Fic: Rachel Needs Some Action
Chapter 16: Love

Author: deeha
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

Summary: Tina thinks that Rachel needs to get some action. Rachel's just been busy. But when Santana comes into the picture, Rachel seems to be less busy.

The "plan" is postponed until further notice. Rachel is flummoxed.

But Santana has been doing her share to keep Rachel occupied. By giving her little tasks, such as making charts...about their sex life.

Right now, Rachel is making a chart explaining her success for this month: on the y -axis is the number of callbacks she got and commercials she finished, and on the x-axis is the amount of hot steamy sex she is having with Santana Lopez. The line has skyrocketed off the chart. However she is contemplating a scatter plot chart, and a bar chart on orgasms. There are just so many charts she can make. And it's only the morning. Rachel is still in her night shirt and Santana is borrowing her Wonder Woman boxers and wearing her own blue bra...it's the morning.

Santana hovers over Rachel's shoulder. Rachel is sitting on her bar stool by the kitchen counter with her laptop. Santana muses, "Maybe Quinn can laminate the chart after you're done."

Rachel swats Santana's butt.

Santana laughs, "What? Quinn gotz lots of resources at her firm! She did make that certificate for Tina saying she's a genius."

Rachel rolls her eyes. Santana leaves her side and goes to pour them some more coffee. She blows on Rachel's cup to cool it down.

"Santana we don't need it laminated. Ok should I color code the number of times I top you? Or..."

"Oi! Stop right there!" says Santana as she quickly leaves the cup of coffee to cool down by itself.

"Well you said you wanted this to be accurate." says Rachel as she curiously watches Santana almost burn herself.

Santana wraps her arms around Rachel's body thus halting Rachel's chart making.

"Santana I can't make any progress if you hold me in an anaconda squeeze."

"Wanna do it on the kitchen counter?"

"Are you trying to bulk up your numbers Santana?"

Rachel is laughing as Santana already has her hands underneath Rachel's night shirt.

Rachel thinks out loud, "Maybe I should also chart it by how much morning sex we have?"

Santana laughs into Rachel's neck and hugs Rachel tighter. Rachel whispers, "Let me turn around so I can see you."

Santana denies her request and scoots Rachel up further so she can sit on the barstool and ease Rachel back onto her lap.

Rachel loses her balance and her hands are on the kitchen counter, "Santana. This is going to get me killed."

"Ok, let me give you orgasms first."

"That joke isn't as funny when it's my life that's actually precariously on the edge."

Santana laughs and brings her hands up slowly grazing the side of Rachel's breasts up to her shoulders, "Fine. How about a massage?"

"Well let's not be drastic. Orgasms are still nice."

Santana guffaws, "Well of course." And Santana doesn't forget to softly kiss Rachel's cheek in assurance.

Rachel is, of course, much more relieved when Santana's hands return to underneath her shirt and in between her thighs. She shakes even from the light caresses of Santana's fingers. And when Santana drags her fingers up her thighs right to underneath her panties, Rachel isn't sure how many fingers or from what hands are actually stimulating her (she thinks all ten of them).

Rachel wants Santana to move faster or go deep inside her (preferably both). But Santana has set an agonizingly slow and steady pattern that only does more to frustrate Rachel.

But Rachel has tricks up her sleeve too. She takes her night shirt off. That speeds things up (a little bit).

Santana's hand immediately trails up and down Rachel's back while her right hand has decided to stay close to Rachel's warm and wet core.

Rachel's legs open more and she grinds back into Santana. Santana puts her left hand on the counter to steady them. The barstool creaks.

"Oh my God, are we going to die?" Rachel whines.

"No. I'm too young to die."

"Well what about me?"

"You're young too."

Rachel hums, "Can you..."

Santana is kissing every little birthmark on Rachel's back and it's understandable that Rachel is without words.

"Can I what?"

Rachel thinks really hard. Especially since both of Santana's hands have found themselves back underneath Rachel's soaked panties.

"Santana?" asks Rachel in the midst of her moans.

Santana is still taking her time. "Tell me what you want Rachel. I'll do it."

That's a nice promise. But Rachel still can't get out the words. She's too entranced with Santana's teasing.

