Hey, y'all. I may be a little late on this, but I'd like to take a moment today to answer a few reviews, ok? There we go.
msko - Can't tell how much your review at chap 6 made me happy. Thank you so much, it was so cute that pointed out your favorite parts like that. Really! Thank you! :))
"guest" that asked me "would that mean rachel'll be her 7-12 months date? or will she meet other people that will make her realize about her feelings for rachel?" - Well, as this chapters proves, it's more like your second guess :)) You're going to meet a few more girls yet, and hope you enjoy them.
another "guest" who said "Poor Santana none of these dates are ever going to go right, and she's going to end up forever alone :( Cause you know Rachel is not shy about expressing her interests in someone, so if she was interested in Santana everyone would know about even Santana" - Man, I think this is wrong in several ways. First, you're basing this in 15 years old Rachel. I believe the 21/22 years old Rachel is more concerned about getting hurt and would sleep many days on the idea of starting a romance with her best friend and rommie. Things could get ugly and friendship is a sensitive stuff, don't you think? At least, that's how I see things.
Carol - Sim, sou do Brasil! Você também, certo?
Julz19 - Thank you for the idea. I'll think about Taylor, for sure.
And for everyone that reads this, I appreciate it beyond words. Last, but not least, Milaks, thanks for all your help in this chapter, in every chapter, always.
Hope you all have fun with Cornelia ;))
7. Cornelia, the unpredictable partygirl
"Are you sure she's coming?"
"Honestly? No, I'm not sure. Cornelia is kind of unpredictable."
"What do you mean by 'unpredictable'?"
Mike shrugs and sips his beer.
"She goes to where the wind blows."
"And what the fuck does that mean?"
"Slow down, Santana. She's coming." Kurt says, laying his hands on my shoulders. "God, you're so tense!"
"And oh, what will poor Santana do if her date doesn't show up? What will she do locked up in a place full of alcohol, music and girls, I wonder? Will poor Santana spend all night long crying about it?" Rachel rolls her eyes at me and I just frown back at her.
I try to relax but I'm not very successful at that. The music is loud, the light is low, there's so many people around. It's not that I don't like this club. I actually do. And I like the fact the gang is together again. Mike, Sam, Mercedes – everybody's around, enjoying summer vacation in New York.
People usually say that you make your life-long friends in college, but that's so wrong for me. I met all of them in high school and I don't think it'll ever gonna change. It feels nice to be here with them, drinking and dancing. I usually wouldn't be worried at all about tonight's date. But I am. And I can't shake off the feeling the reason is the fact Rachel's around.
She's never free on weekend's nights because of the play, but now she's on vacation too. It has been a long time since we went out like this. And after that kiss at her Tony Award winning party, a couple weeks ago, things have been kind of awkward. For me, at least. And if I'm gonna be honest, it's because... well, because it felt good.
Yes, the kiss was good. And I was not drunk enough to not remember it. I do remember the taste of her full lips and how I bit them over and over again. I do remember that noise she made, that echoed in my own mouth. I do remember being turned on, and I remember I was still wet when I undressed to shower, hours after that kiss.
I don't know why it felt so good. Rachel's been my friend for years and I never had... I have never felt attracted to her before. I don't think so. I guess not. But she kissed me. And she kissed me for real, no joke, she really did. Yeah, we were drunk as fuck. She was too excited. I was too needy. It was not a big deal. My brain understands that. But my body's getting kind of crazy. And I find it going numb when Rachel sits too close to me on the couch. And suddenly I want to kiss her again and my nipples are hardening by the thought and there's a pulsating point between my tighs, and we are just watching freaking cartoons on the couch! Shit's not cool! And I'm not supposed to feel like that because... Well, I hate to quote this, but in chastity club, back in highschool, we used to say "We are in control of our own body. Desire do not control us, we are our own person" or something equally as stupid as this.
So, I really need my date to show up tonight.
"She's here!" Mike anounces and I raise my eyes, looking around. Ha! Look at that! The universe's actually answering my prayers. Something is off here.
"Miiiiiiiike!" This blonde woman comes over and jumps in Mike's chest, hugging him so tight I'm not sure his bones will survive.
"Hey Connie! Glad you showed up."
"Sure I did! Don't you trust me?"
"Not for a moment."
"And you really shouldn't." She blinks her blue eyes at him and smiles. "Where's your hot friend?"
"That would be me." I say, getting a bit closer.
"Mama, that would totally be you!" Cornelia says, narrowing her eyes to check on me. But she does it in such a funny way I don't really care.
"I'm Santana, nice to meet you."
"Cornelia." She says, kissing me on the face. "And that's a few friends of mine. Jessie, Pam, Lydia, Alfred, Joey! They're all sluts, Mike. Introduce them to your friends. Santana and I gotta go dance!"
She takes me to the dance floor. And it's not like she's a great dancer, but she has infinite energy. Cornelia dances like the world is about to end. (Fuck Kurt and his fuckin' Britney cd!) Her long blonde hair flies all around, and her dress comes up untill a dangerous point. Somehow, she always manage to pull it down again before it shows too much.
