Accidentally In Love
Chapter 5 (or Wake Me Up Before You Go Go)
A/N: I'd really like to thank everyone that's been reading and reviewing, putting alerts and all that. It's really encouraging. I'm not very quick at writing anything, but I'm really trying. Honest. Now, for a little background on this fic: yes, it's part of my Accidentally In Love series, but I've used a prompt from the Santana Lopez Drabble Meme by cookiemonsters for this chapter.
"Santana, wake up. I'm not Brittany."
"And I'm not Finn!"
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This, to be perfectly honest, wasn't the first time Santana Lopez had found herself waking up next to Rachel Berry. It had happened before during sleepovers, or when the New Directions decided to have a glee club-only party. However, this is the first time she'd found herself in Rachel's bed without any sort of inebriation playing part, and it was definitely the first time without any of the other girls in the room.
She quickly took stock of the situation. They were both reasonably clothed - too bad - Rachel in a set of flannel pajamas, with herself dressed in only her black lacy panties with a matching camisole. The girls were snuggled facing one another, Rachel's face buried in her neck. It wasn't for long, as Santana shifted, moving the smaller girl's face square into her chest Her mouth fell into a lopsided smirk as Rachel simply clutched her arms more tightly around Santana's waist, face squishing against one of her boobs. The left one. That snippet was important - the left boob was her favorite.
Santana lightly scratched a black, glossy fingernail against the diva's free cheek. "Ber... Rachel? Rachel, honey, are you awake?"
Nothing. She pressed a kiss to the other girl's forehead, playing with a strand of hair that had fallen across Rachel's neck.
'How the fuck did it come to this?' she thought to herself.
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"I guess he didn't think that just because I'm paralyzed below the waist, doesn't mean that I couldn't feel anything." Quinn shrugs, as Brittany drops into her lap and lays her head on the girl's shoulder.
"That's gross, Quinn."
"Like seriously," Santana gagged behind the two as she pushed the newly combined weight of the two girls in Quinn's wheelchair. "I can't believe Teen Jesus just tried to rub one off on you while 'helping' with your physical therapy."
"No kidding. He's cute, but I had to tell him not to come-" her speech paused, which gave Santana a natural opening.
"Yeah, the last thing we need is another Finn Hudson on our hands."
Brittany lifted her arm up for a high five, and the two girlfriends snickered at one another. But clearly, it wasn't quite what Quinn was going for. They stopped heckling the chair bound girl as soon as they spied Rachel waiting in between Brittany and Santana's lockers.
She waved the three over, "Hey girlfriends!"
"Fool of a Took," Santana muttered under her breath. Quinn tried her best to pretend not to hear.
"I have wonderful news for you girls."
Brittany cocked her head at the diva, coming in first with a response. "Did it finally start raining jelly beans? Because that's what I wished for on my birthday and it still hasn't come true, and it's been like, 4 months now."
"Uh..."
"Or did you do us all a favor and murder Finn in his sleep, so we don't have to watch you two embarrassingly moon over each other in glee?"
"Santana, I would never do such a thing. As you know, I'm completely vegan and Finn-"
She was quickly cut off as Quinn slammed a fist into Santana's bare thigh. "Did you need something, Rachel?"
"Yes. Before I was so rudely interrupted..." she turned towards the darker-haired member of the trio. "I've come to give you three a wonderful opportunity. With the school year coming to an end, I think it's time for a makeover. I know that, while everyone's approval of my wardrobe has gone up this year, sometimes it still has something left to be desired. Especially considering I'll be going to New York once we graduate. So, I've decided to give myself to you."
Santana coughed. It wasn't unreasonable that her mind would immediately turn towards 'orgy', instead of 'shopping spree', but that's what happens when you've spent too much time hanging around Puck.
Brittany shook her head. "Can't, I have physical therapy." She straightened on Quinn's lap, who in turn gripped onto Brittany's hips as the cheerleader begun rolling them away.
"And, uh, I have motocross practice. Gotta go Bye." Quinn threw a smile at the girls, only to be replaced by a flip of blonde hair as she helped guide Brittany towards one of the school's handicap ramps.