Rachel wishes she could say it another way but the way Santana keeps touching and teasing her, the only thing Rachel wants is for Santana to touch her, "Pussy."

Santana is startled, "Babe? What?"

Rachel is panting and she's pretty sure the barstool is going to give beneath them.

"Please?" Rachel whispers as she grips onto the counter.

"I'm not sure if I should be mad at you because I think you're covering up from just calling me a pussy or be incredibly turned on that you said it in the first place..."

Rachel is frustrated, "Santana! Oh my God. Can you please touch me?"

"Wait, I want to hear you say it again."

"Please?"

"Not that..."

"Touch me?"

"Well you're getting closer."

"Not really."

Santana laughs into Rachel's back, "Oh my God Rachel Berry."

Rachel finally laughs and gives Santana what she wants, but she can only whisper (husk) it out, "Please Santana. Please will you touch me? Touch my pussy? I'm so wet because of you. Touch my wet pussy and make me come."

"Mmk."

Rachel bursts out laughing but that quickly turns into loud pleasurable moans when Santana is three fingers deep into Rachel (again, she isn't sure whether the fingers are from Santana's right or left hand but she knows what three feels like. And its feels really good).

Rachel braces herself against the counter and whips her hair around which immediately invites Santana to kiss her neck.

It becomes biting when Rachel starts finding a rhythm and refuses to just sit. Much to Santana's enjoyment, Rachel quietly begs for her to keep "going in so deep" because "I really...good...I like good."

"I like good too Rachel."

"Santana...I'm serious."

"I'm serious too!"

Particularly she feels really good when Santana thrusts in so deep that Rachel has to fall forward on the counter just to catch her breath. Rachel rests her elbows on the counter and that affords them a little more stability as Santana's hands are shamelessly pumping into her (whisper) wet pussy.

Rachel is thinking a chart is not going to cut it. She will have to write an encyclopedia or a novel, or both, to explain how much she enjoys sex with Santana.

"Rachel?"

(Focus).

"Yes?"

"Do you like it when I'm in you deep? Deep in your pussy?"

Rachel's eyes have been shut this whole time, and she thinks she might pass out from the sporadic shots of pleasure sparking inside of her. She's close. Very close. All she needs is for Santana to say, well anything really.

"Because Rachel your pussy is so fucking good."

That worked. She dramatically convulses when she comes and pretty much tips them off the barstool. But Santana is quick enough to hold Rachel by the torso and stand with her legs to let the bar stool fall.

Santana holds her until she catches her breath. Rachel's legs are wobbly and basically useless.

Rachel looks back to Santana, "Are we alive?"

Santana takes her fingers out of Rachel and rubs Rachel's hip bone because she knows Rachel likes to feel what Santana does to her, "Think so."

Rachel exhales then kisses Santana, "Thank goodness. But next time, let's do it on the bed."

Santana is already pulling Rachel to the bedroom and Rachel is laughing.

Using her peripheral vision, she notices her cell phone is blinking and she grabs it from the counter. "Oh I have four missed calls from Tina. Let me check this."

Santana groans but stays close to Rachel.

Tina picks up right away and shouts "Are you okay?"

Rachel frowns, "Tina? Yes, I'm fine. I'm at home with Santana."

"Oh thank God! I called you like a million times...

"Only four..."

"and you didn't answer! I thought the wolves were eating you! You need to check in with me!"

"What wolves? Are wolves indigenous to New York?"

Santana shakes her head no.

"Rachel. I'm serious. I almost started to cry."

Rachel snorts, but her eyes travel to Santana. Who is kneeling in front of Rachel and using her teeth to take off her panties. Her teeth. Rachel's breathing patterns right now are not attractive.

In the background Tina is talking about...something.

Santana succeeds at the removing of Rachel's unnecessary clothing leaving her nude in her living room. Santana stands in front of Rachel and slowly takes off her own blue bra (Oh God).

Santana mouths, "Wonder Woman...yea..." and sways her hips to show off the boxers she pilfered from Rachel's underwear drawer.

Rachel laughs.

Tina shouts, "Rachel!"

Rachel focuses back on Tina, "Tina was there something?"

