I'll Defend You If You'll Defend Me?

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Summary: Becky Jackson is trying to survive high school the best that she can. While Santana Lopez is struggling to accept herself and be proud of the person she has become. Can these two people become friends and help each other succeed?

Pairings: Santana Lopez and Becky Jackson. Other pairings: Rachel Berry and Santana Lopez. Brittany Pierce and Santana Lopez. Quinn Fabray and Brittany Pierce. Also other characters have small parts.

It's important to note, that I do not have Down syndrome, but I am "different". I know what it feels like to feel unworthy at time and like no matter what I try to do it's useless.

I hope you enjoy!

Almost a year later…

~ Rachel ~

The year-long preparations were almost all finished for Santana's and my wedding. During this time, we fell more and more in love with each other if that was even possible. She left me little love notes in my bag lunch or on my side of her bed. I had begun to bring a duffle bag with me so I wouldn't have to go home when we were together. Then one day, I walked into her room and closed the door. She stood in front of her dresser and motioned to me to come to her. When I was an inch or so in away from her, she grabbed my hand and pulled me more. Then she bent down and pulled out an empty drawer.

"Santana," I asked shyly.

"Yes, my love," she answered as she stood straight up to look me in the eyes.

"Is this for me?"

"Yes, it is," she said and smiled at me.

I was taken aback. I knew it was just a drawer, but the meaning behind it was what got to my heart.

"Rachel, it's just a drawer," she said as she noticed my reaction.

"I know, I know," I said as I got emotional. I went to sit on her bed.

"Baby," she walked up to me and knelt in front of me, "Are you okay?"

I cupped her face in my hands and said, "Yes, Santana, no one has ever given me a drawer before."

"Shit, I hope not," she said and smiled.

I smiled at her and then said, "I know that we're getting married and we express our feelings towards each other all the time, but this…" I let go of one of her cheeks and pointed to the dresser, "means the most because it truly shows your devotion to me, to us, and to the life we are going to have together."

I cupped her face again with both hands.

"I've also cleared out some of my closest too," she said and smiled at me.

I leaned forward and connected my lips to hers in a sweet and passionate kiss which lasted for several minutes.

"Wow! I should have done that a long time ago," she said happily after she broke the kiss.

I pinched her cheeks and smiled at her. We held our gazes on each other for awhile.

Then she lifted my skirt higher so her hands were resting on my thighs. All of a sudden, she started to massage them. She started at my lower thigh and massaged her way up to the top. Her touch was slow and sent shivers up and down my spine. The room was completely silent except for our breathing. I broke hold of her cheeks to move a little more onto the mattress and then leaned backwards onto my hands. She looked up at me and I begged her with my eyes to continue with whatever she wanted to do. She grinned and then her focus returned to my body. She placed her hands further under my dress. I felt her grab my hips and pull me closer to the end of the bed again. Satisfied with what she just did, she looked up at me. She searched my eyes for any type of hesitation on my part. I guess she figured that there wasn't any because she grabbed the band of my underwear and started to pull them down. I lifted my bottom half up to assist her. She smiled as she continued to pull them off. When they were finally off she held them in her hand and threw them behind her with a wide smile. I looked at her and sexily smiled.

When her attention went back to my pussy she noticed that I was getting excited by the wetness that was evident on her blanket.

"Sorry," I whispered. She looked up at me and shook her head. She smiled sexily again at me and then looked at my pussy. She looked at it for a few seconds. I knew that she was thinking about how to continue. Whatever she had planned I was all for. She tentatively dragged her finger from the bottom of my shivering knee all the way up to my pussy. Her finger stopped abruptly right in front of my most sensitive organ.

"Santana, please," I pleaded.

She smiled and then entered me. She went straight for my clit and massaged that first with her thumb. Her motion and speed helped my orgasm to build. Her eyesight never left what she was doing. Once I noticed this, I received a surge of excitement which made my head fall backwards and I yelled, "Santana!"

This made her ministrations on my clit quicken just a little bit more.

"Put…a finger…in!" I moaned. One of my hands found my clothed breast and I started to massage it myself.

"No," she said. She looked up and swatted my hand away from my chest with her free hand. "Let me do it!"

My hand dropped back down to support myself.

At the same time, she inserted a finger into me and pulled on one of my nipples. I had begun to sweat a little. I found myself bouncing up and down on the mattress so her sole finger would travel further inside my pussy.

"Is that good? Tell me!" she demanded sexily.

"Santana, you are a-a-a-mazing. Put another finger in?" I said out of breath.

With that order, she pulled her one finger slightly out of me and then almost instantly she pushed with two fingers. With the force of the push, I lost my strength and fell backwards onto the mattress. I started to squirm and loss my mind, erotically though.

"San, San, San," I chanted loudly.

"Are you close, Baby?" she asked.

"Yes, I am," I announced.

Without removing her two fingers from inside of me, she somehow managed to rise from her position and lung on top of me. I immediately crashed our lips together in a hungry kiss. While we were kissing and her fingers were inside of me, I had my much desired orgasm. She noticed because I stopped kissing her back. She broke the kiss and brushed my hair away from my eyes with her other hand. She pulled out of me and immediately re-enter me. She even managed to rub my clit one final time. I felt wave after wave after wave of arousal leave my body and appear on her hand. Her hand was drenched with me on it. She brought her soaking wet hand up to her mouth. She made sure that I was watching as she licked her entire hand clean of my wetness. This turned me on even more and I do believe that I had an additional orgasm just from the sight of my love licking my juices off of her.

Once she was finished she threw her arm around my waist and pulled me to her body.

I spooned her with my back against her front.

"I love you so much, Santana," I whispered. My voice was so low that I didn't think she heard me.

"I love you too, Rachel," she said and hugged me closer to her.

Then we fell asleep.

Author's Note:

Hi! Here is a short one for you. I needed to write it.

I'm sorry that it took so long for me to update. I hope you're still following it.

Next chapter is their wedding.