The smaller girl was still as Santana basically assaulted her mouth before she seemed to come back to her senses, pushing the cheerleader back roughly.

"What?-" the diva tried to get out but the taller girl was having none of it, one hand cupping Rachel's jaw and another firmly grasping her hip, pulling her into the taller girl's hold as her lips descended once more.

Santana took advantage of Rachel's open mouth with her dexterous tongue, eager to coerce the smaller girl into simply going along with her. Rachel, it seemed, was not getting the message and with an even more forceful shove sent the Latina backwards into the guest bed.

"What was that?" the smaller brunette snapped out, confusion and anger apparent in her voice. Santana however was ignorant, too busy wallowing in the sting of rejection she felt. God, not only did Brittany not want her but even Rachel Berry, the girl with a dick, a freak of nature didn't want her either. Was she that worthless?

"Santana?" her name fell softly from Rachel's lips and the Latina looked up to see the smaller brunette looking down at her with soft brown eyes, an apologetic look on her face.

"I'm sorry," the diva murmured hesitantly, reaching forward to cup Santana's face, brushing her thumbs across her cheeks wipe away the tears that Santana hadn't realised had fallen. "I was just taken by surprise that's all, don't cry."

Her words were said with such kindness, such kindness that Santana knew she didn't deserve that she couldn't help but cry, the tears heavy in her eyes.

"You don't want me." She managed to mumble, trying to avert her eyes from Rachel's, "Brittany doesn't want me," at this she couldn't help but release a soft sob, Rachel's hands tightening minutely on her face as the diva tried to catch her gaze. Santana's eyes flitted back to Rachel's, "why don't you want me?"

The diva's breath caught as the cheerleader pushed herself up, closer to the smaller girl. "Am I not attractive to you?" the words had a slightly bitter desperation to them, "Why? I just want to forget. Why won't you help me forget?"

Rachel's brow furrowed at Santana's questions, this probably had something to do with Brittany. Judging from the almost desperate way the Latina was pressing herself against Rachel she concluded it most definitely had something to do with the blue-eyed blonde.

"I can't." she murmured softly, smiling sadly at the heartbroken girl below her, "Of course you're attractive Santana, don't be ridiculous. But I can't help you hurt yourself." She pulled back, "you're hurting right now but sleeping with me won't make you feel any better." The Latina tried to argue, shaking her head but the smaller girl halted her movements, smiling wryly "Trust me. If you're still gung-ho about sleeping with me tomorrow, when you're sober and thinking straight then we can talk again." She spoke with an air of wisdom, "the idea of sex with me won't be at all appealing in the morning."

She laid a kiss on Santana's forehead before moving towards the door, picking up the clothes she'd dropped in the doorway and placing them on top the set of drawers. "Good night Santana." She called softly as she shut the bedroom door. Santana fell back on the bed with a soft thump.

Meanwhile on the other side of her own bedroom door Rachel released a soft groan, her body cursing her girlish sentimentalities as she willed away her raging hard-on. The mere thought of the lean firm body of the Latina caused her erection to pulse, provoked even more by the memory of the feel of the taller brunette so willingly pressed up against Rachel's body – no, the diva willed herself firmly. She'd said no to the cheerleader for a reason. Red-rimmed mocha orbs came to mind as Rachel bit her cheek, sighing as she eyed her bedside drawer which contained her favourite fragrance free lotion.

It was just going to have to be her hand and her tonight.