A/N: To those who review: you inspire me.
Chapter 7:
She woke the next morning alone. She could hear the constant hum of the shower in the bathroom; the door open, steam filtering in slowly and misting the room. She snatched the clock next to the bed, noting that it was nearly seven. She remembered Santana mentioning her parents now imminent arrival, so she jumped out of the bed, running over to the vanity in the corner of the room. She pulled her bed flattened hair into a messy pony tail, stealing one of the bands on Santana's desk. She rubbed her face and checked her breath just in time to catch Santana coming from the bathroom; clad in only a sports bra and loose fitting jeans. She handed her towels and went about her room, straightening the mess they'd made the previous night.
She closed the door behind her when she went to the bathroom, turning the shower back on and adjusting the settings. She undressed, folding the borrowed clothes on the closed toilet seat, letting down her hair before stepping into the warm, welcoming shower. She stood under the water, letting her hair get wet enough to detangle itself. She didn't know what to think, or even, how to feel. She'd just had her first sexual experience with someone who'd made her life hell for the past six years. She closed her eyes, rubbing her face as the water cascaded down her body. She felt insecure, embarrassed, and intrigued all at the same time. She couldn't deny how gorgeous the girl in the next room was, or that she oozed sex appeal. But the night before honestly grabbed her by surprise, and for once she didn't try to control anything. Her body felt like liquid electricity when Santana touched her… and that was better than the dull twinge she usually felt when she engaged in intimate activity.
She'd never felt anything mentionable with any of the boys she'd dated. Finn grabbed when he should have caressed, he groped when he should have tugged, and his kisses left passion to her imagination. Jesse was aggressive, possessive and overcompensating. His boastful delusions of grandeur turned her off before his sloppy, predictable kisses ever could. Noah had potential, but Noah scared her. He tried things she wasn't ready for and had a way of getting her to budge on many of her own rules all too easily. While she was curious with him, it was never good enough to make her want more or go further. Kissing Bella had been exhilarating only because it was something different. That unfamiliar spark of attraction only guided her way to the enlightenment of her bisexuality. She wasn't about to admit anything else. But being with Santana was…different. Santana made her wet. She cringed at the word in her head. She made her want to be touched and ache to move forward. It was terrifying; but it was also alluring. She was honestly starting to think she was a lesbian.
She washed quickly, trying her best to keep her mind off how Santana would blow her off when she dropped her home. She kept trying to assuage her fears about the brush off, telling herself that Santana had shared her first time with her, albeit an unconventional deflowering. She knew the girl would probably never admit that it had meant anything to her; or that it ever happened, period. And she didn't expect a sappy, romantic ending to their tryst. But she wouldn't mind continuing their little…experiment. She wanted to feel something, anything; she needed to know what sex felt like—what passion was. She'd ended the naïve feelings of romantic entitlement with Finn; now she only wanted the mutual respect of a proper sexual partner. She shook her head as she turned down the spray. She didn't think Santana Lopez would agree to be her friend with benefits. Her mind was telling her that Santana would probably disagree with the friendship more than with the sexual relationship. She doubted the Cheerio would even talk to her after she took her home, let alone have sex with her. She pulled her towel around her, noting how often she became other people's dirty little secret. She needed it to be on her terms for once.
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"I washed your clothes. Club soda and vinegar got out a lot of that syrup so you can wear them home."
She was fully dressed now, sitting at her vanity applying makeup. She was as nonchalant as she usually was. Rachel grabbed her seemingly spotless clothes from the now made bed, taking them toward the bathroom.
"You can get dressed in here. It's not like I didn't see you naked already."
Santana couldn't see the blush on her cheeks. She dressed quickly; pulling her damp hair back into a ponytail, sitting on her bed and watching the girl apply lip gloss to her plump, full lips.
"Did you sleep at all?"
Santana rolled her eyes, half looking at her in the mirror, half paying too much attention to the last of her makeup.
"Well I woke up around five, realized that I had to clean that wet spot you left on the floor."