"Yes. Ok I'm putting you on speakerphone. Mike and I want to tell you guys something."

Rachel puts her phone on speakerphone and motions for Santana to cut it out and listen to Tina.

Tina asks Mike to drum roll, and they can hear Mike banging on pots and pans in their kitchen...then Tina shouts, "WE'RE ENGAGED!"

Rachel shouts, "WHAT?"

She's about to go on a tirade of how Mike did not at all follow the plan; she wrote a manifesto! And in her mind she is throwing her golden lasso around Quinn to punish her for knocking Tina out with a golf club and disturbing the timeline of events. But Santana saves the day by interrupting and congratulating Mike and Tina. Somewhere in there Santana says they should celebrate at the lounge tonight, which is what Tina was hoping...however, Rachel is just exasperated.

This is just, not according to plan.

Rachel doesn't realize that the call has ended. But that's quickly forgotten when Santana is back to pulling her into the bedroom to have her way with her again (and again, before the charts are finalized).

They are celebrating at the lounge.

Santana has never sounded better.

It mellows Rachel out. Plus she is truly happy to see Tina with that engagement ring on her finger. She doesn't think that she's ever seen Tina so happy. Mike's smile couldn't be wiped from his face, and he can't stop his feet from leading Tina on the dance floor.

Rachel thinks this is going to be a nice, peaceful, relaxing, and overall lovely evening.

Quinn is speed walking towards Rachel, being mindful of her margarita.

The margarita sloshes in Rachel's direction and she rebukes, "Quinn, slow down!"

"Quick! Tell me all you know about lesbianism."

Rachel's eyebrows reach to the sky, but this is Quinn, so it must have some relevance. "Ok. Well, how much time do I have?"

"One minute."

"Ok, well if you stay very quiet, pay attention, and don't ask any questions...I can teach you how to spell it."

"Oh shut up! Rachel this is serious. I think I'm in love."

"What's in that margarita? Did Tina give that to you? She always puts more tequila than is legally permitable. Are you unwell?"

"Rachel, you don't understand. I got this tingling feeling in my stomach, my armpits are sweating, and my throat is closing up! I can't explain it!"

"I think we need to take you to a doctor. No really, that sounds horrible! Maybe you're allergic to alcohol?"

Quinn inhales her margarita. Rachel (silently mouths "nooo") is, again, taken aback by Quinn's behavior.

Quinn puts her empty glass on the bar and grabs Rachel by the shoulders and positions her to look to the right of the stage. "Look."

Rachel looks. She sees an empty table. "I see an empty table."

"To the right."

Rachel sees a woman at the next table. Quinn whips her back around lightning fast. "Quinn, I didn't get a real good look." She's about to turn back but Quinn prevents her.

"Don't look!"

"Well, I thought you wanted me to look?"

"Be subtle!"

Rachel scoffs. Subtlety? Well, that's her forte. She's an actress for Pete sakes. She flicks her hair, takes a moment to brush her finger over her eyebrow and slowly turns to look at the booth.

The woman is staring right at her. Oh crap. "Oh, crap. She caught me."

"What? Rachel!"

"Well, she must be wondering why you're over here chatting with me. Go back and talk to her."

"I can't! I'm too nervous! My knees were shaking when I was at the table and she thought that it was an earthquake."

"Oh Quinn..."

Quinn drags her to the bathroom.

"Quinn. Why are we in the bathroom?"

"I can think better in the bathroom."

"Oh. That makes sense."

"Rachel! Stop making fun of me! I need help!"

"Yes. You do."

"Don't you have like a 5 point sure fire way to get a girl to like you?"

"I have charts. But I don't think they have the information you need."

Quinn screams in anguish.

Rachel laughs, "Quinn Fabray. Someone very smart once told me to: Just go talk to her. So...I suggest you do the same. From even a brief glance, I can surmise that she is very attractive. So just go and talk to her. But don't tell her about your armpits." Rachel hands her some paper towels and Quinn fixes herself up.

"Are you sure? Maybe she'll find it endearing." Quinn chirps.

"Let's not try that theory out tonight ok?"

Quinn nods her head in agreement, "Yes, ok. Right. You're right."

Rachel smiles. But. Quinn is still frozen in place.

