Hey guys, like i promised, another chapter. It's quite short so don't kill me. it's part 1 of the "Smack Down" between San and Rachel. Don't worry so much, Faberry is still endgame ;) But she deserves some punishment don't ya think?

Anyways R&R lovelies!

Last time:

Rachel snapped out of her daydreams and approached the kitchen with little, cautious steps.

"Hey Quinn."

I stiffly nodded and San tightened her grip. I had no idea what to say.

"Want some waffles?"

"Uhm, I mean, uh pancakes...Yeah – pancakes. Want any Rach—el?"

I was a stuttering, nervous blob and I hated myself for it. I was weak and so pitiable it wasn't even funny anymore. Sighing Santana let me go and turned around towards the fridge pulling it open. Rachel merely shook her head and stood there, wringing her hands in a nervous manner.

"Whatcha want Tranny? Orange or mango? We ain't got no soy milk or any of that shit around."

Santana's voice sounded cold and harsh, anything but what the suggestion should've sounded like. She'd always been taught to be polite t guests even when you couldn't stand them. It was the way the way the Fabrays did it, the way they'd always done it. But Rachel never could quite hide her feelings even when she'd be trying to stay polite and friendly. Santana was her true opposite though; she never hid it when she disliked someone. In fact she usually made it very clear to said person. Right now, that person was Rach. It clearly frustrated her to no end to have Rachel show up like this, unexpectedly when they'd just been talking about them. I understood her quite well. It was one thing to think and talk about possibly forgiving them but it was another to have them standing in front of you and to actually do so. I handed the now half empty bowl back to San and watched as she put the batter in the fridge. I slid the last pancake on to the already made stack on the plate and dumped the pan in the sink. The aggressive hiss of the hot pan hitting the cold water reminded me of the way we were all feeling this morning. It was much too soon yet somehow it had felt like too long.

"Orange juice would be fine, San."

Anger boiled up in her eyes and I saw how her fingers curled even harder around the door handle, her knuckles turning white in the process. She pulled the juice box out and threw it at Rachel who catches it clumsily, surprised at the throw.

"You can pour it yourself can't you?"

Rachel nodded shyly once more.

"And don't call me San. That's a privilege reserved for friends only."

Her eyes hardened and I could see the hurt wash over her face for a second until it was wiped away again. I marveled at the control Rachel had seemed to gain over the last years. She used to be so obvious about what she was feeling. It was one of the things I loved about her so much. I guessed people changed.

Santana wrapped her arms around my waist, pulled me close and rested her head on my shoulder and sighed contently. I smiled softly and rubbed her hands with mine before locking eyes with Rachel who was looking at us. Her eyes were wide as saucers and she'd frozen up midway of pouring herself a glass of juice. I cleared my throat loudly and she snapped out of her daze and finished pouring her juice in the glass. A blush rose to her cheeks and she looked away quickly before looking at me again.

"So..."

I urged her to continue with a wave motion of my hand.

"You and Santana huh?"

Feeling Santana getting ready to verbally attack Rachel with years of pent up frustration and anger at the petite girl, I jumped in and cut her off before she could even start.

"Yeah. San and I – we're.."

I gestured at our current position and shrugged as the sentence trailed off. Santana sensing that I was at loss for words once more took her chance and got her say in on the matter.

"We're a couple hobbit."

It felt odd in a way to hear San say it out loud like that. We hadn't labeled ourselves, we'd just talked about 'it' and 'what we had' but never really said it out loud like this. It felt comforting somehow, to know I wasn't alone. Was in a loving relationship and Finn could suck it. I smiled smugly at Rachel but she didn't notice, she was too busy glaring at San.

"We gots a big house and a yard and everything. We're even thinking 'bout getting a dog. French Bulldog or something."

Rachel's eyes hardened at the words and a tight lipped smile was plastered onto her face. I felt my stomach doing butterflies. Here I was, being defended by my girlfriend and Rachel actually realizing what she'd come to lose. I felt victorious.

"Gots a problem with that?"

Santana asked her question mockingly, as if she already knew that Rachel didn't seem to like this news for one second.

"No. No I don't really see the problem, I just didn't – it's just really, uhm..."

She looked away and took a deep breath as Santana jumped at her throat again.

"Surprising?"

He voice was mockingly sweet.

"Well you see I beg to differ."

Rachel visibly shuddered and stared steady at Santana.

"If you think 'bout it, really think 'bout it..."

San nuzzled her face in my neck and placed a gentle kiss on my shoulder before tightening her hold on me.

"Quinnie and I, we found each other when you both broke our hearts."

Rachel gasped quietly.

"And we saw something we didn't before. I mean we clicked on a whole new level."

She smiled cruelly at Rachel.

"And who would understand us better? We'd gone through the same thing at practically the same time. Both so lost, so hurt, so broken."

Rachel looked ashamed but never broke her gaze.

"I could only feel safe in Quinn's arms after that and she felt the same 'bout me. Mix our years of sexual tension into the mix and a couple of bottles of wine and you've got yourself the recipe for a wild, wild night."

Rachel grits her teeth and bit hard on her tongue. I could tell she was getting more and angrier at San's words. Id didn't know if I should interrupt her but I decided against it. It seemed San had a couple of things she needed to get off her chest as well. I never quite thought about how San felt about Rachel's betrayal. They'd been friends also. Just like me and Britt.

"I guess you could say one thing led to another."

Santana continued her monologue as if she hadn't noticed Rachel's hands balling into fists, shaking at her sides, the glass of juice long forgotten.

"And I mean, you wouldn't know obviously but – Quinn is a real tiger under the sheets you know."

A nasty wink accompanied that statement and thank god for my statuesque state or I would've blushed profusely at Santana's statement.

"She's more than a wildcat in bed though."

Another cheeky grin wash shot Rachel's way before she continued once more.

"She's the full package and although the sex is unreal –"another cocky wink, "Quinn she's also stunningly beautiful, she makes the best pancakes ever and she's wicked smart."

I smiled bashfully at San's words. Even though I know she was saying those things to show me off, to stand Rachel up and make her see what she lost, I heard the honesty in her voice. I smiled genuinely and gave her a small peck on the cheek. It was rather nice to have someone stick up for me again, to be loved even if it wasn't all that grand or deep as me and Rachel had been. It was nice to be cared about.

"But I mean you guys were pretty close buds back in the day, so I'm sure you already know all of that."

Rachel swallowed visibly and nodded faintly, still never breaking her gaze.

"Except for the more intimate parts I guess."

Santana grabbed my face and kissed me forcefully. I could see Rachel frowning in anger as she shook from the emotion she was holding in at the public display of affection.

"I was Quinn's first girl experience after all."

Biting the insides of her cheeks, Rachel turned her head away, eyes brimming with unshed tears. Suddenly I lost my appetite for revenge.

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