'Lying bitches,' Santana grumbled to no one in particular, as she was left alone, Rachel's hands clasped in front of her as her eyes bore a hole into Santana's skull.
"Please? I wanted more of a girl's touch than Kurt has to offer. And, honestly, you've seen how Mercedes dresses."
Okay, that cracked Santana up. The cheerleader laughed as she imagined Rachel trying to fit into Mercedes' god awful wardrobe. "Fine, but you're buying me something to eat later. What kind of capital are we working with, here?"
Rachel simply smiled, and took the other girl's hand, pulling her towards the parking lot.
So, with a $3,500 limit placed on Rachel's American Express gold card by the fathers Berry, Santana found herself at the mall, giant pretzel in hand, picking out a new wardrobe for Rachel in the usual suspects: Hollister, Abercrombie & Fitch, Forever 21...
It had taken Santana 15 minutes and a bowl of Dippin' Dots to convince Rachel to take a detour into Victoria's Secret.
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The pair crashed threw Rachel's front door, tossing their shopping bags onto the floor as they tiredly dropped down onto the couch. Santana tipped herself sideways, letting her hair fall over the armrest as she propped her feet over Rachel's thighs.
"You know, today definitely did not suck."
Rachel hands pulled against a pair of shoelaces, as a grin crept over her features. She worked steadily, first undoing the laces, then the shoes, and finally pulling away Santana's socks to reveal her recently pedicured feet. Her toenails had been painted black, to match the polish used on her hands. Eyes still cast downward, she noticed the small peace sign tattooed just below the other brunette's left ankle. "Thank you. I really enjoyed spending the afternoon with you."
Santana wiggled her toes in response. The girls were silent, but the lull in conversation was oddly comfortable and Santana hadn't thought to break the few minutes' peace by talking. She rolled Rachel's left hand between her feet, slowly kneading the palms with the balls of her feet, pinching her fingers in between her toes. Very... improper thoughts raced through her mind. True, she didn't have many girl friends, so her experience was limited, but she'd never have expected Kurt or Mercedes to use their feet to play with her like this. It was so... sensual, she idly wondered if Santana had done this with Brittany. The odds seemed to point to yes. The realization caused another thought to pierce her brain, 'Oh god, what if they did this as foreplay.'
Rachel swallowed, finally turning towards the Cheerio. She smiled at the scene unfolding before her. Santana's eyes were shut, the creases that normally adorned the hispanic girl's features from her perpetual were gone. Slowly, she reversed the situation, thumbs pressing into the slightly damp soles. Her fingers traced over the padding of the other's toes, then gently pulling each digit. Though Santana never opened her eyes, a smile now danced across her lips. It was gratifying.
"You know, I kind of have a toddler crush on you."
Rachel found herself startled, but her fingers never stilled, and Santana still hadn't opened her eyes. "Toddler crush?"
"It's like... four years old."
"Wait." Rachel had been having fun with their, well, not foreplay because foreplay was a prelude to sex and that was not in the cards, for either of them. "But you've been so mean over the past four years. You, Brittany and Quinn used to make me cry."
"Yeah, and I've also been a horribly-in-denial, angry lesbian." Lesbian. She said lesbian. Not bisexual, leaving out the possibility of-
"But - but the nicknames. Man Hands! And Treasure Trail..."
"I'm sorry, but that was all Quinn."
"And the slushies..."
"Like I said: all Quinn. Think about it daddy's girl, I'm pretty fucking mean - 'cuz that's how I roll - but have you ever received a facial from me? The slushie kind, I mean." Santana shot up from the armrest, hooking Rachel's hands between her feet to help balance herself. "Okay, honey? Let's get this straight - or... you know, whatever. Despite having a disproportionately larger nose and a tendency to run your mouth long after you should stop, you are pretty fucking hot, okay? I've seen what you've been hiding under all that argyle and knee highs. You're pretty - yes, you are so fucking pretty - and your legs are toned, and pretty damn long in proportion to the rest of your tight little body...
"Not to mention, you've been flirting with me this whole time."
Rachel had turned beet red during the conversation and Santana's last sentence had caused her to sputter. "I most certainly have not!"
"Uh, yeah? The grazes at the mall? Prancing around in front of me in your underwear?"
