A/N: So these Glee episodes have had me laughing crying hurting and singing along all at the same time! Thanks to all of the reviews and alerts. Some prompt fills will be going up on my page next week, look out for a few of them; one's even a Rachel/Santana one-shot.

Chapter 12

"What are you talking about!"

He shouted. He screamed in that insanely Neanderthal way where he thought raising the decibels of his voice would somehow clarify the inane sentence falling from his simple mouth. He was standing in the middle of the busy hallway, a hush filtering through the corridor, multiple witnesses turning to stare at the debacle at the end of the hall, Santana was tapping her foot impatiently, both her hands on her hips, her body bent toward the much taller football players.

"You heard me Finnocence! You've been spreading bull around school about me. You're seriously killing my rep. Stop telling people we porked. You jizzed in your jimmy and cried about it. You didn't get a chance to tap this."

Finn pulled her by her elbow toward a vacant water fountain. It was quiet enough to drop rice in the hallway, none of the students caring that they were openly staring.

"Santana, are you sure you want to do this here—we had sex…this is personal…"

His whispers were even loud.

She flinched back as if affronted. She pulled her hand to her chest, the sinister smirk pulling at the corners of her mouth.

"This is personal? It's too PERSONAL!"

Her pointer finger flung in front of his face, Finn whipping his hands up in surrender, backing up slowly into the empty space behind him. He put on his best puppy dog face, his eyes shifting from left to right before returning to the Cheerio in front of him.

"Are you retarded? Look Gigantor. I know you think babies come from sky elevators and that you can knock up girls from hot tub jets but this is ridiculous. Stop telling people we had sex. I mean really? Take care of your little early arrival situation before you even think about getting with this…"

She waved her hands up and down her own body, noticing that the dumbfounded face he was wearing was unchanging. She smacked her teeth against her tongue and walked away, scuffling past Jacob Ben-Israel, holding his cell phone up to finish his recording. She heard the sound of Finn smacking his forehead before walking away.

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They'd decided the previous week that they couldn't do something completely malicious to Finn. For some reason it would be morally irresponsible to humiliate or harm the boy, so she'd talked Santana into leaving out physical violence; even though she knew she wouldn't mind seeing Finn get knocked around just a little bit. The only thing they could honestly do without outing their budding…friendship, would be to ruin his reputation. She knew all of his insecurities and most of his secrets, and Santana knew how to implement her fantasies of revenge. It just so happened that it worked in their favor. Rachel was happy that she could not be openly blamed for this and she knew Finn knew better than to mess with an angry Santana Lopez. She smiled at that. She was sitting in her bedroom, books on her bed, most of her homework done since Friday, she'd fixed her schedule to fit in all the things she usually did, but with a large chunk of her Friday evening devoted to the homework for the upcoming week. She thought beside herself, noticing that most of her regularly scheduled homework time was now being devoted to hanging with Santana. She stood up, moving to her window to check if the black car would be outside. It still wasn't.

She sat at her computer desk, the huff pushing past her lips before she heard her father push her door open.

"Sweetie. I need to talk to you."

He sat on her bed.

"We've noticed that you've been going out with Santana Lopez quite a lot lately, and your father and I want to know if we should suspect that you are…seeing this girl."

Rachel lost her words.

"Now I'm not upset that you may want to date her, but with all the alone time you two spend together and the sleepovers…its inappropriate if you two are together."

Rachel opened her mouth to tell the truth, the lie slipping out before she had time to gather her admittance.

"We are friends Dad. I mean, I don't have too many friends, and since her best friend started dating someone new, we've had more time to hang around each other."

She lied to her fathers on a daily basis. They felt too contained in such a small town as Lima, so they often left to visit other states for shows and business. She used to go with them, but she quickly realized that they trusted her enough to leave her alone, and she could pretty much function without their input. She never lied about anything important. She usually told them that she was practicing, out with friends or at the library. She didn't really know why she made a point to lie this time, knowing her father wouldn't judge her if she was gay; but the knowledge that she wouldn't be able to have the kind of freedom she had with Santana trumped her guilt.

She heard the doorbell, her Daddy answering it before jogging upstairs to Rachel's room.

"Honey, there are three girls downstairs asking to kidnap you for the night."

"Three?"

Rachel followed her parents down the steps, noticing Brittany with her hands clasped behind her back, leaning on the outsides of her boot clad ankles, staring at a plaque on the wall. Tiffany was taking in her house, her eyes wandering from the woodwork to the carpets, her neck rolling around the room to get a better feel. Santana was by the door, her arms crossed and hair down, her downcast face shrouded in a sea of sable locks. Rachel stopped at the bottom landing, turning to her fathers who were standing side by side in front of her. Santana's head shot up.

"Hey Mr. Berry and Mr. Berry. We wanted to know if Rach could come see the dollar movie with us and maybe stay over my house tonight, my mom already said it was okay. I'll drop her at school tomorrow."

Her fathers looked at each other, then back to Santana, then to the doting Rachel on the landing. She hadn't known they'd all come with Santana. Rachel had been prepared on what she would be telling her fathers before she shot out the door with her already packed overnight bag. They nodded and Rachel beamed before shooting up the staircase and seconds later shooting back down before giving both of her fathers a kiss.