She stood up, wiping imaginary lint from her now clean jeans.
"Sorry. That's never happened before—"
"It's cool. My parents are going to be home soon. You can stay for breakfast if you like."
She hadn't expected that. She stood there, at a loss for words.
"I'm not being nice or anything like that; trust. But if I'm not here when my parents get home they'll think I stayed out all night. And if they find out I was rude to a houseguest, well—my mother might pop me. So, Berry, are you staying for breakfast?"
She shifted her weight, nodding at the fresh faced girl sitting at the vanity.
"Cool then."
"Santana, can we talk about last night?"
"What's to talk about, troll?"
"While I do not appreciate the name calling you've just reassured me that it is simply a defense mechanism for when you have nothing else to say—"
"Whatever—"
"I just wanted to know where we stood after the events of last night."
"It was fun, Berry. You gave me a blowjob and I went down on you. As long as we keep this between the two of us, I see nothing we have left to discuss."
"I'm glad you said that, Santana, I was wondering if maybe you'd like to—"
"Please tell me you're not asking me to be your girlfriend, Stubbles."
Rachel frowned.
"Actually I was wondering if we could continue with this… whatever this is."
Santana opened her mouth to speak, closing it back when she realized she had no quirky rebuke. She was about to answer when her door opened, her mother poking her head inside.
"Ana we wanted to know what— Oh hello. How are you?"
The beautiful woman stared between Rachel and Santana, stepping into the room and taking Rachel's hand.
"Ma, this is Rachel Berry, from glee. Rachel, this is my mother Helen. Rachel stayed the night last night, she's staying for breakfast."
She shook Helen's hand.
"Well that's fine; it's a rare occasion Ana has anyone other than Brittany stay over. I was coming to ask Ana what she wanted for breakfast, but since you are our guest, what would you like?"
"Oh I couldn't impose, I'm a vegan, I can just eat toast and – "
"We can all have banana porridge. It's Ana's favorite, she fries her bananas and it crunches!"
They filed out of the room, Helen leading Rachel to the kitchen, too intent on asking her how she prepares her food.
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They left right after breakfast, sitting in the car for a moment before Santana pulled out of her driveway.
"So you want to be fuck buddies?"
"Do you have to be so vulgar?"
Santana shrugged.
"So how would this work?"
"Well, I'd imagine that everything at school stays the same. Well, you could quit calling me names and trying to embarrass me in the hallways."
"Look dwarf, it's in my nature to look down from the top. Get over it, it doesn't bother you that much."
Rachel rolled her eyes.
"Anyway- I guess we could satisfy each others' needs. I'm sure you have pent up sexual frustrations with no one knowing that you are a hermaphrodite—"
Santana got serious.
"Rule one of we do this, Berry—never call me that. Under no circumstance will you get another warning from me. And Berry—I hit like a dude; so don't try me."
Rachel gulped.
"Very well then. What's the appropriate term?"
"The politically correct term is intersexed. And that term needs not be spoken aloud again."
"Alright. Well. We can just meet up when we are…in the mood."
Santana laughed.
"In the mood? Whatever. So what's off limits?"
"Well what we did last night is allowed. I can't say that I'll be ready for actual penetration anytime soon, but; if it happens I won't be opposed to the idea. What are your terms?"
"We can play it by ear on my end."
Rachel nodded.
"Well, may I ask what all you have done? With anyone I guess?"
"Well, I've given hand jobs, blow jobs, and I've messed around with Brittany but that's about it."
"So, are you open to penetration?"
"Been looking through your Dads' toy chest, Berry?"
"Rule number one, Santana, no insults when we aren't in school. Answer the question."
She sighed heavily.
"I never thought about it honestly. I didn't think a guy would want to have sex with someone who has a penis. I guess I'll cross that bridge when I get to it."
"Fair enough. My house is the one with the white—"
"I know Berry, I've egged your house a few dozen times."
