Whoa, sorry about that folks, I just kind of lost inspiration there for a bit, So here is a new chapter for you. Hope you enjoy it and remember, read, enjoy, review.

Chapter 40

Rachel Berry thought she knew her girlfriend. I mean they had been dating for almost 6 months now, so she had to know at least a few things about her. Right?

Wrong.

So it was a shock to her when she had pulled up in Santana's drive way and could already hear mild cussing coming from the house. Her face set in a confused scowl, she exited her car and began her way to the front door. The swearing only got louder.

"Are you fucking kidding me? That shit wasn't even anywhere near me!"

Rachel was really intrigued now. She knew for a fact no one was home on Saturdays, so she opened the door and quietly walked inside. Only to be bombarded by a wall of angry sound.

"Listen you little snot nosed brat. I have ways of finding you and believe this bitch. I will ends you."

Rachel followed the racket into the family room. She had to figure out what was going on now if Santana was cursing at little kids. She stopped dead in her tracks. There, sitting in the middle of the room, surrounded by various amouts of junk food, was Santana. And she seemed to be screaming at her tv. Rachel stepped into the room more.

"Santana?" She asked, standing off by the couch. The other girl didn't even move.

"Hold on a sec Rach. There's a little pissant kid who's about to get murdered." She shouted the last half intowhat looked like a bluetooth. A rapid clicking sound reaching her ears.

The puzzle pieces finally clicked and all Rachel could do was watch as Santana sat, hunched over and playing video games. Never in her life would she think, that Santana Lopez was into gaming.

"You little bastard shit. Ha! Yeah take that you little fuc-"

"Santana! Don't talk to kids that way." Rachel scolded her, taking a seat behind her on the couch. She wasn't really into games herself, but something about her girlfriend playing them... well it was turning her on.

Santana turned to look at her.

"You wouldn't be saying that if you heard this kid. He's like twelve and has a worse mouth than me." She scrolled through a few menus, waiting fo the new match to start. Rachel scoffed.

"I doubt anyone has a worse mouth than you." Santana gave her an 'oh really' look. Opening her main menu on what Rachel could only guess to be one of those xbox thingys everyone was always playing on, she hit a few buttons and all of a sudden a very high pitched, annoying voice came thru her tv.

"Yeah dude, it was fucking wicked. This dumb slut got her ass handed to her. She thought she was tough fucking shit and i raped her hardcore."

Rachel was floored. Santana wasn't kidding, this kid had a terrible mouth on him.

"What game are you playing that people talk like that?" She asked, shaking her head at the voice still coming from the tv.

"Modern Warfare 3. it's a first-person shooter and you just run around and kill people." She was back in her hunched postion, eyes glued to the screen." God, you little shit. Where's your mother at, because I'm going to slap her so hard that you'll feel it in your own DNA."

Rachel just blinked, this was going to be a very long and interesting Saturday.

"That doesn't even make sense because i killed my own mother. Who you gonna slap now bitch?" Santana snarled.

"Santana, i hope you beat that kid. Because he is just rude." Rachel had slid down the couch and was now sitting next to her girlfriend. Santana smiled.

"You're so fucked now kid, cuz I gots my woman with me now and nothing can beat her." Santana clicked something on her controller and a loud boom erupted followed by gun fire.

"So you're a dyke? I bet your girlfriend is ugly as fuck." Santana's head snapped towards Rachel when she felt her headseat baing pulled out.

"Listen here you ignorant devil child. I don't know who you are or what your problem is. But I get the hottest pussy in town on a daily basis if I wanted it to be that way. Know what you do. You probably sit around with your little friends and touch yourselves over how pwerful your character is or whatever. So why don't you go and find mommy so she can wash your mouth out then beat you. Because that is what i will do if I ever find you."

Santana's mouth was hung open, her controller long forgotten on the floor and the sounds of echoing laughter coming from the tv.

"Fuck you" Was heard before a click.

"Oh my god, I cant believe that pussy quit." Came another voice.

Santana started laughing, pulling a frustrated Rachel towards her. Their eye's locked.

"That was the hottest thing ever. " And she crashed their lips together,the video games being forgotten for the remainder of the afternoon.