The Closet

A/N: A two part one shot. Here's part one.

Rachel had a sixth sense.

Perhaps not everyone understood exactly what she meant by that and perhaps everyone just thought she was crazy, but Rachel Barbra Berry did have special powers. It may not seem entirely useful to everyone - it was a talent that took years to perfect. And knowing Rachel Berry, she made sure everything was perfect.

Her talent?

"Santana, I know your secret."

"Shut the fuck up, Berry. It's gross enough that I have to breathe in the air you exhale, just close your mouth until someone finally notices that we're trapped in here."

The two were locked in Puck's closet. It was another one of his ridiculous, last minute put together parties that involved many teenage hormones and a lot of alcohol. Rachel had hoped to do what she usually did - sit in the corner and drink juice. No alcohol was allowed in her system, at least, not until she was ready.

But that damned Noah Puckerman. He had spiked her drink early into the night and now? Now she was stuck in a closet with one of her worst enemies.

"You do not have to worry! I promise not to tell anyone as soon as you admit it."

Now Santana hated her life, especially at that moment. First of all, she had been wired for about two weeks. Stupid Wheels, taking her Brittany and her sex. And Puck? He was still so hooked on that Lauren chick. Even though the Latina could have anyone she wanted, there was just no one worthy enough of her time. But enough was enough - she was hoping to hook up with someone during the party but no, she had to be trapped in a fucking closet with a midget.

"What did I say, Dwarf? Shut. Up."

As anyone in Glee club would know though, Rachel never gave up, especially when her sixth sense was acting up.

"You are a homosexual."

Oh no she didn't. Santana shot a very cold glare to the pocket-sized diva, "I am not gay."

But how did they get stuck in this very situation? Mike and Matt were reunited after a year and wanted to play a practical joke - the two who just happened to be the victims were Rachel and Santana. It may have been childish - to lock two girls who hated each other in a closet, but it was the buzz that made it so hilarious.

And their laughs could still be heard from the outside.

"We're gonna go pee now!" Mike shouted, bursting into laughter two seconds after.

"We'll come get you in a later!" Matt yelled right after, Mike laughing even more at his awkward sentence.

Santana did not find the situation entertaining at all, "Fuck you guys! Let us out right now!"

However, as the two heard a slamming of a door, it was clear that they would be stuck there for a while.

"Thank God I'm already drunk, I don't think I could handle this otherwise," Santana mumbled to herself, running her fingers through her dark locks of hair.

"Don't think I will drop the subject, Santana."

Rachel was getting closer, the ex-cheerio noticed. Her voice was getting louder and more obnoxious, and the lingering smell of alcohol in her breath almost matched the strength of her own.

"Berry, get it through your big head - I am not gay. And why the hell are you even mentioning this right now?" in all honesty she would rather have the girl talk about musicals or show tunes or some crap than her sexuality.

But there was no answer.

Santana finally took the opportunity to look at Rachel when she spoke to her. However, she did not find what she had expected. Instead of that stupid, purple rabbit sweater that she was wearing earlier with the red plaid skirt, the girl was dressed in nothing but a tank top and her panties.

"You know, I won't be paying you for your services, Berry," the Latina teased, trying her best not to make it obvious that her eyes were roaming around the girl's body, inspecting it like she was a statue. Thank god for the dim light of the closet, perhaps she wouldn't be able to tell she was trying to remove the rest of her clothing with her eyes.

Rachel giggled instead, lowering herself to all fours.

"Okay, I know that Puckerman spiked your drinks but what the fuck are you doing?" her eyes just widened as the other brunette approached her. Her mind told her to lean back, to move, to do something, but her aching libido told her to stay. She was hoping to get action, but Berry? That was just not an option.

"Santana," the girl purred, licking her lips. The light caught enough of her glistening saliva to make her lips even more jucier than usual. Sure, Santana thought that Rachel's lips were fan-fucking-tastic, but every time they opened up to blab it just turned her off. but this? This didn't seem so bad.

"I'm going to prove to you that I'm right," she continued to say in a very low register. By this time the small girl was all up in Santana's business and yet, the didn't bother moving back at all.

"Right about...what?" was all the tanned girl could say, her body filling up with heat rather than coherent thoughts.

Rachel Berry was always right about everything - especially when her sixth sense was the one who told her about it. And what more to do than prove herself right?