"Oh my God, I really need a drink!"
"Me too!" I say back and I'm being dragged to the bar before I can notice.
"Two tequila shots!" She asks the barman.
"I don't want tequila."
"That's ok, they're both for me." She smiles and I watch as she turns the shots very fast and shakes her head intently. "Wooow!"
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, now let's order a drink, shall we?"
We end up with beer bottles in our hands.
"Look at that! It looks like your little friends are sluts as well!" Cornelia shouts, pointing at a few steps away, where Sam is hooking up with a redhead girl. Man, he has a big mouth. From where I stand, they could be kissing or he could be eating her face.
Just beside them Kurt's talking very closely to a cute black guy who leans in to speak every sentence in his ear. I smile cause Kurt looks so pleased with that.
But then I see the last couple. Rachel is smiling at this blonde man. I watch as he gives her a pink drink and she thanks and sips it. You're very gentil,I read the sentence in her lips. He touches her hair, pulling it from her face. Something moves in my stomach.
"Yeah. They're all sluts." I say, turning my eyes away.
"Good for them!" Cornelia laughs and takes the beer out of my hand to finish it herself. "Let's go back to the dance floor?"
"Sure."
"You're not dancing, Santana. Come on! Move that body, chica."
"You're not even latina, you really don't get to call me chica."
"Oh, and how should I call you? Tell me, Santana." Cornelia presses her body on mine and smiles in a dirty way. "How do you like to be called? I'll call you anyway it pleases you."
"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the slutiest of them all?" I ask softly in her ear and Cornelia laughs again.
"You're so funny! I like you!"
"I like you too."
"Do you smoke?"
"No, I don't."
"Well, let's start tonight." Cornelia takes my hand and leads me to the club's balcony.
She lights up a cigarette and inhales deeply before releasing the smoke.
"So, what do you do?" I ask shrugging and accepting the cicarette she lights for me.
"Everything. Except kiss on the mouth." Cornelia answers and the dirty smile is there again. Jesus, she knows how to be hot.
"I meant for living."
"She parties." A male voice intrudes the conversation and I turn my head to place it.
The tall blonde guy I saw before is coming towards us. And Rachel's with him.
"I sure know how to do that." Cornelia says and starts dancing to demonstrate. As it wasn't obvious already.
"How does that make a living, though?" Rachel asks, shifting her head to discretely get away from the smoke we're all breathing out. Not as discretely as she would like to be, I bet.
"I take tourists out." Cornelia says and lights another cigarette. Jesus, that girl smokes fast. "Me and this cute boy over here, right, Alfred? We show them the city that never sleeps. We take them to bite the Big Apple."
"We get them drunk, laid, and happy." Alfred summarizes.
"Oh." Rachel lets out in a small voice. "I see." I can see the shocked look on her face.
"It's not like that." Cornelia shakes her head and laughs. "Yes, we do get drunk and laid too, sometimes. But we do not drink and sleep with our clients."
"Lying!" Alfred shouts.
"Not for their money!"
"That's true." The guy smiles and releases smoke from his lungs again. Rachel coughs a little.
"Who said pleasure and bussiness can't be together, right?" Cornelia asks, smiling big.
"What are you doing here?" I question Rachel when she coughs again.
"What do you mean?"
"You shouldn't be here at the balcony. It's too smoky."
"I'm just accompanying Alfred."
"But your vocal cords..."
"Oh, come on." Cornelia interrupts me, blowing smoke on my face. "It's just a cigarette, won't kill her."
"She's a singer! You're not the one who has to bear her despair when she wakes up hoarse."
"I do not despair!"
"Let's get out of here. You guys can meet us inside."
I drag Rachel along as I go back to the club's inside.
"That was not necessary."
"Yeah, right. Just because you're on vacation doesn't mean you can..."
"Oh, don't come lecture me. You were smoking!"
"I'm not a singer."
"But you do have an amazing voice that should not be treated with neglect." Rachel stomps her foot at me. "And, besides, cigarettes just taste awfull."
Am I drunk again or Rachel's looking to my mouth as she says it?
"You're right. Do you have any gum?"
"Just this one." She opens her lips a little to show me the green gum between her teeth.
Fuck, Rachel, fuck.
"We're baaaaaaaack!"
Cornelia's arms wrap around my waist and she kisses my neck intimately. Rachel's eyes get away from mine as Alfred comes closer and covers her shoulders with his arm too.
"Let me get you a drink to clean your throat, will you?" He asks and Rachel smiles softly at him.
"I might."
"And you'll show me some moves now, mi chica. My cute sluttie, my hot date."
And since we're at the dancing floor again, I do so. I show her some moves.
"That's right. If Shakira taught me something, is that those latino hips of yours don't lie!"
"That's… racist." I reply, but I'm smiling. This girl is funny.