"Quinn Quinn, you have to move." Rachel sings.

"I need Dianna Ross & the Supremes."

Rachel gulps. "Oh wow. You really are serious. Quinn. Diana Ross is sacred to you. Are you sure about this girl?" Rachel whispers as it's almost unthinkable, "I mean...what if she can't sing?"

Quinn turns to look at Rachel "I'm sure."

Of course it would be Quinn Fabray to fall head over her stiletto heels in love with a perfect stranger. Rachel knew that Quinn had very high standards and if this stranger somehow made Quinn this crazy, well then, who would she be to deny Quinn's request for backup singers.

Rachel smiles "Ok! Well, break a leg!" She watches Quinn leave first.

And then Rachel leaves the bathroom, happy to have a new mission to execute.

Rachel runs over to Santana who is leaning against the piano during a saxophone solo, "Santana we have a code red."

"We do?" echoes through the room. The microphone picked that up and everyone in the bar looks to Santana.

She just smiles it off.

Mike and Tina are looking at them like they are crazy.

Rachel ignores them, "Yes. It's Quinn. She's in love, and it is serious."

"Really?" again...that was heard through the speakers.

Rachel puts her hand over the microphone and whispers for Santana to look towards the booth.

Santana looks. "Ok yup. Code red. Gosh I've never seen Quinn sweat that much. Is she ok?"

"She wants Diana Ross & the Supremes."

Santana whistles, "Alright. You wanna duet?"

Rachel smiles, "I thought you'd never ask."

Santana smiles and grabs Rachel by the waist so they can share the microphone.

They sing I'm Gonna Make You Love Me. And they both smile at the same time when they see Quinn leading the girl to the dance floor.

The crowd is leaving and Tina is basically knocked out and sleeping against Mike in a booth.

Let's just say Quinn left awhile ago (not alone).

Rachel is chatting with Rex, the manager of the bar, when Santana comes up beside her.

Rex pulls out a business card and hands it to Santana.

"What's this Rex?"

"Your big break. Guy from The Late Night Show wants you for their house band. He didn't want to go behind my back and basically asked for my blessing. You got it kid."

He gives her a card, winks, and lets the two kids to stare at the business card.

"Rachel. Jimmy Fallon. This is his business card."

Rachel is just as much in awe and is extremely proud of her girlfriend. "I can't believe I missed him. I would've asked him to sing or something. He's very musical. Maybe get him to re-enact the Barry Gibb Talk Show..."

"I feel like I just got slapped with the awesome stick."

"It is a little unreal but not undeserved."

"Wow. We should go home...and celebrate." Wiggling eyebrows included.

Rachel giggles "Come on lets go."

A couple days later, they are watching Vertigo.

Rachel doesn't like the scary zoom camera, but she does like Santana's cuddles.

But she is very relieved when Tina calls and asks her to put her on speaker. Santana pauses her movie.

Tina's voice comes through, "Ok I have good news and bad news. What do you want first?"

Rachel bites her bottom lip and chooses "Bad news."

Tina sighs, "Due to scheduling conflicts, beyond my control, the irritable bowel syndrome commercial is cancelled indefinitely."

Rachel feigns disappointment "Oh...that's too bad."

Santana just snorts.

"Ok and now for the good news. Mike drum roll please." And like the last time Mike is in the background hitting pots and pans.

Santana laughs "Anything for Mike to hit the pans. Your neighbors must hate you!"

Mike yells "I borrowed their pans!"

They all laugh.

Rachel asks "Well, what is the good news Tina?"

"Ermengrade."

Rachel's eyes are as big as saucers. Santana is confused "What? Did you say: Oh my God?"

Tina laughs "No, Ermengarde Vandergelder in Hello Dolly."

Santana says "Oh! Wow that's great! Hello Dolly...wasn't Barbra in that?"

Rachel is in a state of shock. The entire two hour and 28 minute play has flashed before her eyes.

Tina laughs "Does Rachel look like she just saw a ghost?"

Santana replies "Yea, but not like in a frightened way. We were watching Vertigo and she was pretty pale. Now she is kind of robotic looking..."

Mike yells in the distance "Rachie! You're ok. You get to be on stage!"