Santana was definitely glad that she was under the influence by now. It her mind was clear, if her head was twisted on straight then her instincts would tell her to get the fuck away from drunken Rachel Berry and this...possible invitation for sex. but no, she was buzzed, Rachel was buzzed and she was fucking horny.

No one would know, right?

She didn't have the choice anymore when Rachel leaned over to kiss her.

It was clumsy at first, Rachel almost missed her target but it was good enough. Santana had no idea what to expect from her. She knew very well that Finn was a horrible kisser and Puck? He kissed like most guys their age did. Quick, rough and very open. But it wasn't until Rachel started nibbling on her lower lip that she realized how much she missed lady kisses. Or well, any physical contact at all.

That was when she moaned. Santana's eyed snapped open at that second, her body shivering and shuddering under Rachel's kisses. But it couldn't be, the loud mouthed dwarf could not possibly be making her, Santana fucking Lopez moan. It was happening though and she wouldn't have it any other way.

Five minutes later, Rachel's tongue and her own was doing a dance, no a battle of some sorts. At this point, Santana forgot what the entire point of this was but she could care less. She was finally getting some and it was good. Her hands finally stopped being shy and took advantage of the exposed legs of the small Diva. She would never admit it to anyone but those skirts of hers made her much more angry than her stupid sweaters. Why? They were such a tease. How could someone Rachel's size have legs that went on forever? And the way they accentuated her ass? It was a perfect, a gift more heavenly than the Cheerio's uniform.

But now all that tanned, smooth skin was under her touch, under her access. She touched it, groped it, massaged it and used them to pull the girl closer to her as she continued to ravage her lips. Another thing she would never mention? Rachel tasted amazing. It was probably her fruity drinks or maybe it was her strawberry chap stick but Santana felt as though she could kiss her lips until they were both left bruised.

Oh, but there was so much more left to explore.

A drunk Rachel Berry was probably the greatest thing ever, Santana thought at the moment. She was loose and obviously very horny. The Latina didn't even have to say anything for the girl to pull off her tank top in a fury.

"Holy fuck," Santana breathed, surprised to find the very trained abs of Rachel to be very, very appetizing. Who knew she was hiding so much underneath her ugly sweaters?

It sucked that she only had two hands, but she had to move on sadly enough. Her skilled fingers traced lines up towards Rachel's toned stomach. She took her time as she got familiar with the muscle there, enjoying the sounds that the smaller girl was making in turn.

I fucking rule, Santana thought to herself. Two weeks was nothing, she was still queen in the bedroom and although Rachel was the one to initiate their very intimate moment, she was the one dominating the scene.

Of course, that was thought of way too soon. With a strength that seemed to come out of no where, Rachel turned the tables and managed to pin Santana down. At this angle, Santana was able to notice a very thick darkness in Rachel's eyes that she had never seen there before. She was almost scared at this point, her body shuddering at the other girl's sudden display of dominance. But it turned her on nonetheless.

"It's my turn, Santana," a goofy smile appeared on her face right after, the kind of smile she would give when she earned a solo in Glee club. It confused Santana, but she was too intrigued as to what would happen next to really care.

"Bring it, Berry," she managed to say back, a smirk gracing her features.

In a single moment all of the buttons on Santana's top were undone, leaving the ex-cheerio speechless. Rachel took advantage of this moment to lean down and take in the newly exposed collar bone. Clothes were a silly invention, after all.

She felt her back arch with every suckle. Rachel left marks wherever she went with trails of saliva as extra proof.

"We should remove this," Rachel said in a very low whisper, removing Santana's bra with as much ease as the top. And there in all its glory were Santana's breasts, her nipples already erect and ready. This was apparently really funny as the brunette started giggling into Santana's skin.

"What's so fun - oh!" it didn't take Rachel long to remember what she was doing.

Santana couldn't believe what was happening but she was enjoying it nonetheless. Rachel was a little rough and frankly, she was perfectly okay with that. Her breasts were getting proper treatment. Rachel licked rings around the sensitive nub before covering it with fiery kisses. She used one of her free hands to begin a very steady massage on the other breast, just so it wouldn't feel left out.

She was very thorough with her tasting session, sucking, nibbling and even biting which Santana did not mind at all. She could feel the heat and moisture build up within her core at this point - and this was just the beginning.