Cornelia is hard to keep up with, though. She steals drinks from any friend that passes by, and just keeps dancing. I have the feeling she could do that all night long.
Soon we are surrounded by our gangs that seemed to have paired up quite fast. And everybody's talking, drinking, dancing and laughing. Cornelia is able to give attention to everyone. I'm not sure those people are her friends, her clients, or if it makes any difference for her. Or for them, for that matter. She's fun to be around and I understand why people pay for it.
I wish I could have this much fun, but my mind is weird and getting lost all the time. I do like the way she's rocking her body against mine as we dance. The more Cornelia drinks, the hotter she moves, that's for sure. But I keep finding myself looking at the way Rachel's dancing with this Alfred guy, just over there.
I know she's not drunk, so why is she rocking her body against his that way? He's not even that cute. She never digged blonde guys before. How far will this experimenting sexual thing go, for God's sake? I'm getting mad and I'm not sure why. I better just dance. Lady Gaga's just saying that it's gonna be ok, just dance. So I'll follow her advice.
"Do you wanna get out of here?" I ask when I'm all sweating, feeling hot and too dizzy to go on dancing.
Cornelia looks at me seriously for a moment.
"We just met. Do you really think I'm gonna have sex with you tonight?"
I open my mouth but not a word comes out. She really seems offended. Did I misunderstand something here?
"No, we could just go eat somewhere." I improvise. Cornelia shakes her blonde head, in a disappointed way.
"Improve that suggestion, chica. I'm the slutiest of them all, I'm totally having sex with you tonight."
And the dirty smile's back. Score!
"Let's go." I say, smiling too.
"Get us a cab, I'll just tell my peeps we're going and I meet you outside."
"Ok."
I get out of the club to the cloudy night and call for a cab. It doesn't take long untill one parks by the sidewalk. I let the door open and wait for Cornelia to come out. She does so, a few moments later. But she has arms crossed with some random guy. It's not even one of her friends.
"Santana, this is Edmund. He's coming with us!"
"What?"
"Eddie, this is Santana."
"What's up?" The guy smiles fooly at me. I roll my eyes.
"I thought we were going somewhere private, Cornelia."
"We are! Let's have a small party, the three of us."
I can't believe this shit. I look at her intently and she looks back at me, still smiling. She's serious! Oh my fucking God, she's really serious! Mike was right, this girl is damn unpredictable.
"You know what? You guys go. The cab's waiting." I say, pointing at the open door.
"Oh, come with us. It's gonna be fun."
"I don't think so, chica. I don't party with chicos no more."
"Such a shame." The Edmund guy says and I shut him up with a glance.
"Don't let it ruin your night." I smile and they get in the cab. I close the door for them and the car departs.
I sigh heavily and turn to the club's entrance. Rachel's there. By the amused smile in her face, I know she just witnessed it all. And I feel so mad. She's the reason why I was just dismissed for the night. She kept me all night so off of my game. Who the hell she thinks she is to laugh at me like that? Why am I so out of control? Fuck, I fucking hate her.
"Are you happy now, Berry? That's your entire fault!"
"I beg your pardon?" She raises her eyebrow in a perfect arch.
"Oh, you'll beg me, alright." I say back, marching towards her.
My night won't end up like this. I can't keep it all inside anymore. Rachel is messing with me and I'm not sure of what I wanna do about it, but some part of me knows very well, cause every part of me shake in agreement when my lips meet Rachel's.
I feel the surprise going through her body, but she opens her mouth to my kiss. When our tongues meet, Rachel moans between my lips. She starts making that noise again, that noise I can't describe, I can't understand, but gets me so light headed. I forget we're at a sidewalk, outside a club, in the middle of the night. I'm so angry, so hungry. I grab her ass with my two hands and pull her closer to me. She moans again.
"God, that's so hot..." She breaths out when I free her lips to bite her chin and her neck.
Rachel's body feels so hot against mine and I just kiss her again. I'm losing myself into her. I don't remember the last time I felt like this. It takes all my willpower to take a step back before I lose my mind completely.
And now Rachel's looking at me with big brown misty eyes. It's that look again. Full of expectations. My heart is thundering in my chest and I can feel the moisture sliding down my tighs. God, I wanna fuck her. I wanna fuck Rachel Berry so bad. And after that, if she lets me spoon her and sleep smelling her beautiful hair, that's ok too.
"Santaaaaaaaaana!" Cornelia's voice makes me blink.
I turn in time to see the cab coming back, Cornelia's head's out of the window, screaming my name to the night.
"I changed my mind. I kicked him out! Let's go party, just us!" She says when the car stops, and then she opens the taxi door for me.
I look back at Rachel, and I can see her blushed cheeks, her tumid lips. My heart's still beating so fast it looks like it's gonna come out by my throat. The way Rachel looks at me says I could have her tonight. But then what? My mind is too confused, my heart is too accelerated, I'm too turned on right now. I can't think clearly. It's just too much for me. Rachel's too much.
I get in the cab.