Rachel can hear them but she also hears and sees every song of the musical playing. And a random picture of Wall-E (what?).

Tina laughs "Well Santana just make sure she makes it to the read through tomorrow at 6am. I'll text you the address. Congratulations Rachel berry! We knew you could do it! We love you!"

Rachel whispers "Thank you Michael. Ok Tina. I love you too!"

Santana hangs up the phone and quietly turns to Rachel. "Rachel?"

She doesn't answer.

Santana laughs, "How do you feel?"

A whole 60 seconds pass before Rachel whispers "I'm so happy."

Santana gets off the couch and kneels in front of Rachel. "Good Rachel! Do you need water? You're being very enigmatic."

"Thank you. No I don't need water. Very good use of enigmatic."

Santana laughs "Thanks, just don't ask me how to spell it."

"E-n-i-g-m-a-t-i-c. Enigmatic."

"And you can't do math after you have sex? You're hilarious."

"Thank you."

Santana laughs, "Ok well can I give you a kiss?"

Rachel smiles but is still kind of in shock.

It only takes a moment, and Rachel can feel Santana sweetly kissing her and even laughing (most likely because Rachel is still stuck smiling).

She can feel Santana gently rubbing her thighs as she slowly kisses each and every part of Rachel's smile. Rachel only sort of gains consciousness when Santana lightly sucks on her lower lip.

Santana moves her hands to Rachel's hips and Rachel's smile begins to answer Santana's gentle questions.

Rachel closes her eyes and just lets Santana bruise her lips. She gains motion in her arms and massages Santana's neck.

Santana scoots Rachel closer to the edge of the couch and Rachel closes her legs around Santana's waist. Rachel clings to Santana because the emotions she is feeling scares and excites her.

She wants to cry and scream and dance all at the same time but her body is removed from her. It's not just the chance of a speaking part in a play that Barbra Streisand actually had tangible relation to that makes her happy, but it's that she has someone she truly cares about to celebrate with, and that someone is Santana Lopez. It's unreal to her.

She holds Santana tighter hoping that it will bring her back down to earth.

Rachel feels instantly warmer when Santana lightly kisses her neck. There must be some magic spot there.

"Rachel I want to make love to you."

Rachel starts deeply breathing and it's only a little difficult because Santana is still beautifully kissing her.

Rachel still has her eyes closed and is wishing that this is all real.

Santana stops kissing her.

Rachel's head follows Santana trying to keep kissing her.

Her heart pains at the loss. So she opens her eyes. She smiles when she sees a smiling Santana. She's real.

"Santana."

"Rachel?"

"I'm so happy."

Santana laughs "I know babe. I know."

Santana lifts Rachel from the couch and Rachel gives a little yelp but knows Santana won't drop her this time (but just in case she tightens her legs around Santana waist) .

Rachel starts peppering Santana's neck with kisses while she says that she is happy and Santana just holds onto her tighter as she brings them to Rachel's bed.

They're in her bedroom doorway when Rachel says "I'm so happy... we didn't finish that movie."

Santana smacks Rachel's butt "You were enjoying it."

Rachel laughs and perhaps even more so when Santana bumps into like everything because she is trying to get them to the bed in the dark. She manages to gently lay her on the bed.

Santana kisses Rachel and moves Rachel's hands above her head. Rachel is conscious now.

"Santana?"

"Yea?"

Rachel doesn't know what she wants to say. She knows her heart is pounding. She knows the tips of her ears are burning. She usually has some sort of theme song in her head to calm her down but the only thing she can hear is her erratic heartbeat. It almost concerns her.

"Santana. I need you."

Santana smiles "I need you too."

Rachel smiles, but knows that she wanted to say something else.

Rachel looks into Santana's eyes to help her focus, she sighs "I want you."

"I want you too."

Rachel welcomes Santana's kisses and tries again to get closer to Santana. She also tries again to say what she wants to.

"I..."

She knows she's close to the words.

Santana laughs "I...too."

Rachel sighs in relief, "Really?"

"Yes."

"I just don't want you to think that I'm just reacting to the good news about Hello Dolly. Because I'm not."

"And not because you don't have to watch Vertigo?"