"If she's late for school tomorrow there will be no more next times."

They all nodded, heading to Santana's car and buckling in.

"So what movie are we going to see?"

Santana laughed.

"There is no movie, silly. Brittany has the house to herself and my parents are off tonight. We are going to crash in her basement."

Rachel looked to the back seat, Tiffany and Brittany huddled over Tiffany's cell phone, giggling over some video of a fainting cat. She felt somewhat uneasy that she'd be having sex in someone's house. Knowing Brittany…she probably did it often. She sat back in her chair and made small talk with Santana for the quick ride to Brittany's.

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Brittany's basement looked like it came from a magazine from the 1970s. There were bean bag chairs and disco ball lamp shades, the brown and yellow furniture was worn for wear and the television set was a floor model, a smaller flat screen version sat neatly on top of it. The only updated furniture in the large cellar was the exercise equipment and air hockey table. She watched Santana smirk muttering about how Brittany's parents hated to throw things away. She was pulling out the couch bed, turning around to Rachel as she whipped the sheets out over it. Brittany and Tiffany retired an hour before, Finding Nemo was still on the t.v. when Santana nudged her and nodded toward the basement door.

They both took off their jeans and socks, slipping beneath the thin sheets their; backs against the overstuffed pillows.

"I think I watched that video ten times today of Finn's face."

Santana turned to look at her, her head shaking from side to side.

"I heard his girlfriend dumped him in the cafeteria on Friday. Everybody thinks he's going to skip tomorrow."

"Serves him right…so why are your parents home tonight?"

Santana turned toward the television set.

"It's their anniversary. It was easy for me to sneak out, I'd rather not be there while they bone."

Rachel wrinkled her nose. Santana turned to her, smiling broadly.

"And besides…I didn't want your pops to hear you bone either so we came here."

She kissed Rachel then, her eager mouth puckering toward the smaller girls. Rachel's tiny hand wiggled through the air between them, her hand pushing against Santana's chest; stopping her.

"My Dad asked if we were together today…" She let the unspoken question linger between them.

"I told him no…because he would start applying rules and we wouldn't be able to see each other as much and I wouldn't be allowed to stay over your house anymore because it would be inappropriate."

Santana leaned back.

"Do you want to be all together?"

Rachel shrugged.

"I like things how they are. I don't mind the lack of notoriety we have at school, I actually like it better that I don't have Jacob Ben-Israel following me around for quotes for his stupid blog about how far Finn and I have gotten. But I'm not seeing other people… and I don't know if you are or if you want to start and—"

"I'm not and I don't."

"And I completely understand if you'd rather the no commitment terms I've set in the past. This situation has surpassed any of the expectations that I –"

And Santana kissed her, nodding her head affirmatively as she stroked Rachel's kiss during their embrace. It was such a dainty gesture. But it was also sure. Santana pulled back from the kiss, not dropping either of her hands from Rachel's cheeks.

"It's hard for you to shut up some times, gosh!"

Rachel kissed her, pulling Santana's t-shirt as they both lay fully on the bed, Santana's breath whispering willowy pressure into the place where Rachel's neck met her shoulder. She began kissing her there, trailing fragile kisses against her skin. She quickly rolled up her shirt, staring her intently in the eyes as she tugged the fabric up, and off to the floor. She unclasped her bra, pulling it down her slender shoulders, her kisses resuming as she puckered against the valley of her breasts. She stared directly into Rachel's eyes, kissing her slowly; like every movement was made deliberately and every action was sure; justified. Rachel knotted her fingers in Santana's hair, watching as she eagerly traveled down her body to her open legs, Rachel's knees up and tightening around Santana's settling body. In a fell swoop she pulled off Rachel's underwear, letting them fall to the floor with a whispered 'plop'.

She was moving fast, but before Rachel could stop her she could feel Santana's lips pressing against her clit, gentle kisses fluttering vibrations as she puckered. Santana kissed the inside of her thighs, one at a time, settling again on her clit as she stared into Rachel's gaze, the flat of her tongue pressing abruptly against her sex.

And their tango began. She was pulling stings inside of Rachel's chest, her tongue swiping over places that made Rachel curl with elation, with satisfaction; with feeling. Santana didn't let her come down from her orgasm before pushing inside her, one of Rachel's legs over her shoulders. She was holding her hips for affirmation, pummeling pure emotion into her all too willing body. They mingled on the edges of their orgasm, sweat building on their goose bumping flesh, the rhythm of their coupling all too entrancing. Santana leaned down to kiss her, Rachel's leg tight beneath them, Santana's rhythm never breaking, both of their orgasms pouring out simultaneously their bodies crumbling as they lay beside each other, sleep folding them together before tipping off to bed.

End of Chapter 12.

A/N: Short update. The Finn ordeal seems short but it will be back. And I didn't want to be all sappy but it just happened. Next few chapters will bring a few doctor's appointments, some parent drama, and a threat on Santana's secret.

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