She smiled playfully at the girl in the passenger seat, as she pulled into her driveway.
"Don't you have therapy today?"
Santana nodded.
"Well, my parents won't be home until later, you want to go in together?"
Santana shrugged, unbuckling her seat belt.
"I have to call Brittany first. Haven't talked to her in forever."
Rachel climbed out of the car, walking to her door with a nonchalant Santana.
"Will she be upset that you're with me?"
"Berry we don't roll like that. She's my best friend. And besides, Britt loves everybody, even though I won't tell her that we are like- hanging out."
"Well, why not? Like you said, she's your best friend."
"True, but she also says what's on her mind…all the time. I'd rather her not blurt out that I boned Rachel Berry during glee practice."
Santana sat on the couch as they entered the living room, propping her feet on the table.
"Now woman! Go make me a sammich! I wants me a grilled cheese."
Rachel rolled her eyes, knocking her legs off the table with her knees and she sat down beside her.
"Didn't you just eat? And ask me properly."
"I'm always hungry, and I just don't want you all in my grill while I'm on the phone."
Rachel rolled her eyes again, standing with her arms crossed while she walked to the kitchen.
She pressed the number three on her cell phone, holding it long enough for it to automatically dial the number. Brittany answered it on the fourth ring, probably because she'd misplaced her phone again.
"Hey, S. What's up?"
"Hey didn't hear from you since like—two days ago!"
"Yea my date went really well."
Santana smiled.
"That's rare. Dish the dirt."
"Well I would but I'm actually still on my date, can I call you when I get home later?"
Santana was shocked. Not many high school guys could swing a sleepover. But then again Santana didn't bother with the guys from Carmel. She rolled her eyes. Saying goodbye to her best friend as Rachel brought her a glass of water.
"We don't have any cheese."
Santana rolled her eyes.
"So when will your pops come home?"
"Well Dad is in Cincinnati for an X-Files convention, and Daddy will be home from work in time to pick me up from therapy."
Santana shook her head, running her fingertips up and down the other girl's arm.
"How do you normally get to Marian's office?"
"The bus."
"What do your dads do?"
"Well Dad is a lawyer and Daddy is an art dealer."
Santana shook her head, drifting toward Rachel's neck as she began to kiss her there.
"So do you squirt every time you come?"
Rachel's eyes fluttered closed.
"Th-That's never happened before so I don't know."
"MMMhmmm"
She began unbuttoning Rachel's jeans, tucking her hand into them, and brushing her fingers under her underwear.
"Well, let's test it out then?"
"Just…not on the couch."
Rachel stood and walked up the stairs.
"Can you just be spontaneous at least once!"
Santana sighed, throwing her hands up as she obediently followed Rachel.
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A/N: I was going to write the smut but that's for next chapter (). There will be angst ahead. Brittany's date will be revealed and a mystery character (a Glee member) will find out Rachel and Santana's secret. I will be fast- forwarding next chapter to after the Rocky Horror episode, and it will be AU from there since I will not wait the two weeks for Never Been Kissed to air. The Finn and Santana sex thing will be revealed to Rachel soon also. There will be a lack of doctor scenes as we get into the story, and a few more bumps in the road. Will update soon. Please Read and Review.
I also have two stories that are handwritten that I will be posting soon. One is a Hurt/Comfort Rachel/Puck kidnap story; the other is a Hurt/Comfort/Tragedy (no character deaths) with a Rachel/Santana friendship. That being said I will be running out of ideas, so maybe you guys can help.
I want to write prompts that fans of my stories want to read, so please send some (PM) and I'll get writing. Anything's welcome, and I love challenges! It's a good way to try other genres for me and you guys would really be feeding my creativity. I'll even make it a contest—top three good prompts will be the next I write. One shot, kink, trigger, smut or character study Anything really.
And to all my Perseverance readers:
I haven't abandoned my story. I have handwritten that one also, and I am waiting for the ending (the next chapter I post will be the last) to come willingly. So don't fret.