need to check my phone." She sighed, but rolled off, allowing Rachel to grab her phone. All four were messages from Noah.
Satan? No good can be happening… or much good could be ;)
From: *Puckleberry*
It was a joke, I'm sorry :(
From: *Puckleberry*
Is something wrong? I'm on my way
From: *Puckleberry*
The last one was a picture, obviously taken outside her bedroom window. It was clearly Santana on top of her, their lips locked together, with the word HOT underneath.
"Noah's outside my room," Rachel giggled, showing Santana the picture. Santana laughed and threw a glance at the window before tugging Rachel over until the smaller girl was straddling her, pulling her down for another kiss while on hand trailed up to her breast.
"Hey, hey, now," Noah said, sliding silently into the room. "Back up off my girlfriend, Lopez."
Rachel's cheeks flamed and she moved off Santana, who sat up with a smirk. "You didn't seem to mind a second ago," she retorted.
Noah shrugged. "That was just kissing. Trying to round to second is a whole different story."
Santana laughed and stood up. "Whatevs, bro. I'm gonna head home, B, I'll text you later."
"Let me walk you down," Rachel said, standing as well. Santana shrugged. "I'll be right back, Noah." She watched as he settled on her bed with a smirk and she rolled her eyes as she followed Santana down.
"Heading home, Santana?" Gregory called.
"Yes, sir, it's almost my curfew." Santana leaned into the living room. "Good night, Daddies Berry."
"Good night, Santana," they chorused back.
Rachel walked her out onto the porch, closing her door behind her. "Thanks so much for today, San, I really needed it."
"Can't go long without my sweet lady kisses, huh," Santana said with a smirk.
"Sure, sure. Be safe on your way home, okay?"
"Just gotta watch for the flying slushees, B," Santana replied with a wink. Rachel frowned.
"I still can't believe they did that," Rachel murmured.
"No sweat, I gots my ways of getting by pound of flesh." The look on Santana's face was so devious that Rachel almost felt back for Quinn, Kurt and Tina.
"I'm sure you do, and I don't want to know about them." She stood on her tip toes and kissed the taller girls cheek. "Good night."
"'Night, Rach." Santana gave her a mock salute as she bounded off the steps and walked to her car. Rachel watched her drive away before she reentered the house, locking the door behind her. She went to the living room where her fathers were turning off everything.
"Was the movie good?" she asked.
"It was very funny, though it could have been a little less sad. I suppose the ratio was-"
"Yes, sweetie, it was cute," Jake said, cutting his husband off before he could dissect the movie. They each pressed a kiss to her cheek as they walked past. "Good night, pumpkin."
"Good night, Dad, Daddy." She watched them walk upstairs before checking all of the windows and doors on the bottom story. Satisfied they were all locked tight; she went upstairs and quickly opened her door to find Noah had moved to the edge of her bed and was currently holding up a little scrap of white lace boy shorts.
Her face burning once again, she snatched the knickers back from him. Noah glared at her for a moment before his smirk returned and he pulled her closer. "Aw, come on, don't be like that, babe." He pulled her down so she was straddling him, pressing kisses to her jaw as soon as she was within reach. "I think you'll look so hot in those," he murmured. "All sexy and virginal."
Rachel tried to pull away, but he only held her closer. "Noah, you and I both know that I haven't been a virgin since sleep-away camp in seventh grade."
Puck chuckled, content to just hold her to him. "Best spring break ever, baby." Rachel laughed and pushed him back so they were lying down.
"Did Sam tell you what time he was getting home?"
"Yeah, around eleven or so. I called him when I was on my way over here."
Rachel sighed. "He's going to be too tired to come over, then."
"We could always go see him," Noah offered.
"No, he needs his rest, just like we do. It's school tomorrow, remember?"
"Of course. Now go to sleep."
Rachel snuggled to his chest. "I need to put my new clothes away," she yawned.
"Tomorrow, Rach."
"Stay with me until I fall asleep?" Her eyes were already closed.
"Sure thing, babe." He kissed her forehead as her breathing evened out. His phone started buzzing then and he checked the name on the text before opening it.
Is she asleep?
From: Nike
To: Nike
Yeah, just fell asleep. U like the pic?
Carefully, he slid his arm from under her and pulled his shoes on before spotting her shopping bags. His phone buzzed again.
Yeah, that was HOT. Missed u guys today, my fam sucks. Give her a kiss 4 me?
From: Nike
To: Nike
k. ill pick u up at 7 2morrow. Get some sleep!
Will do, ttfn
From: Nike
Puck rolled his eyes as he climbed out the window, dropping easily to the ground. Tomorrow was the big day.
A/N: I'm sorry this took so long, but the kids at the house I'm staying at broke my damn flashdrive (which has MY LIFE on it :() and I was halfway through with this chapter when it happened. Needless to say, I've been depressed since then and haven't wanted to write. But, here it is and I hope you enjoyed it :) Though, honestly, I have no idea where it came from…
Also, I smell a oneshot brewing from this… Hmmm…
Either way, be on the lookout for Revenge Shuffle, which will be a small side story on how Santana will be getting revenge on the three who slusheed her! I'm almost done with the first chapter, so it will be posted soon!
Next chapter: The trio faces their decision at school