This time Rachel gets to smack Santana's butt.

"Ouch. Tough love."

Rachel smiles at the word, "Yes."

Santana kisses Rachel. Both girls realize that love this time around was simple and easy. And they were ok with that. Very ok with that.

Santana smiles "I love you Rachel berry."

"I love you Santana Lopez."

"Good."

"Good."

"Can we have sex now?"

Rachel laughs and Santana takes that as a yes.

"Wait."

Santana stops, "What? You really want to brush your teeth? We've been through this before, Rachel, your breath is fine."

"No it's not that."

"Oh, well what?"

"I feel like we need to commemorate this moment with something."

"Yes, that's...what we are going to do...with sex." Santana places much emphasis on the word: sex.

Rachel nevertheless continues, "Can we sing?"

Santana snorts.

Rachel furrows her brow.

"Oh you're serious?"

"Yes, Santana! I love you! You love me! This is a big moment!"

"Ok, ok, ok. Well. What did you have in mind?"

Rachel thinks, "We might have to write a new song."

Santana drops her head on Rachel's chest. Then quickly snaps her head back up, "Or we can take Earth, Wind, and Fire's I'll Write a Song for You."

Rachel sings, "I'll write a song for you."

Santana answers, "You write a song for me."

Rachel sighs, "We write a song of love..."

Santana kisses Rachel's chest right where her heart beats, "Good song?"

Rachel sighs, "Yes, of course, but..."

Santana laughs, "Ok, well, you keep thinking but I'm going to undress you, because...I need you to be like naked, ten minutes ago."

Rachel exhales, "Oh, alright."

Santana laughs, "I love you."

"I know. That's why I'm trying to think of a song."

Santana just rolls her eyes and pulls off her shirt and begins to shimmy out of her jeans.

Rachel takes off her shirt and then lets Santana pull off her jeans. Because, Rachel is still thinking of a song (Santana is chuckling at the whole situation).

"Santana, what's your favorite love album?"

Santana is nipping then licking Rachel's right breast and it increases Rachel's heart beat. But she waits for Santana to answer.

"98 degrees. Just give me one more night una noche. "

"Santana! Come on."

"Al Green."

"He is angsty."

"Ok, Stevie Wonder."

"But his marriage ended."

Rachel swallows her words as soon as it leaves her mouth. She can feel that she is moving too fast. First of all they just confessed their love for one another, and now she utters the word marriage.

"Yea but we're going to last." states Santana as a matter of fact.

(Oh).

Rachel smiles. Her heart bursts, because Santana has just confirmed that she is in it for the long haul. "Why do you love me so much?"

Santana takes off Rachel's bra and then looks her in the eyes, "You Make Me Feel Brand New."

Rachel just smiles "The Stylistics? Ok that can be our love song."

"I still don't understand what's wrong with 98 degrees."

"Santana please make love to me."

"Mmk."

Rachel reaches over to turn on her nightstand's lamp.

Santana looks at her confused.

Rachel explains "I want to see us make love."

Rachel gets to watch Santana go down on her for hours and she gets to watch Santana ride her fingers over and over again. She certainly feels blessed.

The next day...

"Explain again why are we doing this?"

They are on segways...

Santana laughs, "The guys heard about Mike and Tina getting engaged and gave us tickets..."

Quinn whizzes by, "Oh my God this is so much fun!"

Santana continues, "And Quinn didn't get to go with us last time."

Tina follows behind Quinn shouting, "I love segways! And I love you Mike Chang!"

Mike laughs "Can't wait to marry you!"

Rachel idles her segway next to Santana. "Ok, it's fun. But can you explain why you didn't tell me beforehand so that I wouldn't be wearing a skirt."

Santana grins. "Because I like to get some Rachel Berry action that's all..."

Rachel rolls her eyes. She tightens her helmet strap and tucks her skirt in between her legs.

Santana leans over to give her a kiss, "I love you."

Rachel starts pulling away making Santana follow her. But honestly replies, "I love you too."

and they zoom off into the sunset...

The End.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading my little fic! I really enjoy every review (I re-read them over and over again) and can't thank you enough! I'll see you all around. Until then, be kind to one another! - much love, deeha