"You made me buy lingerie and model it for you! And, I'll have you know, friends do in fact touch one another every once in a while. It's a gesture of affection. It helps to let others know you care."
"Then what the hell are your hands doing?" Santana's head tipped to the side, as she stared at the girl blushing before her.
Truthfully, Rachel hadn't a clue. She spared a glance to her traitorous hands. Her left hand, well, it had a mind of its own, thumb still pressing deep, lazy circles into the bottom of Santana's right foot. Her right, however, was possibly the biggest betrayal of all with her fingers laced between the darker, contrasting toes. It felt so horribly intimate, but she realized Santana didn't seem to mind. And neither did she. In fact, Rachel decided the liked it - very much so. Neither girl made any sort of effort to move.
"I don't know," Rachel replied, looking back down to their entwined hands and feet. The words were soft, so soft that Santana had to strain in order to hear them. Were those tears?
"Rachel. Hey," Santana lifted her somewhat-free foot, pulling on the girl's chin to force Rachel to look at her. "Rachel, it's okay. I'm just - I'm just teasing you, alright? Don't worry about it. It's what I do."
Rachel turned and pressed a kiss to the girl's ankle, lips stilling against that little peace tattoo. "I like when you call me that."
"It's your name."
"You never call me by it."
"I know. But I will. Promise."
"You really shouldn't make promises you can't keep, Santana."
"Rachel, I swear to God that, before we graduate, we are going to become the sort of friends you've always wished we could be. You were right the other day: we've wasted too much time at each other's throats and, even though we're kind of becoming gal pals, I've been holding back. Just like I do with everyone else. So, you can believe that this is one promise I aim to keep." It's childish, they both know, but Santana draws a cross on top of her left breast and Rachel thinks she's never looked so earnest.
"Would you like to stay for a sleepover tonight? It's never been just us before."
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Santana stares down at the girl in her arms and thinks she's never been more beautiful. Rachel's hair is splayed behind her, soft, shiny as it drapes over the pillow she'd abandoned during the night. Rachel's plump lips are a soft, kissable pink from nothing more than Rosebud Strawberry Lip Salve. She crooked a finger under Rachel's chin, tipping the girl's mouth closer to her own, for easier access, she supposed. Suddenly, her tongue was darting out, flicking against the curve of Rachel's lips. This shouldn't be happening, but Santana was finding immense difficulty in trying to stop herself. Her tongue probed further and Rachel groaned into her mouth. After a minute, maybe five, Rachel began suckling on Santana's tongue and, shit, this really should not be happening.
She was content to engage in their lazy, semi-consensual make out session for the rest of the morning, although it was giving Santana some serious lady wood. Whenever she found herself back at home, her Rabbit would be in for a serious, battery draining workout.
All thought was lost as Rachel's hands begun to slither across Santana's backside, fingers stealing their way into the boy shorts she wore. Goodness, she wondered if it were possible to come without Rachel even touching her freshly waxed pussy, it was such a turn on. She was starting to get very wet, she knew. Santana also knew that, if this continued, there was the very real possibility of leaving a big ol' wet spot on Rachel's bed sheets, and for Rachel to find out she was a squirter.
"Wait," came Rachel's voice, whispering into her chin. She didn't sound particularly sleepy. Oh, that little faker.
"Santana, wake up. I'm not Brittany."
Shit, hold up. She thinks I'm the one sleep kissing? That's... interesting.
She peered into Rachel's eyes, finding them dark, unsure. The words took on a different meaning than she'd initially thought, like the didn't want this. But that glassy look in Rachel's eyes, and the last half an hour, said differently.
"And I'm not Finn!" she spoke forcefully, cupping the girl's cheek as she brought their eyes level. Santana searched her eyes, drawing her thumb against the other girl's lower lip. She wanted... needed to make sure Rachel, under no certain terms, misunderstood the desire between them.
"I know."
Another A/N: I know this seems awfully similar to my other fic, And Everything Nice but... well, okay, I have no excuse on that one. I came across the prompt six months late and I liked it, okay? And I was convinced to simply write another, instead of altering what I already had. Please review if you like it. Or even if you don't like it - I can use all forms of criticism to try and become better.