Santana may have singled Finn out, but truthfully it was Rachel who wished she had a mailman-like incident to think about at the moment. Santana was just finishing up the most sexually song and dance number Rachel had ever seen, complete with her bending over and basically shaking her ass right in front of Rachel, who almost fell off her chair.
She finished the number and the boys erupted with applause, as the girls just sat there in disbelief.
"That was umm…" Mercedes said.
"Horrifying." Kurt finished her sentence.
"I seriously thought you were going to bring out a pole and start stripping." Quinn said still shocked from what she just saw.
"That was hot." Brittany said and everyone turned and looked at her.
"Well Santana that was colorful," Mr. Schue said blushing. "But I don't think it is quite what we're looking for."
Santana looked around annoyed at everyone.
"Wait", Puck said, "why isn't Rachel going into one of her long rants about the sacredness of show choir and how Santana besmirched it or some shit."
"Rachel," Mr. Schue said with a concerned look on his face. "Puck is right, you are being very quiet, and you usually voice your opinions."
"Yes Rachel," Santana said slinking towards the diva. "I would love to know what you thought of my little performance."
With every ounce of strength Rachel had left she looked Santana in the eyes, said "Your performance was adequate. Now if you'll excuse me Glee club is over and I need to be getting home." And walked out of the choir room, leaving everyone in the club confused, especially Santana.
Once in the hallway Rachel sprinted to the bathroom. It had become her safe place lately. She quite honestly didn't know what to think, and that meant a lot coming from a girl who thought and spoke in paragraphs. She just leaned against the wall and breathed heavily trying to gain her composure. The door opened and Rachel was just about to jump into a stall when she saw that it was Santana who was coming to disrupt her.
"Hello Santana." Seriously how was she keeping her cool right now. She pretended to be just finishing up washing her hands. Santana was thrown by the calm demeanor of the small girl, but soon realized by the way her hands were shaking, that Rachel was simply acting, and she could break that down easily.
"Hello Rachel don't mind me I just need to get out of this cheerios uniform. It's so constricting and hot." She practically whispered the last word and did not miss the fact that Rachel was practically drooling as she spoke.
"No problem Santana, I'll just simply dry my hands and be on my…" as Rachel was talking, the latina had taken her top off and was working on the skirt.
"It sure was hot in the choir room, I just wanted to take my clothes off," she said smirking looking at Rachel who was standing there staring at her. "Rachel, you're wet."
"What?" Rachel was pulled out of her trance and felt her face getting hot. Santana nodded to her hands. "Oh." The diva said when she realized what she meant, and went and dried her hands.
Just as she was about to open the door and leave, the still half naked girl said "It's a cold shower kind of day out today," seemingly talking about the weather. "You should probably try one when you get home." She said looking directly at the smaller brunette who now had clearly darker eyes, and a look on her face that could only be described as hungry.
Santana turned back to the mirror smiling, proud at how wound up she had gotten the other girl, when she was suddenly turned around and pushed into the nearest wall. "What the…" but she couldn't finish the sentence because Rachel had crashed their lips together in a kiss full of the tension that she had been through the entire day. When the Latina finally had to pull back for air, Rachel attacked her neck, and pushed one of her toned thighs between Santana's legs, thrusting up so that her thigh met the other girls clearly wet core, the taller girl could not help but moan, then whimper when Rachel pulled away.
"You've been teasing me all day," She said as she fixed her hair and straightened her skirt. "Now it's time for me to leave you high and from the wetness coating my leg, not so dry." With that Rachel left, smiling at the fact that she had gotten the upper hand on the head cheerio. She got to her car and sat down and was reminded how wet she was and thought "Shit, maybe that wasn't such a good idea. I better get home fast."
Santana was still in the bathroom, panting, horny, angry and confused. "How did Rachel fricken Berry just manage to get me all worked up and leave without taking care of it. She swiftly regained her composure and practically sprinted to her car. She needed to get home quickly.