Santana got in her car and was halfway home on the way to touching herself when she got a better idea. She turned her car around and headed towards Rachel's house. If Rachel thought she could get away with leaving her in that state, she had a night full of surprises coming her way.
Thanks to the Rachel Berry house party train wreck extravaganza, Santana knew exactly where she was going. And thanks to Rachel clearly stating that her dad's were out of town again but under no circumstances was anyone aloud over, she knew that the diva would be alone.
She hastily parked in the driveway and ran up to the door, which of course was locked. Rachel was very concerned with neighborhood safety. She knocked probably fifty times before Rachel came to the door in a bathrobe, which she awkwardly re-tightened as she saw who had shown up unpronounced at her house.
Before the small singer could even get a word out Santana pushed her inside the house, slammed the door shut, and pushed the diva aggressively against the front door.
"Santana I'm not sure why you're here, but my dads would not be happy with the fact that I have someone here at the house while they're gone, so I must ask you kindly to leave." She tried to push the Latina off of her and open the door to get her to leave but she was pushed back into the door. Santana kissed the shorter girl roughly and didn't wait for permission to slip her tongue into the other girl's mouth. Rachel was a little resistant at first from the shock of the situation, but soon relaxed into the kiss and started matching Santana's tongue movements, gripping onto black smooth hair. Santana pulled back when she heard Rachel moan.
"Now what was that about you wanting me to leave Berry?" Santana said as Rachel tried to put her other arm around the back of the cheerleader's neck to return her to the kiss.
"Nothing." Rachel whimpered. Trying her best to get the Latina to kiss her again, but years of being a cheerio had given Santana great upper body strength.
"Wait a minute," the Latina just realized something. Rachel's bathrobe had fallen open with the heat of their make out session and Santana could clearly see, by the sight of smooth tan skin, that she was wearing nothing underneath. It took her a minute after the discovery to form her sentence, "Were you just upstairs touching yourself?" She asked.
Rachel slowly nodded, not sure how the taller girl would take what she was saying.
Santana stepped back, much to Rachel's dismay, and looked at her. "Twice in one day huh? You must be insatiable." She said with a smirk.
"It's your fault." The diva blurted out. "You walk around in those short skirts and shake your ass and do those sexual dance routines in glee club, what am I supposed to do!" Her face flushed and she was out of breath. She no longer even bothered to try and keep the robe shut.
Santana seriously wanted to jump this girl right now, but she knew if she drew it out that it would be better for the both of them, and more fun for the Latina. "So when you do that are you thinking about me?" The small girl just nodded. Oh this is going to be fun. Santana slowly stepped towards Rachel and acted as if she was going to kiss her, but she moved her head to the side and whispered in her ear. "Do you get all wet just thinking about me?" She slipped a finger through the diva's drenched folds. Rachel moaned very loudly and Santana gasped at how wet Rachel was.
"You're soaked." Santana said, her eyes clearly getting darker.
Rachel lost all sense and reason, she just needed to be touched, by herself or Santana she didn't care at this moment. "So why don't you do something about it.
Santana was taken aback by how forward Rachel was being, she almost gave in and jumped the girl's bones, but she remembered the bigger picture and restrained herself. Rachel was in for a long night.