A week later
"So, let me get this straight, you actually like her?" An incredulous Quinn's eyes widened in the webcam. Santana could have just gone to the former cheerleader's house, but she had work to complete.
"I totally told you so, Sanny." Brittany smile illuminated her screen.
"What can I say she kinda grows on you, in a good way and let's all just be clear she's kinda banging." After the mini interviews with Ms. Jenkins she'd become less afraid of admitting out loud that she was at the very least attracted to the other woman.
"Oh my god!" Quinn dropped her head into her palm.
"You told me to give her a chance..." Santana muttered frowning.
"To help you, not to jump her bones again..."
"Jump her bones? Who the fuck even says that anymore, Q."
"What's Sanny gonna do with Rachy's bones? Don't hurt her San, that's not how you get someone to like you." The taller blonde chastised.
"You know what I mean, " The former HBIC rolled her hazel eyes, "maybe this is just like some hero worship thing, like misplaced affections."
"Did you lose your 'ffections, San? Q, Sanny has liked Rachy since we first saw her on stage in New York. Remember Sanny, we went and sat waaaaaay in the back and you said she was beautiful." Brittany giggled at Santana's reddening face.
"Filter , Britts."
"What? It's true, so what are you gonna do about it?" The blonde shrugged on her screen.
"Yea, you know Smurfette's gonna need wooing, grand gestures and the like. "
"Come on Q, we're all to old for the names..."
"Hey, you want her body, not me..."
"Doesn't mean you have to be rude, Quinn." Brittany pouted.
"Fine whatever, what's the grand scheme to get Berry to fall for your ass." Quinn arched an eyebrow mischievously.
"Wait, wait, wait Jew babe, your telling me not only did you and Satan do the horizontal mambo, but you're pretending to be engaged so she can keep mini Satan...?" Noah Puckerman said lasciviously.
"Noah, I would appreciate if you would try to keep your mind as PG as possible. Can we have an adult conversation here?" Rachel sighed exasperated.
"Babe, you can't tell me juicy info like that and expect my mind to not go gutter on you." His dark eyes twinkled.
"What am I suppose to do, Noah? I mean she's really such a sweetheart..."
"Satan!" Kurt finally spoke up.
"Nice of you to join the conversation, Hummel, thought that you were broken." Noah laughed sipping on his iced tea.
"Puckerman, I'll have you know that I sensed sexual tension between Rach and Satan back at McKinley, but yes the thought of Santana 'freakin' Lopez as a quote-unquote 'sweetheart' is a tadbit unnerving.
"What sexual tension?" Rachel's brow wrinkled. Out of the entire Glee club she'd felt closest with Noah and Kurt, and the three had maintained a friendship, Noah because his mother all but demanded it and Kurt because their aspirations were so similar.
"Oh yeah, definitely sexual tension." Noah licked his lips and waggled his eyebrows.
"I swear you two are absolutely no help!" Rachel yelled. "What am I suppose to do? This is all pretend for her and any feelings I might be developing need to stop right now."
"Babe, you're talking to the wrong one if you want to know about feelings..."
"And I don't understand women, much less lesbians, much much less Satan..."
Rachel gritted her teeth, the two men were wearing on her nerves and it was taking everything in her not to snap. She took in a deep breath and then took a gulp of her lemonade.
"Could you at least stop calling her Satan?"
"Uh...no..." They both answered in unison.
"You know, I think I'm going home, calling you two was the completely wrong decision. I'm just going to have to get over it, take what I can get now and then forget about it..." She started to rise, wanting to storm off from the men, but refusing to let them make her cause a scene.
As she turned to leave and muscular hand gently gripped her elbow and she looked into Noah's concerned face. "That's right, babes, live in the moment cuz that's pretty much all you're gonna get..."
Oh...Next Chap will make you smile...
Ink